Thread: In the Name of the Almighty - Chronicles of the Past (Razgriz x Karameida)

Nanaja Nanaja clenched her jaw shut as she strained against the warriors axe, their roles now reversed. They stared at each other in silence once more as she pushed against his strength, the rock behind her digging into her back and shoulders. Blood flowed down her arm and side, the blade biting farther into her hand, as his weapon pushed against her own weapon. She winced as he heaved against her before jumping back, she braced for another attack, instead he just stood there. His chest was rising and falling a little too quickly, her eyes traveled over him and her eyes came to rest on his codpiece and her eyes dilated slightly at the sight. She lowered her head slightly in an affirmative motion to his question. Of course I claim credit. No Female in her right mind would deny having such an affect upon a Male she wants. she said looking at him with an amused smile. However, his next words managed to remove the smile from her mouth as an expression of complete surprise registered in her gaze for the barest moment before being replaced with intrigued curiosity and of course, lust. Oh, sure, I'll show you... she said licking her lips. She had no intention of asking if he was sure, nor of regrets he might have. She was a deity of War and Lust and she wanted this beast of a Warrior and if he was going to literally offer himself up, she wasn't going to question it. She lowered her weapon the slightest bit as he had not lowered his at all. She took a step towards the male and slowly brought her weapon down a little more. If you want to learn about this.. she said closing the distance between them. Then this weapon must be put away. she said looking at the axe that had sliced her up over the eons. Placing her hand on the haft she lowered it I'll teach you all about this particular fire. she promised. Her eyes traveled over the bloodied, bruised beast of a Warrior before her. He certainly wasn't the most attractive being she'd ever had and yet she had never wanted anyone as bad as she wanted him. Raising her blade up she flipped it over and drove the blade into the ground and placed the now free hand on his chest. Splaying her fingers, she flexed them and moved the flat of her hand down over his chest, over the old and new wounds she'd given him in the course of their battle. While he didn't discard his weapon he did lower it, which was enough for the moment. With her hand still on his chest, she returned them to her own world. The humans gave the realm of the deities a name and thought they all lived there. It was far from the truth. Deities were far too self-absorbed to share space with one another, they each had their own realm in which they resided. Ares would not see the Realm in which the Akkadian Deity called home, however, he would be seeing her room and perhaps a few other places. Her grin widened as she stared at him, a little thrill shooting down her back. He had given her many firsts in battle and now provided one in bed. Do the treats never stop? she murmured. She drew one finger down to the band around his waist then down over the distorted codpiece. She pressed her hand down against the metal bit and his hardening manhood. Mmmh. Impressive...but not fully ready I see. she said licking her lips. Looking at his axe and then at him she raised her brow and wrapped her fingers around his wrist before turning around and pulling him along behind her. She led him through a large door and into another room that had a massive tub in the center of the room. Along the walls on each side were fountains that were pouring water into the tub, the air was slightly warm and hazy from the heated water, a soft feminine smell lingering in the room. Releasing his wrist and without turning around, she removed the armor that was left covering her arms and shoulders, tossing them to the side. Bending over in front of him she undid the straps on the leg armor that remained, tossing them to the side as well. She turned around and faced him, placing her hands on his shoulders she raised her leg and wrapped it around his waist, pulling his hips closer to her own. Reaching one hand down, she grabbed his free hand and guided it to the raised thigh. Touch, Ares. she said. She rolled her hips against the aroused and covered member, slowly and firmly. With his hand on her thigh, she let go of his shoulder and removed the armor covering her top, which was little more than an armored bra, tossing that away but keeping her armored underwear on. A little shiver coursed through her as the air slid across her slightly hardened nipples, her breasts mere inches from his bare chest. Her hand came up once more to rest on his chest, her nails digging ever so slightly into the skin before she clawed downward, rolling her hips against his armored arousal once more. She intended to have the fun in the bathtub to clear away the millenia of blood, dirt and sweat that clung to them but she first needed him to discard his armor and weapon and join her. Once cleaned, they could move back to the bedroom. No way was she going to settle for just once.