Chapter Thirteen

The wind blew some luck in my direction
I caught it in my hands today
I finally made a tricky French connection
You winked and gave me your ok
Moonlight Feels Right
Starbuck

Ares and his new bevy of beauties were led to a large bedroom within the palace upon seeing the ladies inside and looking them up and down as they passed him Ares locked the door.  It had been a very long time since he’d engaged in any activity such as this and he was a bit nervous as the ladies lounged on the bed and the floor waiting for him to come to them.  The God of War gave up his harem almost a decade ago, he grinned a wicked little grin as he looked at the women before and noted there were eight; one for year he’d been chaste.  This lot was as sneaky as they were beautiful. Calla was right six of them had taken advantage of Nicholas and they should pay the price for that. Up until she spoke today he had no idea Jackson had been unfaithful and now those two women were also offered up to him.

With a long slow stride Ares walked purposefully across the room which was similar to the throne room with its deep purple carpeting matching the covered and curtains on the heavy four post bed and large arched windows. Wondering just which one he was going to grace with his growing cock first he undid the buttons on the white linen shirt and dropped it to the floor exposing his brawny and very masculine chest to those awaiting his touch.  He thought he’d make an educated decision on that one. “Show me.” Ares ordered as he settled down sideways in the nearest chair with his long strong legs hanging over the side. Before him the women stripped off their clothing tossing tops and skirts to a heap on the floor.  Now he understood about the young dark haired one who also happened to be the least pierced among the long legs, curvy thighs and waiting breasts. “You,” he called out to her, “come here.”  Naked and with only one pierced nipple to catch the sunlight cascading in from the tall arched windows she came to him and stood in front of him. “Relieve me.” He looked down at the slacks still around his waist and the shoes on his feet.  Gazing past her as she bent to her knees he took in the other waiting women. “Feel free to play amongst yourselves until I get over there.” Lifting his hips slightly from the cushioned seat so the girl could remove his slacks Ares settled down once more to watch the seven women begin caressing and kissing each other and as they did their combined scents rose in the air and wafted over to him.  Ares breathed it in as he gazed down at the girl waiting between his legs and staring at his growing cock.  “You know what to do with that, girl?”  The girl nodded but her head didn’t descend so Ares snatched out his hand, grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her mouth over it.  When she started to choke he grinned and pushed her head down a little further.  If the only man she’d ever had was Jackson, as the nipple piercing would suggest then she was in for a great surprise.  No, he couldn’t use it all which was a shame in Ares’ eyes but then again this was still a diplomatic affair and killing any one of them would be looked upon poorly.  That didn’t mean he wouldn’t get all he could from them.

The girl between his legs was strictly a novice but he’d have her well trained by the end of the day.  He yanked her head away and put her hand around his shaft. “Do it right,” he demanded.  The women across the room all looked in his direction at the commanding sound of his voice.  They watched as he showed her how to pump her hand up and down while sucking on the cock between her lips. Those among them who were more experienced got a look at that shaft and wondered if they were up to the challenge those less experienced wondered how much it was going to hurt, especially the one bobbing her head up and down between his legs. She couldn’t believe she was going to be asked to take THAT into her. 

Not finding much pleasure in the act she was so ineptly performing for him he reached down and hauled her to her feet. Ares licked her in one long line from the flat of her stomach up to the ring on her nipple and then pulled at it with his teeth. She gave a little cry as the piercing was still very new and sore.  Still slumped sideways in the chair he made her climb up and over him, Ares planted his knee in her back before she could settle down. Now each of her thighs was on either side of his head. Grabbing her hips he pulled her forward to take in a deep breath as his nose buried in the soft patch between her legs and his tongue lashed out to take his first taste.

So long since the taste of a woman had rolled on his tongue or the scent of her filled his head.  That long moist tongue slid further into her and was followed by a very large finger. The girl let out a deep moan and released sweet droplets of dew.  One hand working her insides he ran the other over her young supple breasts. The girl put one foot on the armrest and nuzzled the other knee into the back of the chair near Ares’ head to keep her body steady for him. Another finger slid into her and she welcomed its entry with a grunt.  With his face buried so he hadn’t noticed the other women making their way over to them. It wasn’t until he felt the welcome sensation of a new mouth closing down around his throbbing shaft that he saw them. Opening his eyes and looking over to the right he saw one woman with sandy hair buried between the legs of another woman with blonde hair. Right at eye level she pleased the woman orally as her fingers explored her insides.  Above him some of them reached out for the girl riding on his whiskers they caressed her breasts and moved her up and down on him. Their hands ran between them over his chest and arms while others ran up and down his long legs.

Suddenly Ares, exiled and left behind for so many years, was a God once more.

**

Nicholas went to the laboratory where Annie was hunched over a microscope and talking to a group of female doctors. “Hey, baby.”

She looked up and saw him standing there. “Nick!” Annie threw her arms around him and kissed him long and deep.  She’d been standing there the last few minutes finding it very hard to concentrate on the samples in front of her because there was an annoying tingling between her legs. Annie thought that Daniel must have returned from the mountain and he and Calla were at it again.  After her frustrations of last night and the last few months Annie needed a good lay and here was the man of her dreams to give it to her. “Take me out of here.” She whispered in his ear.

**

Daniel Jackson stood at the top of Mount Cernunnous when he suddenly felt all the hairs on his body stand on end. He looked off down the mountain toward the town below realizing he had a ragging hard-on.  “Xerinium,” Daniel muttered and shook his head. “Nick and Annie must have gotten back together.”  The thought made him happy but it didn’t sit well in his mind or his heart. They must be having one grand old time for Daniel to be able to feel it this far away from wherever they were.

It didn’t take him long to find the cave on the top of the mountain. As Ares said it wasn’t a big place and was little more than a rock jutting up toward the sky.  With some trepidation Daniel wandered inside. “Hello?” He called out in a sing-gong voice. “Anybody home?”  Shining the flashlight before him he saw nothing more than dusty old rock.  It had a flat floor and was a good size for holding two people for a day or so other than that there was nothing remarkable about this place. Not even a glyph or pictograph on the walls greeted his well-trained eye.  He wandered all the way to the back of the cave and shone the light though the cracks in the rock. It did go back further but just how far he couldn’t tell and he doubted that anything bigger than a mouse could even get back there.

Maybe he should have listened to Ares.  This trip seemed like a total waste of time.  Just as he was about to turn away something moved behind the rocks and blocked out his light for a millisecond. “Hello?” Daniel called in a louder voice. “Is someone back there?”  Then he uttered the cliché of all clichés in his line of work. “I come in peace.”  As soon as he said it he held his breath and waited for whoever was on the side of the wall to reply; and you go in pieces.

There was nothing but silence.  He tried moving some of the dust and smaller rocks aside but could see anything other than shadow and more rocks beyond the tiny opening he was able to make.  Maybe it was just an animal who’d somehow found another entry.  With that happy thought he wandered out of the cave taking a good last look around and again seeing nothing of any interest.  Daniel wandered around the top of the mountain, climbed to the very top of the bald jutting rock and looked down.  On the other side, buried deep within the cliff-face, was a hole large enough for two men to fit through.  The climb down wasn’t going to be easy and Daniel saw few places to use as foot and hand holds for his descent.  It wasn’t any good going down and trying to come up the other side either as the far side of the mountain was even rockier than the picturesque side which looked down upon the town below him.

Standing up here with the cold winds blowing over him he felt that sexual energy from all around him.  It washed over him with the breeze with the passionate touch of a new lover.  There was more to it there was a lustful animal quality to it and Daniel could smell Ares’ scent on the wind.  “Impossible,” Daniel reminded himself.  Maybe Ares did give in to the effect of the Xerinium in some fashion but he wasn’t down there putting it to Calla. The Old Wolf couldn’t if he wanted to and still possessed the proper equipment.  Wishing he’d brought a longer length of rope with him Daniel made a hole in the rock at his feet and anchored one end of the rope to the clip and the other to his belt. He looked over the side and saw the rope fell about four feet short of the very small landing just in front of the opening.  If he missed it when he let go of the rope he’d fall somewhere near five hundred yards straight to the waiting arms of a stand of rocks.  Grabbing hold of the rope and throwing himself over the side of the cliff Daniel began his descent.

**

President John Watson made his way back to Earth through the Stargate while Calla, D’Sila and Nibor looked on.  With the President of UCOE safely through to the other side Calla began what she had no doubt be boring a trip through the town of Seradeschon.  This, she was told, was the holiest city on all of Sengul. Daniel had told her these people believed themselves descended from Guinevere and Arthur and so Calla had no doubt she was about to hearing more of that continuing saga as they set off on their tour of several places of worship and museums. She had a terrible headache and all she was really wanted to do was lie down in a cool dark place but she’d get through this and soon the trip would be over.

Exiting the place where the Sengul Stargate was kept Calla felt the prickles of energy around her and smiled.  Ares was having a good time with his new lady friends. She hoped he left his mark on most if not all of them. They deserved it.  Holding up the hem of her heavy dress she climbed into the white carriage waiting for them. The sun was bright and she turned her eyes and face away from it only to see the sight of someone dangling off the side of the mountain beyond. “Daniel?” She gasped. “What in God’s name is he doing?” All she could do was watch the teeny silhouetted figure precariously making its way down something she couldn’t really see but knew it was a length of rope just the same.

Sovereign Nibor and Vedic D’Sila followed her gaze and looked at each other with questioning expressions.  “What does he expect to find there?”

Fear and panic pulling at her heart knowing there was nothing she could do if he should fall Calla watched him as he did just that. Daniel let go of the rope she couldn’t see and then   fell a short distance to a plateau that was so small it was little more than a sliver.  Then he disappeared into the rock.

With tightly pursed lips Vedic D’Sila turned to Calla. “He seems very agile.”

The moment of panic and fear began to subside. “And quite capable.” Calla added as her heart began to slow to a more normal pace. She had no idea what he was looking for but it seemed he’d found it.  Later on Daniel would tell her all about it. “Shall we continue?” All she wanted to do was get this Grand Diplomatic Tour over and done with so she could go home. The sooner the better but not too soon, if wouldn’t be very polite to interrupt Ares when he was engaging in so many delightful pleasures. This, of course, was part of her problem and why she wanted to leave the planet.  So long he’d gone without and for a reason she didn’t understand; sex was as much as part of her as it was Ares and had been her Mother, Aphrodite.  Long denied but now unchained his raw energy pervaded the town of Seradeschon like a heavy fog.  Not one that crept in silently but rather one that had rolled off the seas swift and dangerous as it enveloped all in its path blocking out everything else in the entire world. The many women around her had an extra big of oomph in their strut and bright devilish sparkle in their eye.  Calla held back a snicker as she wondered how long it would before some of them were simply masturbating in the street!

Vedic D’Sila drew in a deep breath almost as though she could take in the energy around her and let it fill her. “Yes, let us begin.”

**

“What’s wrong, Nick?” Annie asked as she rolled over onto her side and gazed up at him letting the sheet fall away from her naked body.

“I don’t know,” Nick shook his head as he looked down at her ready and waiting. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, caress her and cover her with kisses but every time he got close he just anted to throw up. His stomach jerked and his heart ceased. Every time he tried to get hard his dick just crawled up inside him like a frightened child.  “It’s this place.” Nick offered. “It’s not you, I love you.”

Yeah, this place.  Couldn’t he feel that intense energy around them?  It had been months since they made love and she’d been patient but if he’d gotten it up for a bunch of Sengali women then he could do the same for his wife.  Annie sighed and rolled over on her back bringing the sheet around her. “Your parents must be having a good time.” She remarked with jealousy.

“That’s not my parents; that’s my Grandfather.” Nick snorted and got out of the bed to jump back into his khakis and zip them up.  What the hell was the Old Man up to and, more importantly, what was he doing it with? Ares wasn’t supposed to be capable of having sex but that didn’t seem to be stopping him at the moment. As far as Nick knew, Xerinium wasn’t known for restoring ones manhood in full. When he left the palace Ares and Calla were together.  “Whatever he’s doing he better not be doing it with my Mother.” He grumbled through gritted teeth.  Suddenly Nick realized he wasn’t just angry he was steamed, he was irate! Worse than that, his dick was finally standing at attention.  He looked Annie over with a keen eye toward giving her what she wanted but then grabbed up his shirt.

Annie sat up quickly as she saw him bolt for the door. “Where are you going?”

“To find that old wolf.”

**

The Old Wolf was in his glory as he laid sprawled on the bed with eight women crawling all over him.  Not a single centimeter of his well-kept body went untouched, unkissed, unlicked or otherwise unattended to. His only complaint would be this bizarre ritual of catching his spew in a Xerinium cup rather than letting him complete the act in the way he would prefer.  Three times now they had stopped him from cumming inside one of them. Twice they’d forcibly pushed the woman on top of him aside denying him the best part of the orgasm. He’d had enough of that and he pushed the women away from him as he sat up and looked them over.  The older ones were turning out to be better than the younger ones on many levels.  While he’d played with the one Calla told him to make suffer he’d yet to take her. Instead he was quietly enjoying the expressions on her face as the other women around her pleasured him.  “You.” Ares reached out and grabbed a sandy haired woman by the arm. She had deep brown eyes and six piercings that he could see which meant a seventh waited between those thighs.  “On your knees, it’s your turn.” His eyes scanned the group again and he picked out two more to lay down next to the woman who was now on her knees with her ass in the air waiting for his entry. Ares grabbed a stack of pillows and stuffed them under her to keep her up where he wanted her. Sliding in between those legs he found her wet and waiting as he pushed his way into her. The woman sucked in a harsh breath as her body tightened, Ares only regret wasn’t he couldn’t see her flinch.   The two at her side, two he hadn’t had yet, looked over at her with a mix of wonder and wanting. They would not go wanting for long. Reaching down on either side of him he pushed their legs apart and masturbated them with the same rhythm he was fucking the woman between them. Two women behind him ran their hands all along his electrified body. Their breasts pushed against his back and his sides while their tongue worked his neck and their fingers ran wild. Yet, there were still three lovely ladies going without any attendance at all. Ares had them settle over the heads of the women below him and he watched with molten desire as he surged in and out of the woman below him.

Yes, they would all know his name and they would never forget it.

Dark onyx eyes scanned the writhing heap of womanly flesh and took in every sigh and expression of their combined lust.  He stopped to watch one of the women on his right who had the face of the other woman on his right buried between her legs, her young breasts swayed as her hips rocked and she ran a hand through her own blonde hair. Just past her something caught his eye. Another of those Xerinium statues stood on the nightstand over there but it was not Brigid and it was not Cernunnous. Lost in the heat his unfocused eyes realized it was him. Jackson was right.  Not only was it Ares but the statue was larger than the majority of the rest of them by at least double.  On the other nightstand stood a statue of Guinevere.  He smiled as he remembered the nights of long ago when they were wrapped up in each other’s arms and lost in each other’s passion. Both statues were posed with one arm extending out to the side and their placement suggested they were reaching out to one another.

Nearing his fourth climax Ares began to growl and his thrusts came faster and harder along with his breath.  He stopped masturbated the other two and his hand clamped down around the woman’s hips.  The two behind him pushed him to the side and out of her only to catch the spew in the damn cup again. Angrily he grabbed it from their hands. “Why don’t you let me finish the proper way?” He snapped.

One of the women grabbed the cup away and took it safely to the other side of the room as though she were guarding a crate of gold. “We mustn’t waste it.” She replied solemnly.

“What are you going to do with it?” During their meeting this morning Calla had mentioned something about samples being required of Jackson and Nicholas. Not only that but this little donation seemed to be what had lead to all the trouble.  “Did you do the same with my Grandson?  What about Jackson?”  Also during the meeting Calla said she thought D’Sila and Nibor had an unusual interest in Olympian males.  Did they know they weren’t descended from Arthur after all?  Or perhaps, some small sect did?  Say the Vedic and the Sovereign.  “Answer me!”

The young one, the one with only the single pierced nipple came forward. “Yes,” she said quietly.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” She looked around at the other women with her. “It’s what we were told to do.” The others silently nodded in agreement.

“By who?”

The girl looked around once more but didn’t see any objections reflected back at her from the eyes of the other women. “Vedic D’Sila.”

Another woman spoke up. “She sent us to Colonel Jackson three times.”

“And told you to cry ‘rape’ on the third?” Ares skin started to crawl as he gazed around at the group of treacherous beauties who again silently nodded their agreement. “Daniel?”

“Only once were we sent to him. His donation was non-negotiable according to the Vedic and there would be no treaty if he didn’t comply.”

As much as Ares hated to admit it, Daniel was now an Olympian.  If they had such an intimate interest in Olympian males might they not have a similar interest in Olympian females? “Where’s my Daughter?”

The women looked from one to the other and back again.  “We don’t know.” One of them replied. “She is taking a tour of own world.” She offered kindly hoping to start getting the party back on track. They were to keep him here for at least another hour. “We are here.” She invited and ran her hand up his thigh. The other women took their cue and came in closer to him. They lay down at his side, at his head and at his feet as their hands ran along his skin.  “There are so many of us left for you to experience.” She reached over Ares’ body and slid a finger into a woman on the other side before slowly removing it and then bringing her finger to his nose so he could take in a hearty sniff. She smeared it over his lips so he could taste her; young and sweet.  Her finger slid between his lips and into his mouth Ares’ cock stood to attention once more. Calla was fine; they wouldn’t dare do anything to her. Not here and not now, not while they still didn’t have everything they wanted. What she would want was for him to indulge himself in this most wondrous gift she’d given him.

He looked over at the girl with the short dark hair. There was something else Calla wanted and he must make sure he gave it to her before he left here.  “Your turn.” He said in a dark threatening voice as his hand snatched out to grab the back of her head and pull her down to his lips.  She pulled back at first but soon understood she couldn’t fight against him and there was no use in trying. His hand clamped at the back of her head and his fingers grabbing her hair he pulled her head back. “The only man you ever had was Jackson?”

Looking into those dark eyes she was filled with fear. She wanted to run away from here but that would not be allowed. “Yes,” she stammered and felt his free hand tug at her new nipple ring once more.  She flinched and he smiled.

“Good.” Ares rolled her over on to her back. “You might need to hold her down once I get started.” He said to the other women around him.  He wouldn’t take her from behind, no he wanted to see her face when he entered and pushed his way into her.  Make her suffer, that’s what Calla said.  But Queen Calla was not in her right mind, she’d never make such a demand if she were.  Perhaps it was the Xerinium affecting her judgment?  It was certainly affecting his in such a heady and delightful way.

Ares slid his index finger between her lips and closed his eyes while she suckled on it. When it was good and wet and his cock was good and hard he took it out of her mouth only to slip it between her legs.  The other ladies had gathered around her. They sat at her side and gazed down at her from the sides of the bed. So young and sweet there wasn’t anything quite like fresh meat. Two fingers slid into her and were soon joined by a third her back arched and came off the mattress. More than Jackson already, Ares thought as he watched the women with their soft hands stroke the young girl and tell her everything was all right. He’d already tasted her and she was wet enough now that his entry would be eased but not well-greased. On his knees between her waiting legs, Ares reached down and grabbed hold of each leg only to bring it up as high and out as far it would go on the mattress giving him as wide an entry as possible. “Hold them here.” He instructed to the two nearest women who were looking on with great anticipation. “You’re going to feel this.” Ares pulled his hips back and pushed halfway through her in one stroke.

The girl cried out. She bucked and tried to kick but the women kept a good grip on her as they held her in place and offered her up to him. Her eyes were wide open in panic and her young breasts heaved with fear and pain.  There he was looming over her and grinning as he backed out and came in for another stab.

“What’s my name?”

“A-A-Ar-Ares,” she choked as she felt him back out once more. “Puh-lease,” she begged and tried again to get away.

Gazing down at her face twisted in agony he asked, “Are you suffering?”

“Yes.” She whimpered. Inside her he grew harder and she would swear he grew longer as well.  When he tried to back out again the hole around him was so tight that he got stuck. Ares sat up, perched on his knees his cock half in and half out of her he looked down and spit.  The saliva greased the sore space between her legs and he pulled free.  She thought it was over and he would show her mercy but that was not to be. With wide eyes she watched as he pulled down the head of the woman nearest him and stuffed his cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on his dirty cock until it was greased and he turned back to her. “No.”

“Yes,” Ares countered and this time when he entered he did so with the whole of his shaft piercing his way deep into her.  The women around him moaned and began touching themselves, him and the squirming girl below them. If he saw her tomorrow she’d have a new nipple ring as would the rest of them have new piercings. They would forever be marked as having known him.   

The girl was so tight and inexperienced it was hard to move inside of her and he wanted to put it to her with everything he had. This little one this little tart who had the audacity to seduce Jackson and take a King as her first lover. This one who’d insulted his Daughter and wounded her heart. “Make yourselves useful,” he said to the women on either side of him and pushed their heads down between the girl’s widely spread legs.  It wasn’t long before their mouths opened and their tongues lapped around the hole he was invading.  Soft moist lips and warm tongues lapped the place between her legs and gave momentary comfort to the sore skin that was being asked to stretch too far too quickly.

As she slickened and he was able to go further, deeper, harder, the girl’s mouth started to move but no sound came from her lips. Her eyes misted over and tears soon fell down her cheeks as she looked up at him. Ares pushed his body weight into her, the remainder of his shaft followed as he settled an ear over her mouth. “What’s that?” All that came in reply was a rush of whispered air. “You want it harder?” He dared and pulled away from her ear. Below him she trembled and shook her head but she didn’t speak.  Now that he was fully inside her and the women had done their job his path was well greased and he used it to his fullest advantage. He couldn’t fuck her like an old whore but he’d damn well do it to her like a new one.

The women around him were now heavily engaged in pleasuring each other as they kissed, suckled and licked each other. Ares grabbed the girl’s left leg and swung it over the right with one hand and with the other her reached under her left should and flipped her over onto her stomach without exiting her. His full weight came crashing down on her as he pinned her to the mattress and surged in and out of her in great long strokes. She tried to inch up and away from him but Ares only followed her until he had her pinned against the headboard as well. When he pulled out on a particularly long stroke she tried to dodge his re-entry by scooting up and pressing her hips further into the mattress. His return entry landed him deep in her ass. She screamed. “You shouldn’t have moved.” He growled and pulled her short hair aside to sink his teeth into the scruff of her neck. His large hands landed on each butt cheek and he pushed her down as he used the strength in his arms to bring himself up and then down again. Fingers grabbing, cock stabbing and teeth gnawing Ares felt the orgasm rise deep inside of him.  The bitches around him had some sort of Climax Radar and they were soon trying to pry him off the girl but Ares wouldn’t let go. He growled at them as they pushed at him and he held onto his prize firmer, fucking her harder, deeper until she knew she would never walk or shit straight again.  The God of War dumped a long hot load into that nearly virginal ass and he didn’t let her go until every drop was spent.

When he rolled off and out of the crying girl below him, Ares found another woman had joined in their little party.  Vedic D’Sila stood at the foot of the bed looking on with much heated interest.  The other women saw her and retreated before she could even speak.  They gathered up their clothing and hastily slid into it.  “What do you want?”

“You.” D’Sila replied.

Ares snorted as he looked her up and down.  She was a good enough looking woman if one could consider schoolmarms and Mother Superiors to be attractive. At the foot of the bed the Vedic stripped off her priestly robes and stood there as though Ares should be impressed.  He looked around at the much younger and more desirous women surrounding her and picking up her robes only to lay them over the nearest chair.  “I don’t think so.” Ares swung his huge legs over the side of the bed and got up. “I think I’ve had enough of this.” He grumbled and ran the flat of his palm through his graying hair taking in the shocked look on the faces of the women in the room.  It seemed he’d made an error.  Still, the Vedic was not up to Ares’ standards and he was well satisfied at the moment. “Put your robes on and take me to my Daughter.” He demanded for the first time he noticed that the woman didn’t have a single piercing on her slightly-flabby middle-aged body.

D’Sila had waited a very long time for just this moment and she wasn’t about to be denied.  She wandered behind Ares and laid her hands on his bare back. The muscle tone beneath was quite extraordinary and it brought stirrings to cold dusty place between her thick thighs.  “I am a direct descendant of Artuir Sera,” she cooed, “I can please you in ways these other women could not.”

Ares looked past the naked Vedic to the other women who were gazing at them. “Get out.” He ordered in a deep voice and watched them scatter for the door.  When they were gone and the door was closed once more he looked at the haughty woman with the asymmetrical hairstyle. “Let’s cut the bullshit,” he said and leaned in toward her. “Tell me exactly why you think your heritage should make any difference to me.”

Vedic D’Sila reached out to touch his chest now, Ares watched as the nipples on her full bosoms hardened.  “I have waited all my life for you; you will not deny me now.”

“What do you think I am? Your little house boy?” Ares sneered and looked her up and down. “I don’t waste my seed on old women.”  If what she said was true then Vedic D’Sila was something around his 22^nd great-granddaughter.  “No matter what their lineage or title.”

D’Sila had hoped it would not come to this. She would have much rather Ares take one look at her in all her naked priestly glory and fall madly in love with her. That he would ravage her with all his strength and lust.

“You know, don’t you?” Ares accused.

“Know what?” D’Sila replied slyly. “That our world, as we know it, was created by your son and not the son of the one you call Arthur?” She said coyly running her hand from his chest to the flat of his stomach. “I’m quite aware.” Ares slapped her hand away when it drifted below his waist. Her touch was cold and it was made it his skin crawl. D’Sila looked up at with a wounded smile. “Yes, Lord Ares, as you so colorfully said, let’s cut the bullshit. If you don’t comply I will have Colonel Jackson thrown back in prison and the charges against him will stick.”

“Try it and I’ll cut you down in the town square.” Ares dared. “I want nothing to do with you.”  He turned his back and tossed the dress shirt over his head feeling suddenly naked and vulnerable.  Ares grabbed up his slacks and behind him D’Sila let out a deep sigh.

“You will do this,” she said as she snatched the slacks away from him. “You will comply. You will fill me with your seed and I will bear the next leader of this world.” 

“You? A Queen Mother?” Ares scoffed and looked her up and down once more. “What of your Sovereign? Hasn’t she something to say about that?”

She tossed the slacks back to the floor as she shook her head. “Nibor knows nothing I haven’t told her, she says nothing I have not told her to say and she does only what I tell her to. She is a feeble minded old fool who is easier lead than a child following a lollipop carried in the outstretched hand of its mother.” D’Sila announced proudly.

That Ares believed.  He didn’t know what was wrong with the Sovereign but it was clear she didn’t have a mind of her own.  “Why would I lay with a woman who is so caught up in herself that she can’t even admit where she came from? You may lead Nibor around by the nose but not me.” Ares grabbed for the garment again but D’Sila held it away from him.

“Why wouldn’t you want to lay with me? Am I not good enough for you?”

“Hardly,” Ares sneered.

D’Sila was near the verge of tears, she never thought he would reject this way and so harshly.  She would not be denied. She would have what she wanted no matter how she had to get it. “In that case, Ares, I’m afraid I cannot continue to guarantee Queen Calla’s safety.”

It was obvious D’Sila thought that a smart move but she soon changed her tune when Ares grabbed her by the throat and hauled her up to the air.  “Threaten my family, will you?  What if I just kill you here and now you treacherous bitch?”  He looked deep into her eyes as she struggled and gasped for breath.  “I’m not good enough to be known as progenitor but you need my seed, is that it?  Arthur’s legend is more pristine than mine so you’d rather hold him up, rather live a lie and force everyone here to do the same then admit what you know is true.  This has backfired on you, hasn’t it? You need Olympian seed to keep your world going. So you take from me and from Jackson and from my Grandson?!”  Ares gave her a good hard shake as the last word fell from his lips and he remembered the savages that had inhabited this world. Ares had only stayed a short time but he remembered there were few of them and most of them had been females who had the nasty habit of killing and then eating their male offspring. Rough around the edges and battle hardened as he was, Ares came from a different time and place. A time when War had Honor, Nobility and Rules, among those Rules were two very simple ones; The Art of Warfare did NOT include the terrorizing and raping of women and it did NOT include the slaughter of innocent children.

His gaze fell upon the cup that had been left behind in the women’s rush to exit the bed chamber; perhaps all those years of infanticide finally caught up with them. Ares threw D’Sila to the ground where she clutched at her throat, choked a few times and drew in harsh raspy breaths.  “Unless you claim me you’ll get nothing from me. You can all rot as far as I’m concerned. This place is still full of savages.” He grabbed up the cup and the bed sheet and then cleaned his seed from it.

“NO!” D’Sila cried out and reached for the cup before he could destroy all of its contents.  It was clean enough as far as he could see and he heaved it at her with mighty force. The heavy metal cup hit the Vedic in the temple and she sprawled out onto the floor. “Please, my Lord Ares,” D’Sila reached out for him with one hand. “I am but your humble servant.” When all else fails; grovel.  Her entreaty fell on deaf ears.

“My servant? You’re a lying bitch.” Ares spat. “You think you’re better than me? You’re not even good enough to …shine… my… boots. This world sickens me and so do you.”  Ares jumped into his slacks and stormed out of the bedroom leaving D’Sila naked and humiliated on the floor behind him.

Ares exited the Sovereign’s palace intent on finding his Daughter but he ran into Nicholas who’d been waiting for him to come out.  “What are you doing here?” Ares said as he took a step back from his Grandson who approached too quickly. “Why aren’t you with Annie?”

That wasn’t any of his fucking business, now was it?  “When did she do it?” Nick sneered and looked Ares straight in the eye.  “When?!”

“I don’t know what you’re tal—“

Nick clocked him.  He pulled back his big fist and connected with Ares’ jaw sending the big man backwards reeling on his feet.  If he hadn’t seen his Mother ride off with the Sovereign and the Vedic nearly two hours ago he would have found a way to storm the palace and interrupt his Grandfather’s little tryst and he’d be ten times angrier than he was at this moment. “Did you make her do it? Is that it?” Nick stepped in for another swing but Ares reached out first and pushed Nicholas back and away from him with both hands.

“I don’t know what you’re so pissed off about, boy, but we should not be doing this on a public street here in this place.”

Looking around Nick saw that they were drawing much more than their share of attention. “Fine.” He growled.  There across the street was a small café. “After you.” Nick said as he gestured toward it. “I’ll buy.”

“So generous.” Ares scoffed and crossed the busy street with its horses and carriages. “Where’s your Mother?”

“She went off with the Sovereign and the Vedic.” Nick shot trying to keep his temper under control and not cause a scene.

“The Vedic is in the palace,” Ares grinned and chuckled to himself.

Nick hadn’t seen her but there were a lot more entrances to the place than the front door. “Let’s get this out of the way first.” Nick opened the door to the café and the two of them walked inside where they had a long conversation in low voices.

End of Chapter Thirteen of
Golden Years
by Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
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