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Moon Mistress
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Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Ten

What I want I take
What I don't I break
And I don't want you
Flick of my knife
And I can change your life
There's nothing you can do
Problem Child
AC/DC

Nimble as an acrobat and stealthy as a cat the God of War, sword drawn and ready, crept down the heavy marble stairs to the Dungeon floor without a single sound.

“I knew you were coming.” Megan shouted out but was still unseen by him. “When the prize is this near and dear to your black heart where else would you be? You’ve no power here Ares, drop the weapon and show yourself.”

Pressing tightly against the wall Ares peered around the corner to get a better understanding of his position and surroundings. To his great dismay Calla was back in the cell. She’d been flogged with the whip so had the men in chains.

“Yes, I know, you’re disappointed but I had to lock her up.” Megan cooed in an innocent voice. “Didn’t want to make it too easy for you, I know how you hate it when the game is too easy and I know how much you love to play. So come on in and join the party.” Megan invited but was met with nothing but silence.

With whatever energy she had Calla ran for the bars. “Father get out of here!” She called. “Go!”

“Shut up shrew!” Megan hissed tossing a bolt of energy at the caged woman and sending Calla flying backward into the bars behind her. “Don’t make me wait, Ares, in case you didn’t know…..she’s pregnant and I’m damn sure it’s yours. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that child, would we? Not after you’ve waited so long.”

The bones in her back snapped and cracked as she impacted with the cold metal bars. A little harder and that damn shoulder might have gone popping out of its socket but as it was sure was almost sure she had a few fractured ribs from the experience. This was no time to lie down and lick her wounds she had to be strong and stand up so she dragged herself to her feet but did not face Ares as she spoke. “She’s lying.” Calla said in a weak voice looking at herself standing outside the bars. “There’s no baby.”

Ares’ mouth dropped open at the sound of her voice which was as hollow as her lie. There is a baby, the look on the faces of the Brothers Jackson told him that much and—well under any other circumstances he would have laughed until he pissed himself then laughed some more. These were not other circumstances. The Jacksons would have to deal with it later and so would he but it was Calla he was concerned with. He’d given her a large dose of the drug that the mortal men used to capture women who otherwise wouldn’t look at them. Did it cause harm to the child she was carrying? He’d only done it because he knew it had the power to make her forget though there were several things Ares wanted desperately for her to remember. The passion and desire she would never know in the bed of a mortal man, she would only know it with him. More than that he wanted to expunge himself by making love with her and having her understand that being in the bed of a God it did not have to be rough and harsh as it was last summer or with what Eros had done to her.

As a sad result, Callestah didn’t remember making love with him and she probably never would. As much as that saddened him it also made him glad for it meant she didn’t remember Nicholas and what he had done. What he actually found Nicholas doing. Another minute or two and she’d have been too far gone to save.

Ares wished he could forget that. More than anything he’d like not to have those images and sounds burned into his memory.

But before that ugliness, it had been the sweetest night he ever knew or had hoped to. Warm blessed night when she finally gave in and came to him; she surrendered willingly of her own accord and from her own desires. Ares did not demand such a favor from her, he gave no ultimatum, no threat, he didn’t even ask for such an honor. Because of it, the night was everything he’d ever dreamed it would be and more. Sweeter than the finest chocolates it was and always would be in his mind, was it wrong that he wanted her to remember how it took them both to the heights of passion and beyond? No, never, never would he forget it, he would always hold it dear and remember it with the utmost fondness. The way she laid in his bed, the way she moved below and above him, the hotness of her breath against his skin, the moistness of her lips on him, the mouthwatering taste of her. No strings. No tricks. No threats. Not even a suggestion on his part and still she came to his room that night and she did not feel guilty. For a very limited time on one glorious night, Callestah shone brighter than the sun and she was everything Fate had intended her to be.

This was why he wanted her to remember especially if she was carrying his child. He didn’t want it so that she could feel remorse or guilt or beat herself up over it. No, he wanted her to remember their love making for what it had been; two Olympians in the throes of passion, how that felt, and what she was giving up with her mortal born lovers.

In his mind the memory played and he would not forget no matter what this bitch did he would never forget the way Callestah felt in his arms. She far surpassed her Mother in his bed and in his heart. As they stood there arguing on the beach just hours before, the heated passion in her voice, her eyes alight and her cheeks flushed with color and he knew! Yes, Ares knew in his heart and his soul that she was going to come to him, she was going and submit. And she had. It was a glorious night which ended far too soon and far too horribly. So she did not remember and perhaps that was a good and fair trade in the end. Callestah should not have to know the things her Son did, Ares wished he could forget the sight of it but knew he never would. It was a secret he would guard with his life.

“If she’s pregnant it’s not mine. I haven’t slept with her.” Ares intoned in a deep voice as he came out from around the corner and into full view. Finally what he wanted all these centuries was in his grasp all he had to do was play it out to a good end. First and foremost his goal was protect that baby at all costs.

“Oh,” Megan gasped, “Oh, Oh, Oh,” she stuttered, “what audacity! What balls!” She pointed the hot metal rod at Ares. “Didn’t sleep with her? What was that I smelled all over you when I woke for the first time?”

“No,” Calla stuttered as she crawled to the bars nearest Daniel and David. “No, I swear, I didn’t, please believe me.”

CLANG!

“OW!” Calla yelled and pulled her hands back into the cell and scurried away from the bars as the glowing red metal rod banged against the bars and her fingers which were looped through them.

“Whore. Be silent.”

She was so desperate for him to say that he believed her. This was the same baby she said she wanted to abort and she’d been damn insistent on it. And this could explain why. Earlier he’d wondered if it had been Ares who bruised her and if so then did he hold her down and taken what he wanted yet again? It seemed he had but now wasn’t the time to talk about it all that matter to her was that he said…. I believe you, Kitty, don’t worry. Then he had a thought. Can you hear me?

Yep. Both of yew. David returned.

Calla just shook her head. For six months she looked for a way out and found none.

“Leave my Daughter alone. I thought you wanted a life with me. Why do you want to play these games?”

“Leave my Daughter alone.” Megan mocked in a high pitched voice as she planted one hand on her hips. “Leave my Daughter alone. Your Daughter…your Daughter…your Daughter…that’s all that was ever important to you. What… about… me?” The Lady Megan, the woman who looked exactly like the one cowering in the cell who happened to be the same woman to share Daniel’s bed for the last twenty years, roared to this world and all those beyond.

Temporarily lost to the throes of rage Ares thought he saw an opening but was mistaken. Sword at the ready he charged at her while she pulled her hair back with one hand and screamed louder than any banshee he’d ever heard. In one second he was running full speed at her in the makings of a head on assault and the next……

…the next…

Ares was flying backward through the air. The jerk of the sudden shock caused him to lose his grip on the sword it fell to the floor with a heavy clanking sound. Reaching out for anything he could find which would stop his hurling through open air he found nothing and soon landed in the cell next to Calla, the door slammed shut. “Looky what I caught.” Megan sighed as the color in her cheeks finally began to fade from a deep purple to a light red and then pink, finally it came around to alabaster once more. “Zeus knows we’re all here I suppose he’s trying to find some way of beating me but he won’t,” she assured all of them. “No one will best me this time.”

That pride.

That arrogance.

That beauty.

“I know you.” Ares sneered from behind the bars. “I watched you get sucked through an open worm hole.”

The woman turned around with a cold grin. “Did you, Lover?”

“Mother?” Calla asked as she moved closer to the bars of her cell.

“Get back,” Ares warned his Daughter. “Answer me, Woman, how is this possible?”

“Didn’t any of you wonder why Hades didn’t try to stop you? Why was so easy to pull me out of the Underworld?”

If he could Daniel would rebut her assertion that rescuing her had been an easy feat.

“See, as you all were killing me, sending me off to parts unknown and with no return ticket once more, I decided to go somewhere else.” Megan sat her bare bottom on the wooden chair. “The younger one seemed appropriate. I knew as soon as you, my dear Lover, found out about her you’d want her. You’d move the stars and the Underworld to free her and I was right. Too bad I had to kill her in order to trick you but, if you’re interested, my dear Ares, she was a delightful little girl and I kept her unspoiled to the end.” Megan stood up once more, drew in a deep breath and looked at each captive in turn. “Now that we’re all acquainted there’s just the business at hand to finish. You two will consent and you, my dear Daughter, will come out of there and join with me. We will have power untold and before undreamed of. Let this swine play in the mud we will have the stars.”

“No.” Calla said in as strong a voice as she could muster. Pushing wounded hands through the bars she reached out for her Father. “Poppa you came to see me.” She said with wet eyes staring up at him.

More than anything he wanted to get her out of this horrible place but since he could not—not yet anyway—Ares offered the only comfort he could; he reached for her and enfolded her in his strong arms. “Of course I did.” Ares assured her. The little girls’ tone of voice did not escape him nor did the fact that she was calling him ‘Poppa’ just like she had done when she was very small. Ares began to fear for her sanity and saw that he had good reason. The hair on the top of her head was graying once more. “You’re ill?” She nodded her head against him. How could this be? As much as he was loath to admit it, the Jacksons had cured her. “You’re poisoning her, aren’t you, Aphrodite?” Ares accused.

“Not I you understand, not directly but yes and that idiot Grandson of ours as well though he was not my intended target.” The sight of the God of War, imprisoned along with his wretched little sniveling Daughter should have brought Megan, the Dual Goddess much joy but it did not. When he reached back the motion sent Megan into a fury. Not only did Ares reach back but he reached out and pulled as close to him as he with only the cold bars to separate them. All she could do was watch while she stood out here aching for him to hold her just like that. The God of War stroked Callestah’s hair, kissed the top of Callestah’s head and whispered to Callestah something the jealous Goddess could not understand but she would have been utterly incensed to know that it was; I love you.

The shakes, Daniel thought, those goddamn shakes and I made her drink them. Idiot! It hadn’t been Ares at all though they were both so certain it had been. Nick drank those darn shakes because he lifted weights everyday and he wanted the extra calories to stay big and bulky. How much had Nick ingested? Enough to make him really sick, was that why he hadn’t come home? Or was it just enough to make him insatiable? A big boy like him that could be a real problem.

“Well, is this better?” Megan demanded to know and her slender naked body was suddenly covered by Callas’ cast off clothing. “How do you like me now, Ares?”

“I don’t.” Ares crooned holding Calla closer so that she didn’t turn around to see what was happening behind her. “You’ll never be her putting on her clothing doesn’t make you any closer.”

“Oh,” she sighed, “but you so wanted me to wear similar clothing for you just, what, a few hours ago? If I dressed like her, acted more like her, you were going to take me into the city, isn’t that what you said?”

“The only place I am going to take you is to hell.” Ares threatened coldly. While Megan was enraged, Daniel looking on silently from his chains was amazed by how touched he was at the scene and how perfect they looked together. Ares with his massive 7’8 frame and Olympian physique and Calla with her little body and auburn hair seemed to serve as his most perfect foil. He wanted to be disgusted but was not, in fact, to his blue eyes, it seemed one of the most natural things in the world. David, on the other hand, did not know just what to make of the situation.

“Well then, I see it’s time we got nasty about this. If that’s the way you want it, little one, then that is the way it shall be.” Once more Megan used her powers to pull Calla out of the cage.

Ares’ brute strength was no match for the Dual Goddess’ magick and anger. A sudden wind whipped itself into a frenzy chilling everyone in the room. Calla’s small arms wrapped around Ares’ waist as her face snuggled deep into his stomach, Ares held on to her with every bit of strength he had Megan was still stronger. As the battle of wills ensued, he realized if he didn’t let go he would crush her—and the baby she carried—against the cold metal bars. Perhaps she was better off crushed to death than away from the safety of his hold. In the end it was of no consequence as slowly, inch by inch Calla was pried out of her Father’s arms and then dragged backward and out of the cell.

“Poppa!”

“Callestah!” Ares thundered, his big tree trunk arms reaching through the bars grasping for her but all he could was watch as she was pulled away from him. “You sadistic bitch! Give her back to me!”

Megan just laughed. “You three will watch and learn until you two consent or until she dies, I’m beginning not to care which comes first.”

**

After taking full advantage of the hospitality Ares had to offer; his food, his Nectar and several more of his women, Nicholas got dressed and went outside to wander the island once more. Since coming here he’d fucked more women and more times than in his whole life, that included Annie. Well, then again, technically, she had only been his second lover and Tammy didn’t really count, she was just the kind of girl you ‘got it out of the way’ with and then went on to better. The women his Grandfather kept were very fine they weren’t like Tammy who was fun if somewhat base. Standing on the shore he thought of how much he’d liked to do things like that with Annie and a few other women. He’d like to watch her with them, yes he would. He’d like to watch them masturbate her and suckle at those pert young tits. The appendage between his legs started to stir again. It seemed it would be never be satisfied. How many women had he indulged in today? Six? More?

“Stop it,” he said aloud but not very strongly. “I haven’t done anything but fuck since I got here.” If his Grandfather had been around or if he were home and honest with his Mother or even with Daniel who still had very fond memories of the Mohun planet. Then they might have told him that such overwhelming desires are usually a symptom of exposure to Xerinium. That was, in the stage before the heavy metal latched on and began to kill its unsuspecting victim it made them insatiably horny and if exposure was light, say in the metal of building the target was living in or in the atmosphere because of a sun storm. Yes they might have told him that.

Even without the guidance of those nearest and dearest, there was the underlying fear that something was very terribly wrong but he couldn’t put his finger on it and so long as the Nectar and the pussy kept flowing he didn’t really give a damn what it was. Another symptom of exposure was a general lack of empathy and energy for anything other carnal pleasures.

Nick tried to clear his mind and the half flaccid cock between his legs. He’d fucked all and all night, his cock was sore and raw and still was begging for more. “Stop it.” Nick said again.

Yes, something was wrong and he did know what it was, he did.

They should be here by now. There should be yelling and screaming and bickering and demanding. Instead all there were the echoing sounds of waves and the silence beyond.

Standing on the shore Nick looked out across the inlet to Zeus’ Island. That’s where they had been and that’s where he should start.

(If he started. Nick still wasn’t sure about that at all.)

The Old Man hadn’t been too thrilled with him lately and Nick wasn’t sure how Zeus would take to his sudden appearance.

“What are you doing?” Achilles asked from behind him. He’d followed Nicholas out here hoping to have some time alone with him but it was clear that Nicholas was a man with deep troubles on his mind.

“Going over there.”

“What for?”

Across the way on the dark Island, lights suddenly appeared in window in the palace. The Old Man was awake. “Something’s goin’ on. Can’t you feel it? Something’s wrong.”

Even Achilles had to admit that something was off. While he could understand the situation as being a ‘family matter’ he could not understand Ares taking off after Megan without some type of plan or accomplice. It wasn’t like him to go completely solo. That bored him; it was always more exciting when there were other people involved, ones that might actually get hurt or die.

The flesh on Nicholas’ arms stood up as did the hair on the back of his neck. Something was happening. Something…some one…. "Duck!” He shouted and pushed Achilles to the chilly sand.

“So sudden.” Achilles purred looking up into Nicholas’ eyes.

“You wish.” Nick spat. “Cole? That you?”

“Who else?”

Nicholas stood up and turned around to see Colleen, Uncle Jack and Aunt Sam standing on the beach. They were armed and in their SGC uniforms. “What are you…”

“Ah-ha, I’ll be right back.” Cole chimed and disappeared only to reappear a few moments later with Teal’c. “The cavalry.” She announced with a smile. “We know they’re in the Dungeon. How do we get in?”

“Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Nicholas ordered. “Where’s Annie?”

“Why would I bring her?” Colleen said in an uneasy tone. “She’s home with Patrick and the kids.”

“Patrick who? Patrick Anderson? You left Annie alone with that wolf?”

“Take it easy big boy, it’s not like you’re showing her any attention lately.” Colleen shot back. “Besides, he came to see me not her but ya know…if Annie…”

“Oh for christssake! Can you two taunt each other later?” Jack said. “Where is the Dungeon and how do we get in?”

Nicholas felt himself deflate, up until this very second the idea of Mom being over there on the Island and in some kind of trouble was only that; an idea. Now it was a reality and it seemed like she wasn’t the only one in trouble. “Over there, in the palace. I don’t know how to get in. What happened? Is that where Umpa took Mom?”

“Not your Grandfather this time, Nick,” Sam said shouldering the P-90. “It’s the thing he created.”

Not Umpa. That didn’t make the situation better, no for Nicholas it just made it worse. Why couldn’t Ares be the bad guy? He played the villain so well and it suited him and it would make the things which happened earlier easier. On second thought, maybe not. Maybe nothing would ever make that easier to take.

“Nicky did’ja hear me? I said it’s trying to kill our Mother.”

Maybe that would be good. After all, if Mom was dead then surely she’d never remember. Never be hurt by it or have to drudge through life living with it the way he would.

“NICKY!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” he mumbled. “All right. What are you gonna do?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sam asked. “We’re goin’ in.”

“You?” Achilles asked as he folded his arms across his chest. “Two children and three mortals, what do you think you’re going to be able to do in there?”

“You said it; three mortals. The Dungeon has no power over them or their weapons.” Colleen said with a grin. “Me? I’m only half Olympian, so’s he.” She tossed her head at her estranged Brother. “Maybe the weapons Umpa gave us won’t work but I’m betting that these will,” in her hands appeared two bows and two quivers of normal broad-tipped arrows. “Not all of our magick will be useless either.”

“Your Grandfather, were he here to hear you, would be very proud.” Achilles informed Colleen. “Good thinking, good strategy. No mortal has ever seen the inside of Zeus’ Dungeon; well not unless he was extremely bad. No mostly when he was angry with them he’d just flog them outside on the grounds or come up with interesting but private ways to make them suffer. On the whole, the Dungeon is only for Olympians. How do you plan on gaining access?”

“Zeus is just gonna have to open the door. You in?” Colleen asked Nicholas and waited for what seemed like hours as she held the compound bow out to him. “We can talk about the rest of it later,” she huffed, “but for now, how about it, big brother? In or out?”

Homemade chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.

Sweet warm kisses on skinned knees.

Soothing hugs when the other kids picked on him for being too tall or too klutzy.

Bedtime stories.

Thousands of rides to thousands of ball games and team practices.

Fresh laundry.

Big Sunday dinners.

Nick grabbed the bow and quiver from Colleen. “In.”

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