Summary: A scandal ensues on Mount Olympus when the least loved deity, Santana, goddess of war, is caught in flagrante delicto with Brittany the goddess of love, who's married to Artie, god of blacksmiths. Brittana Greek Mythology AU
A/N:
If you guys are familiar with the myth of Ares and Aphrodite then you probably already have a good idea of what's about to happen to the lovers.
Cast:
Ares - Santana Lopez
Aphrodite - Brittany S. Pierce
Hephaestus - Artie Abrams
Zeus - Will Schuester
Hera - Emma Pillsbury
Athena - Quinn Fabray
Circe - Tina Cohen-Chang
Momus - Mike Chang
Asteria - Rachel Berry
Perses - Finn Hudson
Helios - Mercedes Jones
Kratos - Lauren Zizes
Dionysus - April Rhodes
Poseidon - Roz Washington
Apollo - Sam Evans
Alectryon - Sugar Motta
Hades - Sue Sylvester
Come to think of it, the dark-haired fighter had been having some very vivid dreams about the goddess lately, feeling embarrassed when she'd wake up to find Brittany watching her curiously. She did not understand the meaning of these fantasies. Santana felt powerless to do anything except follow the woman, as if hypnotized by her charms. She was shocked when Brittany appeared before her in her bed chamber and dropped her bright pink robes, revealing perfect expanses of alabaster skin.
Her skin was milky white and covered in a dusting of freckles. Her hips and thighs were curvy and her teardrop shaped breasts… Santana bit her lip. She wanted to feel the weight of those breasts in her hands. Forcing herself to look away from her svelte but very womanly body was proving to be impossible.
"You can look, don't be shy," Brittany whispered in her ear, her hot breath fanning her neck and her perfume taking over Santana's senses. Santana was shocked that Brittany was seducing her so boldly and it was definitely working. Perhaps the goddess knew how to put a spell on people like that vile Circe witch. That was the only way to explain what was happening to Santana. "I want you to look."
"What's happening to me? Have you bewitched me, Woman?"
Brittany was very amused by how bashful and silly Santana was being. It appeared that the legendary fighter didn't know much about sex.
"No, Silly. You're turned on."
She giggled and put her hand on Santana's chest, feeling her racing heart and then the darker woman squeaked when the soft hand slid between her legs. They could both feel how wet and hot Santana was even through the thin cloth and it was difficult to keep the arousal off of her flushed face. Brittany turned a sultry gaze on her, seducing Santana with her soft blue eyes.
This was too much… her intense attraction to Brittany had become her greatest weakness. Santana was getting too nervous and awkward so she quickly changed tactics. She ran away from Brittany, pacing on the other side of the room and trying desperately to think of battle plans. Swords. Screams of mortals. Old wrinkled ugly generals. Anything to distract her. She fell back on her usual obsessive line of thinking when all else failed - her arch-nemesis: Rachel, the star maiden and virgin goddess of justice.
"I have to defeat Rachel - Asteria, I mean. She thinks she's the star of everything. Not to mention she has more shrines than I do. Everyone is all like, oh Asteria's as perfect as the stars in the night sky. What the fuck? She gets all the fame and glory!"
"Oh… I know her!" Brittany smiled. "She tells me my horoscope every day."
Santana was not very impressed by this.
"She's so full of herself…"
Brittany sighed, shaking her head but didn't bother putting on any clothes. The blonde always became incredibly bored whenever Santana spoke of her desire to become more popular and successful than Rachel.
"Why are you so desperate to defeat the goddess of shooting stars? You're not even the same type of god. Gods of stars and wars can both exist at the same time. It's not even that important to you and it's not like you want to be a star."
That was a good point… Santana didn't want to think about it. She had never been able to let go of her one-sided rivalry with Asteria.
"Why must we have a goddess of love? What is the purpose of love?" Santana argued petulantly, annoyed that she was completely losing her train of thought and also losing this argument very rapidly the longer she stared at Brittany's body. "It's just a foolish emotion that serves no one."
"What's the purpose of war?" Brittany countered, unfazed and smiling calmly at her as she cornered her and Santana helplessly fell back on the bed, overcome by the knowledge that the woman was naked in front of her only inches away.
"Gods and men will always have wars. It's the only way for them to settle their disputes. Power is the only way to survive."
"No you're wrong. Love is everything. I know deep down you really want it and that's why it makes you so sad all the time to only have fighting in your life, Ares. Everyone deserves love."
"I don't need love," Santana spat the word out like it disgusted her. "I've never had it before and I've never needed it."
"You do, I can prove it to you," Brittany murmured, sliding over and crawling into Santana's lap. "Kiss me."
Santana couldn't help but respond when Brittany's petal-like, pink lips fluttered against hers in the most gentle caress. Instead of the anger that was normally coursing through her veins, all she felt was a sense of peace with Brittany sliding her hands over her shoulders and arms.
Everything about the goddess of love was soft and yielding yet she managed to coax Santana into opening her lips for her with very little effort. She gave into her lust, grabbing Brittany's thighs firmly and pulling her closer. Brittany smiled against her lips but before long, a fire ignited in Santana and she gave into her deepest urges. The warrior pushed Brittany down into the mattress, laying against her soft body and shoved her hips into hers so that their cores were pressed together in a way that made both of them sigh.
"Santana…"
The sound of Brittany whining her name softly made Santana even more aware of that insistent pressure building low. It felt instinctual to keep rolling her hips against Brittany's harder and harder, feeling like she was on the verge of something, pressure increasing in her core as she grinded against her forcefully.
She could feel how slick she herself was between the legs, practically dripping down her inner thighs and the feeling of Brittany's wetness against her made heat rise to her face. Brittany's hands moved to her hips then squeezed the warrior's tight ass, her eyes fluttering and arching her back to reveal her neck as Santana's full lips found the pale, sensitive skin there.
"Brittany, I want to but I've never... "
"I know, Darling. It's alright."
She moved her lips over Brittany's body, kissing every freckle that she found and finding her sensitive spots as Brittany smiled. Santana was awkward and didn't know how to kiss or please as yet, so Brittany guided her through it when her hands roamed over the pale woman's body.
"No, slow and soft… gently… we're in no rush. It feels good when you draw it out. Touch me like this," Brittany explained, moving one of Santana's callused hands to her breast and the other to her upper thigh. At first, Santana shuddered in excitement and grabbed her roughly, making Brittany wince slightly and grab her wrist, directing her movements.
"No, not so hard. We're not in battle, Ares. Worship me like any harsh touch could cause me to break apart," She whispered against Santana's ear, taking her hand to her lips and gently kissing her fingers then moving the hand between her legs as she spread them, climbing on top of the warrior. "I've wanted to ride you since the moment we met."
Santana quivered at those words, closing her eyes and driven wild as hot, intense lust struck her like it never had before. She gently slid her fingers through the soft, wetness of the girl, finding a tiny nub and circled it as Brittany whimpered above her. She saw just how wet Brittany was and forgot how to breathe, mesmerized as she slipped her fingers into her instinctively, sucking in a sharp intake of breath at how tight and hot Brittany felt inside.
She figured out exactly what Brittany liked as she explored her body, in awe of the sight of the blonde goddess who was soon trembling and mewling above her with each harsh stroke. She clenched around Santana's fingers, a beautiful, rose pink flush rising from her chest to her neck and face. Soon, Santana rolled them over so she was on top, both of them panting and desperate as the blonde arched into her. The black-haired goddess was as passionate of a lover as she was a warrior, holding both of Brittany's hands above her head as she touched her with her other hand.
The sweet sounds the goddess made were fuel to Santana's fire. Sometimes the goddess would beg for Santana to touch her harder and faster but then she would ask that Santana gaze into her eyes, and kiss her. Santana leaned down, pressing her plump, hot lips against Brittany's as the blonde threaded her fingers through black hair. Brittany massaged her shoulders and then her back, her hands sliding down to stroke her hips.
"Are you wounded?" Santana asked as Brittany bit her lip and her face became flushed, concerned as she had never seen a woman in such a state. Brittany's moans increased in pitch as Santana curled her fingers, adding another. "Am I hurting you?"
"The most wonderful pain… "Brittany told her in a breathy voice and ecstasy was written all over her face. Santana kept touching her the way Brittany instructed her to until she couldn't control herself any longer and kissed then bit into the junction between the blonde's shoulder and neck possessively, sucking on the delicate, soft skin. The blonde whimpered her name loudly and tightened around her, arching upward into Santana's frame.
Santana shivered. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen and she kept replaying the sound of Brittany saying her name. She sucked in a breath, feeling a corresponding sense of urgency in her core and a fire burning low between her legs that made her desperate for something but not knowing what her body craved. Brittany recovered after some time and sat up, both of them smiling at each other.
"That was the most beautiful feeling I have ever had. You're so tense, relax and move with me," Brittany instructed, guiding their bodies together as if she were teaching her a dance when Santana slipped a thigh between hers. "Relax."
Santana was overwhelmed by her feelings toward the girl, her hips pushing up against Brittany's involuntarily as she was conscious of the pressure in her core that was intensifying.
"Now you can conquer me, Warlord." She husked. Her voice was so soft and breathless as she finally guided Santana to lie back on the bed, flipping them over so she was now on top again. Santana felt like she was the one who was really being conquered as they continued to kiss and she was slowly driven mad with her desire for Brittany. Santana had never been touched this way and the way Brittany was caressing her body felt amazing.
The darker woman's eyes widened when Brittany traced each of the scars she found on her body with her fingertips and kissed each one of them. Santana wasn't expecting her hand to slip between her legs and stroke her expertly, finding her clit and stroking it so perfectly. She continued to circle the tiny, hardened nub with her fingertip as she nibbled and then sucked on Santana's earlobe.
The warrior kept gasping and bit into Brittany's shoulder involuntarily, moving her hips against her hand for more. She was a little scared of the sensation but she couldn't stop gasping and begging as Brittany's fingers slipped into her, stroking her just right, chuckling knowingly against her plump lips as Santana's dark eyes widened, not understanding the pleasure that was coursing through her.
"You're dripping. It feels good, right?"
Something about being in the gentle arms of Brittany made Santana feel secure. Santana shyly allowed her to touch her in return with her soft fingers and eventually a feeling of ecstasy came over her, lights flashing before her eyes and she felt like she was in Elysium wrapped in the arms of this woman. The combination of different sensations was too much for her to handle.
She began to fall apart completely as Brittany found a spot she hadn't realized she had inside of her and she felt the girl's curves pressed into her body, cupping Santana's cheek with her other hand as she claimed her lips in a fervent kiss while Santana held her breasts and cupped them, stroking her pink nipples. Her wetness increased against her lover's fingers as Brittany kissed the column of her neck, as the warrior had done to her. Santana couldn't control the way her body reacted. Brittany held her in her arms as she came for the first time in her life, with a moan of the girl's name and her toes curled.
Perhaps love had won this particular battle. Brittany had won in the end because Santana knew instantly that her feelings for her had become more important than any win in battle.
"I told you so. Love has finally defeated war," Brittany smirked afterward, when Santana remembered how to think and breathe again. She sang teasingly. "Love will always be on top."
"I don't think so," Santana grumbled, flipping over so that she was straddling the goddess. "I'm on top now."
But she couldn't bring herself to order Brittany around as she usually would to any of her soldiers and felt her cheeks flush. Brittany realized that Santana wanted to go again and she was not going to argue.
"I was just joking. Okay, it's really hot when you get all dominant," Brittany still had a sly smirk on her face and gently kissed Santana's cheekbone, caressing her black hair. "Don't worry, Conqueror. We can tell everyone you ravaged me and no one will ever know that I seduced you."
An intense love affair between the two began. Ares would return to Aphrodite's bed day and night, the gods giving themselves over to their passion for each other.
"Hmph!" Santana grunted, angrily pointing her sword up at the sky when the two of them lay down outside under the light of the stars one night. It was so peaceful and quiet, as if they were the only two souls who existed. Brittany blinked in confusion. She liked stars well enough and didn't understand what could be infuriating Santana about them.
"Why are you upset about the stars?"
"It's that annoying Asteria, always showing off." Santana complained.
"You're still mad at her?"
"Yep and she knows it. The little troll."
The stars overheard suddenly began moving around, turning into a girl's face with a furious expression as Asteria was apparently not too pleased with what she was hearing from Santana. Brittany giggled, pulling Santana away before she got too heated about her one-sided arch nemesis as the warrior cursed at the sky. The darker woman's face softened and she was overwhelmed by her feelings towards Brittany as they lay beside each other.
"Brittany, I… want to be with you but no one must know of our forbidden affair." Santana breathed out, wrapping her arm around Brittany's waist as the two of them admired the beauty of the night sky.
"I wish I could be with you… were it not for Hephaestus."
"What is so good about him?! I can be better for you than him!" She snapped as her hot jealousy took over, drowning out everything else. Brittany just looked away sadly, not knowing what to say. "I would give you anything you want!"
Santana sighed, a depressed feeling coming over her as she thought of Hephaestus. It was difficult to deny that she yearned for Brittany in a carnal way and more but there was no way she could ever compete with a husband. Brittany would never be allowed to leave him. Perhaps Santana with her bloodthirsty reputation and rejection by the Olympians would have nothing to offer a woman like Brittany compared to the skilled craftsman.
"Why do you stay with your husband if you do not love him?" She asked what she had been wanting to ask for the longest time, failing to keep the bitterness out of her voice.
Brittany's smile dropped, her face falling.
"I do not have any choice in the matter," She explained. "I was born out of sea foam and went to Mount Olympus, then Zeus told me I must marry Hephaestus. I would never be allowed to go against Zeus' word and leave him."
"I would do anything to have you…" Santana cupped her cheeks, staring into her sleepy blue eyes as a soft breeze blew. She pressed her lips to Brittany's heatedly, pulling her into a hard, deep kiss that stirred something in both of them. Brittany quickly succumbed to her desire for Santana as both of they scrambled to get their clothes off in between scorching, desperate kisses. She pulled Santana on top of her when they were both naked, needing to feel the warmth of her skin and the weight of her body. Santana knew there was nothing more she would ever want as she felt Brittany's heart beat against hers as their heated bodies tangled together.
"Santana, you have to know… I am so yours… body and soul. For eternity." Brittany breathed against her ear.
Santana's mood changed noticeably after the affair began and the warrior couldn't seem to get enough of Brittany once she had discovered the pleasures of the flesh. Brittany smiled when Santana rolled them over, pinning her down and pushing her hips against hers one day just before the soft morning light filtered in. She placed the most tender kisses all over Brittany's body that expressed all of the feelings she couldn't admit with words.
Brittany loved how Santana would take out her battle lust and pent-up aggression on her body when she had just come back from another battle. On this particular night, Santana was furious about all of her rivals and went off on an angry tangent about how she was going to take them down. She lay on her back, her arms crossed over her bare chest and Brittany rested her head against her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Stop the violence…" Brittany sang teasingly, her eyes turning seductive as she leaned closer to Santana, trailing her fingertips over her defined jawline. Santana, as she expected, instantly melted, unable to keep the smile off of her face at Brittany's joke and affectionate touches. She knew exactly how to distract Santana from her obsessions.
The mood shifted between them, tension building as Santana's eyes darkened to become black pools of consumed lust. Brittany rolled onto her, straddling her lap and pressed her smaller lips against Santana's plump ones, grabbing the darker woman's wrist and pulling her hand between her legs. She closed her eyes, impaling herself on Santana's fingers and heard Santana's sharp intake of breath as the woman quivered beneath her. They continued to make love before passing out into a blissful sleep. That was until Brittany heard a noise.
"Oh no!" Brittany shrieked suddenly, shifting in Santana's embrace and sitting up, wide-eyed. "It's my husband. He's back from his work trip again."
"Your husband?!" Santana whispered back nervously into the darkness, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She hadn't thought to ask Brittany when Hephaestus would be returning and now she was panicking. "Brittany, fucking hell why didn't you warn me? We're both butt ass naked. Oh shit… I'm going to hide."
Even though she was supposed to be a big bad war goddess, she scrambled to hide under Brittany's bed like a coward as Hephaestus' movements came closer. He approached in his wheeled chariot, followed by a group of golden automatons.
"Brittany? What are you doing?" The manufacturer of the gods asked, noticing that Brittany was completely naked and quickly pulling on a robe, sitting on the bed. Artie was highly suspicious. His wife had never dressed up like this for him. In fact, the two had never had any sexual relationship. His wife always complained that she was tired or had a headache when Artie tried to get her into bed. He had a feeling she was just pretending.
Especially after he had seen the way she was eyeing some of the soldiers and noblewomen who had visited her shrine. The other gods had warned him that Brittany would open her legs to everyone but he had insisted that his sweet, innocent wife would never do such a thing. Circe had laughed heartily as if he told her a great joke when Artie mentioned that Brittany was a virgin on their wedding night.
"Is there someone else in here? I heard a voice."
"Someone else? Why would there be someone else?" Brittany pretended to be clueless. Artie wasn't buying it.
"Are you cheating on me?"
"How is work?" Brittany asked, avoiding the question and looking down into her lap. Artie stared at the obvious bite marks all over her pale neck and shoulders suspiciously as the woman squirmed. There was one on her breast and another on her thigh even.
"Who has touched you? What are those marks on your neck and shoulders?"
"I was mauled by a savage beast." She explained dryly with a vapid expression.
"Who gave you that necklace?"
"Huh?" Brittany reached up to touch her neck with a guilty expression. "This old thing? Lord Tubbington gave it to me as a birthday gift."
Artie narrowed his eyes at her, shaking his head but went around inspecting the palace after they had exchanged pleasantries. He didn't argue with Brittany any further but he told her he was going back to work for the next month the following morning and then waited around, hiding under the bushes outside and listening closely.
"My Beloved Wife, I will be going away early tomorrow morning for another month to work on my latest project, a helmet of invisibility for Hades." He had told her in his sweetest voice and Brittany just nodded.
It wasn't long before he heard loud girlish shrieks and moans of pleasure that could only belong to his wife echoing through the palace. He didn't understand how they kept continuing for as long as they did, surely she and whoever she was with would have been exhausted after the fourth round. He had to see who she was with and he was envious of their stamina. Surely his wife couldn't be this wanton? She had always seemed so innocent and sweet.
Yet sure enough, he peered through a small window in the bed chamber and his wife was on her hands and knees as someone ravaged her from behind. No… it couldn't be. The Goddess of War was screwing his wife! In every position imaginable, too. Even some positions Artie didn't know were possible! He had no idea Brittany was that flexible. Ares had the gall to slap his wife on the ass and she shrieked in delight at the rough treatment.
Artie was seething. He couldn't believe his wife was lying to him so blatantly and cheating on him with Ares, Goddess of War of all people. Everyone knew how tyrannical and savage Ares was. The thought of that monster seducing his angelic wife was too much for him to handle. He was determined to catch the two of them in the act and humiliate them in front of all of the other gods. He would weave an indestructible, chain-link net that was so fine it was invisible and trap the two for all eternity.
It so happened that someone else had noticed the scandalous affair between Aphrodite and Ares.
There was one person they could never hide from. The sun, Helios, who saw everything, was shocked when she heard all of the throaty cries and moans coming from Aphrodite's palace. She was almost a little jealous of their passionate love making.
Helios was a diva who loved being the center of everyone's attention but even more than that, sometimes she just loved some juicy gossip and it seemed she was the first to know about this passionate affair between the amorous, ditzy goddess of love and her dark-skinned lover. Santana forgot to leave Brittany's bed before the early morning sunlight filtered in and Helios caught the lovers holding each other naked, Santana's thigh pressed between Brittany's legs as they cuddled close.
Who would have guessed, of all people it would be these two? Her jaw dropped. Sure, Helios had seen that lustful love goddess sneaking around with more lovers than the sea had sand prior to her marriage and flirting with many even after she had taken a husband but Ares and Aphrodite seemed like complete opposites. The sun goddess had never imagined Ares would be capable of anything other than stomping around and slicing things with a sword.
Yet, the sun had eyes everywhere and saw everything, including the passionate kisses the two exchanged outside of the palace before Ares would run off to another battle. Helios was very traditional and she believed in good morals so she was against the idea of the goddess cheating on her husband.
Helios was stunned by this illicit affair but her mistake was telling Circe of all people, who had quickly taken over from her as the biggest gossip in all the land. She tried to hold onto her secret, knowing how scandalous it was but eventually turned into the form of a short, dark-skinned woman and went to lunch with a short girl with gothic makeup who was her good friend.
"Girl, you are not gonna believe this!" She let slip out as Circe leaned in and her eyes widened at the new information the sun goddess whispered to her. Unlike Helios, Circe was not remotely surprised. In fact, hearing this all but confirmed her suspicions.
Of course, being the blabbermouth she was, Circe couldn't control herself anymore and had to spill the details to the short, bespectacled blacksmith god the next time she saw him working with his hammer in his fiery forge. She had been bitter toward her ex for a while.
"Boy, have I got some tea for you. One word: Brittana. Your slutty bimbo wife is cheating on you. Helios told me about it and I saw it too." Circe blabbed to Hephaestus one day.
"I know…" He replied, his expression darkening. "That no good war god manipulated her innocent mind with her crafty ways. Don't worry, I have a plan. They'll regret it."
"You should have known this would happen, Artie."
"I seem to recall you being swept off your feet by dancing Momus and his, I quote, 'oh so perfect abs' quite easily back when we were lovers…"
"That's ancient history, Artie. Don't drag me into this or I'll turn you into a dog again." Circe mumbled, a deep flush rising to her cheeks. She supposed she couldn't blame Brittany for seeking attention elsewhere when she herself had done the same thing.
When Brittany was distracted by a mewling Lord Tubbington one night, Artie quickly placed the golden net over the bed that was so fine it was practically invisible and set his plan in motion.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Brittany chanted at a particularly hard thrust from her lover. Santana smirked, as she had quickly realized how much Brittany enjoyed this rough treatment and gave it to her whenever she asked, which was frequently.
"You like that? Shh, I think everyone in Mount Olympus just heard you, Love," Santana chuckled. Her muscles were getting tired but she didn't want to slow down. She could listen to the soft whimpers and keening moans from Brittany forever. "You are soaking for me."
"Getting this leather object the mortals made was the best idea I've ever had."
"I don't understand why you are so fond of these things." Santana muttered but was distracted by Brittany's hardened nipples. After a while, Brittany could no longer talk or think, focusing on the pleasure of Santana sliding into her. Santana loved how pliant her body was and how responsive the girl was to all of her touches.
"Fuck me harder, Santana!"
Santana swallowed hard, almost orgasming right then and there as Brittany moaned her name. She grabbed Brittany's legs and placing them over her shoulders. That somehow allowed her to go even deeper and Brittany cried out so loudly at the angle that Santana hoped she didn't damage her vocal cords. Sweaty brown and freckled white skin tangled together hotly as Santana's hips snapped against hers relentlessly.
Brittany whimpered in appreciation when Santana's hands found her fleshy hips and pulled her up into each thrust. She was fascinated by the way Brittany always reacted whenever she found that spot inside of her and focused on thrusting against it as Brittany spasmed against her, wailing as she reached up and grabbed Santana's hip to keep her there. Santana smirked, smacking the girl's ass softly as she pleaded for more. At the brutal pace Santana was setting, this was about to be over very soon. Santana felt a familiar pull, her ab muscles tensing and struggled to hold back.
"That feel good, Beautiful?"
"So good… don't stop, right there - I'm coming, I'm coming…"
"Oh Brittany!"
Santana gasped and came when she heard Brittany's sounds, whining into her mouth. She felt all of Brittany's muscles tense around the phallic object and she trembled, collapsing into the girl's frame. At the same time that was happening, something else tightened around her body. She couldn't see what it was but something felt off. A net had fallen on top of them. Then they heard voices. This was bad… very bad.
Oh fuck…
They had been caught and exposed. All of the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus were just standing around in the bed chamber watching them going at it wide-eyed in silence. Brittany's legs were in the air, Santana had her mouth around her nipple and they were both completely naked. She was still inside of the love goddess.
This was embarrassing…
Talk about performance anxiety.
"Oh gods, did I just see Ares and Aphrodite having an orgasm?!" Circe shouted, totally grossed out. "My eyes! There are no support groups for this kind of trauma."
Santana froze in place but somehow managed to grab a blanket to cover their bodies at least partially and pulled Brittany close to her protectively, not wanting her lover's body to be seen by others. It was too late as everyone had seen a glimpse of everything in full detail already. Neither her or Brittany could move as they were imprisoned by the powerful, invisible net. The amused gods all commented at once on what they were seeing. Artie jumped in first, proud of himself for exposing the scandal.
"Everyone, look at these two traitors!" Artie declared, pointing towards them.
"What the hell?!" Poseidon guffawed. She bent over, shaking with laughter and accidentally dropped the trident she always wielded. "This is what's happening up in here every night? Well, I'll be damned! I knew she wasn't getting it from you, Four Eyes!"
"Damn, well ain't this a hoot and a half! I had no idea anyone could be that flexible. Should have guessed, since it's Brittany after all. Ares is lucky." Dionysus, goddess of wine and revelry wolf-whistled. Santana glared at anyone in the room who was leering in Brittany's direction, making sure to cover Brittany's boobs and other parts from the perverts.
"Don't look at her!" She yelped.
"Whoa, is it just me, or are Ares and Aphrodite having sex?" The blond, blue-eyed and massive-lipped Apollo asked stupidly, grinning while Helios rolled her eyes, nudging him in the side to get him to be quiet. "That's funny, those two people naked in Hephaestus' bed look exactly like Ares and Aphrodite."
"Oh my dear heavens!" Hera shrieked and fainted on the spot when she couldn't take anymore. Zeus rushed to help his anxious wife up and fanned her, trying his best to keep his eyes covered.
"You seriously called me in here to watch your perversions?" Hades said snidely, rolling her eyes. "Maybe if Aphrodite quit opening her legs to everyone and Ares kept it in her pants they would actually get some work done."
"Why did you stop?" Brittany asked Santana who was still arched over her body. Santana looked at her in stunned disbelief. She hadn't pulled out and Brittany was squirming against her. "This is kinky. I've always wanted to have sex in a net."
"What do you think you're doing to my wife, god of war?!" The cuckolded god roared in outrage. "As for you, Brittany, how could you betray me this way?"
"Oh Artie… I thought it was you! Who is this in bed with me?" Brittany played dumb. Artie was even more furious.
"You thought she was me? Brittany, you couldn't think I'd be foolish enough to believe that excuse!"
"I don't know, Hephaestus. It's an easy mistake. Ares looks exactly like you." Momus deadpanned as everyone began to laugh harder at his sarcastic comment.
"Aphrodite certainly has made a fool out of her husband." Helios commented, shaking her head at the entire situation.
Hephaestus was humiliated by the snickering and jeering. He had intended to shame his cheating, traitorous wife and the wife-stealing goddess of war but instead everything had backfired and they were all laughing at him instead. Ares and Aphrodite did not look particularly bothered. Perhaps this hadn't been one of his best plans.
"It looks like Brittany has been having a very good time," Circe snickered behind her hand. "So Santana actually has some skills outside the battlefield after all."
"I guess we know what puts that smile on her face all the time," Momus added, raising his eyebrows. "Goddess of pleasure, huh?"
"Dayum! You got cucked!" Dionysus shouted with a raucous laugh. "Not that I blame Aphrodite! Get some, Girl!"
"That's it, I'm divorcing you, Brittany!" Hephaestus shouted bitterly, annoyed that his plan to shame the two adulterous ones wasn't working all that well.
"Wait, wait what's happening here?" Zeus asked, finally coming out of his stupor. He pointedly looked away from the two naked lovers, clearing his throat awkwardly. Brittany spoke up, a feeling of confidence and bravery coming over her that she rarely felt.
"Zeus, I want to be with Santana. No one can force me to be married to someone I don't love."
Artie sighed, realizing that even with his kindness and all of the elaborate gifts he crafted for his wife, he couldn't force her to love him. She never had loved him and their entire relationship was a farce. He sighed bitterly, realizing it was futile to fight the inevitable. Zeus was shocked by what he was hearing from Brittany but he thought it over and the blonde was making a good point.
"I understand, Brittany. I see now that it was a mistake to think you and Artie should be wed. You are ill-suited to each other and I don't wish for either of you to remain in this unhappy marriage. Artie, you are permitted to divorce Brittany."
"I agree, Zeus. Besides, perhaps this union is a good thing. It seems Brittany has softened Santana's brutal personality. We haven't had any bad wars for a while now." Circe chimed in and everyone else except for Hephaestus voiced their agreement.
"This is appalling! I don't know why I, a demure lady, have been called here to watch this highly inappropriate scene! However, even I must agree with Circe. Ares has not played pranks on me for weeks." Asteria muttered as everyone turned to look at the star goddess who was hiding her face behind her hands.
The Olympians were pleased that things had been more peaceful than they ever had now that Ares was distracted by a woman. Santana's face couldn't possibly be any redder than it already was as the group joked about how pussywhipped she was for the blonde goddess.
"Ohh girl! I got to get back to the ocean already. This is some piping hot tea!" Poseidon mused. "Where's my fucking trident?"
"Party at my place later, Y'all!" Dionysus announced. "I wish you cuties all the best with your sexy affair."
Artie sighed, realizing his defeat and decided to free the lovers who he had kinda felt like trapping there for eternity. When the net was finally removed, Santana hastily untangled herself from Brittany and threw on a robe.
"Santana? Wait!" Brittany cried out but Santana ran off, humiliated, all the way to Thrace, where she had been born, before the blonde could say another word after the others had left. The mocking from the other gods was almost too much for her to handle and of course, they thought it was even more hilarious when the god of war fled at full speed, red-faced after being caught defiling the love goddess. She glanced longingly in Brittany's direction before she left. Brittany sighed sadly, though she couldn't say she was surprised that Santana had let fear and her desire to preserve her reputation win her over.
Santana quickly realized how lonely she was in her palace in Thrace without the love goddess. Her bed felt cold without the warmth of Brittany cuddled against her at night and she yearned to hear her voice. There was no one she could talk to who cared as much as Brittany had when she whined about her dad issues or bitched about her enemies. There was no denying that she had fallen in love with the goddess, more than she ever thought possible. She swallowed her pride and decided she would confess to her love to Brittany.
On the way over to Olympus, she got into a nasty quarrel with Athena who got annoyed and threw another massive boulder at her, much to Santana's indignation.
"Please… Brittany… tell Brittany." Santana mumbled weakly, continuing to call the name of her lover in her delirious, pained state.
The young soldier, Alectryon who accompanied her in many of her battles, ran to Aphrodite's new palace she had moved into after her divorce from Hephaestus. She found an uncharacteristically melancholy looking Aphrodite alone and preening in front of one of her many mirrors and just wearing lingerie. The small brunette girl shouted to the divorced goddess in her high-pitched, shrill voice.
"Aphrodite! Quick, Ares has been wounded!"
"Oh no!" Brittany gasped, immediately throwing her makeup aside. As much as it saddened her that Santana had seemingly abandoned her after the gods had found out about their scandalous affair, Brittany would never be able to rest knowing that the war goddess was hurt. "Where is she?"
Brittany eventually found Santana who was groaning and reaching out toward her. The blonde lifted Santana and allowed her to lay her head on her lap.
"I guess we always meet like this…" Santana joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh, My Love… you have to be more careful."
"You're so good to me. I'm sorry, Brittany," Santana sighed, kneeling before her and humbling herself. Despite her injured state, she wanted Brittany to know the truth about how she felt. "I was a coward before when I ran away. The truth is that I have fallen in love with you. I didn't think it was possible to feel this way. If you will still have me… I want to be with you. I don't want us to ever have to hide our love again. Brittany… I love you for eternity."
Brittany beamed at her, throwing her arms around her neck with a happy squeal. Santana whimpered and Brittany kissed her forehead apologetically, realizing she had crushed her a little too hard when she was still injured. They both couldn't contain their joy when they realized that there was now nothing standing in their way of being with each other.
"Will you live with me in my palace in Thrace forever by my side, Brittany?"
"I would love to."
It wasn't long before Brittany had settled fully into Santana's majestic home in Thrace, bringing her incredibly rotund cat, along with all of her other cats, dolphins and unicorns with her.
"It feels different…" Brittany noted one day, whining when Santana pushed her down onto their bed and fondled her breasts. She hissed a little at the touch but didn't push her away. "Not so hard. They're sensitive."
"Are you okay?" Santana murmured softly, kissing her head apologetically. She felt so guilty. Her lover had never refused her advances before or shown any discomfort, so this was unusual. "Sorry, Love. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Brittany shook her head, pulling Santana's hands back to her breasts and closed her eyes with relief as Santana felt the weight of them in her palms.
"You didn't really and there's no need to stop. I just feel different."
"What do you mean?"
"I… I don't know. Please don't stop touching me. Mmm you're so hot when you're all sweaty from battle."
She proceeded to strip all of her clothes off and jump on Santana before she knew what hit her. Santana was confused by these changes to her lover's body but tried to be more gentle. Brittany seemed to constantly crave her touch at all hours now, even more so than normal and the warrior had no complaints about indulging her in it but she wondered what the cause of Brittany's constant lustfulness was. She was even more perplexed when she wrapped her arms around Brittany from behind and felt a swell on her usually flat, tiny stomach that she hadn't noticed before. Santana smoothed her palm over it, furrowing her brows.
"What's this?"
"I don't know. It never felt like this before."
"Your body is beautiful, My Love." Santana reassured her.
Santana didn't think too much of it as she liked Brittany's curvier body and simply spooned her from behind protectively, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing the back of her head. Brittany's slightly fuller breasts and fleshier hips were incredibly sexy to Santana, so it was not something that bothered her.
"Will you please get me yoghurt and honey. Oh and bread." Brittany suddenly asked in a tired voice in the early hours of the morning a few weeks later. Santana blinked in confusion, completely bewildered as this was the tenth time Brittany had randomly asked for foods but she would do anything to please Brittany so she went off into the night, searching for the items the blonde requested. Brittany kissed her sweetly when she returned with the items.
The normally energetic Brittany was constantly tired or dizzy now as well and Santana didn't know what to make of it all but she watched over the beauty while she rested. Other than her tiredness, lust and weird food cravings, Brittany was more blissful than Santana had ever seen her. There was a glow to the love goddess' hair and skin that made her look even more stunning. Santana herself was experiencing some major mood swings and nausea that she couldn't explain that were way worse than anything Brittany was going through.
She got her answer one night when she felt a tiny kick against her hand as she rested it against Brittany's belly.
"Oh." The blonde cried at the feeling. Brittany smiled at her softly as Santana's dark eyes widened in understanding. She pulled Santana's hand back to her stomach again and they both felt a strong fluttering sensation.
"I love feeling him move around."
"What is that?" Santana asked, then thought of something and sat up in a panic. "Brittany… When was the last time you bled… how many months?"
"Four months ago. It's our baby, Santana. I had been wishing I could carry your baby for some time. It has been my deepest wish. Perhaps I wished so much that I made it happen without realizing and I got pregnant accidentally."
"You're… you're pregnant?"
"Yes," Brittany wiped happy tears from her eyes. "I just found out. It's from that special night when we made love under the light of the moon. I think those symptoms you've been having are because of the connection between us."
Santana happily squealed and kissed her lover all over. She gasped in awe when she placed her hand on Brittany's stomach again and felt an answering flutter as she kissed her pale skin. She felt very excited and more protective of Brittany than she had ever been. As the couple were so deeply in love, the goddess created children with Santana who would be a combination of both of their genes.
Santana did most of the worrying for them both throughout the pregnancy, very overprotective over the blonde goddess while Brittany was placid and had complete faith. The blonde loved every moment of carrying a child. Santana felt a feeling of love come over her as she had never felt before when she felt her love's pregnant belly pressed against her own, flat one.
Several months later, Brittany gave birth to the first of several children, a sweet, dimpled and beautiful baby boy with golden wings called Eros (Love) who looked so identical to Santana with his bold, dark eyes and golden skin that it made Brittany melt whenever she saw him. Santana worriedly stroked the blonde's face, biting her lip as she held Brittany's hand while the goddess was giving birth. The birth was as easy and peaceful as the blonde's pregnancy, to Santana's relief and they smiled softly at each other when the tiny baby was placed in Brittany's arms.
This was followed by a little brother, Anteros (Love Returned), twin boys Deimos (Panic) and Phobos (Fear), then their youngest child, Harmonia (Harmony), not long after that. There was peace in the land as war found her heart and love found her strength.