#battle-lust

Questions you still don't have an answer to.

“Yeah, Friday at eight sounds perf-- Hey!” Aurora had almost made a date, until someone snatched her phone away from her ear. Turning to see who it was, she rolled her eyes when she saw him pressing the ‘End Call’ button. “Ar-Adrian! Just what do you think you’re doing? Give that back!”

“Ares! Ares! Ares!” Eileithyia called out to her older brother as she ran up to him. “Will you please play with me? I`m bored and Hebe is still having her lesson.”

“Did you bring them?” Aphrodite sat up on her couch, her face lighting up as she saw him enter, trying and failing to stand under the weight of her swollen belly, sinking back into the cushions when she realized she was too big to even stand on her own. For days, she had craved the sweet, deep-fried cakes she used to get back in Cyprus, but Ares could only visit so frequently. She knew she could send someone else... but ever since her first pregnancy, with Eros, she had always sent Ares to get them. It felt wrong to have anyone else do it, even if she was married to someone else now. “Did you get my enkris?”

Nicknames the other: Ares. Mainly just ‘Aph,’ or ‘Ro’, but he’s more likely to call her something other than her name.

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             why in the world did she let myka talk her into these situations? was she really so damn susceptible? lennox didn’t think so, yet, here she is, bent over the side of a hot tub, bubbles from the jets rolling all around her while someone she literally met a few days ago is buried balls deep inside of her from behind. lennox doesn’t want to admit how thrilling it is, how good he feels, fucking into her, her body taut and coiled tighter than a bow string with every thrust he makes. his hands are everywhere, gliding over her pale, wet skin, and her own are curled against the edge of the tub, having lost the fight with her bikini top, which is now lost to the rolling water leaving her breasts to sway with every hard thrusts and her nipples to peak even harder against the cool night air kissing her skin. her only saving grace is that, somehow, there seems to be no one else around, because lennox can’t even imagine living down that embarrassment. it’s bad enough she hears herself begging for more, to be fucked harder, to the male behind her as she turns her head to peer back at him, cheeks flushed, pink lips parted in a heavy moan.