Independent Greek Myth blog for Ares/Mars, the Greco-Roman god of war. Open to crossovers, multi-pantheon, familiar with PJO. Note: This blog is a SIDEBLOG. Follow backs will come from wingedankles.
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Ares smirked, watching Brent continue at his cock, feeling the pleasure it gave the mortal. He raked his fingers through Brent’s hair, then brushed his cock along the human’s face when he pulled off.
“Good,” he said. The god reached down and grabbed Brent by the jaw, pulling him up to standing. “Because you are going to be mine when this is over. You’ll be one of my lovers. I’m making you live in my realm and I will fuck you senseless whenever I please.”
The god ground his rock-hard shaft against Brent’s stomach. “But first, I want to see you cum. Then I’m going to ram you.”
It wasn’t as much as him being a deviant in such matters as much as he did not care about what anyone has to say about it. If he was attracted to something- which was rare, he did not bother to stop himself. His own chaotic energy was attracted to this god of war, and nothing seemed as pleasing at the moment as making sure the other was properly sated. Hearing his words only drove him further to his own climax, which was rather surprising but he invited it the same.
He can’t really talk at the moment, however tempting it was to reply to each of his questions. His knees started to hurt slightly from being in the position too long, along with the cheek muscles. He shook his head ‘no’ while Ares’s burgeoning, pink tipped cock was deep in his mouth. His hand worked to massage the scrotum, when he moved his head back, “I only want to practice this on you.”
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"Ares?" [[thepaphianqueen]]
“Yes, my love?” Ares looks up.
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“I told you to cum!” Ares snarled and slammed Pan against the wall, pounding him over and over again. “Cum!”
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Character Name: Hermes/Mercury Faceclaim: Max Emerson Character Age: Very, very old Greek, Roman, or neither? (If neither, specify): Both Godly parent (if applicable): Zeus and Maia Magical items/powers: All the godly powers associated with being the god of travel, invention, trade, wealth, luck, tricksters, and thieves Group ties/relationships: Olympians, his kids, etc. Bio: Hermes is one of the major deities of the Olympian pantheon. He’s the messenger of the gods, as well as the patron deity of trade, wealth, travel, athletics, invention, thieves, and tricksters. The god spends most of his time making deliveries for the other gods of the Greek/Roman pantheon. When he’s not running errands, he’s exploring or playing pranks on both gods and hapless mortals.
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“What, Loki?” Ares glowered.
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thought you would found me cover in blood interesting.
Ares is on her in a heartbeat, kissing her, licking the blood off her skin.
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Send in sexy pictures of your Muse to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts..
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“But I like to surprise you,” Ares said, stretching his muscular frame. “And I want you to myself inside.”
"Ares." Pouted Aphrodite.
“Yes, my beloved?”
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"Ares." Pouted Aphrodite.
“Yes, my beloved?”
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Ares’ eyes flashed wickedly. His dark gaze looked down at the mortal, smirking.
“You look good on your knees before me,” he taunted. “My cock in your mouth. Do you like that, mortal? Are you content to be a god’s sex toy?”
The god of war put his hand on Brent’s head, a firm grip holding the man steady. He began rocking his hips, thrusting his shaft in and out of Brent’s mouth. The muscles on his frame stood out, sharp in the light, every bit of his perfect physique on display.
“You’re quite good at this,” he grunted, rocking harder. “Do you practice often?”
Brent didn’t understand when exactly he wanted to please someone so much. Most of the time he could care less what someone wanted. But Aries was not just a someone, right? He stroked when he needed him to do so, feeling the veiny, leathery hardness and to an extent was not surprised with it’s largess. Yet there was a slight unease in how he was going to be able to take him. Though the discussion was not done on who was going to be giving, he was well aware that out of the two despotic men, the other was a little more commanding so it was blatantly obvious who. The moment he was grabbed, he felt air forced out of his lungs, assaulted with pleasure in ways he had never been before. Aries knew what he was doing, and he would be his for as long as he wanted.
A slow inhale, he looked up in a slight fear that he would not do so well. He never did this before, but how difficult can it be? Licking his lips, he widened his mouth wide and at first tasted him. Strange, but tasteful. He didn’t know it was possible to take all of him, for he’d never seen something his large much less fit into his mouth, but he did and felt victorious. He put his hands at work too, for he knew how a man was pleased and therefore he rubbed the area that connected the shaft to his hips. The slightest pressure was put with his tongue as he swirled it around, not realizing he was sucking harder than he should be. But he can’t help it, he desired him too much and somewhat lost his senses.
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