Transgressions: Perseids
Xena sulked as she dropped a handful of lavender buds into her bath water. Ares had declined to join her, saying he had to put some last minute touches on the surprise he had planned for the evening. Their impromptu sparring session had put him behind schedule. Xena had been more impressed by the training ground than she'd let on. Of course, he'd built an arena on the island, she thought, as she scooped up a handful of water and let it cascade down her shoulder. His long-term plan was them to be spending considerably more time on the island than they already were. Xena knew his goal was for her to come to think of the retreat as her personal home. Images of the other bedroom and the nursery flashed through her mind. She shook her head and reminded herself to not look that far ahead. One heartbeat at a time.
Xena considered washing her hair, she'd worked up a sweat tumbling with Ares, by decided against it. She didn't know how soon he'd be returning and she wanted to be ready when he did. So, she pulled her hair tie from her ponytail, and made a new pony higher on her head so that the ends wouldn't drag in the water. Grabbing a sponge from the toiletry tray, she dunked it beneath the surface, drenching it. An array of liquid soaps sat on the wooden tray. She found one that smelled of honey and almond and poured it generously onto the sponge. Once she'd worked up a good lather, she scrubbed herself from head to toe. When she worked the sponge over her rump, she marvelled that the aloe had worked so quickly on her sunburn. She reminded herself to thank Ares when she saw him. After she washed all the places she could reach, she relaxed into the water and just let its warmth work its magic on her overused muscles. Her right side along the lowest rib and into her back smarted badly. She smirked when she considered just how overused she was going to feel when he was finished with her tonight.
When she finished bathing, Xena stepped out onto the stone floor and wrapped herself in the big, fat, plush towel. She'd seen towels like it only in Persia and they sold for several darics. Again, she found herself humbled by the fact that he wanted her when he could have literally anything in the world. Stepping into their playroom, she noticed that he had laid out a full length black linen wrap for her to wear. Beside the wrap was a basket full of aloe. Atop the basket, was a beautiful pink bud from a cactus.
"Lay down on your front," he called as he materialized into the room.
The rush was there as always. Would he never cease to have this effect on her? Xena crawled onto the bed next to the soft linen wrap. She craned her neck around so she could see him. Holy Heaven! He was topless and wearing Arabian pants. The black band fit snugly on his strong hips and the black linen pant legs hung loosely over his toned thighs. She watched as he skillfully worked the juice from the aloe before he slathered it over the backs of her legs.
"The burn is already cleared up," Xena protested.
"So it is. But I want to replenish your cells. You need to hydrate them after all that sun. Especially given where we are going."
"Yeah? I can't wait to see what all the secrecy has been about."
"And, I can't wait to show you." He placed a tender kiss on her bottom. "Sweet goddess, you smell delicious."
"Those oil soaps you put in the bath."
"Ahh, I'm glad you used them. Wish I'd joined you, now."
"Me too,"
"But I had to get things in place. Final touches." Ares moved his hands up her legs, over her ass, and along her back where he saw a purplish bruise ran from her rib cage down her right side. She must have got it from bucking against the wall when he she fucked him like a banshee. The nectar had been flowing through her and she wouldn't have even realized the pain at the time but her mortal flesh was paying for it now. He touched it tenderly. "You're pretty banged up from our little go out in the yard. We can wait another night or two. And don't think I will judge you. I won't think you are weak, Xena."
"Well, I wouldn't think so after the ass whooping I gave you in the arena," her eyes twinkled as she taunted him.
"Point taken," his beard was trimmed enough that she could see his adorable dimples when he smiled deeply. "Here, let me help you into the wrap."
Ares helped her off the bed and begin winding the black linen around her body. She was surprised at how erotic it felt to have him tending to her in such a fashion. She could feel herself quickening already. When he went down on his knees in front of her to pull the wrap between her legs, she nearly came undone. She couldn't resist running her fingers through his hair. "Will you let your hair grow out a little more?"
"What, I thought you liked it trim? My beard too?"
"I like it both ways, but I miss being able to grab a handful of your curls while we are fucking."
"Oh, you naughty, naughty wench."
"You like me naughty."
"Indeed," Ares patted her on the butt when he finished with her garment. "How does that feel?"
"It's not even really uncomfortable. The aloe has done its job."
Ares had meant the silk in general but she'd thought he was referring to the sunburn. He let her think what she would, he wasn't about to tell her that it was his blood that had healed her burns. He was surprised she'd even gotten the bruises from the coupling but then again, she'd only had a small taste of him. It had probably metabolized quickly. "Good, you're gonna be naked most of the night anyway."
"Oh really?" Xena bit at her lip. "Where are you taking me anyway?"
"I told you that's part of the surprise."
"Only part of it?" Xena teased.
"That's right, I have a few delights in store for you tonight. I am going to overwhelm your senses, my dear Xena."
"Your presence does that already." As soon as she said it, a part of her wished she hadn't. Not because he didn't already know the truth of it but because revealing it verbally made her feel more vulnerable than she had expected.
Ares stood in front of her and just looked at her. Didn't she know that she couldn't say things like that! It made him hope that they had a real future. That eventually she'd make all his dreams come true. Ares took her face into his hands. She was the most precious thing he'd ever held. His conundrum. He could have any goddess he wanted with the snap of a finger. Yet, the only woman he really wanted was a stubborn mortal, that kept him at arm's length, at least where her heart was concerned. Contract be damned! "I love you, Xena." He closed his mouth over hers.
Xena kissed him back greedily. She ran her arms up under his arms and allowed them to play along his upper back. "I love you, too," she whispered against his lips.
Suddenly, she was flying through the void. She clutched tighter to him. What would happen if she got lost from him in the aether? Could he find her? Would she be stuck in limbo for eternity?
As quickly as they entered the veil, they came out on the other side. Xena gasped at the vista before her.
They stood in the middle of the vast Sahara. Xena surveyed the horizon. Three hundred and sixty degrees of sand and stars. A small colonnaded building was the only visible structure. A faint light could be seen inside. The moon had already set in the west, creating a sparkling canopy of diamonds overhead. The Milky Way poured over the desert sands. Wild Sahara winds whipped at her wrap and caused Ares' pants to flap loudly. The beating of their garments added percussion to the desert's whistling flutes.
"Oh, Ares," Xena breathed. Her eyes watered both from the sting of the winds and from his gift of bringing her there.
Ares took her hand and let her toward the colonnaded building to their east. He escorted her up the stairs and placed his hand on the small of her back as he ushered her inside. Xena stood between the entry columns, unable to speak. Her silence made him a little unsure of his choice. "Do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it! It's beautiful. This is what you've been doing all night?"
"Yes, but it gets better."
"How?" She asked as she looked at the open-air room. A feather down mattress sat atop a low rise wooden platform. Golden Egyptian cotton sheets and fluffy royal blue pillows covered the bed. A small table with two wine goblets and an amphora of oil sat next to the bed. A tiny chimney sat between the bed and the only other piece of furniture in the room, a sex swing. Xena walked over to the frame and caressed it's sturdy metal legs. She admired the leather seat with silver studs. She picked up one of the stirrups and examined the snaps. Images from the Kama Sutra style paintings outside of the playroom ran through her head. He was going to fuck her senseless!
"You'll see!"
As Xena walked deeper into the space, the song of the desert changed. The low wails of the open Sahara gave way to higher pitched tones as the wind moved through the columns. "Amazing," she cried.
"Look up," Ares leaned in and whispered.
Xena tilted her head back to find that there was no roof. The stars would serve as their blanket tonight.
"It might be be a little cold at first, but I promise to keep you warm. Hold still, I am going to unwrap you, now. Stand near the chimney."
Xena walked to the small furnace. She felt the warmth radiating from its terra cotta surface. She stood perfectly still as he lovingly unwrapped every inch of her skin. Surprisingly the wind on her oversensitized skin felt cool and she didn't notice any abrasiveness from the sands that she imagined were dancing in the air.
"Such a beautiful body, Xena. Standing here amid the glories of the universe and you are still the heavenliest body of all." Ares ran his free hand along her spine as he tossed the wrap onto the bed. "Sit in the swing, Xena, I'll strap you in."
Xena grabbed hold of the straps and lowered herself into the device. "Where did you come up with this?"
"Where do you think?" Ares asked, as he helped her put her feet into the stirrups and strapped the belt across her center.
"Aphrodite?"
"You got it. Except hers was all pink with silver filigree designs. She showed it off an orgy once. All I could think was how badly I'd love to strap you into one. I guess dreams do come true."
"If you're willing to work for them and be patient, then yes, they can come true," Xena caressed his biceps and captured his gaze.
Ares swallowed hard because he knew she was talking about them and their future. He reached down and kissed her. "Comfortable?" he asked when he broke the kiss.
"I like it." Xena grabbed the hand holds that were on either side of her head. "Push me."
Ares gave her a little nudge. Xena closed her eyes as she began swaying in the air.
Ares stood back and watched her. Her legs were splayed out in the stirrups, her hand gripped the handholds tightly. She was marvelously naked and wonderfully beautiful. Xena threw her head back as much as the swing seat would allow. Her long black locks grazed the white marble floor. She laughed in sheer delight. It was a joy to see her so free and unguarded. He wanted her this way, forever. He gave her another little push to keep her momentum going.
When Xena finally opened her eyes, she saw him standing between her spread legs with a look of hunger on his face and a black silk scarf in his hands. "I am going to blindfold you now, Xena."
"Undress for me, first," she requested.
"Very well," he draped the scarf around his shoulders and pushed down the tight waistband and let the pants pool to the floor. Xena's mouth watered as she took in the sight of his gorgeous cock standing free. He walked closer toward her, slowly inching the scarf from his neck. He teased the soft silk down her thighs, he paused briefly at her center and allowed the tassels on one end to tickle her pussy before he dragged the scarf up her body and tied it around her head, cutting off her sight. As he bent over to knot the scarf, his sex pressed against hers. She moaned in anticipation.
Ares reached down and caressed her quim, stroking a finger along her slick folds. "Gods, Xena, you are fucking drenched."
"For you, Ares."
"All for me," he growled and went down between her legs. She was wide open to him and he was going to take every advantage of it. His bare knees hit the marble floor but his godly body didn't register the discomfort. He placed feather light kisses on her inner thighs as he prodded a finger into her opening. "Get my finger nice and wet, Baby," Ares ordered as he plunged it deeper inside her and curled it so that he rubbed her g-spot on her front vaginal wall. As he manipulated her inner nub, Xena could feel herself about to explode, a burst of wetness shot from her well as she squirted onto his finger, nearly filling the palm of his hand with her fluid. With his finger lubricated with her juices, he trailed it from her snatch, down her perineum and inserted the top tip of his finger into her ass. "All of you is mine, Xena, all of you."
He felt her asshole clench but she didn't protest. "You know your safe word."
"A little finger in the ass isn't going to make me use my safe word, Ares. It feels good, it's just been a while. Need a minute to adjust."
As he felt her relax, he pushed his finger in up to the first knuckle.
"Mmm," Xena moaned, "feels nice."
Ares pumped the digit in and out a little, never going deeper than the first knuckle. Once he was satisfied that she was enjoying the sensation, he closed his mouth over her vagina and began french kissing her clit.
"It's almost time, Xena."
"Time for what?"
"You'll see, Baby."
There was more to his little surprise?
"Deeper," Xena begged as he sucked her off and fingered her ass.
Her cunt juices along with his wet kisses were keeping his finger more than wet enough. Ares crammed the finger all the way up to the top knuckle. He felt her ass pulling him in, he knew she was getting very close to coming. Ares looked up to the heavens above. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit. "Almost there, almost time," he breathed against her pussy.
He circled her nub with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth. Xena came all over his face. Her back arched against the silver-studded leather swing seat. "That's it baby, it's time," Ares cried as he pulled his finger from her and stood up over her. He grabbed his cock in hand and slicked it along her slit before sliding deep inside her.
"Yes, yes, fuck me," Xena screamed in pure pleasure. She wanted to keep coming. Using the swing, he tilted her hips up at an angle that would allow him to pop her g-spot everytime he thrust inside her. "Yes, Baby, that's it, that's the spot."
Xena felt like she was flying. She felt weightless, her bones were limp from her orgasm and the gentle sway of the swing gave off the impression that she was floating on air.
"It's time, Xena," Ares cried as he pulled the scarf from her eyes. "Look up, Baby."
Xena opened her eyes and the heavens were on fire. A meteor shower raced across the night sky. He'd promised to fill her senses and he had definitely delivered. "Do you feel alive, Xena?" Ares asked as he continued to lead their bodies in their erotic dance.
"Never more alive, never," she wailed as she reached another orgasm.
"This is how you make me feel, Baby. So alive!"
Xena let go of the handholds and reached for him, When she did it changed the angle of the swing seat, the penetration was less deep but the rim of his head rubbed more savagely against her inner button. "Fuck, Ares, fuck, I'm gonna come again."
"Give it to, Baby. I want all of you tonight. You see that meteor shower, Xena?"
"Yes, beautiful, The night is ablaze, oh my god, I am coming again."
"It's more than that," he rasped as his orgasma mounted. "It's you baby, that's what you do, you bring the heavens to Earth." Ares grabbed hold of her hips, forcing her back down onto the seat as he started pumping furiously inside her.
"If I can command heaven, then come for me, Ares. Give me your heavenly seed."
Ares erupted. His essence flowing into her, claiming her and worshipping her at the same time.
When he recovered his senses, he unharnessed her and carried her gently to the downy soft mattress where they fell into a dreamless slumber beneath the streaking sky.
