Well, I sure didn't appreciate that. I don't think Ares did, either; he stepped over and backhanded the guy (kid, really, he looked young, like, about my age young). "If you can't manage respect, at least try for good taste." He gestured towards me. "Jasne's kind of tense. I want you to help me relax her."

Strife sniggered. He had this weird look on his face. If it'd been a mortal, I'd have said he was trying to look worldly and cynical but not quite masking child-like glee, but maybe it means something different on a god. And if you believe THAT…

I felt, rather than saw, Ares walk around behind me. I didn't try to resist when he grasped my wrists and pinned them down over my head; I'd been pretty much expecting that sort of thing, and well, fuck, what good would struggling do? Strife ran his fingertips up the length of my leg, close enough to not touch the skin, but ruffle all the little hairs. Yeah, so it SOUNDS sexy, but it tickled like hell. And he knew it, the little shit. He was grinning like a maniac. I squirmed, giggling helplessly, totally pissed off.

"Oh, I could do this for hours. DAYS, even." Above me, I heard Ares chuckle. Strife went on. "Tickle you until you piss yourself. Make you laugh 'til your eyes bleed." He ran a fingertip up my belly, touching but lightly, lightly enough that it still tickled like fuck. Ok, so, if that doesn't sound so bad to you, well, then you're not really ticklish. If you are, then you'll understand what I did next.

Or TRIED to, anyway. I aimed a kick right at his annoying little smirk, but the little bastard caught my ankle. Ares laughed but didn't let go of my wrists. Strife leered down at me, grabbed my other ankle, and pressed both my feet down onto the altar's surface. Well, at least the little fucker wasn't tickling me anymore. I smiled and stuck my tongue out at him.

Ares bent, pressed his face against mine. "Don't stick it out unless you're gonna use it," he murmured in my ear. Then he kissed me, wet and sloppy. His tongue slid across my teeth and stroked the inside of my mouth, and I just melted. Shit, I couldn't have moved even if I WASN'T being held down by a pair of horny gods. Ares shifted his grip, pinning both my wrists with one hand, cupping one of my breasts (Yeah, yeah, 'what breasts', real cute. Fuck you. I'm not a damn cow.), rubbing the nipple with his thumb. I barely noticed that Strife had released his hold on my ankles and was pushing my legs apart until I felt his hair brushing my thighs and his warm breath on my crotch. It tingled.

Ares released my hands, sitting on the altar-top beside me. I pulled myself up on one elbow, and grabbed the base of his cock. My thumb and fingertips barely met around it… hot damn! This time I didn't bother trying to take the whole thing in my mouth, licking slow spirals around the shaft.

At that moment, Strife thrust two fingers deep into my cunt in a swift-almost rough gesture, and ground his tongue against my clit. I twitched, all over. Ares tightened his grip on my breast, and lay his other hand lightly on the back of my neck.

I moaned slightly, wriggling my ass against the stone. Strife pulled back, first his hand, then his mouth, and shot him an irritated glance. My irritation slipped away as I saw him scrambling onto the edge of the altar. I barely got a glimpse of his prick (long and slender, with a pronounced upward curve) before he drove it into me. He gripped my ass with one hand, and pressed the thumb of his other hand against my clit as he fucked me with rapid, shallow strokes. His thumb felt rough, like a cat's tongue. I slammed my hips against him, determined to fuck him every bit as hard as he fucked me, fuck him, fuck him, let's see how fast I can make this little bastard come, fuck, fuck, and then I was coming, coming hard, and he was pulling my mouth off of Ares' cock, grinning down at me in triumph, forcing his mouth down on mine, pushing me down, fucking me hard, deep, and then he was coming, all hot inside me…. He fell back, panting. I looked up. Ares was gazing down at as with an amused leer.