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Passion and Conflict [Aphrodite x Ares] [Percy Jackson One-Shot]
🕑 Added 2023-12-06 21:38:17 +0000 UTCSynopsis: Ares and Aphrodite: war and love, heat and passion. They say the opposite attracts—so different, yet so similar, something was bound to happen.
Tags: Romance, Cheating, Rough
Created By Ms.Squirtle
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Centuries ago, while the gods were still active in the Pantheon, while most of the children in Camp Half-Blood weren’t even born yet, an affair was brewing.
Ares, the God of War, swaggered into Aphrodite's domain with the arrogance that defined him. The golden glow of the love goddess's palace seemed out of place for the god with a perpetual scowl.
Aphrodite, surrounded by an array of shimmering mirrors and adorned in the latest tunic fashion, looked up from her intricate styling. "Ares, darling, what brings you to my humble abode?"
Ares, clad in celestial armor, etched with intricate patterns that spoke of countless battles, exuded an aura of raw power and unyielding strength. Every movement carried the grace of a seasoned warrior, and the air around him crackled with the energy of impending conflict.
Ares grunted, his eyes narrowing as he leaned on one of the pure white pillars. "A little bird told me you were bored. Figured I'd offer some excitement."
Aphrodite chuckled, a sound as melodious as a love ballad. "How considerate of you, my dear God of War. But please, do enlighten me. How do you plan on entertaining me?"
A wicked glint lit up Ares' eyes, "How about a friendly sparring match? The winner gets bragging rights."
Aphrodite raised an elegant eyebrow, her interest piqued, "A sparring match? My my, Ares… Only you would come up with such an idea. You really know how to sweep a goddess off her feet."
With a snap of her fingers, a celestial arena materialized.
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The clash of weapons echoed through the air as the two gods engaged in a dance of combat. Ares swung his sword with practiced ferocity while Aphrodite effortlessly dodged his strikes with the grace of a seasoned dancer as her pink tunic fluttered and she parried with her rapier.
As the battle raged on, something unexpected happened. Ares found himself captivated not just by the clash of weapons but by the finesse with which Aphrodite moved. The goddess, in turn, couldn't help but be drawn to the raw power that emanated from the God of War.
“You're good at this,” he muttered.
“Fighting is like love, a struggle for domination. Soft and gentle, heated and unbridled,” she chuckled.
In the midst of the sparring, their eyes locked, and for a moment, the tension shifted.
Ares lowered his sword, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, love, looks like we've reached a stalemate."
Aphrodite smirked back, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Perhaps, but some battles are best left unresolved. After all, what's war without a touch of passion?"
A sigh escaped Aphrodite's lips, and she looked away for a moment as if lost in thought. "War and passion... it's almost poetic, isn't it? Speaking of passion, have I told you how utterly tiresome my marriage to Hephaestus is? The God of the Forge, bless his heart, but passion isn't exactly his strong suit,” she added as she swung her weapon again.
Ares swung his sword and evaded her needle-thin rapier. He reacted quickly and soon found himself standing behind her, raising his sword to her neck. With a raised eyebrow, he asked. "You're complaining about your marriage in the midst of a battle? Really?"
Aphrodite's laughter tinkled like distant chimes, and she met Ares' gaze on her side with a playful glint in her eyes.
"Well, darling, what better time to discuss matters of the heart than when the clash of passion surrounds us? Besides, battles and complaints make for the most peculiar kind of foreplay, don't you think?"
Ares smirked, the corners of his lips curling in a way that hinted at a shared understanding. "Foreplay, in the middle of a skirmish? You're a unique one, Aphrodite."
She stepped back, closer to his chest. A subtle sway in her movement that mirrored the dance they had just shared. "Ares, my dear, life is full of unexpected moments. Sometimes, the battlefield is the only place where the heart speaks the truth."
Ares chuckled a low rumble that resonated in his chest, causing Aphrodite’s body to shiver.
He replied with a hint of something more, "Truth, passion, and war. Quite the combination, isn't it?"
Aphrodite's gaze lingered, and for a moment, the air between them seemed charged with unspoken tension. "Oh, my dear Ares, the most potent combinations are the ones that defy easy explanation. Love and war, attraction and conflict; They dance together in the realms of chaos and desire."
“Together?” He asked.
Aphrodite winked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, darling, a goddess can multitask. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, unresolved battles and a touch of passion. What do you say we leave this arena behind and explore the mysteries of love and war elsewhere?"
“You and your lectures.” Ares shook his head. He preferred raw and unrestrained action. There was no need for pretty words on the battlefield.
“You won’t regret it,” she added, sensing his thoughts.
Their eyes locked in a lingering gaze as the celestial arena dissolved around them.
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Aphrodite walked forward towards her lush decorated couch, her body swayed, perfectly curving and tantalizing.
“So, what happened between you two?” Ares asked as he followed her, his gaze never leaving her rear.
She turned around and folded her arms across her chest, fully aware of how low-cut her delicate gown was. She didn’t miss the way his eyes briefly flickered to her cleavage, then back up to her face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He snorted, stepping closer, looming over her shorter frame. “You certainly have the courage to speak this way to the God of War?”
Taking a step closer towards him, she twirled a piece of blond lustrous hair around her finger, “I wonder… Don’t you know love gives courage?”
“Really? Maybe I should teach you that war gives fear,” he smirked as he settled his hand on her cheek, staring intensely into her eyes.
No matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a willing woman laid out in front of them, let alone the goddess of love.
Ares’ hand trailed down her shoulder ornaments that kept her thin Grecian robe around her body and pulled it to the sides of her shoulders. Without a word, Aphrodite allowed it to fall, revealing her soft-pink underclothes, tight around her squished-together mounds and matching lower cloth.
He exhaled a hot breath as he marveled at how beautiful she was.
Those plump full breasts, that gentle curving waist, that smoother-than-silk legs, and that undulating belly, heaving with every breath she took. The Goddess of Love was truly the epitome of charming beauty.
Aphrodite smirked as her face inched closer to his, kissing his mouth deeply. Ares replied as his tongue invaded her lips, slippery and warm. With that, she pushed her body forward, forcing him to take a few steps back and fall onto the bed.
She swung one leg over his, then the other, planting herself firmly in his lap. Her hands crawled over his armored chest as she bit her lip and asked, “Are we going to keep playing games, or are you going to make love to me?”
“Make love? That’s funny,” he growls, snapping his fingers to melt away the golden armor on his body into shimmering magical dust, leaving only the white smallclothes around his pelvis.
Aphrodite’s eyes widened in marvel as she thirsted over his rippling muscles and tanned skin glistening with sweat after their spar.
Before she could react, he suddenly reached up and grabbed her neck, gentle enough not to hurt her but firm enough to flip her on the bed, pinning her down.
Now, he rested above her, his pelvis between her wide-open knees. His eyes flash with something carnal and primal, ready to devour the piece of flesh under him. “Careful what you wish for... You’ll regret it.”
Aphrodite’s body instinctively moved, gently clawing his arm. “I won’t know until I try.”
He grinned dangerously. His hand trailed up her soft neck, his thumb reaching gleaming rosy red lips. Then he shoved two fingers into her wet mouth, not expecting an answer.
“Hmmm…” She licked and sucked on his fingers, giving him a preview.
Slap!
Ares suddenly slapped the base of her plush, velvet thigh with his other hand.
“Ah!” Aphrodite yelped a little as shivers of delight coursed through her body.
“You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” Ares chided as he grabbed the blushing flesh of her upper thigh, although his tone sounded playful. “Oh, the things I can do to you…”
“Showah… mehh…” she muttered onto his wet fingers.
His hand left her ass, raising it to spank her again. Before he could, she bit down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to pull them out of her mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, my dear God of War.”
His hand shifted and went down to her pink small cloth around her waist, caressing his rough thumb on the tight part that hid her swollen nub, feeling the moistness spreading through the fabric. It was soaked with her slick juices, clinging to her slit.
Her body squirmed, arching her pulsating core towards his broad hand. Ares chuckled darkly at the pathetic swaying of her hips. He knew she wanted more, craving for his rigid shaft. “You wanted it that badly?”
“Oh… Yes...” She replied with her eyes closed, lost in his teasing.
He pulled her lower cloth aside and gently pushed a finger inside the moistness between her legs as she moaned. “I bet you’d cum just from me putting another finger inside this tight, wet pussy, wouldn’t you?”
He spoke with a hint of condescension as she clenched around his digit, coating it in the wet strands of her arousal as it pumped in and out of her. Then he added another finger, causing her petals to stretch wider around his rough fingers, her body arching up in pleasure.
She moaned even louder, almost in shame, when she saw how content he was looking at her wet, throbbing core. She spontaneously brought her legs together to hide from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pried them open with a slight effort, pressing on her soft thigh to open wide for him.
Now, all she could focus on was the way his fingertips curled inside, brushing against her wet walls.
“Cry out for me, my pretty little goddess….”
His other hand came down from her neck, crawling on top of her sweaty, beautifully formed hills. Clutching and kneading, fully intending to make her squirm. Aphrodite whimpered and moaned, grabbing the sheets and twisting them in bliss.
“Ahh… no… You're… too rough.”
Ares didn’t care one bit as his fingers went even deeper, bumping her deepest walls, and flicking the entry to her cervix. Heavy and wild, his hands kept moving. “Heh, I want to see your face when you come. Come for me, scream in pleasure…”
He added one more finger, three digits starching her wide as his palm pivoted on her pelvis. She withered in torment, arching to meet his hand. The squelching, dirty sounds of her soaking wet hole mixed with her loud cries of rapture echoed through the room.
“Ahhh… Ahh… Ares…”
Her hips jolted up, her muscles tense, and with a loud cry, she felt that fiery, cataclysmic response in her love hole. Her juices burst out, coating his hand.
His fingers pulled out with a lewd, squelching sound, and he licked them. “You taste… heavenly. But I want to taste that sweet body of yours too. Up, my little goddess.”
Heaving and panting, Aphrodite scooched up, supporting her body on her elbows. As she moved up toward the bed's headboard, Ares crawled forward, keeping her under him.
When she finally rested her head on the silk-covered pillow, he leaned down and kissed her. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, brushing against her pearly white teeth, and exchanging hot saliva. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, caressing his tongue with her own. But breathing was the last thing on her mind. His tongue was soft yet demanding as they sucked and licked hers.
Ares pulled back to kiss along her collarbone, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally biting the sensitive mounds that spilled over her smallclothes and leaving goosebumps on her skin. The movement of his lips didn’t falter when he pulled on her pink smallclothes top, allowing her heavy mounds to come out.
He skillfully removed her lower smallclothes with one hand leaving her bare naked for him to plunder, exposing her heated flesh to the soft cold breeze in the room. Her hands moved and fumbled around his waist, looking for the string of his smallclothes with a frenzied thirst. The outline of his cock was evident as it strained against the cloth.
Sensing her heated yearning, he placed his hand on hers and helped her pull on the correct part. It soon came off, exposing his lengthy manhood.
Then his lips found her buds, flushed and fully hard. As he cupped them with his lips, she trembled in bliss. Her breath heaved as her chest came forward, asking for more.
With a satisfied hum, he settled his hard rod on her throbbing lower lips. Aphrodite could feel the heat of his girth as he brushed his length on her petals, caressing her soaking core with every bump and groove. He teased her and smiled as he bit her nipple, sensing her craving building up. Her body wiggled under him, begging for him to fuck her, pillaging her with his godly manhood.
“Ooohh…. Ares…”
He occasionally pinched her soft flesh with his fingers leaving little red marks on her ass and hips, but never breached her tight depths with his straining erection, almost causing her to go mad with lust.
“I… I need more. Give me more,” she gasped from the slithering sensation on her soaked petals, where she most ached for fulfillment, grabbing a fistful of the pillow as the tightening in her belly grew stronger.
“You’re demanding now?” He said as his tongue left her flushed nipple for a moment, then sucked her once again, fully intending to provoke her until she broke. His mouth bit and licked while his hips moved, caressing and teasing her entrance with the grooves of his cock, sliding up and down.
“No… Ahhh… Please… I’m begg… I’m begging you…” her head shook vigorously, her hair messily thrashing and sticking to her sweaty face.
“You want me to fuck this slutty hole of yours?” He moved up and whispered a growl onto her saliva-coated neck. The tingling hot breath caused her to shiver even more.
“Yess… Please… Oh please… Fuck me….”
“Where did that lecturing goddess go?” He chuckled evilly as he pressed his shaft harder onto her gaping petals, and both his hands grabbed onto her heavenly mounds.
“No…. I’m yours now; do with me as you will… Fuck me like a whore…” she said between heavy breaths, arching her hips to welcome him.
“Who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?” Ares answered as he moved his hips back, allowing his swollen purple head to settle right on her pulsating pussy. She could feel how big he was, full of virile masculinity.
Aphrodite gasped as she felt him placing pressure on it. His cock parted her soft flesh, stretching her walls to give way. Ares could feel that she was tight, struggling to stop his attack with an instinctively hard clench.
But that only made it even more enjoyable for him. She yelped and whimpered at the invasion but quickly drowned in overwhelming pleasure as he gently inched in, filling her up.
“Ghh… you feel so… tight…” His hips pushed even further in.
Ares went deeper and deeper as the rim of his crown scraped her inner walls with pleasure.
He started to move his hips, thrusting deep as his hands grabbed hold of her creamy, flawless thighs. With every plunge of his cock, her body jolted, and her magnificent breasts jiggled and thrashed, Ares couldn’t get enough; he wanted to ruin her more and more.
His hips started to move faster, gyrating in fast, insistent circles. His iron-hard staff slid in with ease as more and more of her juices lubricated her pussy. His hand went back to pinching her swollen, sensitive nipple, twirling and flicking.
He could feel her body tensing up, bringing out a little more of her essence as she whined and moaned. The squelching dirty sounds excited him as he pumped harder, his pelvis smacking into her as he lifted her legs higher, opening her body for him.
“Ahhh… ahhh... fuck me… Yessss…”
Like a doll, she allowed him to do whatever he wanted, accepting his hot cock with reckless abandon. Her eyes rolled white, lost in bliss; her hands clutched hard on the pillow, seemingly in agonizing torment. However, her body started to spasm, another wave of pleasure pushing her near the edge.
Sensing her impending orgasm, Ares used his free hand to slap her cheek, then grabbed her throat as his thrust suddenly slowed down, letting his molten cock enter her shallowly. “Not yet, my little whore. You need to ask this god for permission to come.”
Aphrodite’s brows scrunched up. The sudden change of pace brought her down from the edge, but the pleasuring movements wouldn’t allow her wet pussy to stop craving his cock. She was on the verge of exploding. All she wanted was that sweet release. Nothing else mattered.
“Pe… please Ares…. My god…. My king…” she whimpered under him, her hips moving wildly against him in search of more. “May … ahhh! Please… may I come…?”
Ares paused for a moment, admiring her blubbered begging face with a satisfied smile. “All you had to do was ask sweetly.”
He suddenly placed both his hands on her thighs again, spreading them so wide that her knees touched the bed, and then he plunged in with a hard thrust, drilling into her. Over and over, he plunged in deep, pulled out, then slammed back in.
Smack! Smack!
“Ahhhhh!!! Godddd!!!” she cried out.
“That’s it! Scream for me! I want to hear you cry out my name!” Ares thrust hard and rough into her soaked walls that never stopped pulsing around him. Her body jolted up a little with each heavy-handed plunge, allowing their flesh to collide loudly, slapping her petals red.
Aphrodite yelped, gasping in heavenly pleasure. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth in delirium, as if she wanted something shoved in that hole too.
“Ahhhhhh… Ares… Ares... Yess!!!!” With a couple of more hard thrusts and a melodious cry, Aphrodite reached her final glorious moment. She convulsed against him as her body felt the waves of fulfillment run through her.
However, Ares didn’t stop, even when he felt her molten hot juices flood his cock. He caged her between his body and the bed, holding both her wrists up onto the pillow with one of his hands. He forced her to feel his slithering cock pump in and out of her, causing her pussy to tense back up after climaxing.
Ares dove into her harder, faster, so deep inside he repeatedly struck her cervix. His other hand reached down between her legs and pinched the sensitive bud between his fingers, right above his pumping cock.
“Think you have one more in you?” he asked.
She couldn’t even answer, seemingly having lost her sanity in pleasure.
As Ares’ hand pinched her clitoris, Aphrodite’s walls started to clench and shudder tightly. Ares enjoyed the feeling and kept playing with her swollen kernel of love, causing her inner walls to grip him tighter and tighter. Her nails dug sharply into his shoulders.
She rode a wave of frenzy as ripples of ecstasy flooded through her, writhing and squirming from the aching tightness of her orgasm. With a burst of her hot lava on his steel-hard cock, Ares also went over the edge, and his body tensed up.
Ares groaned, burying himself inside her and shooting his white seeds into her quivering hole. She exhaled a moan at the feeling of his warm cum flooding her pussy. He finally came because she couldn’t have lasted much longer under his heavy, pounding thrusts.
Then he flopped next to her on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from the long fuck. “Haah…” He tried to stabilize his breath, feeling fatigue start to wash over him.
Throwing an arm over Aphrodite’s waist, he pulled her closer and buried his nose between her flushed mounds. “We should have done this a long time ago…” He muttered with his eyes closed, breathing in her flowery scent.
“Maybe, but let’s keep this between us. Zeus and … the rest… will never understand,” she muttered, placing her arms around his head, and hugging him closer.
“Let them come,” he mumbled into her valley as he slipped into slumber, a dangerous aura of thirst for battle emanating from him.
Aphrodite shook her head, also falling asleep in his arms.
