The Conception of Ares (One-Shot)
"Hades, you shouldn't be here," she whispered even as she reveled in the feel of his strong arm wrapped around her waist.
He buried his head in her neck, covering it in gentle kisses. "No one knows I'm here. The deal was you give him a few months with each girl before you pretend to find out and throw a fit. Well, it's only been a week. We are perfectly free to indulge our passions, my dear."
"But, Hades…" she protested weakly, trying in vain to resist both his charm and her own overwhelming desires.
He turned her to face him and kissed her sweetly but firmly, his lips heated against hers. "Give in to me, my darling," he murmured.
She shivered, knowing she was not too far from complete surrender.
He continued to ply her with soul-stealing kisses, murmuring alternately reassurances and words of affection. He mimicked his brother's voice. "I don't give a damn anymore. You can do whatever you want. Just don't let anyone find out. I won't be subjected to the humiliation of having everyone know I have an unfaithful wife".
As he had echoed Zeus' words, his hand had wandered to her chest where he had been skillfully toying with her nipples, sending tremors of pleasure to her core.
"I am yours, my love. I will forever be yours".
"As will I, Hera," he vowed, as was his habit, before tumbling her back against the bed and slowly driving her out of her mind.
She moaned loudly as his mouth worked its magic on her, clenching her fingers in his hair and shouting at him, pleading with him to give her release.
And so he did, finally rearing up over her and thrusting into her welcoming body. As clichéd as it sounded, for him it felt like coming home. They had never been children and had never found comfort in the domains that had been chosen for them. But when he joined with her he felt complete and he knew wherever they were, as long as they were together, that place would be home. He kissed her deeply as the combination of his thrusts and her tightening around him as she found her pleasure sent him over the edge.
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A few months later a baby boy was born. Already very handsome, he possessed black hair and dark eyes.
"He looks just like you," said the nursemaid, noting the contrast between the blond-haired, blue-eyed Zeus and the little boy.
"No. He looks just like his father".
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Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it. Much love, Cat.