Ares (Greek God Of War) X Reader Oneshots.

Ares x Male!Satyr!reader.

Running for my life is not how I had imagined for my Sunday afternoon to go. Specifically from a minotour which was most likely hopped up on something. Panting and sweating is not my favourite thing in all life, especially when the minotour had tried and failed to swing at me. Oh when I tell you I prayed, I prayed to any and every god and goddess I knew of. Artemis, Hera, Hephestus, Hades, Poseidon. Hell!! Even Ares the god of war and bloodlust!! And this isn't even a proper fight.

Suddenly I tripped over a protruding root whitch had snagged hold and tangled with one of my hooves. I pulled and I tugged but it would just not come free. Soon enough the minotour had sought me out and I was sure enough dead. But, as I watched the creature raise its double sidded axe I closed my eyes and sent out one last hopefilled prayer to the last god I had prayed to; Ares. As I prayed with my eyes closed still anticipating the blow of cold, swift death. It never came. Out of pure curiosity I slowly opened my eyes and saw the minotour there. Dead. Laying infront of me on it's stomach. Arms out. Blood coating the forest floor it's deep crimson colour.

I looked further than the minotour and saw something I was not prepared for. The Great God Ares of War and Bloodlust. Standing there in all his blood stained glory, panting and sweating as of he had hurried here to save me. Little old me. A meaningless male satyr who could be replaced in an instant.

He walked over to me and knelt right beside me. My eyes never leaving his sexy armour clad body. He just cupped my face with one hand and looked me over, checking for injuries. "My poor darling." He said as he used his sword to chop down on the roots which were imprisoning me. I jump out of fright since we had been staring off into eachothers's eyes, "my apologies my darling." He said as he picked me up bridal style. I had neved thought that the god of war woulf be so........ Calm. I thought he'd be like his name. War-like and angry all the time.

He walked for a few minutes just holding me, the thing was. He was carressing my backside as well. Gripping and gropping it like there was no tommorrow. I had to strain to keep my boner not visible and my voice in check.

Once we had reached his chariot which was pulled my the four most beautiful horses I had ever seen. We took off with Ares still playing with my behind.

Soon enough he had managed to spank my ass and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I let out the most lewd moan that would put Zeus's sex life to shame.

Ares just looked at me like I had cured him of a sickness. Once he regained his bearings he slamed his lips down on to mine, I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. He snapped the reigns of his horses and the picked up speed. The kiss was broken to gain more oxygen when I asked "where are we going?". He only tilted my head up and started to attack my neck with kisses and love bites. "To my temple home. So that I may ravish you as I see fit and make you my cock sleeve, wife." I swear to Zeus had I been standing on my own my knees would have buckled underneath me.

"My lord, My lord, that feels amazing." I said as his kisses went lower and lower until he kissed the tip of my erect cock. I moaned a little as he came back up as we landed infront of a wonderful monument. "You had better be ready when I return, because then you my sexy little satyr wife will be begging for me to stop" he said as we entered the most lavish bedroom. He sat me down on the bed and kissed me one final time until he left the room once again.

Immediately I started to ready myself as well. I tamed my fur and took out any twigs or leaves. I checked my hooves over as well. I then turned my head to look at a mirror and saw that here was a magnificent floor to ceiling mirror one one side of the room, I got up and walked over to it to see the hickeys and marks that my new apparent husband had inflicted.

Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Ares, however without clothes and without armour and without his weapon. He was seriously going to have sex with me? A satyr? No less a male? He smirked at me knowing that my boner was there as he showed the rest of his body. There was bothing. No clothes. Just him and his 13 maybe 14 inch erection walking over to me. He stood right infront of me, I looked him over and oh how badly I wanted to touch him. The top of my head came up to just below his stone like pecks god how I wanted to kiss him again and spread my legs to welcome him.

He raised his hand and cupped my cheek, I leaned into the touch and gently held his wrist with both my hands to kiss his palm. I looked back up to him and saw that he was more that ready, however I had to make a piece of information known to him. "My darling husband, I have never slept with anyone. So I request that you be gentle with me please? That is all I ask of you my beloved Ares." I said, trying to make sure that I could possibly walk tommorrow morning. He only smiled at me, picked me up, walked over to our bed and said "no promises my lovely wife." And like that.

The night began........

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