A Fighting Affair (Closed for Ausus Girl)

Beneath a bush there was a helmet, and beneath the helmet the immortal glow of life. Two eyes of red blood burned silently, and for the moment softly. The red was of blood. Just as the tattoos that coursed over his entire golden body. Oozing red that looked wet to the eyes and smelled foul to the nose, and tasted like blood to the tongue. Only now they did not smell, nor did they run, nor would they drip. Ares commanded perfection from every pour of his perfect body, no muscle, no hair, no piece of skin did other then his command. Unlike the other gods his body did not glisten, his skin did not shine, nor did he find enjoyment in looking like a god.

The immortal blood that runs in his body left him with a great desire for the real thing that he wore on his body in patterns and shapes that made little sense to anyone else.

But here in the forest they dulled while he hunted.

Game was more often man then beast, but when boasts in the halls of Olympus were made often the slaying of mere mortal men was frowned upon. The slayers of great beasts were cheered, but the slayers of great men often jeered by the other gods. It was their own fault. To meddle in the affairs of the gods after being granted the gift of life was an ill choice. Especially without the proper offerings or with any thoughts of causing trouble for those that had given them life.

The one to make the greatest boasts were Artemis the huntress. She boasted that she was the only one that would ever kill the dear that roamed the forests near the village of Kraos. She determined that they were overly swift and smart for any save her and her gentle feminine touch to bring down. This she said, of course, knowing full well that if a god were so inclined they could simply slay the beasts in their form of power, but it was well known amongst the gods that any boast of deeds must be performed in the form of mortals.

This was why Ares suffered the sweat dripping from his eyebrow to his cheek, and coating the inside of his armor. Only his spear hand remained cool and untroubled by such mortal concerned. It was steady, and still full of life. Ready for the killing throw.

An uncontrollable lust consumed Ares as the deer with shining coats walked into the clearing in front of him.

He was going to kill more then one.

It was not enough to kill just one. Artemis had killed one, but he was going to kill many. All of them if he could manage. It wasn't the deer that he did not respect. Their life was given by the gods and they had been made to escape, to disappear into the dense forest undergrowth. It was their keeper, her boasts at the last feast upon Olympus had slipped underneath the blood. Then under the skin. Then into his veins. The others had laughed, had enjoyed the boast of the pretty Artemis, but he had not. Sitting alone, watching as she danced about from table to table, too and fro so gaily as she boasted that she alone was the master of blood.

"The master of little pests," Ares had mentioned to the one closest him though he went unheard.

Now they would regret not hearing his voice.

Out of the forest he sprang. His spear flew through the air without a sound, but immediately the deer sprang forward as if shot from a gun. The spear only managing to graze it's hind quarter. With a snarl he leaped forward and retrieved the spear. The chase was on!

Through fern and gully it went, on and on. Under branch and bough. Over hill and ridge. Through rivers. Ares next throw came with a yell that frightened the deer so badly it froze as if caught by the hand of Zeus himself. In that second of the herds pause two were impaled by the spear. The rest screamed and fled.

Just a hill away sat the village of Kraos where Nieniel the girl and her family lived. Her father was a hunter, and without any sons he had chosen her to learn the ways of the forest. He had taught her well, and when she heard the screams she knew someone had struck the deer of Artemis. Without a breath she snatched up her bow and sped towards the sound. Through her many treks into the forest she had met the goddess twice, and both times she had learned many, many things. Enough to know that if someone killed those deer, her wrath would be great. She had to warn the unlucky soul that had managed to kill those beautiful animals before she could warn them.

When she stumbled across the carcass's she gasped.

Ares whirled and thrust his spear out without pause or care, for the lust still coursed through his veins like fire burning through straw. The heavy blade split the beautiful little girl in half; blood spilled everywhere and her dead gasp filled the quiet clearing.

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The soft pale moon lit the area that Artemis surveyed, the tracks were fresh and all looked to be in order. She padded silently through her shire, the shadows dancing over her pale skin, unmarred by time or age.

She was a goddess, born of Leto and Zeus, she delighted in all things of the earth, most especially here, in her woods. This was her place on terra, and the other gods dare not intrude. She loved to talk of her deer, specially bred for her hunting tastes, they were strong, and light footed and very quick. She doubted that there was any other god that could match her skills with her deer. She had jested with the others recently about this very fact.

Artemis heard something move in her woods, and it was unnatural, she could feel the creatures go silent around her and knew that there was a intruder about. Behind her she heard the call of the mid-wife in the Kraos and knew that she needed to be present at the birth of the child. That village after all, paid homage to her, and she would be there when they called for her. On silent feet she ran, and leapt through the forest, with all the speed of her deer and then some, before coming to rest at the entrance to the village, she breathed in the scent of the folk. Both dirty, and pious were these folk. She hurried to the midwives side and helped the child of the night be born into this world.

Early the next day she rested in her shire, luxuriating in the soft moss caressing her back, the birds over head. And then she felt it. The stampede of her herd. The hard footstep of someone who should not be here, and the light footed one from a child, she sat up at the scream. Her deer! The girl child! Grabbing her bow she took off deeper into her woods, not even noticing what she was passing, only listening to the sound of the scuffle, when she burst through into the meadow, she saw him.

Ares, the bloodlust dripping from him as he stood over some of her herd, and a small child that Artemis had been raising and mentoring. She gasped in pain at the sight, and then her anger began to seethe from her.

"Ares!" She called out, " Why have you come her to desecrate my shire? Have you not enough bloodshed that you must mar what is mine?!" Every word dripped with hatred, and disdain. She carefully knocked her arrow and pointed it at the unruly god of war. "You will pay for what you have taken from me." She let loose her arrow and watched as it landed, digging deep into the god's shoulder. "Leave now, or you will not leave here with your life." She spat at him.

The lust had not yet cooled in his veins when Artemis came running through the undergrowth.

It only leaped higher when the wooden shaft buried itself in his thick shoulder.

With a yell of rage that scattered any nearby animal or being he ripped the arrow head from his flesh and cast it to the ground. With a smile he ran his tongue through the blood searching for poison. When he found none he cast it aside and turned to face the beautiful goddess that he saw in only the darkest, deepest, and reddest of hazes.

"I desecrate nothing. Animals and mortals die and their blood spills for our sport and desire. You yourself boast of killing these animals and all of the gods applaud your skill and join in mirthful praise of your victory. But what you fail to understand is that they do not just laugh with you, but at you, for your boasts are those of a child that knows not what her Elders have accomplished and done. My boasts, my victories, they outclass all of yours and these animals the most!"

"Yet the Olympus is amused with it's children that boast of such wondrous things and it enjoys leading on those who would make fools of themselves. Yet, you could not see this and now you do me harm of another kind. It is not your simple boasts that weaken the Olympians thoughts of me, but the speed and sharpness of your arrows. You fire without thought, and without reason. The mortal leaped at me unawares, and it is well known that none should come near me when the lust is strong and the blood runs thickly."

"Well known indeed!"

Now the hot air that had run it's course through Ares finally burst asunder and his body shook with anger as he took firm hold of his massive spear and dug it out from the two carcasses of the beautiful deer. He cleaned the tip reverently on the green grass before setting his eyes like slits onto Artemis.

"You should take more care with your words, and your dress. It is common and of rags. Unfit for a god. But even more so take care of your aim, for if you desire to kill me the arrow should be placed in my breast and kill me instantly, for now you have given me the chance for revenge!"

With that Ares sprang lightly towards Artemis and thrust his spear low and hard, searching for Artemis thigh, but he only caught the skin with his sharp and thick blade, for she was quicker then the deer she bred. As she sprang away he followed hotly after, roaring as blood dripped from his skin and his golden muscles tensed. His throw would have to be perfect to catch her fleeting form. With skill and care he aimed.

Then he threw with all of his immortal might.

Artemis watched the blowhard in front of her. Oh yes, he dripped with anger and readiness, and she knew that as soon as he stopped talking he would try to attack her. And she was right. After calling down the fashion gods on her head, he leapt at her, but she was ready and easily jumped out of the way.

She took off running, moving quickly through the forest, knowing he wasn’t as familiar with the terrain as she was. Artemis heard his grunt and knew that he had thrown his spear at her; she jumped into the trees above her, the spear slamming into the ground. She swung back from the branches, turning in the air and kicked out, catching Ares in the jaw, knocking him to the side. Laughing softly she dropped to the ground next to him.

“Get your spear, and your sorry ass out of my forest. Now.” She stood over him smugly, looking down at his huge form, for a minute glad of the ridiculous distraction. Artemis was almost sad she had beaten him so easily.

Most fighters would have given up and done exactly what the goddess commanded.

But most fighters were men, and of those that were not mortal, none were Ares. Quicker then lightning and stronger then a tidal wave he surged forward; forgetting his spear and wrapping both of his immovable arms around her womanly form. The powerful tackle took them both back down to the rich earthen floor of the forest and covered them in stick and leaves a plenty. Ares landed on top, as he expected to, and with ease he pulled the both of them up before flinging Artemis by her shoulders towards a small patch of young trees.

The snapping sound was sickening as the tress crumpled into bits, but Ares was no fool and knew it was only the tree. No god would be hurt by a plant, not even one they cared and tended like Artemis. With a simple tug Ares brought his massive spear from the rock it had embedded itself in; cracking the rock in the process. Grabbing a chunk of the rock he hurled it in Artemis general direction, and waited for her to dodge it, then he threw his spear once again. Aiming for her well toned breasts beneath the fabric of her shirt.

Dirt and leaves fell from his arm as he flung the spear, it splattered to ground softly among the loud noises from Ares and Artemis as the duel continued on.

Artemis hated that the tree had been smashed when Ares had thrown her. She hated that her forest was being torn to bits by this stupidly arrogant god. Artemis easily dodged the rocks he threw, taunting him on by her tinkling laughter.

When he threw his spear, she jumped lightly to the side, watching as the spear embedded it self into the side of a tree. She ripped it from the wood, and spun it easily in her hand.

"Callisto!" Artemis called, and listened for the slight crashing in the undergrowth. Artemis turned and backed away slowly from Ares, knowing that he would follow her, so enraged he was.

She knelt when she had backed them into a ravine, and looked up at him with begging eyes. She still held his spear, keeping it lightly in her hand. When the time was right and she heard the growl of her minion Artemis struck out. Callisto the bear, swiped at the head of the god catching him unaware and Artemis knocked him off his feet with his own spear, watching him sprawl to the ground. She quickly moved to straddle his hips, pressing him into the ground holding him down.

"Looks like you got beat by a girl, Ares. Always knew you liked a woman on top."

"On top?" For Ares the connection was easily missed. While she was on top of him, his body was springing for another step and to think of a funny little one liner at a time like this was just relatively absurd. The fact of the matter was relating anything outside of the current fight was furthest from his thoughts. That was why he was able to move again; had his adversary had the same thoughts then he would have not been able to move. He would have been dead, or at least; immobile. As it was his hands and feet were free, and only his body was pinned to the ground by Artemis slim hims and beautiful frame.

By punching both of his fists into the soft earth and doing the same with his heels he was able to throw his entire body upwards; arching it at the same time and heave his rival into the air across his head.

Without a pause he rolled so that the arch was now inwards instead of out and like a wolf he looked just before pouncing forward to where Artemis was easily regaining her balance. Like the bear that had swung at him earlier he plowed into the goddess. His shoulder digging into her fair back and driving her into the ground.

His spear went wildly to the side and he too rolled from the impact with the earth and came to his feet some yards away. Now they stood in a triangle, his spear, Artemis, and himself.

"You should do the boasting after you have won, Artemis." He said quietly, "That is, after all, what began all of this."

Before she could muster one of the sure-fire quick witted responses he moved again. He covered the ground between them in a flash, and with all of the rage funneled carefully into action and energy he swung with an open hand and caught her full in the chest. The push would send her flying through the forest, crashing through trees, and eventually splitting a enormous boulder into several smaller pieces. Ares calmly went to collect his spear before entering the crazy mess that Artemis flying body had created. He looked carefully for her beautiful body, any sign of it and he would slam the head of his spear deep into the skin.

Artemis went flying though her woods, and a slight gasp went shocked her when she slammed into a rock and a tree. She collapsed on the ground and turned to look at where Ares was stalking her. She crawled on her belly along the earth, till she found the flower she was looking for, she crushed it in her hand, and rubbed one of her arrowheads in the nectar from the flower. It was a poison. It wouldn't kill Ares, but it would sting like hell.

She moved forward and silently climbed a tree watching for the gleaming god to come through the trees. She took careful aim and fired, watching as the carefully aimed arrow sailed merrily through the trees and sunk itself deep in Ares thigh.

Artemis grinned in satisfaction, and let loose two more, watching as one embedded in his shoulder and the other in his calf. When he put his hand on the tree next to him roaring in pain, she shot another arrow into the tree through his hand, effectively nailing his hand to the tree.

Laughing through the trees, she let him see her. She whistled to her deer who came stampeding through the forest, slamming him to the ground, while she laughed at his obvious stupidity.

"Had enough?"

Held as he was by the arrow through the tree Ares did not fall all the way to the floor, instead it looked as though he was falling but not quite fallen in place. With effort he pulled himself up. As the pain flooded his body the bloody tattoos on his skin grew a deeper shade of red and headed towards the color of blackness. A apt color considering it was the same to which his rage was approaching. Black fury that would soon be unleashed. Without a cry or murmur he wrenched his thickly gnarled hand from the tree, and proceeded to pull the other arrows from his body like pins from a cushion. The last one continued to burn though, and with a grunt he picked up his spear that he had dropped.

"So you resort to cheap tricks and the help of your fury friends? Is this really the best you can do Artemis?" As lightly as the words seemed it was fairly obvious that beneath them the black torrent of anger was growing steadily. It was as obvious as the rippling of Ares's mighty body as he flexed and vexed in place.

Only, suddenly he was no longer in place. With a carefully aimed heave he sent his massive spear flying for the friend of the goddess who had just come to her aid. It struck the beast just behind it's foreleg and exited partway through it's chest before coming stuck halfway between. Her cry of anguish was expected, and with it Ares moved.

This time his attack wasn't nearly as bold or bullying as before. Instead it was more cunning, as shown by his already deadly attack upon the deer lying dead now. His first blow landed upon her graceful and well made cheek that would soon be bruised and very swollen after meeting his powerful fist. The second blow pushed all of the air from her stomach and chest as it landed just beneath her breasts. The final blow would have been to her feminine jaw if she hadn't had the presence of mind to turn away from it, so instead Ares's mighty fist of war smashed into her shoulder and shot the goddess Artemis once again through the trees. Only this time it was with bruised and broken skin, much like Ares himself.

Artemis groaned in pain as she laid on the forest floor. Ares had caught her in the shoulder and stomach. She had screamed when his spear had shot through her precious deer. She gave it a moment of thanks for giving it's life in protection and love of her.

She heaved herself up and started laughing. It rang out loud and clear in the forest, bouncing against the trees so that Ares was surrounded by the sound of her laughter. Her birds in the eaves even joined in so that Ares could turn nowhere with out being confronted with laughter at his weakness.

"If that, Ares is the best you've got, no wonder Aphrodite left your sorry pompous ass. You are no god, you're a spoiled child who needs a spanking."

Artemis left the words hanging in the air, and ran towards him, with feet fleeter than the deer she raised. She caught him in the stomach knocking him to his knees, once there she slapped him soundly, her nails catching his cheeks and drawing blood. Before he could return any favors, Artemis danced back and kicked him in the chest, the force of it sending him flying back against the boulder behind him, Artemis smiled when she saw the crack in the rock from his head.

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As pieces of debris fell on either side of the God of War he brushed the fine covering of soot off of his shoulder and bent at the knees to pick up the two huge chunks of rock that had snapped upon feeling the weight of his mighty mass shoot into them. With an ease that portrayed each boulder as a light discus he tossed them lightly up and down in his hand as he walked towards Artemis who was smiling confidently. "You think that was my best? My dear?"

With a shake of his head Ares laughed and the birds, and beasts of the forest darted away from the sound of his laughter as it echoed about the broad canyon and through the undergrowth. "No... no it wasn't... You will know my best when the point of my spear has ripped through your body and pinned you to the ground like a stuck pig. You will squeal just like those pigs, and cry, but no one. Not even Zeus himself will come to your aide."

Without a sound Ares hurled first one, then the other boulder. Neither were aimed at Artemis. Instead one went for her feet or more importantly the dirt in front of her feet, while the other flew into the lot of tree trunks at her back. The dirty sprayed upward and the splintering wood showered downward as it burst asunder. Meanwhile Ares had scooped his spear from the ground and taken two long strides towards the shower of wood and wave of dirt. As he caught a glimpse of Artemis fleeing he let loose his spear. This time his aim was truer, and through the debris it found a piece of the Goddess's clothing. With a snap and a thud it drilled into a large tree with Artemis pinned to it as well.

In a second he was in front of her; pushing her hands out of the way as they struggled to free her clothes from the shaft. He pinned her against the tree with his own hand grasping both of her slim wrists above her hand. His other powerful hand gripped her jaw, "You should have went about freeing your body from these clothes. Don't you know that nothing can free what is trapped by my blade?" A short laugh was cut off quickly, "Now I have to decide what to do with you, since you did not die valorously in battle. I have killed enough of your friends to wound you deeply, so that will not suffice any longer... Perhaps..." A smile flickered over the God of Wars face. He did not speak anymore, but instead his hand drifted down the Goddess's body until it was against her thighs and gently spreading them open.

Artemis gasped at his touch on her thigh, and she growled under her breath. He dared touch her in such a manner? She was the ever-virginal Goddess and no man may touch her.

She swung her head foward, headbutting him and catching the errant god between the eyes, while it didn't stop him, it did catch him off guard enough to kick out and catch him in the groin, this however, did drop him. And she tore her skirt from her hips, baring herself to him and not caring. The goddess of the hunt stood there, shining in the light of her brother's chariot, and glared down at the egomaniacal god.

"You will die for those thoughts, Warmonger. And that touch." She ripped the spear from the rock wall, she kicked him down. Standing over him, she raised the spear over his chest, ready to bring it down into his black heart.

The cheap shot that no man or male God would ever attempt did indeed bring the Lord of War and Captain of Battles to his knees. Her lack of honor shone forth more brilliantly than the creamy skin between her thighs, and to Ares it only made things worse. Yet, for all his hatred a fraction of love was born to her unusual ways as she paused before smiting him, for any other warrior of God or man would have simply followed through. It was only a woman, and a huntress who prayed over the kill before darkening the animal spirit that would hesitate to strike as deadly warrior as he.

With blinding speed and ferocious strength Ares twisted on the ground.

It cracked beneath his wrath and rumbled in response.

The uneven rock and dirt stumbled beautiful Artemis; sending her sure strike in the turn with only a scratch on Ares's golden shoulder. The thing blood scratch quickly etched itself into the running tattoo's that stretched upon his fair skin. Another tale of battle survived, and surely with victory to follow.

Reaching out with soiled hands Ares lunged forward before Artemis could remove the spear from it's thrust into the hard soil and rock. With so much force the two flipped and her grasp on the spear was wrenched away, with a thud Ares landed atop the goddess of the hunt, "Caught." He murmured.

"Just like animals you love..." Careful to keep his crotch guarded and his head from striking distance Ares rested atop Artemis, but he was unable to escape noticing how well their bodies fit together. Her curves slipped perfectly over his bulging muscles, but yet to bulge was the part that mattered most.

"How does it feel? To be helpless, like your little rats?" He whispered with a morbid laugh; the hatred of her dirty trick stinging both his pride and body at just that moment. Enough to let his mind loosen and the poisonous hatred spill freely upon his words like misty water from the falls.

Pinned beneath this hulk of a god, Artemis couldn't help but wonder what if she spread her legs. She rejected the thought almost as quickly as it came. That would never happen. She was the purest goddess there was, and no male could ever take that, her father, Zeus had decreed it so.

But she could use his maleness against him, she already had, but she really could use the rest of it. After all, she reasoned, fair is fair in a fight to the death.

She could move her legs, and she did, clamping her thighs around his waist and holding him against her.

"You're a fool Ares."

She moved her hips gently, and felt the telltale swell push against her. Yeah, perhaps this was tempting fate, but she knew that his lust addled brain wouldn't be as sharp.

But she mixed it, a slight movement of the hips, and then she slapped him. The sting in her hand reverberating, and his face turned to the side. She leaned up and whispered in his ear.

"You aren't man enough."

"That is the first lie you have spoken in all the time of my company. And you know it, don't you? It was your wish that kept you chaste for so long, but it is your wish. No male shall ever take your virginity, so it was decreed by Zeus himself... And yet, here we lie with my cock separated only by mere inches from your precious flower. One would have thought your father would be here by now, or at least tossed a few of his lightning bolts."

As he spoke about their closeness Ares made sure that he ground his hips back against Artemis. He noticed also that as he spoke the confident mask that she wore eroded the tiniest bit, but whether that was because she doubted her own wish because of his words or was feeling what he had already begun to feel much earlier was not clear.

"But your wish was given at three, and at three years old one does not distinguish between the word man and male."

There was the hammer, and Ares was pleasantly surprised to find a shred of shock register across the huntresses face.

"That was just your fathers reaction. When I asked him, for he realized just as I knew... I am, no man... Indeed, you're correct. I am not man enough. I am god, enough."

Leaning down he pressed his lips against hers and forced a passionate kiss. Behind which his aggression and anger boiled and pressurized into pure energy that flowed straight into Artemis. At the same time his hands seized her wrists and pounded them back into the hard ground.

Artemis ignored the longing of her heat, the core of her being opening, and though the kiss sizzled between the two of them she glared at the God as he pounded her fists into the hard rock below them.

She arched her back under him, and pushed him off her. Rolling quickly to the side she leapt into the air, landing gingerly on a tree branch. She hung her head and spoke very softly, the anger at his transgressions gone.

"Leave Ares, you don't belong here, leave and let me heal my forest. Leave Ares."

She would never let him know how he affected her and it would be a while yet before she would venture forth to Olympus again.

The difference between a huntress and a warrior is in their blood whether it is mortal or immortal blood. The blood of a huntress cools much more quickly as she hunts her prey and silently stalks from tree to tree. The blood of a warrior burns hot and bright and does not cool until after the drinks are drunk after the friends that fell are buried and after the foes are felled. In this way Ares could not simply watch his adversary leave. The red blooded tattoos continued to swirl and anger clouded his vision. The loss of emotion from her voice only gave him more of a challenge as she found some strange new confidence or fatality to their seemingly impossible situation.

She thought, the foolish notion of a child! That she would finish him.

Once again power surged through his legs and Ares flew after the huntress.

She dodged him lightly, but the tree shattered and broke. It shuddered and splintered. One of the splinters caught Artemis in the back near her shoulder, and though it was not a deep wound it ruined her strength to grasp the next tree branch. Ares landed upon the ground next to her with a crash that shook and wrought the earth; using his powerful hand he grasped her by the shoulder and pinned her against the wet earth.

Leaning down her whispered into her ear, "What of it Artemis, goddess of the hunt, am I not God enough for you?"

"What of it Artemis, goddess of the hunt, am I not God enough for you?"

Oh that was it. This interloper enters her forest, kills her deer, violates her land and then thinks when she asks him to leave in a humiliating way, and he asks if he isn't God enough for her?

"No Ares. You aren't God enough."

She called on her forest then, drawing all it's strength into her, she became one with her land, the trees whispered her name, the animals her scions coming to her call, the dirt and rocks her skin. She glowed with the power of her forest.

Artemis beckoned the roots and they shot through the earth, binding the God of war. His staff shuttled to the side and picked up by her ravens who held it aloft and out of reach.

She gingerly picked herself off the wet earth and breathed in the surroundings softly. Her power was curious to her, and she giggled softly, happy with it. She practically floated to his side and stared at him curiously.

"I could kill you, you know that don't you Ares? The thought of giving into my power chills you to the core."

Tilting her head she stared at him, her eyes sliding over his frame, she settled on his groin.

"My power may scare you, but it seems it titillates you too.."

Her words were soft spoken though they resonated through the forest. Her fingers teased at him through the soft leather. Curious and exploring. He wasn't going anywhere.

"Tell me mighty God of war, how does it feel to be in the clutches of a mere female? Does it offend your high sensibilities? Will you bow to me in obeisance and admit you were wrong for destroying my forest and it's denizens? Or shall I strip your power from you, and wrench the words from your throat?

With these last words she closed her hand around his manhood and squeezed.

Ares laughed and amidst his laugh echoed both his lusty desire that was quickly growing to full bloom over the goddesses' soft, and then rough handling, but also his scorn. Which she was draped in fully, for even as she spoke and touched the darkened red that tattooed his body was quickly turning the green roots into black withering twigs. Seconds after Artemis realized what was happening Ares shrugged his massive shoulders and broke free from the dirt and strips of wooden string with ease. He laughed again seeing the surprise in his adversary's eyes as his hands gripped hers and kept the one squeezed against his manhood, but so powerful was his grasp on her wrist that it lessened what control she had to the point that her gentle grasp was rather more... Soothing then before.

"I never have had a qualm over being in the clutches of any female. Mortal or not. It is your youthful, ignorant boasting that drove me to such lengths, and placed us here. You with your hand upon my cock, and the taste of my lips upon yours."

She, of course, was ready to dismiss his last words as false until their lips met so powerfully that Artemis was thrown to the floor. Ares did not follow her, but instead he let her go and picked a stone from the ground. He hurled it at the birds and knocked his spear from their clutches. It fell into his hand, but instead of hurling it at the startled goddess he simply planted it deep in the forest ground. Immediately all of her 'power' within fifty yards of the spear withered and began to cry blood from all of their earthly pours.

"I will never apologize. Leastways till you apologize and Zeus himself decrees that my actions were indeed... Over the top."

Ares's eyes blazed across the suddenly dead woods, as he stared directly at Artemis. His challenge cemented, and another waiting beneath the folds of his clothes.

Artemis screamed the scream of her forest. It's pain was her pain, it's anger her anger, and the dirt of the earth poured at Ares, launching him away from her. She rose, and pulled his staff from the ground, she called upon her deer, and placed the staff on the horns. She kissed the soft fur and sent it running away.

Then she looked to the god of anger, who was again bleeding red.

"Care to play fetch?"

She leapt at him knocking him to the ground. He glared at her as she held him down. Artemis leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"You will get hard for me. And when I am done with you, your cum will rain upon the earth and heal my forest, understand Ares?"

"Hahaha!" Ares growled up at the goddess and snapped his teeth before letting out another tremendous laugh that shook the very ground. His eyes met hers, seething with red blood and glowing hotly between the two of them, "My cum? Oh, that's rich of you to say you child. My seed will only be planted in the womb that so rightly deserves it this day." Craning his neck forwards, he whispered very close to her lips, "Yours. My dearest Artemis."

With a swift jerk of his muscular neck he knocked his iron bones into her forehead.

The snapping crack echoed through the forest, stopping the fleeing deer and many more animals in their path. They would hear their mistress crying aloud in pain and frustration as now Ares was on top of her, and holding her throat against the dead dirt. He pushed her silken hair into the dirty and tilted her face to dirty it. Leaning over he kissed her fully on the lips and pushed his hips between hers, grinding his poignant tool against her soft legs.

"Are you ready for it? Is your cunt ready for it."

Artemis didn't know what to do. She could move, counter attack, throw him from her, bring her forest back to life, and kill him. She wanted an arrow through his heart. But to what end? She didn't like Ares, she didn't love Ares. But if he used her, desecrated her forest, killed her deer, maybe finally he would take his crowing ass back to olympus and let her get to work healing.

Fucking males. Always ruining shit. So yeah. She would lay there, and turn her head, and let him finish. Then she would pray to her father in hopes that he would restore her, and erase this whole incident from there memories, from the land.

Artemis parted her legs with a sigh, she looked away from him. Would he take the bait?

The sudden lack of emotion disturbed Ares immediately. He was not in the mood to simply kill whatever was put in front of him. He was no butcher. It was the sport of war that he enjoyed, not the mindless slayings, and this... Offer? Done only to give him what he wanted and get rid of him. With a snarl he stood, pulling Artemis with him by her throat. He held her in the air high above him and spoke in a voice that brooked no argument.

"So you submit to my will so easily? Like a human. You are no goddess, your father shall be ashamed when I speak with truth that you proffered yourself to me when you could just have easily done my will and un-spoke those crass words that you spoke upon the mount Olympus."

Lowering her until her eyes face his blood red ones, he lowered his voice equally.

"Do this then. Appease me with words of apology, swear that you will recant your boasts in the halls of Olympus and I shall leave you to your forest. Once and for all."

"Do this then. Appease me with words of apology, swear that you will recant your boasts in the halls of Olympus and I shall leave you to your forest. Once and for all."

Artemis stared at him. Dare she let the pretty, pleasing words fall from her lips? Would she part them, and let her traitorous tongue spell her humiliation for him?

She parted her lips as he looked at her expectantly. Almost eager to hear her prostrate herself for him. A slow deep breath made a soft sound as she prepared her words.

"Ares, forgive me."

She kicked him hard in the stomach. He pitched them both forward and she kicked his jaw, knocking them both back.

"Should of just stuck your cock in me and left."

Artemis moves to his side, and lands another kick square to his ribs. He rolls over to his back, groaning. This feels good to her. It's exciting, the groaning man at her feet, she straddles his hips, and grinds her sex against his.

"What now, I bet you've got some fancy move to turn me over, make me beg for release, beg to have you."

She smacked his face,

"I bet you're not even god enough to get hard when a goddess is smacking you, and pointing out, just how useless your really are."