Ares moved his hand from my shoulder, stroking my face, running his fingers through my hair. "Poor little Rat, crouching on the cold ground," he purred.

Shit again. How could he know about THAT? Well, DUH. He's a god. He can probably hear my fucking THOUGHTS.

"Of course I can, Jasne." Damn, he sounded smug. He bent, lifted me up, sat me down own the stone altar. It should have been uncomfortable, but, somehow, it wasn't. "But don't let it distract you." Then he kissed me.

Well fuck, now I was truly in for it. I'd never been kissed like THAT. His tongue took possession of my mouth, even as his hands slid along the length of my body. I closed my eyes. He tasted like smoke, and his hands and tongue flickered like flame. I was trembling again, but I ignored it. I plunged a hand into his hair… it was even thicker and smoother than it looked.

When he pulled back, I was gasping. I felt like his tongue had reached all the way down through my guts. My nipples were as hard as little rocks and my clit was throbbing. I opened my eyes. His clothes were nowhere to be seen… why hadn't I noticed that, dammit? Naked, he was even more splendid. For a long moment, I could only stare. The flickering, feeble glow of the oil lamp made intriguing shadows amid the firm, muscled planes of his chest and belly. His cock was magnificent… and more than a little scary. I'd seen bigger… on livestock.

Oh well. I like a challenge. At least, that's what I keep telling myself, and it usually gets me in over my head.

I stretched out, leaned on one side. Up close, I could smell the leather he'd just been wearing, and a smoky scent, like the taste of his mouth. I cupped his balls in one hand, and bent my neck, reaching out my tongue to lick a slow stripe up the underside of his penis. I worked my way up slowly. By the time I was halfway, he was squirming. By the time I reached the head, he was groaning. I twirled my tongue in light circles around the tip. I lowered my head, to take all I could of that monster cock into my mouth. I wrapped a hand around the base.

This just wasn't working. No matter ho wide I opened my mouth, I couldn't seem to get more than the head in. I'd have to be a friggin' SNAKE to blow this guy!

I felt his hand curve around the back of my neck. "I think you need some additional… inspiration." His voice was deceptively mild. I couldn't get up the nerve to look up at his face. I wasn't sure I WANTED to try and read his mood.

"Strife!" he bellowed. "Get yer scrawny butt in here!"