Cauldrons of dark crimson blood graced the lower floor of the temple. Uneasy ripples broke the surface tension, waves of discord across the still warm fluid. Emerging from the blood, a raven haired woman, red dripped from her every curve, her nakedness shrouded in the darkness. Her hands slicked her tresses smoothly against her head, and she smiled.

She stepped from the giant pot, blood pooling at her feet as it flowed down her flesh. Creamy patches of skin surfaced from under the flood. Strong hands encircled her trim waist and feasted on the wet flesh of her neck. The young beauty pressed backwards against the strength of her Master. Her flesh began drying, the blood sticky to the touch. Her Master's hand prints marked across the front of her body. Her nipples showing the image of two large fingers on each one.

Her body tingled with excitement, having cleansed herself in the blood of his enemies and emerging further submissive to his will. Teeth marks now joined the growing markings on her body. She gave of herself freely and without reservation. She asked nothing in return but to be owned, to belong to him. And he did own her.

Her eyes widened as he grabbed a hand full of her hair and forced her to her knees. She put her hands forward to balance herself as she touched the floor. No sound escaped her lips. She wanted, needed, longed to be his plaything. She ached from head to toe, and she quivered. She was not scared of the looming God of War that now began taking liberties with her body. As he pressed his godhood into her, she arched her back to meet him.

Her head was pulled back as far as it would go, her back muscles tense. He growled and thrust harder into her, his free hand moving to the bend of her hip and pulling her back as he pushed forward. He listened for the slightest sound of disobedience, but he would not hear it on this night. She would follow him to the ends of the earth, worship his every move, give all she was to him.

As he neared his climax, he pulled away and flipped her onto her back roughly. His black eyes looked deep into hers. Her mouth slightly parted, her eyes glazed over, deep in her submission. He moved her arms quickly above her head, biting her nipples greedily when he neared them. He grinned and licked the blood from his lips. He wrapped his hands around her ankles tight enough to leave them bruised for several days. He pushed them up towards her face, bending her in half, and exposing her completely. A grimace across her face for a split second and then she licked her lips. He groaned, his member throbbing to the point of pain as he looked upon her. Never had he owned such a divine creature as she. She allowed him to own her and he knew it. Not even the God of War could own such a spirit against her will.

He positioned himself close to her, pressing her ankles closer to her face. He then thrust his large dew slick shaft deep into her tightest orifice. He began pumping in and out of her ass in long, fast strokes. She bit her lip hard, willing herself to keep silent. Sweat beaded up on her forehead and trickled back into her sticky hair. She watched his muscles ripple under his deeply tanned skin as he manipulated her body to his will.

The heat was building and she longed to reach between her legs and rub herself as he fucked her, but she pushed the idea away. She closed her eyes and focused on the fullness in her bottom as he moved in and out of her. She felt as if she was floating high above herself.

Again he pulled out of her, both of their climaxes halted. He pulled her ankles down and then grabbed her hair, pulling her to her shaky feet. She looked up into his face, awaiting his instruction. He bent down and kissed her roughly, his hot tongue darting into her mouth. She sucked on it, thirsty for his passions. He reached down, spreading her legs and thrusting two fingers deep into her. He pulled them out and began rubbing hard against her clit. She would have whimpered then, if her mouth hadn't been full. He stopped seconds from her climax, leaving her on quivering legs and worse off than ever.

The god pulled back completely from her and grasped her arm. He led her past the warm vats of blood, towards a small pool of cool water made from the waterfall cascading down the stone walls. He stepped into the pool, the water coming up to his waist. He reached up and brought her into the pool in front of him. The water immediately took on a pink tint as the dried blood mixed with its caressing waves.

He took her hands and placed them on his engorged member. She began dutifully massaging it beneath the cool waters, cleansing it thoroughly. She rubbed carefully, caressing his tight sack and causing him to moan. She delighted in this, and smiled brightly.

When he could take no more, he pushed her hands aside. He placed a strong hand upon her head and pushed her beneath the water. She never fought this action, submitting to even this. After a few seconds he allowed her to surface. Her hair and body was now creamy white again, teeth marks circling each nipple like body art. Small temporary symbols of her submission to him.

She slicked her hair back and brushed the water from her face. He gazed upon her beauty, satisfied in his possession. He lifted himself from the pool and sat on the edge. His feet dangled into the water and his godhood protruded from his lap like a beacon to her.

She looked up into his eyes and then waded closer. He took her head in his hands and pulled it towards his waist. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and he slid into it. He guided her head against his groin, shoving himself deeper into her throat each time. She swirled her tongue around him, tasting the clean, warm flesh.

He took her mouth as he did her other parts, hard and fast, building towards his climax. He let her head go and pulled her mouth away. A puzzled look entered her eyes. He pulled her dripping body from the water and laid backwards. He positioned her hips near his face, then pulled her wet body down upon his. Her hungry lips found his shaft again. As she began licking and sucking him once more, his tongue found it's way between the wet folds of her sex. She was quite literally dripping from the long teasing fashion of the evening. He drank the nectar from her swollen lower lips, biting and sucking the tender flesh into his mouth.

She moved her hips, pressing herself into his face. He slapped her bottom hard. In her excitement she had forgotten her total submission. The smack surprised her and reminded her of the place she was to be. She renewed her efforts on his body, feeling the throbbing of him inside her mouth. When he felt himself reaching the edge, he lifted her up and then stood.

She started to stand and he forced her to her knees. His fist firmly gasping her hair, he shoved his godhood into her mouth again. He pumped harder than ever, the woman barely able to take it all in. Another deep thrust, his hands on either side of her head, holding her there as he filled her throat. She swallowed his life giving fluid, the ambrosia of her submission.

He pulled away from her, kissing her briefly on the lips. He spoke to her now, the first words exchanged between them that evening. His ever exciting grin on his face, he whispered, "Exactly where you should be, on your knees before me, and begging for release, my love."

He disappeared with a flash of light, his laugh echoing off the cavern walls.