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Aphrodite looked at herself in the mirror as she narrowed her eyes on the golden girdle wrapped around her waist.
Ken had forged it for her and given it to her a few weeks ago.
This was the third time she was wearing it, having grown suspicious of the magic in the girdle, but wanting to test an idea out about it.
The first time she had tried it on in front of Ken, his eyes had glazed over and he stroked her arm, startling the goddess by the look he was giving her. She had been a bit reluctant to be bedded, but seeing as he was her husband, she followed him into his chambers when he asked her to come.
It might have caused some suspicion if she hadn't.
The second time she wore it, they had been getting ready to go to a banquet, but again he approached her, and with another plea for her to follow him, she obeyed.
He had not sought her out for pleasure in ages; the sudden interest was very curious.
She did not think he was a bad lover. No, as far as lovemaking went, he was alright, though he lacked any sort of foreplay, instead telling her to undress and after a little bit of tussling, he got to it. He was not rough, which was why she wouldn't consider him a bad lover.
He simply didn't bring enough heat.
She bit her bottom lip in a moment of distraction. A coy smile appeared on her face as she recalled her last tryst with the god of war. He initially needed some learning in foreplay, but he was proving to be a quick study.
Yes, he was definitely becoming an incredible lover.
Her finger twirled around a lock of her hair. What she wouldn't give for his war meeting to end already. It has been going on for days and the city-state in question was pleading to the other gods for Sparta to not attack at the moment.
Her finger halted as she heard a mortal call her name. She waved her hand over her body and she reappeared to the shrine where the young woman was calling for her. Sora took a quick look around, recognizing the place as the city-state in which Leon was thinking of attacking.
The woman had tears in her eyes, pleading for the goddess of love to help.
"After the death of my family," she cried, her head of brown curls lowering in front of the statue of Aphrodite, "my husband is all I have left in this world." The woman looked up at the stone face, rubbing her hand on her very pregnant belly, "Will you allow the child to never see his father or not allow my husband to gaze, at least once, upon the babe?"
Sora's eyes lowered in compassion.
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From within the temple, the woman covered her face as a sob strangled out of her throat.
Suddenly, she felt a phantom hand on her shoulder, comforting but still mystifying for she knew that she was the only one in the temple.
"Return tomorrow," came the whisper of a soothing voice. "Look for birds of white around my temple for temporary peace; birds of black will mean impending war."
The woman looked up and around. "Goddess?"
She did not hear a voice again. She frowned, having thought that oracles were needed for divination, though the presence of the gods to ordinary mortals was not strange.
She smiled then, realizing what had occurred.
"Thank you," she murmured.
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Sora stood outside of the war chambers of Sparta.
Her golden girdle was still around her waist. She had planned to try it out again on Ken, but after hearing the mortal's plea, she decided that she could try it out on Leon.
Since he was the god of war, she doubted that anything she said would make him want to delay the battle long enough for the woman to give birth. She was going to have to make sure he didn't catch on to what was going on.
Sora smiled with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Athena's always advising me that I need to strategize."
What better time to do so then now with the need to succeed driving her to win a battle against the god of war?
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Invisible, Ares walked about the war chambers in agitation and bloodlust.
He was a hungry lion, eager to make a kill.
His desire for battle and war further fed the emotions of the mortals in favor of a fight in the war chambers as they argued with even more venom.
"A temporary treaty is outrageous!"
"Peace is only a front!"
The god of war dangerously smiled in anticipation. He was certain that a battle will finally be decided on after days of arguing back and forth…
He was brought away from the chaos of the mortals by the sensing of an immortal nearby.
He turned around to see Sora standing by the entrance of the chambers. Given that the mortals were still arguing, he took it that she had made herself invisible to them, though other immortals could see each other with the invisibility on.
She wore her creamy robe and the pearls in her red hair; however, she had on a new golden sash that accentuated her slim torso and the shape of her hips.
His eyes lidded in recollection of her body. His hands tingled as if he was currently feeling those curves and her soft, soft skin…
A slamming fist on the table snapped him out of it.
He lightly frowned at the turn his thoughts took him.
She walked over to him, her hips swaying and keeping his attention despite his silent rebuke to himself for getting distracted. Instead of stepping in front of him, she opted to stand next to him.
"You are still occupied?"
"Yes," he said, though, her sweet, lithe voice had him enthralled.
She turned to look at the map on the war table. Well aware that Leon was still looking at her, she leaned over the table with her palms on the surface.
He wanted to groan at the sight she made with her bottom lip sticking out in a pout as she noted the stone slabs and parchments around. He unwillingly looked down to see the top curves of her bosoms as she stayed leaning over.
He let out a breath when she straightened up. Again, he berated himself inwardly as he fell for her charms. Usually, he had a better control over his feelings in regards to her; though, as her lover, he was aware that it was getting harder for him to keep his eyes and hands away from her in more open places.
Though, it shouldn't be this difficult. He was rather perturbed by the strength of his desire.
Her eyes slanted over to him; a strong thrill went down his spine.
What was wrong with him? He was acting like a mere boy in her presence. His behavior was unacceptable.
"I do not have the luxury of time," he curtly said. "State your purpose in coming here."
She tucked some hair behind her ear, the motion covering up the smile that appeared upon hearing his tone. She has heard it a few times now; it was his default voice when he was trying to control his emotions.
"I'm here for you," she softly said.
Her hand trailed along the table and smoothly went up the arm of the mortal man sitting near her. Ares slightly shuddered as the man did at the touch—Ares could recall the power of her touch, so seeing her fingers made him feel it as well.
He gave his head a discrete shake.
She stepped close to Leon, her eyes staying on him as her hand came up and trailed up over his gauntlet and onto his skin. Desire clouded his eyes upon contact.
"Can you not spare me some time?" she asked in a low voice, "Are matters here so dire that you would forsake my chambers for so long?"
"Patience," he rumbled. Though, he was not certain if he had said that more for her or himself. "I shall come to you afterwards."
Her face came close to his. "I have been waiting patiently for your return."
He shivered as her hand cupped his face and her thumb lightly brushed along his lips. His face leaned into her touch before he could stop himself. Her rich brown eyes gleamed with yearning and affection; he found the emotions to color her eyes very attractively. He gave a hard blink of his eyes in an attempt to clear his head.
It worked temporarily, and would have continued to do so if she hadn't brushed her lips against his cheek.
"You do not comprehend the strength of my longing, Leon,"she murmured and then she leaned up to dart her tongue along his jaw.
Her soft whimper upon tasting his skin finally made his control snap.
His hand went to the back of her head and fisted her hair. She made another sound to the slight stinging of her scalp, but she was appeased by his loosening of his tight hold. He looked at her upturned face and her rosy parted lips as she waited for him to act.
"You do not comprehend," he heatedly murmured, his hand running up her bare arm and over her shoulder, "how much of a temptation you are, Sora."
With that, his mouth crashed into hers, battling with her tongue for the dominance of her sweet mouth. His hand in her hair pushed her head up, keeping her mouth in place as he plundered and tasted the promises held inside.
She moaned long, her hand tangling in his hair.
His hand along her shoulder went down her arm, bringing the strap-like portion of the robe down and exposing her to him. Swiftly, he lifted her up onto the table and his mouth proceeded to claim her neck and shoulder.
"Leon," she mewled, her hands keeping his head to her.
She suddenly arched into him as his warm mouth found the curve of her bosom.
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The mortals that were for war suddenly found themselves distracted by other thoughts.
One man wondered what his wife was currently doing.
Another recalled the attractive woman he saw on the way over to the war chambers. He faintly wondered if she was taken already or not…
The room spiked with strong desire.
"Ah-hem." One of the generals said, suddenly restless to be out of the war chambers and into his bed chambers. "It's obvious we are unclear about certain matters regarding this battle. Let us return to this once we receive more intel. In the meanwhile, a temporary treaty should do."
"That is a grand idea."
"Here, here!"
"What say you to a week?"
The desire in the room doubled. "At least two weeks and a half."
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The next day, Athena released white birds towards Aphrodite's shrine.
She shook her head at her friend's request, having been told about the plan and knowing about the affair with Ares. She supposed stranger things have occurred.
She ran a hand through her golden wheat hair. She just hoped Sora knew what she was doing.
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Three weeks went by in her sea sanctuary.
Sora bathed with Leon in her pool. Though, as her hips slowly moved against his as she straddled his lap and he languidly thrust into her, she wasn't certain if she could count what they were doing as washing.
Her hand with the washcloth stilled along his shoulder as she closed her eyes in pleasure.
"Yes," she throatily moaned.
Her head tilted back as he did the motion again, "Yes…"
His hands freely ran along her body, taking the washcloth from her hand. He dipped it back into the water and then rubbed the wet cloth along her back. She shivered and leaned her body forward as he continued to wash her.
She mewled as she laid kisses along his neck, her hips moving faster as she was no longer content with the slow speed.
He paused in bathing her as she whimpered near his ear; he groaned as she nibbled on his lobe. Within these past weeks, he found that her yearnings for him were stronger than he had thought, but it wasn't something that frightened him.
He reveled in her, not at all bothered to fulfill her desires.
After all, he found her pleasing, so her pleasure was his pleasure as well.
He clenched his teeth as her impending rapture was close at hand. He groaned at the sensation of her, internally grateful that she had initially invited him to her sanctuary months ago. He hadn't imagined being such a lover with her, though he did know that once would not have been enough.
Her big doe eyes, her colorful red hair and her voice, ah, what warm nectar poured into his ears when she spoke, especially his chosen name.
He was not one for flowery words; but he begrudgingly could somewhat understand a little of Dionysus's infatuation with the maiden goddess of wisdom and strategic warfare, Athena. He would never admit that to the actual god of wine, but he could to himself.
Her little moans became sharp and hurried; his hands moved her hips, adding in more strength with her movements.
"Leon!"
Hearing the untamed want as she cried out his name, he knew that he would have gone mad if she was a maiden goddess as well.
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Still a little damp, they laid on her bed with limbs entwined.
He languidly placed love bites along her neck as she lay there like a sacrifice offered to him. Her brown eyes were lidded as she looked at him, letting him do what he will.
"Are you pleased?" she murmured, her head moving aside to allow him room.
His fingers ran along her neck, pushing aside her locks to further reveal her skin to him. "The words," he rumbled in a throaty tone, "don't even begin to define my mood."
He placed opened mouth kisses on her neck. She hummed in languid approval.
Her lips quirked up as she wondered if she had stalled him long enough for the baby to be born. She had certainly gotten lost in her desire for him as he fell to the initial magic of the girdle. Once the golden sash had been taken off, it was of little consequence. It was meant to keep his attention on her long enough for him to actually act.
She idly thought about the gift and wondered why Ken had created it to begin with. As far as she could tell, it made the wearer desirable and filled the viewer with strong feelings of want.
Did that mean Ken did not want her, therefore needing the aid of magic in order for him to bed her?
She supposed it could be seen as embarrassing if her husband did not touch her, but she wondered if that was all Ken wanted to achieve with the gift.
Her red lashes fluttered as Leon sucked on her pulse.
The matter was quickly pushed aside.
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AN: I wanted to play around with how the gods effect the mortals. I was also wondering about the purpose of the golden girdle that the blacksmith made for his wife.
You'd think he wouldn't make an item that would make others want your wife... 0_o
