human
As many may know, the Horsemen were not always the Horsemen; that is to say, the fearsome brotherhood that passed judgment on those that doomed the delicate Balance allowing all of existence to continue was not always there. No, it was formed...Formed after Paradise fell when defending the former home of its citizens proved to be too much to handle. After the closest regions of the Light and Shadow collided to form the early Universe, as well as the Seven Planes of Heaven and the Nine Circles of Hell, power was first granted to one that had provided life...However, he was forever cursed to be a harbinger of death by this, and after recognizing his own trials, came to accept it.
This being, aptly labeled Death by his own volition, had the foresight to realize that this was something he could not do alone. Powerful as he was, even he had limits; and like all good leaders, he had the wisdom to recruit those that could take him down should he ever try to use his powers to threaten the Balance.
These three other beings, the ones who would become the other Horsemen of the Apocalpyse - Conquest, War, and Famine - were chosen by Death to become his brothers-in-arms. These are their stories.
War - A Side No One Expects
Ares
So many years. So many years since that fateful battle. A Paradise lost. Lives destroyed. Chaos now forever a part of the universal fundament.
And he knew it was his fault...But he didn't care. All was lost when that monster, in an act of cowardice, stabbed his own father in the back.
The boy that had brought his home to ruin, his life forever changed when he took that sword and scarred the beast that dared invade his home, rode atop the mount that had been with him through all of this. From world to world he went, answering the hungering call of his blade.
Blood...It wanted blood. It wanted violence, carnage, destruction. It wanted to feed on the rage of its victims, absorb their wrath into its structure and let their bloodlust sharpen its edge.
For now, it had taken the form of an axe; the boy did not know how this was achieved, but it was the furthest thing from his mind. Dried crimson stained its blade-edge, but otherwise it seemed solid and undamaged. Which was a good thing, because the next planet he chose would require his weapon and his skill to be as sharp as possible.
He and his mount seemed to ride through empty space, entering the atmosphere of yet another planet and coming alive in fire. They streaked down through the sky, the hooves of his steed carrying him faster and faster as the bloodlust began to overtake him. He could feel them...Warriors. Good. The last planet were nothing but sniveling fools, too afraid to face a champion head on save for a select few.
Below him, a festival was occurring: A feast and tournament to celebrate their queen, their own Supreme Leader. No one knew where she had come from, but she was their idol and their salvation. Through her, they became masters of the art of war, fearless even in the face of what many would consider invincible opponents. And right now, two of their best were armed with blades to match their ferocity and finesse. The spectators cheered as a man and woman fought each other; despite her being half his size, she wielded her weapon with the skill of any male.
However, one of them then cried out, "Look! To the heavens above! Something comes!" All eyes then went off the spectacle in the arena to the asteroid-like object hurtling towards them. The male in the middle snarled in delight, "Yes! And it's powerful!" and readied himself, apparently going to tank the hurtling object with only his body. Just then it splintered, a streak of fire splitting from the main body and striking the ground with enough momentum to utterly annihilate the foolish mortal. The impact imparted enough energy to carry the shockwave forward and completely destroy one section of the arena, killing several more.
In the center of the smoking wound of the planet stood this new warrior, axe imbedded in the hardened soil. Just that in one fell strike, he took out more than two dozen seasoned battlers. He then stood up straight, lifting his weapon from the ground and the chain wrapped around his forearm rattling with a sinister satisfaction. Only to find the victim's former opponent charging at him. Ducking her frenzied swing, he swept from behind and cleaved her legs at the knees before carrying the momentum up and over and bringing the blade-head down to crack her chestpiece and split her torso open, the violent motion splitting her spine in two. A dark energy roared over him as the battleaxe drank of her blood, fueling his own power and the weapon's desire to kill.
"Pathetic"snarled Ares as he stood straight, his gleaming red eyes peering from beneath the horned helmet as his horse came to stand beside him."Who among you is strongest?"he bellowed next, starting to grow impatient as the only answer he received was silence. Though it was not in fear they held their tongue, only that they wished to glean a sort of weakness first. Anything this newcomer would offer as a vulnerability.
The warrior just stared back; true, he was surrounded. But being outnumbered meant more of a challenge...More bloodshed potential. The silence persisted, his glowing red eyes traveling between each face, reading that expression over and over again on each one."Cowards"he then readied himself, his body tensing as he grabbed the axe's haft with both hands,"Your inaction will be your downfall".
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Nanaja
Nanaja glanced down at the festivities of the people who worshiped her. Even now there was a battle going on in an arena, where the strongest battled it out. She idly wondered if there would be one who would be able to entertain her for awhile. The thought did not linger long before she shook her head a lazy smile touching her lips. No, none would. For she was a goddess and they were naught but mortal humans. However, she was impressed by how well they fought with the limited strength they were granted as mortal humans. They followed her and she would tolerate neither weakness nor fear nor cowardice. She would kill any who showed those traits while worshiping her.
But the ones fighting now were skilled warriors and she was at least enjoying the show.
That was until she felt a tremor move through her realm. Something had entered her world. Something not human. Something incredibly powerful. A shiver of excitement coursed through her body, this power, this being might be someone who could battle her without restriction. That thought gave her a high that almost nothing else could do. As the patron goddess of war, she craved battles where she could fight without holding back. And whoever this intruder was, seemed to be one who could give her that which she desired. She watched with renewed interest as something hurtled toward the arena where her warriors had been fighting but were now staring at the object that was aiming straight for them. She sensed a hungering that was akin to her own from whatever this being was.
The object crashed to the ground creating a crater and in the middle stood a warrior the likes of which she had never seen. Power and a lust for fighting rolled off of him in waves even here she could see and sense it. None of her warriors could win against him but she decided to wait and watch, see what he was capable of. She keenly watched as one of the warriors charged him and was killed so swiftly and expertly that even she was impressed with it. Highly impressed. A grin formed on her lips and she readied to descend. Finally, at long last an opponent who could challenge her. She would not miss this opportunity. However just as she was about to descend she witnessed something that displeased her immensely. A warrior who claimed to worship her had dared to flee the attacker. The corners of her pretty little mouth turned down in disgust, this fool would not be allowed to continue existing. He'd brought shame upon himself by his cowardice and dishonored her.
Leaving the realm where she resided she fell to her world. Flames formed around her as she picked up speed until the flames burned white with intensity. Even still, her approach wasn't announced nor was it flashy. She saw the arena come into view and while she wanted to engage him immediately she had one pest to deal with first. The coward had not even made it to the stands, flipping so that her feet were now pointed at the ground she landed on top of the man who thought he could flee. The force crushed his body to a point he no longer even resembled a human but it was not enough, the white flames that had surrounded her made sure not even bones remained of the fool. Without batting an eyelash she ran at the warrior and brought her blade up to deflect the blow this being had been about to unleash on those in the arena. A strong gust of wind moved outward from the impact of his axe on her blade, several of the warriors had difficulty remaining upright. She felt the force behind the attack and her smile widened even more so. She had not been wrong, he was strong. It was possible he might even be as strong as herself. Had he gone through with this attack most of the fighters would have been killed just like that.
The warriors who served her bowed low to her in reverence."None of you are a match for him, this fight is mine." she said with an excited smile. Straightening up she held her blade up about to take the offensive. "Come warrior! You seek the strongest and she stands before you. Don't disappoint me." she said swinging her blade down aiming for the unknown warriors legs. She wanted to see how quick his reactions were toherattacks.
The other warriors backed away far enough not to be dragged into the fight but close enough to watch. Their goddess was about to fight, it was not something they witnessed often. None of them had any intention of stepping in or of trying to aid her as she'd kill any who tried herself. It was pretty much unheard of for her to descend to the mortal world to engage a warrior unannounced, especially with such glee.
human
Ares
Ares snarled, the grip on his weapon tightening as his mind decided who would be next to fall to his might. He noticed someone making a run for it, his own comrades turning their heads and their faces filled with disgust."Cowardice...Most despicable trait in this forsaken existence. You cannot run, fool! You will be the next to die!"And he was about to go on the offensive when a streak of light appeared from the sky, forcing him to shield his eyes from the brightness of the illumination."Who dares intervene!?"he then called out; he then heard one of the others say "It's her...The symbol of our strength. The one who gave us purpose, who gave us reason to live!"
Just then the streak of light landed right on top of Ares' target, crushing the stands - which happened to be empty - and incinerating the unlucky soul. The warrior growled in rage,"Nothing he didn't deserve.". His keen vision instantly picked up the sudden switch, his axe raising and coming down to meet his new opponent's weapon, blocking it from cutting him. And for a few moments, they stood there, his eyes resting on a woman wearing little armor. Her confident gaze only serving to stoke the bloody fires and elevate his seething ire.
His body tensed as she leaped back and called on him to engage her, something he was more than willing to oblige to."You won't live long enough to be disappointed!"he shot back, ready for her counterattack as she went for his armored legs. He took two quick steps forward and stepped hard on her wrist, following it with a swift kick to the head that would send her reeling into the opposite side of the ceremonial Arena.
As she flew towards the solid stonework, his left hand gripped the chain attached to the haft of his massive battleaxe as he gave it a swing above his head and hurtled it right after her, intending to slam the spearhead-like junction into her as a sort of battering ram before moving in for the kill.
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Nanaja
The spectators watched as the Goddess and the newcomer engaged. Listened to the metallic ring of weapons clashing, the sounds of destruction and felt the bloodlust that emanated from the two rapidly grow stronger. It filled the air, made the hairs on their arms and the back of their necks rise. Each clash sent waves of power rippling through the entire arena, created gusts of winds strong enough to knock them down. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and very likely more dangerous than any war they'd ever fought. Just staying to witness the clash was tantamount to a death sentence. However, it was too entrancing to walk away from. They were warriors who served under the Goddess Nanaja, they worshiped the ground she walked on and would gladly throw their lives away in service to her. They could not miss the chance to see the one they revered and feared so much in a battle such as this. And so they stayed and watched- followed the combatants movements as best they could.
To Nanaja herself, the only thing she saw or cared to pay any attention to was the beast of a challenger that stood before her.
Her first real attack against him was a failure. The moment he had stepped into it he had gained the advantage. Most would have tried to step back or move away, which is exactly why the attack works. But the attack is easy to counter. The fighter was faster than she'd thought he would be. Despite his large size he moved swiftly and with a preciseness that was enviable. She saw his foot come down on her wrist and pain shot through her arm from the force behind it but she did not have long to register it as his foot came up and caught her on the side of her head sending her flying backwards.
Pain throbbed in her wrist and the side of her head. It was a sensation she had forgotten, it had been eons since anyone had even landed an attack on her let alone caused her physical pain. And he'd managed to land two hits on her person in a matter of seconds. Another flicker of excitement passed through her as she hurtled through the air heading straight for the stands. Adrenaline mixed with the bloodlust and it flooded her body creating a heady mix that sent shivers coursing through her. She had found someone worth battling or rather he had found her, her desire for the fight was immense and finally he'd shown up. She felt as if she'd been starved and finally offered a taste of something that could fully satisfy her.
Yes. A true warrior had finally come. Her senses were alive and tingling with expectation of what was to come.
She shifted her body in the air so that her feet were aimed at the stands instead of her head. She saw him whirling a chain above himself, she knew what he intended to do but she wouldn't make it that easy. She watched as he threw the chain straight at her, with the slightest shift of her body she kept it from ramming into her and instead grabbed the chain with one of her hands. A second later her feet hit the stands and her knees bent with the force. In that brief moment she yanked hard on the chain causing him to jerk forward slightly giving her, her opening. Immediately following that she pushed off from the stands and hurtled straight back at him. The force of it caused the stands to crumble to pieces as another section of the arena was destroyed. She aimed right for him and before he could recover she flipped her sword and rammed the pommel of her blade hard into his abdomen and he fell back a few feet. Moving forward she brought her leg up and kicked him square in the chest with a lot of force before he had time to recover his balance.
She swung her sword around trying to sink the blade deep into his side. He tried to twist his body away from it but unbalanced as he was, he was not completely successful. She felt the blade slice through a layer of skin and muscle, though it was not a fatal blow. His quick thinking in battle as well as his reflexes had saved him from whatshouldhave been a crippling wound at least. It might not have been fatal or even enough toreallystop him but he would still be able to feel it. She could see blood already welling up and begin dripping down. He regained his balance and came at her again without fear or hesitation. He had an objective and he pursued it with a single-mindedness that was surprising, his whole being was focused on that one thing and he did not waver. She felt a touch of admiration and respect as they traded a couple of blows, destroying a few more things in the process. She knew nothing of this being except that he was strong enough and skilled enough to stop her attacks, inflict pain upon her and that he fought on even ground with her. There was a slight possibility that he might be even better than she was but that was just a possibility. And that is all that she really cared about. He was nourishing her essence, though he was not aware of it.
He strengthened and yet sought to destroy her. And destroy her he might.
Nanaja at her core existed solely for War and Lust, which created problems as the "lust" did not refer to just the carnal pleasures. It spread out in different directions and was partially the reason why her thirst for violence and bloodshed was so very intense. The lust aspect of her while having never been fully satisfied had been catered to over the years. However the War side of her nature had not been tended to in a long, long while. True, there had been Wars that had been waged but not to the extent she craved. Humans were not a strong race not by any extent of the imagination and so she always had to restrain herself. Otherwise she'd have destroyed the enemy as well as those who followed her and then there would be nothing at all. So that aspect of her nature had slowly starved.
"I would know the name of my challenger" she said between the clashing of weapons. She wasn't sure if he would answer, she half expected him to yell something about it not mattering or about there not being a point as she was going to die but she'd decided to ask anyways. She was curious to know the identity of the intruder and it was her way of acknowledging him. He had proven himself above any other challenger simply by surviving this long and so she wanted a name to go with the skills. He would not be one of the ones who would be cast down into the deep well of the "forgotten".
human
Ares
Ares faltered as she turned his chain against him, his balance thrown off as she darted in for a strike. A fresh surge of agony roared through him as the curve of her knee caught him in the gut, giving her plenty of time to slash at him. He managed to move enough to avoid it killing him, but the blessed metal sliced his flesh as if it were a stick through water. The wound burned as he tried to maneuver away and go on the offensive; however, the heft of his own weapon was a slight hindrance, allowing her smaller but more agile swords to parry his strikes and exploit the weaknesses of his attack patterns.
Even still, she would find him more than capable of surviving against a goddess; even as she would cut him Ares did not hesitate, not even for a moment. No, brutality and relentless assault was his creed, violence his calling and blood his tribute no matter where it came from. Over and over again they struck, bringing once proud monuments of Nanaja's godliness to ruin. A crushing kick to his head crumpled the helmet he wore like fabric, making it more difficult to see and nearly spelling the end for him on more than one occasion where her sword perforated his body. But still, he fought on, his axe landing blows on her whenever he managed to push her out of extreme close quarters.
And where they battled, destruction followed. Any bystanders foolish enough to remain found themselves crushed under the rampaging beasts of war and killing that fought tooth and nail against each other. Even as the nearby settlement was laid to waste, their only focus was to be the destruction of their opponent.
However, their battle would soon become one that was not just between the two of them. With how much both wanted to destroy each other, the onlookers found themselves being swept up into the overwhelming tides of battle-lust. They wanted to fight, but part of them knew it would be a death sentence to interfere. Even still, the desire grew louder and louder in their minds, the kindlings of bloodlust soon becoming an inevitable inferno in their souls. All warriors drew their weapons and like moths to a flame, a collective bellow of "FOR OUR GODDESS!" erupting from the crowd.
The warrior could see them charging, his glowing red hues narrowing in rage as they dared interrupt this fight. It didn't take a genius to figure out who they referred to as 'Goddess', and the fact that she allowed herself to be worshiped by such pathetic creatures cast her in an unfavorable light in his eyes."Just like your followers, you will end up dead at my feet. Know that I am your destroyer and be satisfied!"he barked harshly, readying himself for the brutal assault.
What was once a destructive battle quickly became a scene of carnage the likes of which this planet never before witnessed. Bodies fell to the ground, some cleaved cleanly in two whilst others crumpled broken and disfigured. Again and again, the warriors of Nanaja tried to assault him in tandem with their Goddess, but by one way or another they were slaughtered, be it by their own Goddess or by the wrath of his enormous polearm.
Soon, Ares' faithful mount joined the fray, helping to protect his master against the encroachers. His powerful hooves delivered crushing kicks that exploded skulls and caved in chest cavities. Crimson puddles and spilled guts slicked the killing fields, providing ample food for the carrion-feeders as the body count rose.
The fighting went on for years and years, each combatant never quite able to gain the upper hand for more than a short while at a time, all the while having to stop as more joined the fray for attempts on Ares' and Nanaja's lives. But even then, the damage they did to each other always seemed to equalize. And by the time a few millenia had passed in what seemed like the blink of an eye, Nanaja's host world was in shambles: The majority of her worshipers killed, the rest wanting to hide in exile. Scars covered the entirety of the planet in the form of craters and demolished towns, fires aplenty raging unhindered and many of the main water bodies stained red with the blood of the fallen.
And before the Goddess stood Ares, his body covered in slashes and the helmet that protected his cranium lost long ago, half his face a healthy mix of purple and blue splotches and his body covered in lacerations, penetration wounds and dried blood. He certainly looked like he should have been dead by now, but yet here he stood, still able to fight. Their weapons were deadlocked against each other, unable to move lest a fatal mistake be made. And despite his unsoothable ire, he spoke not another word since the Goddess had asked his name, for his rage was focused only on her destruction. He strained to gain an advantage, but it seemed she still had plenty of strength as well and manage to hold him off."You asked for my name, did you not? It is Ares, you can take it to your grave"he then growled at Nanaja, pushing with a little more force until her blade just barely hovered over her own neck.
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Nanaja
Nanaja grinned at his response "Oooh foreplay, you really know how to treat a girl." she said, taunting him. Any other words or remarks were silenced by the ring of the metal as their blades clashed time and time again.
It took very little time for the fight between them to escalate. Each clash of the blades sent shock waves blasting across the fields; between them the wind and heat warped the planet. Their blades deformed the land creating great ravines and fissures, leveled mountains, destroyed entire forests, polluted lakes, rivers, seas and oceans. Blood ran where streams had once been and formed many ponds and filled lakes. At first there was a great many screaming voices that had made the very air vibrate with their intensity. Nanaja's own blade having caused as much damage to her own people as the warriors had.
Years passed...
Years turned into decades.
Decades turned into centuries.
Centuries faded into millenniums and still neither one had emerged victorious.
Nanaja clenched her jaw with the exertion, trying to keep the blade from taking her head off. She strained against his size and power as he pushed harder. Gone was the regal Goddess Nanaja, her flawless skin was marked with numerous amounts of scars . They decorated her body from the uncountable attacks she'd suffered through the few thousand years they had battled. Nearly as many new lacerations covered her body adding new layers of scars, her blood dripping from smaller wounds and pouring from larger ones. Bruises covered her legs, arms, face and abdomen, her armor no longer shone flawlessly, it no longer looked like armor at all having been warped and destroyed from the rage and violence of her opponents attacks.
For the first time in a long time there was no sounds of battle. The wind howled forlornly around before drifting over the dead world. The flora and fauna were completely eradicated, The sea life poisoned and the humans wiped out. Skeletons and ruins covered the entirety of the world. The earth was dry, cracked and permanently stained red from the sheer amount of blood it had absorbed. The silence was broken by the warriors voice as he answered a question she had asked him several millennium earlier. Before she could respond she felt him push harder on the blade and had to strain to stop it from slicing through her neck. She felt him pushing harder and felt the blades keen edge cut the skin. She felt the blood well up and around the edges of the blade as she struggled to hold him off. "You can go to your grave first, Ares." she said through clenched teeth. Gathering her strength she surged against his blade forcing him to take a step back and giving her some much needed breathing room. Taking the brief respite she tackled him hard, sending them both falling to the ground. Between one moment and the next she found herself straddling the warrior her blade now a hairs breath from his throat.
She looked into his eyes as she fought to remove his head from his body. And in his gaze she saw the same hunger she had seen in him from the very first day. "I've never come across any creature with such an intense hunger for destruction." she murmured, sounding almost awed. His hunger had not diminished at all in the time they had battled, she wondered if anything could satisfy him in battle. Should she fall to him he would not hesitate before moving on to fight and destroy another planet. Until he himself fell on the battlefield, he would hunt. His hunger fed her own and she wondered if they would destroy each other in the end. At the start she felt he might actually kill her in the battle but as time wore on she began to wonder if they would remain deadlocked in battle with each other for all eternity. Which, wasn't too bad a deal.
However in that moment of stillness as she exerted strength trying to finally kill him she found that she was very aware of him in an entirely different sense. She could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, the strength and size of him as he struggled to keep her blade from ending his life. She felt the flames of carnal hunger begin to burn in her blood the longer they struggled there on the ground. She felt a deep hunger to sate the fires that he had begun within her. One fire that wants to kill him and one Fire that wants to bed him. "You'll satisfy one of these fires." she said licking her lips as she exerted more effort to keep him from pushing her blade off.
human
Ares
Ares continued to resist, his muscles straining from the fatigue. Never before had anyone lasted this long, never before had his weapon tasted so little blood. And yet, the calls to kill her were silencing. Still there, but had grown quite muted. Instead of a battle to kill, this had (not so) quickly shifted into a battle of survival. If he didn't kill her now, she would kill him. And if she failed to end him, he would send her soul screaming into the abyss.
His position, however, became even more compromised when he was forced back and then onto the ground, the woman now trying to use her blade as a makeshift guillotine. His own weapon's haft served to block her edge, the long metal rod seated diagonally to prevent from taking his head off his scarred broad shoulders.
He said nothing when she complimented his thirst for violence, not feeling a need to reaffirm what was so blatantly obvious. He was a killer, and he knew it. He neither took pride in it nor loathed himself for it; he was only being true to his newfound nature. The comment about sating a fire, however, caught him offguard; the devil did she mean by that, Ares wondered to himself.
But then, something happened that likely neither of them would have expected. Little did Ares know the command this goddess had over the primal lusts of others, and no matter how far buried it was, a sliver was all that it needed to escape. And with his bloodthirst by and large satisfied, another hunger - unfamiliar to this raging beast of a warrior - slowly began to surface, bubbling to the forefront of his bodily responses.
He felt a pressure in his groin, the codpiece of his leg armor beginning to distend and slowly pushing against where their hips met. His eyes, the irises now showing their crimson coloration and the sclera having returned to normal, snapped down to where this was occurring."What is this?"he muttered confusedly, taken aback by this new response to her contact. However, she would still find him relatively hostile, his gravely voice snarling"Your comment about sating a fire....Is this your work, woman?! Answer me!"He gave a futile push against her blade, now only able to rest his elbows as a brace against further intrusion.
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Nanaja
Time ticked by in silence as their struggle continued, Her muscles were beginning to ache from the continued prolonged exertion of trying to decapitate him. She could feel the Warriors own body beneath her; tense as he strained to hold off her blade. Tense, and very solid. As the silence and stillness stretched on between them, a change happened that shifted the atmosphere around the two.
It took Nanaja a moment to realize what, quite suddenly, felt out of place, foreign and yet oh-so-familiar. A sword of sorts she'd not used in eons, not since this warrior had arrived on her world. And while his wasn't quite up enough to use, it was unmistakable. She saw in his eyes as he himself registered the change occurring, a cat-like smile slowly appeared on the Goddess's lips as his eyes snapped down to the affected area. Distracted though he was, his strength did not waver as she continued, still, to remove his head. Her grin widened when he questioned her about what was happening to him. She noted his attempt to shove her off and while he was able to keep her blade above his neck, he couldn't budge her.
"Awh, I'm so touched, you were listening to me, Ares." she mocked smiling wickedly. "Mmmh, but I see. This is the first time your body's reacted like this." she said. It was a statement of fact, not a question, his reaction had been the answer. She licked her lips as she considered his question, tilting her head to the side. The ache in her arms grew worse as the deadlock continued on. It couldn't go on indefinitely, eventually one of them would lose their strength. "If you mean this..." she said trailing off and pressing her hips down over the codpiece. "The answer is, Yes." she said. Her sexual hunger increasing little by little, fed by his slight bodily reaction to her. Lowering her head, she brought her mouth closer to his ear. "And I could do so much more with it." she murmured licking part of his neck before raising her head back up to look down at him.
A slow mocking, sexual smile formed on her lips, she could still feel the metal bit beneath her, rolling her hips she ground against him again, slower this time. "The mighty Warrior is more ignorant and innocent than he first appears." she said. "Women can be more than objects to kill from time to time." she said. His physical reaction aside, he himself was still quite murderous and hostile, still intent on killing her. It was honestly a heady and potent mix for the Goddess and she fed on it hungrily. She pressed down harder against the haft of his blade but still found no give in him or the weapon, sweat beaded on her forehead and down her back as she struggled in vain to push past the last bits of his strength and will to claim her prize.
She felt his muscles bunch up as he pushed against her weapon at an angle forcing her off of him and sending her rolling to the right. Quickly getting to her feet she raised her weapon up defensively as Ares had quickly risen to his feet, the warriors blade came down in a brutal arc that bounced off her blade. She managed to avoid injury but the force behind the blow sent her flying into the side of a large rock, a grunt of pain escaping the Deity's lips. Getting up she raised her blade diagonally and braced with both of her hands as his blade came in to take her head. She managed to keep it from taking her head but her blade bit into her hand as she held his blade off. The damage wasn't serious but blood welled up around the blade and flowed down her arm. And once again, they found themselves deadlocked and in close proximity to each other.
human
Ares
Ares' rage continued to quell, but the intent to kill had not diminished. Only shifted to a very pure instinct to survive. He had to kill her now, else she would gladly take his life. Her teasing, however, served to make him snarl; ignorant as he was, he did not appreciate the mocking tone of her voice. However playful it might have seemed to others. Even the rolling of her hips on his growing stiffness, something that would make most men moan in pleasure, only served to earn her a bark of rage as he tried again and again to free himself from underneath her.
"And you will not be one that escapes death!"the warrior barked, finding new strength and managing to shove her off of him. Leaping to his feet, he took no hesitation in going in for the death blow, the loud 'CLANG' of the weapons echoing into the empty space as a just of wind emitted from the impact. Shifting his stance to recover from the stagger, he swung his axe in such a way that it would take her head clean off and bury its edge into the rock she currently braced herself against. However, that would not come as her skill allowed the Deity to block his otherwise-fatal strike, the weapon edges grinding against each other as the deadlock resumed.
But now there was another problem; normally, the heat of combat would have pushed blood to the extremities, but in this instance he found himself less frightened of dying and growing ever more uncomfortable in his groin. The stiff flesh now made the waist-plate very tight, and sparks of unfamiliar sensation began to bubble up from the deep recesses of his soul. Another part of his being that had been far overshadowed by the fieriness of his existence. And Nanaja's mastery of that element would serve to bring this battle to a draw.
Ares gave one last push against her, making the cut on her hands just a little deeper before leaping back, his weapon primed for a counter. His breathing was heavy and labored, his bruised face bleeding and covered in open wounds. Honestly, both of them looked like they should have died long ago, and yet here they were, still able to stand and fight. Such was the way when two titans of war clashed in combat.
"So, you freely admit this is your own influence."Ares growled, his fingers clenching the axe's haft harder as the strange but oddly pleasing and relaxing sensations worked through him."You will show me how to overcome this, and how it is you are able to do this to an opponent."he then demanded, still not relaxing his stance as he waited for her reply.
Little did the warrior realize what this entailed.
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Nanaja
Nanaja clenched her jaw shut as she strained against the warriors axe, their roles now reversed. They stared at each other in silence once more as she pushed against his strength, the rock behind her digging into her back and shoulders. Blood flowed down her arm and side, the blade biting farther into her hand, as his weapon pushed against her own weapon. She winced as he heaved against her before jumping back, she braced for another attack, instead he just stood there.
His chest was rising and falling a little too quickly, her eyes traveled over him and her eyes came to rest on his codpiece and her eyes dilated slightly at the sight. She lowered her head slightly in an affirmative motion to his question. "Of course I claim credit. No Female in her right mind would deny having such an affect upon a Male she wants." she said looking at him with an amused smile. However, his next words managed to remove the smile from her mouth as an expression of complete surprise registered in her gaze for the barest moment before being replaced with intrigued curiosity and of course, lust. "Oh, sure, I'll show you..." she said licking her lips. She had no intention of asking if he was sure, nor of regrets he might have. She was a deity of War and Lust and she wanted this beast of a Warrior and if he was going to literally offer himself up, she wasn't going to question it.
She lowered her weapon the slightest bit as he had not lowered his at all. She took a step towards the male and slowly brought her weapon down a little more. "If you want to learn about this.." she said closing the distance between them. "Then this weapon must be put away." she said looking at the axe that had sliced her up over the eons. Placing her hand on the haft she lowered it "I'll teach you all about this particular fire." she promised. Her eyes traveled over the bloodied, bruised beast of a Warrior before her. He certainly wasn't the most attractive being she'd ever had and yet she had never wanted anyone as bad as she wanted him. Raising her blade up she flipped it over and drove the blade into the ground and placed the now free hand on his chest. Splaying her fingers, she flexed them and moved the flat of her hand down over his chest, over the old and new wounds she'd given him in the course of their battle. While he didn't discard his weapon he did lower it, which was enough for the moment.
With her hand still on his chest, she returned them to her own world. The humans gave the realm of the deities a name and thought they all lived there. It was far from the truth. Deities were far too self-absorbed to share space with one another, they each had their own realm in which they resided. Ares would not see the Realm in which the Akkadian Deity called home, however, he would be seeing her room and perhaps a few other places. Her grin widened as she stared at him, a little thrill shooting down her back. He had given her many firsts in battle and now provided one in bed.
"Do the treats never stop?" she murmured. She drew one finger down to the band around his waist then down over the distorted codpiece. She pressed her hand down against the metal bit and his hardening manhood. "Mmmh. Impressive...but not fully ready I see." she said licking her lips. Looking at his axe and then at him she raised her brow and wrapped her fingers around his wrist before turning around and pulling him along behind her. She led him through a large door and into another room that had a massive tub in the center of the room. Along the walls on each side were fountains that were pouring water into the tub, the air was slightly warm and hazy from the heated water, a soft feminine smell lingering in the room. Releasing his wrist and without turning around, she removed the armor that was left covering her arms and shoulders, tossing them to the side. Bending over in front of him she undid the straps on the leg armor that remained, tossing them to the side as well.
She turned around and faced him, placing her hands on his shoulders she raised her leg and wrapped it around his waist, pulling his hips closer to her own. Reaching one hand down, she grabbed his free hand and guided it to the raised thigh. "Touch, Ares." she said. She rolled her hips against the aroused and covered member, slowly and firmly. With his hand on her thigh, she let go of his shoulder and removed the armor covering her top, which was little more than an armored bra, tossing that away but keeping her armored underwear on. A little shiver coursed through her as the air slid across her slightly hardened nipples, her breasts mere inches from his bare chest. Her hand came up once more to rest on his chest, her nails digging ever so slightly into the skin before she clawed downward, rolling her hips against his armored arousal once more.
She intended to have the fun in the bathtub to clear away the millenia of blood, dirt and sweat that clung to them but she first needed him to discard his armor and weapon and join her. Once cleaned, they could move back to the bedroom. No way was she going to settle for just "once".
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Ares
The warrior didn't move, except to lower his weapon a little as it was clear this female had no intention of continuing their engagement. Or at least, not continuing it in the way he was expecting. Ares' left eye was completely swollen shut, so only the red iris of the right orb could follow her as she reached out, his body tensing before a calming warmth spread through him as her dainty fingers spread over his hardened pectorals, his body soon appearing in something much...Well, cleaner. More hospitable. And then she grasped him by the wrist, pulling him into another room with a rather large stone basin in the center; while he didn't appreciate her leading him like a hound, part of him was curious to see how this was going to end.
And when she began to undress, his only good eye seemed to fixate on her: Watching every ripple of toned muscle, every flex and twist of her body and it made the heat in his groin, the already bent codpiece now digging very hard into a rather uncomfortable place."You dare mock me further..."he growled as she then placed his hands wherever she pleased, feeling her own armor grind against his own and the metal making audible raking noises as the motions continued. Truth be told, the closeness of her already made his breath heavy and her skin did feel quite nice, smooth like fresh leather; damn it all, what was she doing to him?
Not one to be broken, he then used the remaining hinge clasps to let his heavy leg armor fall to the floor, the only thing covering his manhood now a ragged loincloth stained with blood from where it dripped out of his wounds. The armor she wore then started to grind against that, a noticeable wince crossing his face as it rubbed the swelling column between his legs; his hands then grabbed for the covering, and without success finding the release latch, decided to use his last vestiges of strength to literally tear it off, the distorted pieces now gone and their nether regions rubbing against each other. He could feel her heat through the cloth around his pelvis, making his legs buckle a little from the sensation.
She would find him quite sizable, more than anything she might have experienced in the past. Standing longer than her forearm and just as thick, twin orbs the size of apples hung loosely beneath them, churning with virgin spend and the massive tip cresting the majestic length. Wanting to feel more, his hands grabbed her hips and shoved them closer, starting to grind against her as well and crushing her ample chest to his own."Whatever you do to me, woman....I will return it a hundred-fold"Ares challenged, seeming to treat this as if it were some sort of competition.
Which for them, was likely not too far from the truth; though this first part was just to help the warrior grow accustomed to the sensations, he was already attempting to overcome her, the champion of this most delicious sin.
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Nanaja
Nanaja breathed him in, her fingers digging into his shoulders. A small smile flitted across her lips, feeling the further distorted piece. She felt him move and marveled a little at the muscles she felt under her fingers, the strength she felt there. A small thrill shot down her back as she breathed in the warm damp air and his scent again. "Not mocking, just being honest..." she murmured biting his shoulder. Her brows rose a bit as he removed the armor covering his groin and noted the slight look of pain that crossed his features. And before she could say anything he was reaching for the clasp for her bottoms and when he couldn't find it he simply tore it off and before she could make a comment about his haste, she felt him against her and a soft moan escaped her lips, turning into a slightly louder moan as he pressed their hips closer together, grinding his length against her wet heat.
Hearing him speaking she looked up at him, a smile crossing her features as she licked her lips. Slowly she rubbed herself up and down his length "I look forward to seeing that, Ares." she said with a wicked grin.
Pulling back from him she removed his piece of cloth, stripping him bare and pulled him into the large basin in the middle of the floor. The water that came up to their waists, was warm and was scented with a small flowery scent that was a part of the Goddess. Nanaja dipped her hands in the water and scooped some of it up, pouring it over the warrior. She ran her fingers over his back and chest, wiping away the eons of blood, dirt and sweat that caked them both while also nipping his shoulders playfully, her nails running down over his nipples and her hands teasing over his large shaft. Her touch always teasing, giving him only brief tastes of satisfying pleasure. When she finished cleaning them off, the dirty water disappeared and was replaced with fresh clean water.
Standing in front of the clean warrior she smiled and reached up and bit his neck as she slowly pushed him back into a corner of the basin, until he was pushed against a ledge where she pushed him down into a seat of sorts that left his legs and part of his lap under the water. Reaching out with her hand, her fingers wrapped around his sizable shaft for the first time and she started stroking his length. Her fingers running along the underside of his shaft and along the sides, leaning forward she bends her head down and licks from the tip of his length to the base of his cock and then back up, pressing against the head for a moment before swiping her tongue across it. Moving closer to him, she reached down and fondled the Warriors balls in her hands, the head of his cock pressing against her stomach. "You have a lot to give." she murmured licking her lips a little. She fondled his balls for a few moments while she pressed and rubbed against the head with her midsection.
Her hands slid from his balls to wrap back around his shaft and began stroking him again. Lifting the member slightly she pressed her lips against the head of his cock, her tongue coming out to lick over it slowly before she took the tip inside, giving it a little suck as her fingers played over the length, occasionally dipping to rub along his balls as well. Removing the tip from her mouth she looked up at him "Are you certain you'll be able to give back hundred-fold each time?" she said with a mocking little smile as she took him back into her mouth and suckled on him a bit more before taking him out again. "Are you certain you can keep up that long?" she asked with a little challenge as she fondled his sperm heavy balls once more. Dipping her head, she took the tip and part of his shaft into her mouth and sucked on him, her hands stroking the shaft as she took a bit more of him into her mouth, her tongue caressing what was already inside her mouth. As she slowly made her way down his length, her hands would drop down to play with his balls again. When she reached the base, she sucked, her throat tightening around his cock and her fingers tightening around his balls for a few moments before she removed him from her mouth, her tongue coming out to lick at the tip a few times.
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Ares
Ares growled as she continued to toy with him, his body shuddering in indescribable ecstasy at the Goddess' touch. Little did the beastly rager understand the true fortune of his situation; Nanaja was quite picky about who she chose to come to her chamber. Granted a fellow deity or even an overwhelmingly powerful mortal could find himself taken in by the Goddess, but it was no guarantee. And while he should have counted himself lucky, the only thing he was feeling was a mix of growing heat and subsiding fury. Rage being replaced by lust, though the warrior still did not seem to have any inkling of what his body was doing.
"Nnn...he groaned, his muscular body shuddering at the onslaught of sensation even as he tried his best not to lose composure. If this woman thought she would make him submit through such actions, she would find herself sorely mistaken. At least for the moment.
For a few long terse moments, Ares did nothing to stop her from her treatment, her mouth taking in his manhood. Her innocently teasing words coming across as strikes to his pride, a sin he would not allow to continue."I did not mock you...irg...for your failure to destroy me, do not mock me for my lack of exposure to this"he growled back, seemingly agitated but still bucking his hips as her tight warm mouth continued to make the heat in his groin skyrocket. He then added fiercely,"But since you seem to enjoy doing this, be brave and take it all!"
Without warning, his hands shot down and grabbed her head, his hips starting to push the thick meaty shaft into her, making her swallow every inch of his endowment without mercy. It was like she flipped a switch, one moment the warrior submitting to her advances, the next he was shoving her head down his length. And because she had done so much, his first release was not too far off; one final push was all it took for him to start pumping loads into her mouth, his breathing more like ragged snorts with each wad that shot out. His cock pulsed madly against her lips, the thick white cream spilling out and dotting the tops of her swells. And even when he finished, he did not seem drained in the slightest nor did his stiffness wilt at all."As I told you, Goddess...I will take everything you give me and return it one-hundred fold."Ares growled down at her, teeth clenched as his hands fell away from her head.
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Nanaja
Nanajas eyes widened slightly, a gasp cut off as he forced her head down on his member. Never before had someone taken control, in any form, with her before. A shiver of excitement coursed through her body. She would have moaned in pleasure if his large member hadn't been obstructing her airway. It stretched the walls of her throat and she felt every pulse and throb of his hard cock. She felt her body react to the sensations, growing more aroused and heated, her hips beginning to shift from side to side.
She had figured he'd have a lot to release but this exceeded her expectations by a large margin. She swallowed what she could, her body shuddering with each load he pumped out. When he finished and pulled out of her mouth, she gasped slightly, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. Her face flushed in desire. She wiped the cum from her around her mouth and chin with one of her hands. She then bowed her head and licked off what had landed on her breasts before finally licking the warriors cock clean. Only after this did she bother to respond to his statement. "I'll have a lot of fun seeing if thats really true, Warrior." she replied. "But, how about we relocate..." she said with a little smile. Standing up, she walked out of the large bath, Ares behind her. When they were out, she reached behind herself and grabbed his large member lightly near the the fat tip. She led him out of the room, keeping pace with his strides, her thumb rubbing against the tip of his large member teasingly. She led him into her bedroom, a massive circular bed taking up the center of the room. She headed over to it but stopped beside it, turning to face Ares. Her hand moved down his length, rubbing the underside of his cock near the base before moving down a little more to cup him again.
With a smile she let go of his sperm heavy balls and pushed him onto the bed, crawling on top of him, her body rubbing against his length in the process until the tip was pressed against the entrance to her wet pussy. She rubbed herself against the fat tip for a few moments moaning softly, she splayed her fingers across his chest, wanting to touch him. She pressed her hips down slightly, until the tip of his large cock was inside of her, her body tightening around the sensitive head. She flexed her fingers, teasingly running her nails over his nipples. "Mmmnh" she purred out as she pressed herself back down, taking him completely inside of her. She rolled her hips slowly against his as he sat inside of her. Her body tightened around his hard length as she raised herself slowly back up until only the tip was left inside again. "Its a pity you don't do this more, you're endowed perfectly for such an act. Such an impressive member you have." she said lustily dropping down over his cock before once more, tightening around him and slowly raising herself back up.
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Ares
Even now, with the fact that he'd shoved her head down his length, the Goddess seemed interested in him than ever; and frankly, her influence was certainly amplifying his interest in her. Not enough to make him beg for her to take him, but enough to at least have him stay a while in her chambers while they explored each other's sexuality. Ares had never experienced this level of sensation, and he was conflicted on how he felt about it. Part of him was enjoying this immensely, feeling the need and want to continue; though the vast, darker majority was silently screaming to stop, to use this opportunity to behead her and be done with this nonsense.
That part was ignored, however, as she then led them to her chambers. Fondling the warrior's manhood and pushing him back onto the bed, already trying to straddle him and restart the process. Normally, a man would have felt pride at a Goddess calling his endowment perfect; for Ares, however, he only experienced a mounting frustration typical of a virgin male in his prime. Mix that with being an incarnate of rage and one had an explosive cocktail of emotions, waiting for the chance to vent.
Her commentary passed him by, his body shivering as Nanaja rode his length, feeling her passage squeeze and milk his member, raising her hips and lowering herself so slowly. The thick hard length went further and further inside each time she pushed down, Ares' mouth forming a tight grimace before his strong hands gripped her firm backside and forced her down, letting the Goddess feel his tip push against that last barrier deep inside her. Almost threatening to go through to the place where children came from. His hips began to help his meaty shaft piston in and out of her, the tip pushing harder and harder against that tight ring of muscle and his voice growling with each thrust,"Don't think...for a second...that just because you're above me...you have control over me!"
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Nanaja
A loud and rather rough gasp ripped from the Goddesses throat, and her nails dug into the warriors shoulders until blood started to well up from the small pricks, as he pushed her down onto him completely, her own body tightening around his member as her body tensed. "Ares" she said on the gasp. She didn't get the chance to adjust as the male beneath her pushed himself in and out of her. For being so experienced, she was certainly experiencing a lot of "firsts" with this warrior. No one had ever pushed this far into her, it felt strange but good. She tilted her head back slightly moaning as she bounced on his member. "F-Fuck...." she muttered out, holding onto him.
"I wouldn't dream of controlling someone like you, you're best wild." she said as he pushed back into her. She didn't say anything after that as she got lost in the maelstrom of lust. Her back arched slightly, her breasts bouncing roughly as Ares rutted inside of her. Small moans leaving her mouth each time he pushed back in, each one getting successively louder as he pushed her closer to the peak. Sweat beaded Nanaja's body as she continued to ride him the beads glistening in the dim light of the room, the goddess's face twisted into a mask of pleasure and need.
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Ares
Ares didn't seem to hear the Goddess, his own aggression being hammered out inside her cunt. His thick, throbbing shaft plundered Nanaja's tight sex and drilled deep into her, the fat head ramming repeatedly against the opening to her divine womb. Small grunts left him as her nails would instinctively flex in the small crescent-shaped lacerations she gave him.
Their hips collided fiercely, the warrior beneath feeling his body start to heat up; it was just like earlier in the tub, he was going to release again, his hands gripping her backside and forcing them down harder and harder. Only feral sounding grunts of a male in full mating fervor echoed from him; with how hard he was going, it was like he was a wild beast trying to impregnate his mate. And only once his climax overtook him did his thrusts stop, hands holding her down so that she would feel his member throbbing violently inside her.
Within moments, the first spurt of potent cum shot out and thickly coated her womb, rapidly followed by another, then another; with each load that flooded her, the heat in her belly would grow. The amount to such that even her womb wouldn't be able to hold it all, the excess sperm thickly painting her pussy walls and squeezing out to coat her strong inner thighs. Once his orgasm went by the wayside did the warrior's grip fall away, his chest heaving...And his manhood yet to wilt, keeping he majority of his release trapped inside the Goddess of lust.
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Nanaja
Nanaja's mouth hung open slightly as the male beneath her quickly took control and quickened the pace of their mating. She was bombarded with a heady mix of pain and pleasure as he stroked in and out of her relentlessly. The force of each thrust made her breasts bounce up and down as he intently rammed himself inside her faster and harder, seeking the same release he'd felt earlier. He single-mindedly fucked into her like he was possessed and could do nothing but find his own release with her body. The intensity only fed her, heightening her hunger even more. She leaned her head down and licked away some of the blood from the tiny wounds she'd given him as he pushed inside her time and time again. His grunts and moans were a more effective aphrodisiac in that moment than any drug to the Goddess. She couldn't remember the last time she had hungered so badly for anothers pleasure.
She let out a low cry as he pushed inside her once more and held her down, she could feel him inside of her about to release and her body tightened around his member just as the first loads of cum were released inside of her. The goddess splayed her fingers over the warriors chest, supporting herself as he continued to release inside of her, every load causing a jolt of pleasure to course through the womans body. Each one pushing her closer to her own first release and as he filled her beyond what her body could hold, she opened her eyes wide as her orgasm crashed through her. Her fingers dug into his skin once more as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her being. For several minutes she stayed where she was as she slowly came down from her release.
When it was finished her body shook slightly, the movement making her remember that he was still inside her and still as hard as he was when she started sucking him off. "Oh gods, Ares..." she murmured, her body now extremely sensitive and still humming from her last release.
Keeping himself seated inside of her he lifted her up and positioned them so that she was on her hands and knees in front of him. Reaching down, he began to fondle her breasts and as he toyed with them, he lifted her up so that her back was against his chest and then he started to move himself in and out of her once more, keeping his last release mostly trapped inside of her. An intense shudder ran through her body as he pushed into her again and again, his fingers massaging her large breasts and tweaking the hardened nipples. She thought she was already going to orgasm again as he continued to plunder her body.
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Ares
Ares' assault never stopped, even as he turned her over and harshly gripped her breasts, fingers digging into the flesh as he rutted into her like a male trying to breed his mate. His fat length rammed into her over and over again, the heavy orbs slapping between her thighs as thick streams of white ran down the insides, slowly starting to stain the plush covers. He didn't seem to care that she was still extremely sensitive, the barrage of new sensations as well as his desire to prove that she wasn't above him even in this regard keeping his motions harsh and rapid.
And as he continued to pump into Nanaja, feeling her body tighten around him as his pace never slowed, his grunts kept resonating next to her ear. Letting her feel that hard chest on her back, his hips smacking against her firm rear as his own climax neared; before long, she would feel another set of hot gushes heat her insides, the fresh loads of seed pushing the first ones out and staining her legs even more as he held himself flush against her. Even with this, however, he was still not satisfied.
"We're not done, woman..."he growled heatedly, using his strength to push her onto her back, leaving her legs spread open before his rampant hard-on plunged back inside of her once more, starting to quickly build an unforgiving pace inside of the regal deity."This feeling...I do not know how you've done, but you will not leave until it goes away!"he declared, hands reaching down to grab her waist and help pull her hips up to his.
And for years, this was their activity: Ares never stopped, never slowed, never pulled out. Thrust after thrust, climax following climax and still he never tired until three decades had passed. One would normally think it impossible for someone to keep up with a goddess in carnal activity...But somehow this warrior managed to accomplish it, and even still, as his final climax drew near his hips still maintained that furious pace as when this started. A loud growl left his throat as he buried himself inside Nanaja's tight hole, those last streams of thick spend spewing into her and joining the mess they'd made throughout their coupling.
And at long last, the warrior felt exhaustion take hold of him, slumping slightly against her but still managing to hold himself tall. His breathing reduced to ragged grunts and huffs, his eyes traveled upward to meet the Goddess' own, as if wanting to see if this was as far as she could go as well...Because if it wasn't...He had no more to give, his manhood aching and demanding rest, quickly wilting inside of her.
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Nanaja
The Akkadian Goddess moaned out in carnal pleasure as the warrior stroked in and out of her roughly. Unlike Ares, Nanaja was very rapidly forgetting about winning or losing as she had not been fucked this good in averylong time. Human males broke too easily and other deities, well, each pantheon came with its own little set of issues. Take the Greeks, they fucked everyone and thing in sight but the headache afterwards? Too much drama for her blood. She wanted to have a good time not an alright time that ends in a feud with petty pranks, curses, hexes and snide comments for centuries to come. An all out war or battle she could get behind but feuding annoyed her. Eventually she'd decided it really was not worth the trouble to bed other deities and so, unfortunately, her choice in lovers had been drastically reduced and until now had found no one that had brought out the full depths of her Lust aspect. Ares had done a damn good job of throwing her mind into a chaotic fog, he wasn't the most skilled male she'd ever bedded but he was definitely the most aggressive and animalistic one and that brought a thrill all its own.
Her body hummed with sexual energy as he continuously pumped himself in and out of her. She panted heavily as he pushed in deeper and harder into her before suddenly falling still and then she felt his second release beginning to pump inside of her, mixing with the first. She felt flushed and moaned deeply and hungrily as he blew another load inside of her, eliciting another pleasurable sound from the goddess. Each load made her body tighten, tighter and tighter until she thought she was going to go insane. However, before she could reach her orgasm, she felt herself being flipped over onto her back, his rough words sending a little shiver of excitement down her spine as he dragged his hard length out of her welcoming body. She wrapped one of her legs around his waist as he began again at an even harsher pace than before.
"This feeling...I do not know how you've done, but you will not leave until it goes away!"
His words sent a wave of heat through her and she might have responded with a challenge of her own, however she found that impossible as her orgasm crashed through her like a massive tsunami, her fingers dug into the silk sheets of her bedding as her body tensed. The sensations of his member stroking her walls during the orgasm only seemed to intensify the pleasure and her back arched while he continued to use her to vent his sexual frustrations. When her orgasm finished she lifted her hands up and placed them on his shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin as the coils of pleasure began tightening inside of her once more.
She wondered what she had sparked and if there would be any stopping for this Warrior. For over a quarter of a century he continued this cycle. He would work them both up to the highest peaks again and again, climax after climax, at no point did he waver or cease. However, nothing lasted eternally and there came a day the warrior reached his end. His hips moved at an unforgiving pace against hers, each thrust bringing pain and pleasure until he reached his final climax. He held himself, as well as her, quite still as he came inside the Goddess, she felt it mix with his previous loads, could feel the sheer quantity move around in her over-stuffed womb. The two sensations helping to bring her to her final orgasm as well. You would think after so long the feelings would have dulled at some point but the pleasure was just as intense as day one and she felt herself crash over the waterfall, her nails digging into Ares shoulders. And for a moment they both breathed heavily in silence. When she met his gaze, she saw the look in his eyes and she sighed a little. As much as she wanted to say she could keep going, she wasn't so sure it would be a good idea. She felt bruised, sore and exhausted. Even moreso than when she had actually battled him. I guess, this is it then. she said between a few heavy breaths. I must admit, you are impressive, Ares. she added.
Nanaja extricated herself from the warrior and stood up, his thick cum flowed from her pussy and down her leg, pooling at her feet. She placed a hand on her hip and licked her lips. All good things must end at some point... She said on a disappointed little sigh. But you definitely exceeded my expectations in all areas. she said grinning widely she added I suppose that leaves things as a tie between us. We'll have to settle that at a later date I guess. and then she snapped her fingers and Ares disappeared from the Goddess's room, reappearing on the planet where they had battled, along with his belongings.
She had a feeling if he was going to respond, it would have been with a sword, especially at the thought of ending things on a tie. He'd struggled against his nature enough, most of him had wanted to kill her the entire time he had bedded her but his lust had been newer and greater and had won out. But he had sated that hunger. And while she didn't mind the thought of fighting him again, right now she needed to rest. She placed a hand gently over her stomach and stood there for a few minutes in thought before turning and heading towards her bath, a wince appearing on her regal face as the movement sent a wave of pain rolling through her lower body. "This should be interesting." she murmured to herself with a little smile, exiting the bedroom at a much slower pace.
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Ares::Unknown
Ares' chest heaved as the last vestiges of his energy started to leave him; it would seem, indeed, that the two of them had tied. He was not aware of how long they'd been like this, only that something deep inside him had been let loose. And as much as his body enjoyed the experience...Even now, his soul screamed at him to shatter her, to cleave her apart and let her blood rain down.
Only when the Goddess cast him out did he regain full control of his faculties...Or at least, more control than what he had. Giving a low snarl, he picked up his axe, his physical body rejuvenated but his energy reserves heavily depleted."Cursed creature...I will return, and I will TAKE YOUR HEAD!"Ares bellowed madly; she was beyond his reach for now, but he would get stronger. Then come back and kill her for shaming him.
His trusted steed walked up to his side, letting out a snort as it nudged his arm."We leave now, Ruin"he said lowly, slinging the massive weapon behind his back before mounting the red-grey horse. And with a loud whinny, Ruin reared up before breaking into full gallop, its flaming hooves carrying both mount and master out and away from the destroyed planet. Its surface forever barren from the battle of titans.
As the years went on, Ares would carry out his destructive rampage, slaughtering entire systems by the billions. Except now, that odd hunger which had consumed him would surface. At first, it was a small annoyance he would ignore, but at certain points it would become unbearable and he would attempt to ravage the nearest female. His strength, however, ensured that next to none of his 'partners' survived the encounter; and when mortals failed, he would go after other deities. Male or female, it did not matter, so long as the burning in his groin was sated...And for a time, it worked out.
However, the weight of his ire drove his bloodlust and lust for pleasure to extremes, so much so that it was starting to tear his body apart. And on one planet, it would come to a head. The last of the divinities fell before him, his body covered in massive fracture patterns; such was the unknown problem of his existence. The weight of his lust and wrath were starting to battle and conflict with each other, and only after did he cleave the bastard's head off did he finally fall.
Screams of agony ripped from his throat, his body convulsing as both extreme love and extreme hate vied for control. He needed a release, else he would not survive this. And as the pain wracked his body, the only thing he could think of was that damned Nanaja...It was her fault, she was why he was like this!
Forcing himself to stand, the ground broke beneath him. His weight so unbearable that even the ground he stood on began to crumble and cave, his teeth bared in a pained grimace.
"Damn you...DAMN YOU...DAMN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!"
That last bestial howl seemed to warp the atmosphere, his chest thrown outward as he bellowed to the heavens, his energy spiraling out of control as he tried to force out his desire for pleasure. Lightning striking all around him with unmatched fury, tearing the planet's shell in chunks with each bolt that crashed down.
"NANAJA!!! I REJECT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! YOUR INFLUENCE WILL HOLD POWER OVER ME NO LONGEEEEER!!!"
And just as he screamed that phrase, a last fork of lightning crashed on top of him, the ground cracking and boiling even more beneath his feet. The total might of the storm's fury reddening his flesh, what little could be seen showing the mountainous male seeming to split in two inside the column of pure electrical energy. And just as it began, it ended.
The storm slowly peetered out, the spot where the rider had been standing now a smoking crater. His flesh stunk of its burns, sizzling sounds from the cooler air rapidly drying his skin and vaporizing the moisture. His breathing was heavy, erratic, and harsh...But he felt, well, normal. Was it the pain of his anger and the strike that finally broke him free? His bright red eyes looked around, before seeing a dark blob that wasn't there before.
Grabbing his weapon, its form having resumed the sword it once was, he gave it a small poke but it was not responsive. Giving a small snort of derision, he just muttered as he looked over himself,"It matters not...The curse seems to be broken. Ruin! There is nothing here! Let us go!"
And only when the raging warrior took his leave did anything happen. The amorphous blob barely began to take shape, its consciousness barely there as it formed into the body of a svelte, nubile woman. Her shoulder-length hair midnight black and mussed. Her eyes just as dark, even the whites themselves, and her skin pale as the moon that lay in the sky over this dead world. Laying nude and alone on the ravaged planet. It felt...Disconnected, confused. Like this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Memories that raced through its mind felt alien, like it had experienced them but they did not belong.
Just then, an alluring voice spoke, "Well now...Who'd have expected him to toss such a lovely facet of himself aside?" The unnamed woman turned her head, seeing a rather ominous shadowy figure standing before her. Who was this, and what did it want?
"Well...Far be it from me to turn away such a delightful creature. Come on, my dear..." the figure stated, holding a hand out and finishing with, "There issomuch for you to learn...Hehehe."