A New Project VII
If the castle had looked impressive from the outside, it still did little to prepare Xena for the luxury that lay within. The long colonnaded entrance opened into a circular atrium, the center of which was dominated by a massive fountain. A solid gold statue of Achilles stood in the center of the fountain, his sword thrust high in the sky.
Ares guided Xena with his hand at the small of her back. He steered her away from the fountain and down the hallway that extended westward from the centerpiece. Xena looked around counting six corridors which radiated in a half-circle from the top half of the atrium. She knew from above it would have looked like rays projecting from a setting sun.
As she stepped into the hallway, she noticed that the white marble flooring gave way to black marble. She'd never seen a floor so highly polished. The corridor was exceedingly well-lit. Silver braziers lined the length of the passage. Crossed swords, warhammers, battle axes, and daggers adorned the grey walls. The fires from the braziers glinted off of the metals giving the space even more light. The first pair of doorways greeted them about halfway down the hallway. Xena looked at the ebony doors but Ares continued to urge her forward. They passed two more pairs of doors before Xena noticed the double doors at the end of the hallway. She guessed that was where they were going. It surprised her when they reached the pair of doors just before the double doors. Ares moved to the door on their right and turned the knob.
"I think you will be comfortable in here."
She was fairly certain that the master suite lay behind the double doors and it miffed her that he wasn't inviting her into his chambers. What was he playing at? Why had he brought her here, anyway?
"Ares, you wanna tell me what all of this is about?"
Ares looked at her, exasperated. What did it take to impress her? Most women would be falling all over themselves being invited into the God of War's castle.
"I told you. I have plans for you."
"This is about that chakram thing, right? The god-killer." She leaned toward him.
He shook his head. "About that Xena. And, so much more. Think of the future we could build. Me as the reigning god. You as my champion. Tell me. Don't digs like this suit you much more than that hovel you call a tent."
"There's nothing wrong with my tent," she spat.
"Oh course not, for military campaigns. But for day to day living, you have to admit that this is. . ."
"Decadent," she offered.
"Yes, decadent," the word dripped from his lips like honey. What was it about him that was so damn alluring? It was more than just his dark good looks. There was something else drawing her in. The way he'd spoken just then made her want to pull him into the room behind her by his thick bottom lip.
"Now, I think you'll find everything you need in there to make yourself ready for dinner."
"Dinner?
"Yes, you and I are going to discuss our next move over a lovely human dinner."
"So, are we getting ready to act? Go after the chakram?"
Ares held up his hand. "Tsk, tsk. Over dinner."
"My men will be expecting me. I can't just play house all day."
"It's okay. I've taken care of that. I told your lieutenant. . ."
"You what?" She railed.
"I explained. . ."
Fire sizzled in her irises, her nostrils flared as she moved dangerously toward him.
His ardor ignited immediately. Gods she was gorgeous when she was angry. A force. A violent, murderous force.
"How dare you! Don't you ever undermine me in front of my men. I am their commander, not you!" Her voice echoed off of the stone walls causing a shield that was mounted nearby to quiver.
"Take it easy. I didn't undermine you. I told him I was relaying your desires." Ares tried to calm her.
It wasn't working.
"That shit won't fly with me, Ares. My men, my army. They answer to me."
"Well, they answer to me ultimately. As do you, I am the God of War after all."
His taunting achieved the desired result. She balled up her fist and swung at him hard. Her emotion had gotten the better of her. He deftly dodged his head and caught her arm as it went flying past his face.
Before she knew what was happening, Ares had her arm pinned behind her and the front of her body was flush against the ebony door.
"Aresssss," her voice was muffled against the hard wood.
With his free hand, Ares felt down the side of her body, his fingertips lightly brushing her breasts from behind before skimming along her ribs and over her hip. He grabbed her ass fully before reaching down her thigh and hiking up her dress. The air was cool on her bare ass so when Ares slapped it hard, it stung.
"I think it's time I remind you just who is the god and who is the mortal, my little princess,"
"I'm no princess," she spat and tried to push against the door to free herself. The action only served to force her ass back into him.
"I believe that's how you introduced yourself to me. Wasn't it? Xena: Warrior Princess?"
"It was a phrase I'd heard long ago, meant nothing. So, drop it." She thought of Lao Ma and wondered what her old mentor would think of the scene Xena currently had herself in.
"But you are my Princess, my Warrior Princess," Ares shifted and smacked her other cheek.
"Gods, you have a beautiful ass, Princess."
"Quit calling me that," Xena growled.
"I will not. And what's more-you're going to start calling yourself that. Xena:Warrior Princess. Exclusively. It has a nice ring to it. So much nicer than what was it you've been saying?"
"Destroyer of Nations," she wrenched her arm free. Only to find herself in a worse position. Ares had gathered her wrists and pinned them to the door above her head. He was strong. Unnaturally so.
"Am I hurting you, Princess?"
"Fuck you!"
Ares chuckled. "If you insist."
Xena heard him working his belt with his right hand. The feeling of the cool air on her ass was quickly replaced by the heat of his body pressing against her. She felt the velvety hardness of his cock slide along her ass cheek before his soft curls tickled her rear.
She gasped as she felt his hand reach between her legs and spread them.
"Mmmmm, so deliciously wet, Princess."
Xena groaned in frustration and moaned in pleasure at the same time.
"Oh you like this. Don't you?"
She didn't answer.
Her slid a single finger along her cleft and felt the engorged nub. "You know why you like this?"
He saw her nod almost imperceptibly.
He answered her. "Because none of the men you've ever slept with have been a match for you. You were made for a god, Xena. A woman like you is something a mortal man could never handle. No man has ever fucked you like this because he couldn't dare."
Xena thought briefly of Borias. Borias had dared. Caesar had dared. But Xena realized he was right. She liked being conquered, claimed. So few men were her equal in battle or bed.
She felt his finger slide in up to the knuckle. Her cunt responded by clutching on to the digit.
"Mmmmm."
Ares begin pumping the finger in and out. He curved it inward toward the backside of her clit. Pleasure ripped through her core as he massaged circles against her g-spot. Her pussy pulsed hard.
"What do you want, Princess?"
"Fuck me,"
"Oh, you want this?" Ares pulled his finger from her, she'd never felt so empty. But she was quickly relieved by the feeling of his fat head pressing against her hole.
"Yes," she panted.
"I don't know." Ares teased.
Xena pushed back toward him, trying to impale herself on him.
Ares popped her ass hard with his hand.
Xena yelped.
"You want this dick?" Ares spanked her ass with his cock.
Xena gritted her teeth.
Ares kicked her legs further apart and pulled her hips away from the door.
"Grab your ankles," he ordered.
Xena quickly complied.
She felt him bend down behind her only a split second before she felt his tongue lapping at her wet hole.
"Maybe I should fuck you with my tongue," Ares taunted before sliding his tongue into her cunt.
Xena ground onto his face. His tongue was not going to give her the release she sought.
"Please," she breathed.
"Who are you?" Ares asked.
"What?" It took her pleasure-addled brain a minute to realize what he wanted.
Ares stood and started fingering her again. She could feel the full girth of his prick surging against her hip.
"Who are you?" He repeated.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, I'm your Princess, your fucking Warrior Princess, now give me your cock," she begged.
"Ahhhhh, my Princess," Ares called as he finally entered her dripping depths.
AXAXAXAXAXAXAX
He held her a few minutes in the hallway after they'd finished their coupling.
"As I said, you should find everything you need in there. I'll send someone to collect you for dinner in a couple of hours. Enjoy." He smiled as he walked the few steps to the double doors and vanished through them without opening them.
Xena looked at the massive doors. Princess, my ass, she thought.
"If I were really your Princess, I wouldn't be staying in the guest rooms," Xena whispered as she pushed the door to her room open.
