Wearing His Mark

[AngelofDeath]

//A Village Outside of Thrace//


Iola wandered the Village square smiling as children ran about. It was the Summer Festival and everyone was in good spirits. The land had been spared any harsh battles and their men had come home safe and with Ares' blessing. A few of his Priests were around as well taking tribute for the nearby temple and also selecting candidates for the new Priestess. Iola was possibly the only young woman of age not interested in the title. Her father was a warlord with a son off at war and several younger children after her and her mother was a good wife to him. She had no interest in war or fighting at all really. And that was why her husband to be, Iason, had captured her heart the way he had. The middle son of one of the other local warlords Iason was training to be a Scribe. His father had been disappointed at first. but with several other sons all of fighting age, he indulged Iason's wishes. God willing they would be married before the end of the season and starting their lives together.

Many of the other men had been vying for her hand, Iola was very beautiful and part of an influential family. She was a bit darker than most, someone back on one side of the family of the other had been from Egypt or the continent below, no one was really sure. With eyes the color of honey and a face to rival Helen's it was a wonder that she had managed to keep them all from beating each other bloody over her.

The Fates had other plans for Iola however, Ares' three priests were busy watching her. It seemed they had found their Priestess, whether she wanted it or not, but then who would deny their god anything? He kept them safe from invaders and made sure their men came home alive. How could she do anything but humbly accept the title. They were clothed in black leather with red capes. Black gauntlets and circles adorned their wrists and ankles, they were the pick of Ares' men. Some said the Priests were bred from Ares upon Amazon women. As she made her way out of the village to meet with Iason in the forest Iola never noticed that they followed her. The trio caught her off guard, a hand clamped over her mouth as the other tied her hands. Ares would be pleased. Iola muffled screams and pleas fell on deaf ears as she was carried off to the temple.

Once inside the vast temple the gag was removed, "Pardons, Iola, but we could not risk you alerting anyone. You should be pleased that Anthony, Giaus and myself chose you to be Ares' Priestess."

Eion's word shocked her. Priestess? Her? That meant not being with Iason and serving Ares in a way she did not wish. She shook her head and jerked herself from Giaus' hands. "No. Find some other. I will not serve Ares."

Three pairs of eyes zeroed in on her. "How can you say such a thing? You who are the daughter of our lord's most fearsome warlord. It is an honor to serve Ares." Iola could see that they weren't kidding. In the center of the main hall sitting in a bed of hot coals was branding iron that bore the mark of Ares. Every priest, priestess and the majority of his most dedicated warriors and warlords, bore the mark. One you were branded you belonged to Ares, body and spirit unto death.

"Then find someone who wants to be his priestess. I am going back to the village and Iason." Iola turned ready to leave when she was grabbed. She may not have liked fighting, but growing up in a warrior household, meant she knew how to fight. They were obviously not expecting it because her blows caught them off guard. Anthony dropped to the temple floor clutching himself from the knee to his groin. Eion had blood flowing from his nose freely and Giaus was advancing on her. Grabbing the first thing she could lay her hands on the girl threw it. It was an urn.

That stopped him dead in his tracks, and not thinking of whatever punishment such actions would attract, Iola did more damage, "I will not serve him." pottery shards and shields littered the floor. "I will sooner serve Hades than that monster." Something unseen made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and in a shower of light there stood Ares. For only it could be Ares, the dark hair and eyes, the commanding presence.

"That can be arranged mortal," Ares was not happy with the chaos caused in his temple. Iola did the only thing she could do, though it would prove pointless, she ran. The temple was set on the edge of a wooded area and that is where she fled, During the scuffle and now running as she was through the woods the dress her mother had given her, her grandmother's festival dress, was tattered along the hem. Iola kept running however, her heart ready to burst from her chest. But no one can out run a god, though for a brief moment she thought she might have actually gotten away that is until she came into the forest clearing and ran right into Ares. It was like running into a wall and she fell back hard, landing on her butt and staring up at her doom. "I don't want to be your priestess, the stole me away from my village. Take one of the others, I know they would willing serve you my Lord Ares."

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[Chgris]

"I don't want to be your priestess, the stole me away from my village. Take one of the others, I know they would willing serve you my Lord Ares."

"I don't want one of the others, little mortal. I have chosen you," Ares said, driving his spear into the ground, making the surrounding ground shake. "I told them to take you from your village." He hung his shield from the spear, and reached up to remove his helmet. "It was my attention you caught, Iola." He settled the helm on the spear shaft, and stepped forward to loom over her.

Dark eyes flashing as he stared down at her, still clad in gleaming black leather breastplate and kilt, the sun glinting from the ruddy bronze of his bracers and greaves, Ares declared her doom. "You will be mine, Iola. Mine and mine alone." He laughed at the look of mingled rebellion and fear on her face.

"Would you truly set your will against mine?" He drew his sword, the blade seeming to be red with blood. "Will you risk my wrath? Spurn me at peril of those around you, Iola. For I tell you now that I will not suffer to live any man who claims your love. Any who touch you, any who wish to take what I claim, I will destroy." He sheathed the sword, and reached down his hand clasping her arm and pulling her to her feet. Taking hold of her by the hair, he pulled her mouth to his, forcing a kiss upon her. When she refused to open her mouth to him, his fist tightened in her hair, making her cry out with pain, and his tongue thrust between her parted lips.

Pulling back from her, he released his hold on her hair, his hands dropping to her shoulders. "Go now, Iola," he said, staring into her eyes. "Go back to your home and make ready to return to the temple to take up your place as my priestess. I am not needlessly cruel. Bid your family farewell, tell them of my choice. I give you until sunrise tomorrow to return."

He looked down at her tattered gown, and exerted his will, repairing and cleaning it so that the cloth shone in the sun. "Do not be late, Iola, at peril of those around you. Do not try to take your own life, for I will not let that happen. I have chosen you, and in this not even Hades will interfere. And should any man touch you, I will strike him down on the spot."

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Iola swallowed hard staring up at Ares, her voice having died in her throat when he said he would if need be kill Iason. Her scalp still hurt from where he hand yanked at her hair to gain her compliance. Iola's lips were swollen from his kiss, she had always imagine Iason kissing her that way, but now she would never know. She would never know the joy of being his wife. She couldn't run, there would be nowhere to hide and she knew her father would hand deliver her if he had to to prevent Ares' wrath upon their family. Lowering her head as the first tears began to fall Iola nodded, "Yes, Lord Ares."

The walk home was slow and several times she found herself contemplating running away. A life without Iason was better than to be kept from him for the rest of their days, knowing he would be so close to touch, to hold. The last thing she was expecting when walking into her home was for her father to pull her into his arm laughing and spinning her around. "Iola you have done this family proud. Ares' priestess."

"You know?"

"Of course girl. Did you think no one would notice that both you and Ares' priest had left the festival? Everyone knew they were in the village seeking a new priestess. It is a great honor."

"Being Iason's wife would have been a great honor. Being able to choose for myself would have been," Cyric cut her off with a light shake.

"Iola, hold your tongue. You are from a long line of warriors, there is no better place for you than serving Ares. Not bearing sons for some Scribe."

"Father please," She tore herself from him. Cyric had never hidden the fact he didn't approve of Iason, but he had not tried to hinder their marriage. Now he didn't have to of course. As Ares priestess, Iola's body belonged to him and him alone, save for maybe his priests if he grew tired of her. As much as the priestess were revered to some they were seen as merely temple whores for the God of War.

"Go and pack you things Iola. I've already sent word to Iason's father. It's best you just forget the boy and not see him."

Her father was right about that. Iason's death was not something she wanted on her hands. Ignoring the questions of her younger siblings who all wanted to know about the temple and what Ares looked like Iola went to her room. She packed even though she knew her dresses and sandals would never come out of the bag they were placed in. "Why me? Any one else would have walked through fire to be his priestess. NO I have to be chosen to serve that, bloodthirsty god." Just because she was warrior born didn't meant she had to agree with all the bloodshed, all the deaths. Iason had been the perfect match for her and now? Now she was untouchable. Rather than spend one last night at home, Iola slung her bag over her shoulder and started walking for the temple.

Just because she was fated to serve, didn't mean she had to enjoy it. Proof of that was when she spit in Eion's face when she met him at the bottom of the temple steps.

[Chgris]

Eion raised his hand to strike her down after she spit on him, then hesitated, his face going pale. Drawing himself up, he wiped her spittle from his face. "Welcome home, Iola," he said through gritted teeth. "Welcome home, priestess." He stepped aside, bowing her into the temple.

Anthony and Giaus were waiting just inside to escort her to her quarters. Seeing her glance at the brazier and branding iron, the two priests merely exchanged a look, and bade her follow them. They led her down a long corridor lined with guards on both sides, then stopped midway down the passage. "From here, you go on without us, Priestess," Anthony said, as two of the guards stepped out from the walls.

"Come with us, Priestess," the one on the left said. "We will take you to your chambers." Following the new guards, some things became apparent to her. There were no doors on either side of rest of the corridor, the only other door was the large bronze one in front of her depicting Ares triumphant in his chariot. And the guards lining the walls were all women. Tall, beautiful women, with hard muscles bearing bows and spears. Two of the Amazons, for that is what they had to be swept open the bronze door panel for her. "Welcome home, Priestess," they said, bowing to her.

Two female temple servants rushed up to her as the doors opened, bowing their heads with a murmured, "Welcome home, Priestess." They escorted her into the large chamber. Two features dominated the room, the large bathing pool set into the floor in the center, and the only slightly smaller bed in an alcove on the left-hand wall. "The two women began to quickly remove her clothing, resisting all efforts to stop them, then each took one of her hands and they drew her to the pool. "The waters are warmed from fires under the floor, Priestess," one answered her unspoken question.

When they raised their faces to hers, she realized they were twins. "I am Adelpha, priestess", the one holding her left hand said. "And I am Amynta," the other finished. "We are your body servants. Ask of us what you will."

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Iola's head was spinning from all of it. This was the last thing she had expected, it still unsettled her and she drew her hands from the both and stepped back. This was all just too much. The was only one thing she could think to task them, though she was unsure if they were would even be able to answer her question, "What is going to happen to me?" Ares had very few priestess these day and they were all spread out amongst his major temples, so all of his worshipers were used to only seeing his male acolytes. Thrace was one of his patron cities and as such the temples was very grand. She had seen that for herself already. The temple also double as Ares home away from Mt. Olympus so it only made sense that it would be home to his Priestess as well.

Looking around the room she realized just how large it was. The bed was nearly three times as large as her old one. She closed her eyes against the images that filled her head, of Ares claiming his Priestesses, of claiming her. The rough almost brutal kiss from earlier could still be felt upon her mouth. The brand would not be the only mark he left upon her body. Iola had grown up knowing what went on between men and women. Warriors and soldiers cared little for modesty. She stopped herself from asking if Ares would come to her that night, because it would be unlikely that the two women knew that.

Iola knew she couldn't run again. Even if she could get away from Thrace there would be no place for her to hide that Ares wouldn't be able to find her and he would not be so forgiving a second time. What had made her so special that she had caught his eyes? She knew there was only so much she could direct them to do, because Ares had given them orders as well and they would do their best to follow them, including stopping her. "Adelpha, Amynta I know you wish to serve Lord Ares and myself to the best of your abilities. I will let you prepare me for my induction as his Priestess in a moment, but for now I need to be alone with my thoughts." Thoughts that included wondering if she could truly live like this. Her old life was no more, from now on her life was to serve Ares and to serve those who came to the temple. It was probably for the best that she hadn't stayed til dawn, Iason would have come sooner or later and Iola's resolve would have broken and it would have cost him his life. She also wasn't fully settled with the idea of having servants to help her bathe and dress. The gods only knew what they would present her with to wear.

[Chgris]

Adelpha and Amynta looked quickly at each other, unsure of what to do or say. They had both been commanded to be there for Iola at all times. And they knew that here, in the heart of Ares' temple. 'At all times' meant precisely that, where Iola went, they would go, for they had no desire to risk the god's wrath. But they were also commanded just as sternly to see to her comfort and happiness, to obey Iola's orders, and she had just ordered them away.

As usual it was Amynta, minutes older than her sister, who lead the way. "Priestess?" she said, looking down. "We can't leave you truly alone. We were commanded to be available for you at all times."

"And we were also ordered to see to your happiness and comfort, and obey your orders," Adelpha interrupted.

"Would it please you if we waited over there,?" Amynta asked, pointing to the far right of the chamber, where an archway led to their sleeping area. "We will be there if you require anything, but please, if you must leave, take at least one of us with you. We swore we would do these things."

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Iola nodded, "That is fine. I will call for you if I need you." She watched them bow and exit the pool. With a sigh, Iola found a spot where a seat had been carved into the side of the pool and sat down. Sitting there she closed her eyes and laid her head back. Iola bit her lip refusing to cry, knowing it would do her no good. The water was steaming, but just the right temperature, the smell of temple incense, leather and..sword oil filled her head. This was her home and she knew she would not be able to lock herself in her new room. Even if the door kept the others out they would be no barrier to her god. After a few more minutes of thought and self pity Iola got back to her feet and crossed the pol to the small basket that held the soap and a cloth.

She sniffed the soap, it smelled of wildflowers and the scent eased her mind as she wet the cloth and worked up a quick lather. For the first time Iola found herself not rushing through her bath. Having five younger siblings meant having very little time for herself. As peaceful as it was, she did miss it. Others might have jumped for joy to be freed from the responsibilities of being the eldest child in the home. "No Iola, stop torturing yourself," she scolded herself. "What's done is done. All you can do now is remain strong. Your father, grandfathers, great-grandfathers and so on were all warriors, bred and bold. You can do no less than to be true to your blood. Be his priestess but never surrender yourself to him." Iola would be his priestess, but never his.

[Chgris]

Ares had been watching his new Priestess since the moment he let her go. He was pleased with the way her father had handled things. But he had meant it when he said she could spend the last night at her home. It surprised him that she went to the temple early. He would have expected her to spend the time with her family. And he was also pleased she had not gone to Iason, was truly becoming a good Scribe, and as much of a reputation for slaughter as Ares had, he did care for his people.

When Iola had spit in Eion's face, Ares knew he had made the right choice. Iola had such fire in her, she truly should have been born an Amazon. He had nearly struck Eion down on the spot for disobeying his declaration against anyone striking a Priestess save him. And now she was giving fits to Adelpha and Amynta. And planning on fighting against Ares himself. Oh, she was going to be the best Priestess he had ever had.

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Iola sank under the water and came up with a sigh. After her hair was clean and so was the rest of her, she climbed out of the pool. After she wrung the water from her hair, Iola wrapped the larger cloth around herself and grabbed her bag. She walked to the massive bed and sat down upon it. Looking towards where the twins had gone off to, she contemplated calling for them, but changed her mind. She would explore the temple tomorrow, but if Area or his priests wanted her they were going to have to come get her.

Once she was dry Iola pulled on the sleeping gown that was laid out on the bed and then laid down to stare at the ceiling of her room. Her slightly damp hair was spilled out on the bed and the sheer material of the gown clung to her body. She looked every bit the virgin sacrifice at that moment. Sighing she rolled onto her side, trying to will herself into sleep.

[Chgris]

The air at the foot of Iola's bed seemed to shimmer for a moment, and Ares appeared, looking down at her as she lie there on her side. This night he had set aside the trappings of War, and simply appeared in a black linen tunic. Glancing back to the sleeping area of the twins, he exercised a bit of his will, pushing them deep into an enchanted slumber while he was present. The guards at the door would simply not hear anything from inside.

Seeing the way the gown clung to Iola's every curve, and the fan of her hair, the god felt his lust rising. True, Iola did not yet wear his mark, and her body had not been consecrated to him, but what matter that if it were he who was with her anyway. He pushed her into sleep, a sleep where she would feel everything done to her, but not wake unless he spoke her name.

He sat on the bed next to her, reached out his hand, taking hold of her shoulder and pulling her to lie on her back. Opening the sleeping gown, he laid her body bare to his gaze. He found her fair indeed, his breasts full and high on her chest, capped by pink nipples. Her belly was flat, leading down to slender hips and long graceful legs. He stroked her body, teasing at her nipples, seeing them respond by drawing up hard and tight. His hand explored lower, covering her belly, and lower still to part her thighs, her brow furrowing in her sleep.

Moving to lie beside her, Ares bent his head t her chest, licking and sucking at her flesh be sucking her nipple into his mouth and gently biting it. His fingers felt the creamy skin of her smooth thighs, prating them wider, as her hips rolled on the bed. Feeling her movement, Ares’ hand moved up to her mound. A few strokes of his finger found her wet and open, the stimulation of her nipples having prepared her. Bringing his finger to his mouth he tasted her essence, finding it pleasing indeed.

Moving to lie between her thighs, Ares applied his tongue to her wet flesh, licking her hard little nub, and sliding his tongue down to probe at her. Using his thumbs to part her, he thrust his tongue deep, coming up against her virgin barrier. “Not tonight,” Ares whispered feeling her hips move and her thighs quivering, tomorrow, after she wore his mark, the he would relieve her of that useless bit of flesh, taking her virginity. For tonight, he would content to use his mouth and tongue.

Her hips were bucking hard, up and down and side to side, as her climax approached. Just as Ares felt her so close she would be unable to stop, he spoke her name. “Iola,” he commanded. “Awaken.”

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When sleep came upon her Iola dreamed of Iason, of what it would have been like to share her bed with him, to give herself to him. Unlike any other time she had dreamed of those stole moments, this dream felt more real. Her dream lover's hands were rougher than Iason's truly were. There was also the scrape of facial hair when there should not have been. She arched and twisted on the bed, as her dream lover did things to her, that had never happened before in her sleep. Iola moaned softly in her sleep as her body tensed and quivered. The tightness inside of her grew and grew, to the point she felt she was going to snap, that is until Ares' thick voice penetrated the fog of her sleep, pulling her from it to find herself bare and Ares between her thighs.

Iola let out a whimper, somewhere between pleasure and shame as she clung to the edge of a feeling she hadn't experienced before. She looked down at the bed before gather the gown to her chest. Iola couldn't close her legs because Ares laid between them and when she tried to move away from him, his hands clamped down on her thighs. Iola had to sink her teeth into her lip to try and hold back the moan as the material of the gown brushed her stiffened nipples. Here body tightened in reaction and a second moan followed it.

"That wasn't a dream, was it?" Already though she knew the answer. It had been Ares touching her. She tried to to pull back, despite his hold on her, but each movements made her on edge and sensitive body react even more. Her mound was wetter than before now and the folds of her sex spread open.

[Chgris]

"No, Iola, it was no dream. It was my touch you responded to." His hands slid up her thighs, forearms holding her open. Resting his left hand on her wet mound, he placed his thumb on her swollen clit. Not rubbing, just holding it there, letting her feel the pressure, but receive no relief. "And you enjoyed my touch, Iola. You are enjoying it now."

"You may deny it to me with your words, but your body betrays the lie." He rubbed her clit, once, watching her involuntary gasp. "You will be mine, Iola. I will have you, both your service as my Priestess, and your body in this bed."

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Iola opened her mouth to deny what he said, but all that came out was a moan and she clamped her mouth shut as her hips arched, pushing themselves against his hand. As much as she wanted him to stop she also wanted him to not stop. Sucking in a breath she manage to bite out as that swollen nub of flesh pulsed against his thumb, "You're a bastard." She meant it with all her heat.

Whimpering Iola's body started to spasm lightly, "Oh gods," she turned her head into the bed and closed her eyes as the pressure came back full force. Iola felt as if she were gong to come apart as he continued to to touch her. The muscles of her thighs began to shake. This time when she opened her mouth ask him to stop, Iola's fingers sank into the soft bed beneath her as her first climax built to the point that her body continued to seek to his touch pushing against his thumb and increasing the pressure against her clit

[Chgris]

Ares smiled down at Iola, watching her reactions, watching her body respond, her lust and need rising. But he was not about to give her what she wanted so easily. He lifted his thumb from her clit, and used his hand to hold her hips down on the bed. "No, Iola, it's not going to be that easy," he said. "You have constantly fought me. Fought against my priests, your fate of being my Priestess. You don't get the reward your body is craving for that."

He let her lie there in frustration, thumb flicking her clit whenever she began to calm down, holding her just at the edge of orgasm. "You are going to have to beg me for what you want, Iola," he told her. "And then I will take from you that which I want."

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She wanted it so badly she could taste it, but Iola clenched her jaw shut. She wasn't going to beg Ares for anything. He could rot in Tarturus first and She made sure he saw that in her eyes. Iola didn't trust herself to speak, it was bad enough that she couldn't hold back her moans or stop the movements of her body. Iola buried her face into the bed as best she could, trying to ignore the torment that Ares was putting her through. Yes she had fought against the lifestyle she had been born into and thus him and she planned to continue to fight him.

Each flick of his thumb and the longer he drew her torture out the more wetness he coaxed out from her. Iason wouldn't have used her body like this, he would have even touched her without her knowing it. Iason had done little more than kiss her and to steal one brief touch when they had stolen away from the village to spend time together. Iola tried to focus on her memories of Iason, if she could hold his image in her head, maybe she could defy Ares and prevent herself from giving in to him.

[Chgris]

Ares reveled in her defiance. He knew what she was thinking, and it would be so easy to simply annihilate Iason, or send the Erinyes to torment him, but no, this was a war, and Ares was determined to win it.

Reaching down with his other hand, Ares stripped the sleeping gown from Iola, leaving her bare and exposed to his eyes. Leaning forward, he extended his tongue, using just the tip to circle around her right nipple, increasing the torment. his right hand went to her hair, taking a handful and forcing her to look at him. "No, Iola, no hiding from it," he said. "You will see who it is who is bringing such pleasures to your body. You will know that it is I, and none other who makes you feel this way. And when you can no longer stand it, you will beg me to grant your release."

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Iola let out a soft cry when Ares forced her to look at him, both from the force he used and the fact her traitorous body responded to that force. Had he been anyone else she would have spit on them, but the fact was Iola knew Ares, unlike Eion would not hold back in response to such an insult. "I hate you." Her nipple was still wet from his licks and the brush of air made the flesh tighten even more. A hard shiver ran through her body and Iola let out something between a moan and a sob. While Ares had limitless resolve and energy to prove his point home that every part of her belonged to him, Iola did not.

The longer she fought him and the pleasure he was offering her the bigger the haze grew in her mind, her own wants being overtaken by what her body instinctively wanted from the man, not the God holding her down in the bed and making her subject to his will and his lust for her. Her hips rolled, forcing herself against his hand, "Please...please."

[Chgris]

Ares' smile grew as Iola begged. With a thought, he vanished his tunic, to kneel naked between her thighs. "Please, Iola?" he said, intent on forcing her to admit what she truly wanted from him. His fingers tightened in her hair, raising her head so she was forced to see his body fully revealed, long and hard and ready to strip away her virginity and make her his. "Please what?" His thumb came down quickly on her clit, pressing hard, and just as quickly taken away before she could rub herself against it.

"Please take you?" he said, moving his hips forward to lay his hard shaft along her thigh.

"Please finish it for you?" his thumb again touching her clit, and quickly gone.

"Please leave?" he asked, making as though to leave the bed.

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The sight of her god, naked between her legs and fully aroused and read yo take what was his to take, snapped Iola out of most of the fog to focus on what else he had said. As much as she wanted him to finish what he had started, to give her release, Iola also wanted him to just stop, to leave her be, though she knew that sooner or later, more like sooner really there would be nothing she could say or do to make Ares stop.

Tearing her eyes from the sight his body presented Iola looked up at him. Slowing she liked her lips, "Please stop torturing me. Leave me or finish what you started,, but pleas just stop this torment." Defiant to t he end Iola wasn't going to make it that each for him to claim her virginity, no that he would have to take from her. They both knew though if it suited him he could take her right then and there and be done with her for the night. Her thighs shone in the light of the room from how wet she was. A flush covered her sun kissed tan body while her nipples continued to beg for more attention from him. At the moment she looked more like one of Dionysus' priestesses that Ares'.

[Chgris]

"You hate me, Iola?" he asked, spreading her thighs wider. "That is a perfect way to start. You are the Priestess of War, so let us pit our bodies one against the other." He put the head of his hard cock at the entrance to her pussy, sliding it up and down, using her fluids to lubricate it, before pushing into her.

When he came to her virgin barrier, he thrust hard, tearing it away as quickly as possible to get the pain over with, and pressed himself into her to the hilt. Hearing her cry out as he took her virginity, he held still for a moment, then set a steady pace, fucking her, claiming her body, making her his. He set his hands on either side of her head, looking down into her eyes. "Fight me, Iola," he said. "Tell me how much you hate me and how I make you feel. Don't give up now, the battle is only beginning."

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Iola didn't have a chance to voice her denial before Ares was buried inside of her to the hilt. The God of War only gave her the smallest amount of time to adjust to the very full sensation of him besides of her before he was moving inside of her. The pain of him taking her made her body seize under his, her body slick and tight around his shaft. When the moment passed she was left whimpering and moaning under him. The tears she had held back for so long ran down the corners of her eyes and down into her hair. Area words stung at her, he wanted her defiance, her anger at him.

She did hate him, she hated for what he was doing to her and the fact she couldn't stop him. Iola looked away from him, unwilling to rise to the challenge he presented her with. Each trust brought another moan from her, as her hands curled into his side, her nails sinking into his flesh. Her moment of not fighting against him broke as she felt that pressure inside of her building again. Iola screamed and bucked against him, fighting more against the pleasure than against him directly. She cried and clawed at him, hating the fact that some part of her was enjoying this, enjoying being claimed by him.

[Chgris]

Ares felt her nails clawing his skin, felt her fighting against him, fighting her own traitorous body and the rising pleasure of her impending orgasm. Ares knew what he was doing as he played with her body. He had been Aphrodite's lover long enough to have learned more than just one trick from the Goddess of Love. He exercised no godly powers, simply played Iola's body like the fine tuned instrument of pleasure it was meant to be.

As her moans and thrashing turned to screams, and hers her began bucking up to meet his thrusts, he captured her hands in his, pinning them to the bed beside her head. He lowered himself down, letting her feel the weight of his body as he fucked deep into her cunt, his lips barely an inch from hers. "Fight it, Iola," he whispered to her. "Fight it, fight me, or surrender and be mine. But know that either way, I will have you give me your body's pleasure this night. And as soon as you do, you will feel my pleasure in your body."

[AngelofDeath]

This time she did spit in his face though it took some doing on her part to pull her face away from his enough to do so. With the full weight of Ares on top of her and between her spread thighs Iola could barely move and now that he had her hands pinned to the bed she couldn't reach him and at that moment she felt like clawing his eyes out, or trying to any ways. She didn't want him or what he was making her fell, they both knew it and they both knew he didn't care. Ares was fully intent on claiming every part of her being, willingly or not. Iola didn't turn away from his face as he continued to thrust into her, but she bit down upon her lip until she could taste blood, she wasn't going to give in to him. Not to him or what he was doing to her body.

Whether she wanted it or not her body hit its peak and her hips arched flushed with him as her entire body quaked beneath his, her eyes grew wide as her cunt milked his shaft. Iola's teeth came free of her torn lip as she gasped beneath him. "I hate you," she whispered just before her back arched as she let out a long a low moan, caught up in the sudden crash of a another wave of pleasure, the wetness of her body coating every inch of his buried shaft.

[Chgris]

"Perfect, Iola, my Priestess, perfect," Ares said, feeling her pussy clamping down on him, and her cream flowing around him. He threw back his own head, and let his orgasm flow over him, driving harder into her as he came, his seed flooding her with liquid heat, spilling out around his driving cock.

He released by hand, and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Twisting it brutally enough to make her cry out, and used it to wipe the spittle from his face. "That's it Iola," he urged, lips not at her ear. "Ride it out, enjoy it, have as many as you can. And remember that I am the one who made you feel this way. When you lie alone in that ceremonial bed know that the only way you will feel that way again is if I make it so for you."

[AngelofDeath]

Iola's scalp throbbed painful from the way he had used it, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing inside of her as his seed flooded her body. Letting out a pained sob at his words and at the anger she felt towards herself Iola's hand came up and slapped him. Her palm stung from the contact it made with the hard plane of his cheek and jaw. Her gasps turned to pants as she tried to draw air into her lungs. She still shook from head to toe, slowly becoming aware of the feel of his see dripping between their bodies, mixing with her own juices and dampening the sheets beneath them.

"I maybe your priestess, and I don't have to like it, but I will never be yours, Ares. Get out of my room, go to Tartarus for all I care, just leave me alone." Her voice shook while she spoke to him and it was barely above a whisper, but there was enough venom in her voice to have struck down a mortal man. As long as he was there she wasn't going to let the full weight of what had just happened crash down on her.