Aphrodite laid wrapped up in her silk. The setting sun bathed the room in gold warming her skin. Her fingers lazily dipped between her legs, teasing softly.
Her eyes snapped open, interrupted. She could smell the blood and sweat running in rivulets down his skin. She could hear every chinch of his golden armor as he made his way towards his next conquest.
Ares.
His hand grasped the back of her calf. He had a hard time differentiating the silk of her skin and the silk of her sheets. He pulled her leg towards him.
"Oh no you don't." Her toes pressed against his chest stopping him.
"You're not getting your blood all over my bed."
He peered down at her, eyebrow raised. He was hungry.
"Don't look at me like that either. You know better." She crawled up from the bed pressing her hand against his chest pushing him backward.
"C'mon let's clean you up first."
He followed her down the stairs to the pool. Her hair bounced in waves playing with the golden rays of the sun. She looked like angel as they walked among the clouds.
At the edge of the pool she watched as he removed his armor. Every muscle taut from battle, fully displayed for her. The scars telling stories from wars long ago.
She grasped his wrist pulling him into the warm water. She leaned against the edge. He held her face in his hands while his lips found their way to hers. She drank him in slowly like wine.
Calloused fingers traced their way down her body, finding the wetness between her legs.
"What's this? Playing without me? You know better." His fingers grasped at the base of her hair pulling her head back while the others plunged into her pussy. He watched as her eyes squinted shut as a melody of moans escaped her lips. Her body against the evening sky, the clouds painted in pink, purple and golden sun. It was a painting he never tired of looking at.