Miranda stood silently before the large black throne, her eyes
cast to the floor, awaiting her orders. His rough hand brushed across
her cheek and then tilted her head upwards.
"I have a very special task for you this evening, my sweet. You
are to entertain my best Warlord."
Miranda looked into his dark eyes. She blushed and whispered,
"How so, my Liege?"
Ares stood and pulled her body close to his, kissing her neck.
A soft moan escaped her lips. He pressed himself firmly against
her and whispered in her ear.
"You know exactly what I mean. I trust you will not fail me in
your task."
Miranda gasped and tried to pull back. Draco was a very handsome
warlord indeed, but Ares wanted her to....
"Master, I prefer not to...wouldn't you rather have one of the
dancing girls warm his bed this evening?" She was trying desperately
to find a good excuse. She had ached many times to feel Draco's
touch, but she did not wish Ares to know this.
Ares smiled down at his shy priestess. He knew her heart and all
the secrets it held. He knew her desires better than the woman herself.
He would be quenching her thirst as well as the hunger of his most
faithful soldier.
Miranda had been the prize he had requested, should he win the
current surge across the eastern lands. He had kept his bargain,
burning and pillaging in the name of Ares. Now Ares was to deliver
his reward. Miranda on a bed of delicate rose petals.
Miranda sank to her knees before the great god and pleaded to
keep company with him tonight. She was afraid of forgetting him
in the throngs of passion. She could scarcely keep her mind from
wondering to the tanned flesh stretching across the muscled chest
of Draco, even as she begged Ares to spare her. Suddenly she felt
his hand grasping a great bit of her hair, his fist pulling her
to her feet. She cried out in shock, tears springing immediately
to her eyes.
"I will have no argument from you, girl!" Ares glared down at
the trembling woman, lust and jealously in his black eyes. He prized
her greatly, and it took great pains on his part to share her at
all.
He wrapped one well muscled arm about her waist and dragged her
towards his quarters. He tossed her roughly across the bed and torn
the flimsy robes from her body. Miranda tried to protest, but her
voice was lost somewhere deep inside. She could do nothing more
than look on in dismay.
Miranda soon found herself flipped over, face deep in the fabric
of the linens. She drew in a sharp breath when she heard his belt
hissing from it's place around his chiseled waist. A sharp smack
landed across her bottom, the fire immediate. The situation had
hardly sank in before the leather made contact repeatedly against
her flesh. She squirmed and bucked her hips, raising up to meet
the hard lashes. The fire radiated across her body, igniting the
passion in her loins. Soon the blows were replaced with wet kisses,
Ares' tongue swirling across the reddened flesh.
Miranda cooed and raised further up, as his tongue swept along
her cheeks. She felt them part, and his tongue slipped between them.
Muffled moans erupted from her dry lips. She felt his hand wander
to the fleshy, swollen folds of her womanhood, slipping across the
hard nub there. Ares turned her over and buried his face in the
warm folds. Miranda wrapped her legs tightly around his neck. He
bit her hungrily, the pain causing a fresh wave of wetness, which
he lapped up quickly. She nearly cried when he pulled his face away,
leaving her teetering on the edge of eruption. He wiped his face
casually on his wristband and smiled down at her.
"I expect you have the proper motivation to do as you have been
told now. I will want a full report in the morning, my pet....and
a proper thank you, as well."
to be continued...
