Four full moons had moved across the night sky since Aphrodite's first encounter with Ares. The goddess of love was starting to feel antsy. No one, in her decades of life had refused her advances - or even could resist her gaze.
The anticipation was reaching its peak. When the heat between her thighs would grow became uncontrollable she would take a quick look oto Mount Olympus; into Ares' chamber and observe the youngs gods' coming and goings.
As Aphrodite gazed into her mirror; the gold handle gripped in her palm, and envisioned her target. Rippling abdomen, chiseled jawline, piercing emerald - silver eyes . . . .
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Sounds of deep grunting were heard from the mirror. Aphrodite opened her eyes to find a vision of Ares, sharpening his weaponry. His bare chest and bulging vines only stoked the fire of her loins. With one last summoning attempt, Aphrodite brought her flushed face closer to the mirror and began to softly sing a melody - a siren song.
Ares felt his ears tingling, believing that it was just the wind, he ignored it. However, the tingling turned to a whisper and then a song. the song was iry in tone, and his heart continued to hum faster. Similar to the last time he encountered that bronze goddess, Aphrodite. Her plump lips, cascading auburn hair, and long golden legs.
He could invision those legs wrapped around his torso as the two of them became entangled in the sheets. Now his loin was beginning to heat and the only thought in his war-centric mind was getting the goddess of love in his chambers.
The song was becoming more and more intoxicating as the time went on.
It was not often that Aphrodite left her oasis for the silken comfort of her villa a top a hill. This occasion was special, she was expecting an important visitor. The aroused goddess perched herself on the bed in the most favorable position. Golden silk fabric adorned her body, rose oils wafted in the wind and all that was left - was to wait.
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Ares entered her villa seemingly already knowing where to go. As he approached the foyer, a nymph greeted him meekly directing him to the goddesses boudoir. The smell of her only made him stiffen in his uniform. And there she lay a vision in tapestry- her face neutral.
"Finally come to join me?" Aphrodite smiled as her flirtation worked in a small degree.
"Well," Ares crossed the room, approaching the jug of wine she had prepared "you have been calling for me." tilting his head back as he finished the cup "Have you not?"
