"What are you doing?" Ares' dark voice came through. Athena was definitely putting on a show for him and at the back of his mind he could not deny she was extensively beautiful.

"I want to ask you for something, Ares."

He liked it. The sound of his name on her lips. Not Swine, not Whoremonger, and definitely not Pig or Dog. There sparked inside him the desire to hear his name from her again.

"Anything." Ares was surprised, mortified even, to hear himself say a word which clued submission. It was as if hypnosis had taken him over, at the sight of her brilliant silvery eyes that looked at him… hungrily.

Athena moved closer until she was enough to block his view, she spread her arms on either side of Ares, locking him, before rising just so her breasts were enough to keep his attention. The King's lips were agape, staring at the pretty cleavage that was solely for his spectacle to enjoy. It was his first to notice her teats may lack robustness but were pink and supple and perky. Athena was decades centuries younger than him, and possessed a lithe body still fresh, still unused to someone's benefit, but with him he knew it wouldn't take too long to remain that way.

"Loyalty."

Athena whispered before taking Ares' face between her palms and kissing him gently on the lips. She tasted the wine that lingered, before parting their faces to meet his red orbs. She could feel the warming of his face, and could almost hear the loudening heartbeats although it was confusing she could not tell whose was getting louder.

That had been her first kiss in thousands of years.

Ares heaved a sigh and closed his eyes when his wife gently placed her lips near his ear. Needless to say his manhood was already at full hard length even before she removed her tunic. The same animalistic drive spread across his skin but no, he took hold of himself. He only raved to see her defeated below him, to inflict a pain she was never accustomed of, and this time he wanted her in a different way he couldn't have imagined. No rage, no anger, only pure sensual pleasure.

"Ares I need you," Athena whispered hotly, and the words tasted like bile on her throat. She hated herself for this, for being such a harlot to the god she never would imagine having to goad. Still in her mind the haunting words of Euryale echoed. Heed the words of a serpent.

"I need you to sever your ties with Aphrodite; whatever it is you have with her. I want you gone from her. I want us to do this," She spoke on, putting Ares' hands on the small of her back. Despite the irk that crept in her whole being she firmed herself. She had nothing in her body to hide from Ares anymore, does she.

"You shall not take another lover, deity or mortal. Your whoremongering days are over, I ask this of you."

Athena felt Ares backed with her words and he looked at her squarely, smirking. "Now wouldn't that be unfair?" He scoffed, not a hint of guilt nor denial in his manner of speaking and Athena wanted to slap him there and then. "I am made for… cunts," he jeered, "Next to wine and wars, I am driven by women…" He lowered his hands to either sides of her full buttocks, giving her a tight squeeze that could have made a giggling virgin girl squeal, "By these and…" one hand pried towards her naked swollen nub, making her swallow, "This."

The Queen inhaled sharply, and to Ares' surprise she moved above his hips so her sensitive folds were touching his edge. He sighed in an agonizing frustration, wanting to tear her limbs apart.

"I am yours to take, Ares," Athena looked down at him, at the way his eyes burned and his teeth bit on his lower lip as she reluctantly lowered herself on him. She slid her wet palm on his cheek and watched the surprise that took him over as she gripped a hand on his jaw all the while pushing and pulling herself off his throbbing length, never taking her eyes off his: "And you are mine."

Ares could not resist the curling of his lips to a mischievous smile. For the first time he saw her a Queen, his equal and not a rival, his own flesh and blood. Never had he been aroused so fully by words. She kissed him again gently, teasing him, tearing his ego and baring himself on her. Still she spoke on his lips with closed eyes and hips that continued to swallow him whole.

"You're mine, Ares, you…" she allowed a rasp to escape her throat as Ares picked up his pace and held her in place, "You belong to me, not her… not anyone else, ahh – "

"Say it again," He hissed, unable to control the desire that was threatening to break him. Athena had the reaction she wanted, "You heard me."

"Oh no I didn't," Ares gripped her hair and pulled down so he could lick the length of her neck. She tasted like war, like the beast he had always wanted her to be. The water around them could curdle from such source of heat between two immortals bending each other's pride.

Suddenly Athena halted, sending Ares' eyes to fly open in revolt. "Don't you dare stop!"

"You weren't paying attention."

"I was! Now keep going!" He commanded between bared teeth and a tighter grip on her hair. Athena stared down at the red gems, quickly releasing him. "Fine." She was half-smiling at the sight of his ashen face as she pulled off of his grip and stepped off the pool. Like a hurricane Ares was immediately behind her and grabbed her tightly by the arm, "Where do you think you're going?"

Athena looked at the aching grip before giving him a sly stare, "To where you can take me,"

It need not take minutes before the Queen was thrown to the King's bed. Ares put his weight on her and hungrily crushed his mouth on hers. This was something Athena had never anticipated, the monster in Ares that had always been her boogeyman; his insatiable thirst, and she had begun regretting drying the deserts for him.

Ares looked down on her, sending the familiar tendrils of fear between every vein in her body. His body was hard, all muscles and testosterone.

"Loyalty," he smirked, "Oh but this has a great price." He placed a finger on her lips, "Now let me offer you my terms. That I be rewarded with every good deed, that you ought to give yourself like the Queen you are to me, because I want you." He lowered himself between her breasts and inhaled as if they were the only fragrant things in the universe, "I want to break you, that had been my greatest fantasy," he lowered again to the soft white stomach.

"Stop." Athena commanded condescendingly, but Ares was deaf. You don't dare...! She watched in horror as he slowly and teasingly licked her thigh and smirked before taking her warm heat into his mouth.

"Stop!" She tried to kick, "I said sto—argh!" she threw her head back and her body was crawled over with spasms she had never felt before, making her toes curl and her lips part with...want. A strange coil wound tighter and tighter deep in her stomach, cutting her breath and earning a thumping pressure on her throat. Her chest heaved and beads of sweat started to form on the cavity between her breasts. She felt his hands behind her thighs and she let out a groan when he parted her legs wider to have his tongue reach deeper.

Ares knew too well. When he sucked, her hips lifted on their own as if surrendering to his charm. When he licked and dug his tongue in, she was almost crying, and her fingers were clutching angrily at the sheets. But she, little by little, delved on the feat that she was welcoming this feeling. She bit her lower lip to stop the moans that were filling her throat. And the more she did, the more he threatened to plow on her.

He knew her restraints, and in his mind he was grinning pleasantly. He will have her betray herself. A little more twist of the tongue, a little more pressure, a little more nibbling and he will have her under his spell.

Her hand clutched on his hair and he was victorious. He bit gently and heard her gasp when he inserted his fore and middle finger on her wetness. He was drawn by how moist she had been, and decided he won her over.

Athena tasted blood when she felt her nipple between his teeth. When his fingers released her and his hardness took over, she anticipated the stinging pain. Instead, there was none. There was only pure pleasure and greed that grazed between her legs and sent her mind in an explosive bliss. Her breast ached on his mouth, but the other between his fingers throbbed with relish. And the combination almost drove her insane.

He moved in and out without rest, slow then fast, then slow again, his breaths sounded thick against her neck and with every pound her velvet walls started tightening around him. Ares crushed his lips into her mouth over the pleasure as his Queen gripped a handful of his wet dark hair.

Athena was overwhelmed with pure hatred. When she welcomed his tongue squirming against hers, she loathed herself. When she kissed his shoulders, dug her fingernails behind him, and wrapped her legs around his hips, she protested. When her lips caught his stiffened breaths and moans as he sped up, she waged war on her mind. And when she felt him slow down as his seed pulsed within her, she wept in self-defiance.

And while she wept, she froze too, when he stirred beside her, covered her nakedness with the furs and above it, draped his arm across her waist like any regal husband would have done.

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! So here's something I really don't know if it's worth the read but I hope you'd just be patient. Still juggling between work and kids. Please don't forget to include your suggestions for the story too! Thanks.