My Immortal XXVIII

Ares transported Xena and himself from the crowded council chamber to Vega, the fantasy world he had created for the two of them. Xena couldn't think of a better place to spend the first minutes of their honeymoon. The black fur still lay crumpled from their last visit to the realm. With the wave of her hand the purple irises transformed into blood red roses.

"Redecorating, my dear?" Ares chuckled. "Or just showing off?"

"A little of both,"Xena admitted with a huge grin on her face. "I can't put in words just how amazing this transformation feels. I feel like I am fifteen again. Nothing aches. I feel like I could run a million miles. I don't know, it's impossible to explain the changes I am feeling."

"You don't have to, I've experienced it, remember?"

"I do," her breath hitched. "I can't believe that you willingly gave this feeling up, even to save me."

"I'd do it again, without a second thought. This is nothing without you," Ares laid Xena gently down on the soft blanket. She spread out her limbs, enjoying the feel of the fur on the backs of her arms and legs. She contemplated snapping her clothes off with a thought but decided that she'd rather have him undress her. After all, this was going to be their first time together as husband and wife.

Ares sat on his knees and admired her for a few seconds. His fierce, strong, and beautiful mortal warrior was now his immortal wife. He shook his head, worried that he was in a dream, a hallucination of some sort.

"What, what is it?" Xena asked.

"It's hard to believe that this is real, that you are mine. My little mortal is now my immortal."

"Well, now that you do have me, what are you going to do with me?" Xena rose up on her elbows, giving him her coyest look.

"Let me show you," he whispered as he began pulling the laces of her boots from their eyelets. Ares worked the strings slowly free. When he had released one foot from it's leather prison, he trailed the strings teasingly along her bare legs. Goosebumps popped out all over Xena's flesh at the tickling sensation. When Ares had the second foot in his warm hand he brought it to his lips and kissed the top of it before taking the outer side of her ankle into his mouth and gently sucking the knob. The feeling of his hot wet mouth working on her joint was doing delicious things to Xena's core. She squirmed from the delight he was wreaking on her foot. Ares placed a firm hand on her hip, holding her still while he worked his kisses up her leg. When he reached her inner thigh, he chanced a peek up her skirt. She had to lose those leather panties. He slid his hands up under her dress and hooked his thumbs into the strap of her underwear and tugged them off. Xena lifted her hips, helping him removing the garment. As Ares pulled the panties down the length of her muscular legs, Xena studied his beautifully masculine face. She loved his strong bearded jaw and thick succulent lips but it was the intensity that burned in his eyes when he looked at her that had always been her undoing. Casting the underwear aside, Ares went down on his elbows and moved in between her thighs. Unconsciously, he licked his lips. anticipating the flavor of his love. Gently, he pried her flower open and lapped at her soft, dewy petals. As Ares' mouth worked over her sex, Xena ground her hips against his kisses. When her panting grew more furious and she fisted her hand in his hair, he pulled back.

"Not yet, my dear," He smiled as he went up on his knees. He shrugged off his vest and cast it into the field of roses. With his right hand, he reached down and slid two fingers across her wetness. Using her hips again, Xena moved her opening toward his exploring touch. Ares decided to alleviate some of her suffering by slipping his digits into her. Being entered by his thick fingers caused her to hold still temporarily as her swollen insides adjusted to their welcomed visitors. Ares deftly changed the angle of his fingers so that as he pushed deeper into her the tips of his fingers brushed against her g-spot.

"Yes, yes, god, yes," Xena screamed at the increased pleasure. Ares felt her muscles tightening around his fingers already. He thrust in and out of her a couple of more times before taking his two digits and focusing his efforts on the sensitive spot. Hooking his fingers more, he massaged the pleasure point and watched Xena come unglued before him. He felt the distension of his manhood as it pressed in painful pleasure against the stiff leather of his pants. Xena arched her back off the bear skin and placed her palm flat against his solid chest as she squirted a fresh wave of lubricant all over his hand. She was beyond wet. Ares couldn't wait any longer. He quickly unsnapped his belt and tugged his pants down, freeing his hot shaft.

"Hold your ankles back, Xena," Ares called.

Xena took her ankles in her hands and pulled her long legs back and apart, leaving her flesh fully exposed. Ares rubbed himself through her folds once or twice before he pressed himself inside her, inside his wife.

"I love you, Xena," he grunted as he buried himself deep within her. Xena released her legs and wrapped them around his middle.

"I love you too. I love the way you fill me. My love." Xena started rocking with him, meeting each push with a push of her own.

She reached up and caressed his beard. "Open your eyes," she asked.

Ares complied. They stared intently into each other's soul as they consummated their marriage. After they'd each reached completion, Ares kicked his pants the rest of the way off and pulled Xena into his arms.

"Do you want to take off your dress?"

"No, I am good, you are amazing, by the way." she answered.

"I have many skills," Ares whispered in her ear.

"Yes, you do," Xena chuckled as she snuggled even closer to her immortal. As she rested her head on his chest and listened to the beating of his immortal heart she fell asleep, lulled by its eternal rhythm.