Chapter Three
What Nick Saw

Prisoner of your love
entangled in your web
hot whispers in the night
I’m captured by your stare
Better Be Good To Me
Performed by Tina Turner
Written by Holly Knight

As Nick walked up and then over the dune, the scene below was just as he’d described to Dr. Willie.  In the middle of the beach was a large bed covered with fluffy white blankets and linens and hanging from some unseen object were reams and reams and reams of white see-thru fabric which gave what was happening below an oddly romantic and surreal feel.  By the bed, in the sand, burned a bonfire so high Nick though the flames would lick the moon even from his far distance he felt its heat.

And the heat of the occupants making love on the shrouded bed beneath the soft warm covers.  The darkened shadows moved and moaned the mattress heaved and gave, heaved and gave.  Hot whispers of “I love you” were exchanged in a forbidden lustful hush.

Those voices even if he couldn’t see the Lovers on the bed those voices drifted on the wind; Umpa and Mom.  “He was right,” Nick muttered to himself.  Earlier that day Nick had been walking through the wooded area of the Island when he came upon first his Mother who was frowning and hotly muttering under her breath about a ‘big oaf’ as she said a brusque ‘hello’ and then passed him by. Seconds later he ran into his Grandfather who was smiling and muttering to himself.  When he asked what was making Ares, God of War so incredibly happy, Umpa answered; “She’s going to come to me tonight.  I just know she is.”

Nick protested and said his Mother would never do that but Ares just smiled wider, clapped him on the shoulder and reiterated that his Daughter would share his bed this evening.  “What did you do, Umpa? Threaten her?” Nick asked taking a step toward his Grandfather and remembering the way his Mother had been upset and talking to herself.  “You can’t do that anymore. I won’t let you get away with it.”

“Relax, Nicholas, I assure you, I gave no threat, I didn’t even ask for such an honor.  In fact, I’d given up on it.” Ares breathed a deep thoughtful sigh.  “I guess what they say is true; All good things to those who wait.” He said and smiled again then he was off to prepare for the evening ahead.

Nick took a few of his Grandfather’s honeys to bed in an attempt to forget Ares’ words but it didn’t seem to help ease his troubled mind nor lull him into a peaceful sleep as his Grandfather’s naked women shared their warmth with him. No way. Just no way. No...fucking...way.  Umpa’s finally lost his little mind Mom is never gonna do that.  No longer being able to lay still Nick tossed the thick pile of hides aside and got out of the bed.  Slipping into his blue jeans he strode out of the room.  Peeking into the room down—what passed as a corridor in the cave, he saw that Calla was not in her bed.  Further on down toward the Throne Room and Ares’ bedroom off it and lo and behold there was no Ares. The Throne Room and his bedroom were as empty as his Mother’s had been. Where are they?

In search of the answer to that question Nicholas walked out onto the beach bare-chested and barefoot.  If nothing else, Dad left him here to protect Mom and even on the way way way way off chance Umpa as right, then that meant protecting her from herself, didn’t it?  Sure it did.  There was no one on the beach nearest the cave so he decided to take a walk back through that wooded part of the island.

No one.  He even called out for them but received no answer. They had to be together, didn’t they? Sure they did.  “No,” Nick muttered, “she wouldn’t, she wouldn’t do it to Dad.”  The woods were empty except for the animals living there, no one near the small waterfall or on the Cliffside of the island.  Taking a different path from whence he’d come Nicholas turned and walked back toward the Cave. Feeling the nip in the evening air goose bumps rose on his tan skin and his brown nipples hardened.  Nicholas rubbed his hands over his brawny arms to bring them warmth.  If he took the beach back to the Cave it would be chillier than the woods but the sand would be soft under his bare feet and it was quicker.  He turned to go up a sandy hill and noticed the sky beyond was bright with fire.  Cresting the top of the grassy dune he saw a very big bonfire and bed fit for a Goddess on the beach below.

No. She didn’t.

Then he heard her voice and Ares’ voice.  Nick crouched down in the cold sand at the top of the hill and watched the shadowy figures on the bed making love.  Listened to the moans and coos she made and the way Ares howled when he finally released his load. 

She begged him for more and he obliged. Why had she waited so long? Why had she feared him so? How was it that the same tool he’d used to hurt her last summer could now bring her the heights of ecstasy?  “I love you,” she said bringing him down to her once more.  “Stay with me. Don’t leave me. Stay. Make love to me again.” Calla kissed him long and deep while her arms wrapped around his large muscular frame and she explored Ares’ body once more. Heavenly simply divine.

Yes, why had she waited so long? What held her back?

Daniel.  Of course it was Daniel.

Tomorrow and possibly for Eternity Calla knew that would feel overwhelming guilt for this night but right now all she felt was passion and pleasure.  All these years Ares had been right; laying in the bed of a God, willingly, without fear and with love was more than any Mortal could ever hope to achieve. The guilt and the shame she would bear would never erase the pleasure she felt now and in that end that would only increase the weight of her shame. It would never equal the simple fact that she’d long denied; that if left here on this island to live out her life as she should have done she WOULD have chosen Ares as her mate and none other would ever compare to him.  She did leave this island and she did meet Daniel and he was her Husband and she loved with all her heart and soul. If he were to find out about this unholy betrayal it would devastate him Calla would not abide that. “We must never tell Daniel, promise me this?”

“He will never know. I swear it.” Ares said with sincerity. He never intended to inform Jackson of this night though he did hope it would bring her to her senses and she would leave him and his jail-bird brother to live the life she should have lived. That she would come with him away from this world and its restrictions where they could be free and there would be no need for the clone he’d had Thor create. What was the clone anyway but a pale imitation of the woman below him?  Callestah—he honestly thought it was her in his bed, he was too enrapt in the pleasure to know otherwise-- lay under him, her small breasts heaving as she sighed with bated breath and Ares wondered how he’d ever been so cruel to her. It was wrong and he would never do it again not when she came to him this way. Taking her, controlling her and wielding power over her were all just a pathetic and sad attempt to achieve this level of rapture. A level not even Aphrodite ever took him to, in fact, as much he adored screwing her, with her he’d never even approached this heated degree of desire and wanton satisfaction as she surrendered to him time and time again with much fervor and eager willingness. Without fear.

From the safety of the dune, Nicholas’ blood began to boil as he listened to her words and her confessions of love for the man…the God…the goddamn Olympian…who had helped give her Life.

 Stay.

I love you.

Make love to me again.

Don’t tell Daniel.

Those were the poisoned words she spoke. Little fucking whore.  Now in the black of night Nicholas’ angry mind could see that she was nothing more than that. His Father deserved better than to be stabbed in the back by this little harlot who called herself his Wife and professed to love only him. They’d all been fools to believe her. She left her family for Kanan and Andrew F. Hartley why couldn’t she see how wrong that was and how utterly DISGUSTING this was?

Ares did stay. He screwed her brains out and she cooed and moaned with great delight for with her for another forty-five minutes or more while Nick grew angrier and angrier as watched the shadows on the bed.  Passionate pleading whispers of ‘more’ and deep moans combined with sighs of pleasure, those were the sounds he normally heard coming from his parents’ bedroom but not tonight. Tonight Dad was no where around and the Lady Callestah had the Lover she’d always wanted.

At last Ares gave out another howl which seemed to come from the roots of the Earth, there were more murmured whispers of love and passion which he couldn’t quite make out, that was all right, it didn’t take a genius to know what they were saying although you might have needed a psychic to know which one was telling the truth and which was lying through their teeth.

 A short time after that, Ares left the bed off on his way down the beach promising to return soon.  Leaving her, now as always, proved an almost fatal mistake.

End Chapter Three Of Session 9
by Moon Mistress
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