"Like calm down Gabby…Where else could she be? Of course she's here!"
"I'm telling you she's not! I've checked every room in the temple, every single one, and she's definitely not in…..Ares?! " she finally exclaimed- amusement, shock stupefaction all present at the same time in her voice when the War God's copy suddenly materialized behind the lovely Olympian Goddess.
"He sure looks like him, doesn't he? " Aphrodite inquired, giggling merrily when she noticed that the God was back in his usual white leather outfit
" What ….happened ?!" the Bard asked, and judging by the expression on her face she was as clueless as her walking stick.
" May I ask why you have been hiding this outrageously sexy bomb from me, Dite? I thought we were BFF's! !" the copy complained at about the same time, giving the Bard a long, lecherous gaze…He was hypnotized…totally captivated with what he now had before him.
" Hey! That hurt! We definitely are, Lover Boy!"
" Lover Boy?! " Gabrielle questioned, looking less amused now,and definitely panicked…..At this point of the story, strange could only mean even more trouble- and trouble meant in short a major setback…."What's going on here?"
" Relax Gabby…."
" Gabby…." the entranced copy repeated the name, fascinated with the way it sounded.
"…. I'll tell you all about it in a jippy." Aphrodite continued, rolling her eyes…" Love at first sight….my specialty!"
" But first, we have to do something about your clothes- no offense but they suck! To begin with, you should start wearing something more trendy….Something wild and fun…..Avoid everything that screams classic and boring ….and though this might be kinda shocking to you, short skirts have been invented! Like...really short skirts if you know what I mean! " the double began ranting, almost as fast and in a voice almost as honeyed as Aphrodite's , materializing a piece of fuchsia fabric that could barely be called a dress on the Warrior Princess' blonde friend.
" Totally bitchin' !" both he and Dite exclaimed- clapping their hands of course-thrilled with the result…" Now, we can focus on what's really important…"
"Finding Xena?" Gabrielle rushed to inquire, still alarmed with her friend's unexplainable disappearance.
" Knowing each other better…" Lover Boy corrected instead, winking at his crush and flexing his pecs while walking towards her.
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" Xena…." Ares murmured, entranced by that delicate contact with her skin when his slightly trembling hands began to glide down her bare back- almost reluctantly- his completely natural gesture, feeling suddenly inappropriate ….or reckless- and though he usually seemed to savour every sonority her name would leave on his tongue- each time he articulated it- now it was not pleasure, but pain reverberating from his voice.
…In response, her lips brushed tenderly against his…a soft, barely felt touch at first- that despite its timidity shook him to the core- and as her body gradually pressed even harder against him, the pain shredding now what was left of his soul, only grew unbearably intense- an addictive mixture between the sickening pleasure coursing through his veins and an inhumane agony from the claws of which he was aware he was never going to free himself…
He shouldn't have returned and he knew it- since every minute spent in her dreamscape was just another minute of useless torment- maybe his own personal punishment for having let her out of his sight…his own Tartarus….He should have accepted his loss, he should have mourned her- a.k.a fuck some harlots or / and get blind drunk before and after the event- and later, just like he had seen all mortals do across the eons, he should have moved on and buried her memory in the deepest and hardest to reach corner of his heart….
Nonetheless, as right as this scenario sounded, he craved her so much that literally every single cell of his immortal body ached to have her, while, as if only to screw with him even more, a little voice in the back of his mind kept whispering- on and on and on again- that poisonous phrase that was now chopping his heart to little pieces "She's not real...she's just an illusion- a figment of your imagination…"
Just an illusion…..a heart melting one too- and yet she tasted so sweet….Indeed, he had never found her so alluring and so hard to resist to before, although images of them together had constantly haunted his mind since the accursed day she had left him, without as much as a glance behind…Yes, he might have been obsessed with her all this time- to the point where even Aphrodite had to ask herself whether this was something she had to feel concerned about or not- and sure, he might have formed this insane habit to follow her every move, but never had he been possessed by this overwhelming need to fuck her like no man had ever done it before him, and the perspective of slowly losing her was only making it even worse….He was angry, he was hurt, he was desperate and he was just dying to bury his cock deep inside her- as if by doing so, he could magically tie her to him with an unbreakable, invisible chain….As if that would have held her there and kept her from slowly dissolving into the nothingness that was soon about to engulf everything that she was...….
….As she finally deepened their kiss and eagerly slid her tongue between his parted lips, a growl came rumbling up his throat, announcing just how uncontrollable his lust for her was. The harshness of her breath though - when for a fraction of a second he pulled back, struggling to clear his head- along with her soft moan when he licked his lips, only drove him even crazier…
Next thing he knew, he was tearing that backless dress off her- like some caveman sticking his claim- and on their way to the bed he had made appear with a wave of his hand, he plundered her mouth with a rough, primal kiss that made everything inside her pulsate with desire…Illusion or not, he was going to fuck her wild and if in order to be with her he had to spend the rest of time in this accursed place, then so be it- Olympus had always been overrated anyway! …Plus, there was nothing waiting for him in the real world….nothing but sorrow, remorse and regret- he was better off without 'em, really...
" Do you have any idea how much, I've missed you?! ..how much I've missed having you…like this?" he asked in a low, strangled voice once he threw her onto that bed, only to roll on top of her, spreading greedy, starving kisses along the column of her sensitive neck as he spoke. " Gods Princess…you mean the world to me…."
" Show me….." she murmured back, and her stomach tensed instantly when their eyes met….His gaze was heart stopping and despite the lust glazing the surface of his amber moons, everything about him felt so familiar….so protective…It felt like home. It was an indescribable sensation really, as if though she couldn't really remember anything, and though her memory was nothing but a blank, empty page, he was there….As if somehow, his name had been engraved on the walls of her heart, so deep that no power on this earth could erase it. " I need you so much …." she whispered, nibbling his ear while her hands feathered down his back, making him shiver lightly at the contact…
Never had a woman- mortal or immortal – made him feel so out of control as she always did…She was special…completely different from all his past affairs, and, though he couldn't say exactly what it was that made him so vulnerable and open to everything that came from her- heck, even the very sound of her voice could bring him on the brink of an orgasm- it was precisely that little something which made her an incredibly desirable package …Even holding her felt like the Elysian Field on earth, not to mention having her look at him like that….
As another soft gasp escaped her lips, he instinctively pushed her even harder into the mattress, keeping her put…he just couldn't wait to have her ! Being atop her was so good…he definitely belonged there….
Ripples of shivers undulated across her naked body as his hand glided teasingly slow from her face to her waist, exploring every inch of her velvety skin, every scar, every curve along the way- as if he wanted to make sure that he had everything memorized- and then, right when she least expected it, his palm spread over her belly and a bright red light darted from his fingertips, making everything inside her scream with voracious need- a hunger that turned her gorgeous eyes in blue flames that only stopped burning when, overwhelmed by those maddening sensations now washing over her she closed them for a split second.
…Her chest arched almost mechanically into his, flesh slamming violently against flesh- like a convulsion- her pebbled nipples stinging him, making him groan, her own deep, needy moan, only covering his when his hand slid between her thighs for a moment, running his fingers over her damp cleft….She was soaked, just like he knew she would be- after all the nights and days they had spent together, fucking each other relentlessly back in the days when she was still at the head of his army, he knew perfectly well how her body would inevitably react to his stimulations-. Her cheeks were flushed and her bewitching moons were glazed with desire when, spreading her legs apart, he pressed his ragingly hard cock between her satiny pussy lips and it didn't last long until he began to move back and forth slowly, torturously slow, stroking her, moving slick moisture from her opening to her clit.
"Ohhh Ares, please...just fuck me already…"
It was torture even for him, but it was an addictive torture really, to see her so desperate, so unbelievably anxious for him to ram his cock into her…..In a moment of carelessness- or maybe of weakness- pushing herself up a bit, she made the thick head enter her, and they both gasped at the shuddering sensation. He stopped just a short moment later nonetheless, and pulled back before he penetrated her again, repeatedly, with just the tip of his engorged, twitching cock, making her grunt with frustration- and though she had squeezed her legs tighter around his waist, and was now trying to impale herself on his shaft, it was a useless attempt- seeing that the God had other plans. A wicked smirk formed on his lips when, with an agonizingly slow thrust, he moved in and out her, making her tremble with need, but also heightening almost unbearably that enslaving pleasure winding tighter and tighter deep inside his guts.
" Harder …" she begged, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as he once again pumped his rigid fuck stick into her depths, a bit rougher this time, and for an instant he thought he might have heard her heart pounding impossibly fast against her chest as his thick length reached the bottom of her cervix. "Oh Gods….please Ares….." she whimpered, rocking her body into him, asking for more, her nails grazing his back.
It was all it took for him to lose control- and what followed right after, proved to be wrapped in a haze, even for him…What he did know was that eventually, he began ramming furiously into her tight, dripping pussy, as hard and ruthless as he was able to, and – maybe it was the dream, or maybe it was because he was so freaking aroused- the insane amount of ecstasy spreading through him, literally made him nauseous when, a blinding light followed by complete darkness started to embrace each other in what turned out to be a spinning symphony of colors. He climaxed, shooting load after load inside her hungry, clamping cunt with something that for the Warrior Princess felt like liquid fire and she climaxed along with him, screaming his name like a mantra- on a deliciously sexy voice- meant for his ears alone.
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" I love you ….." she breathed out minutes later- while making herself even more comfortable in his embrace. "Even though I can't remember us…together,…I feel like I belong to you in a way that I have never belonged to anyone my life…"
"Xena ….sweetheart…" he murmured- his voice suddenly strangled by pain again- and his possessive arms snaked impossibly tight around her as he planted a protective kiss on top of her head. She was his, and nothing would take her away from him...
And yet, as if only to defy him, right out of the blue, her question came, hitting him like a ton of bricks...
"Even while we were making love you kept calling me Xena….why?"
"What do you mean why? That's your name….." he hesitantly answered, staring at her as if he were seeing a ghost.
"It is?"
He froze…..Before he realized what was happening, at the speed of light a vortex opened , pulling him inside its spiraling whirlwind.
"Xenaaaa!"
" Ares! Aressssssss….!"
It was over…When he opened his eyes, he was still lying in bed by her side, and for what felt like forever, he desperately struggled to go back to her dreamscape, but he failed miserably…..It was over….
"Nooo! Noooooooooooooo!"
