Chapter Three

After traveling the Astral home rather than taking the Explorer (which the children thought was much fun by the way) Calla dropped them in front of the DVD player and TV in their room with a tape of Thomas of the Tank Engine. Not wanting to alarm them she said in a calm voice; “Stay here and watch, be good, ok? Mommy needs to think for a while. I’ll be in my room.”

“We didn’t see Daddy,” Nicholas grumbled.

“I know, Nicky, I’m sorry.” She tussled his hair. “Daddy will be home later,” she choked the words out. “You’ll see him then.”

Calla locked the bedroom door behind her. A glass of Nectar appeared in one hand and a very large blunt in the other. She drank the glass down in one gulp and refilled it, drank it and refilled it again. Calla lit the blunt and inhaled deeply of the marijuana wrapped in the fine tobacco leaf. I won’t break. I won’t break. I will not break. I will not bend. I will be strong. Another deep inhale and glass of Nectar down her gullet. Tears washed down her cheeks before she even knew she was crying.

Daniel awaited the day he could leave his wife and start a new life with his lover.

Had she not done everything he wanted? Was there a dark urge of his that she had not satisfied over the last four months? Obviously not. Still, there must be a few things she’d missed. Another large toke, Calla coughed out the smoke as her throat clenched tight and forced herself to inhale another one. Over the last four months she had allowed other men, other women and toys she never knew existed into their bed. Never did she refuse or give him the slightest resistance. Still he wanted someone else and was planning on leaving her.

“Daughter?”

Calla looked up with drunken, stoned and sad eyes to see Ares standing in her bedroom.

“What has he done?” Ares accused as he looked down into her eyes and saw nothing but her broken heart. Moving the sword aside, he sat behind his daughter and wrapped his huge arms around her. “Tell me, what has Daniel done?” Ares already knew. He knew before Christmas. The smell of her husband now hung around her like cheap perfume but there was no passion in it, no love.

“What’s wrong with me, Father?” She asked as she gazed up into his shining onyx eyes. “It’s because of what I did to Mother, isn’t it?”

“Stop that nonsense.” He chided easily as he brushed the wet hair away from her wet face. “Aphrodite loved you, and she still does.”

“Why does Love elude me so?”

“He’s a man, Callestah. Men are dogs. Especially Mortal ones.”

“Mother explained that long ago.” She sniffed back the tears. “I thought Daniel to be different. That is my mistake, isn’t it, Father?”

“Tell me who she is, I’ll kill her.” His tone like his expression was dead on.

“Her death will not bring me back his heart.” She mumbled and laid her head against his haired chest while she wiped fresh tears away from her eyes.

“Hum. Perhaps not, but it might make you feel better. He squeezed her tightly in his arms. “It does wonders for me.” He felt her let out a small laugh. “Tell me everything, daughter, don’t hold back.”

Full of Nectar and her head clouded with the marijuana Calla nestled her head deep in the soft tresses of his hair and spilled everything. She told of Rowan and that she suspected the woman was not her husband's only indiscretion. Calla told of their night in the cabin at Christmas and how she thought he was sincere and the things he'd done. She told of the men and woman that Daniel was becoming accustomed to bringing home with him. Of how he brought her and them down to the bed in the basement. (It was never in their bed, always was it in the basement.) The one who bothered her so, the girl couldn’t have been any more than seventeen and was a self-professed virgin. Daniel wanted to deflower her. The thought turned Calla’s stomach, the girl was drunk and didn’t know what she was doing. Calla begged him to leave the girl alone and take her back where he'd found her. Daniel insisted and she’d gone along with him. After Calla readied the girl for Daniel to enter her, she screamed. Daniel stuffed the gag-ball into her mouth to silence her. Before the sun came up, he took the girl every way imaginable while Calla was forced, not just to watch, but to use Daniel’s digital recorder to capture the event for posterity. All she could think of was how glad she was that she wasn't the girl, that it was happening to someone else. She only had to watch and how guilty that made her feel afterward.

Ares smoothed the hair atop her head while she relayed the tale to him. He wanted to tell her that these things did not sound like the Daniel Jackson he knew, wanted to reassure her in some way. Holding her close to him like this with wild thoughts running through his mind, and his own desires began to awaken. The God of War found he had hard on for his daughter. “Daniel never was worthy of you, Callestah.” He whispered through labored breath and laid the drunken goddess on her marital bed. “Look at you.” Sad eyes gazed up at The War God as he leveled his massive body over her small one. “You’ve debased yourself to the level of his whore and for what? What does he give you in return?” Ares’ full lips descended over hers, Calla did not back away from her Father’s kiss, instead she returned it with vigor.

“I would have chosen you.” Nervous wanton fingers began to undo the fastens which held the black leather vest together over his chest. “If things were different. I would have chosen you, my Lord Ares.” The vest and embattlements slipped from him to the floor. Calla's smooth palms ran across his broad thickly haired chest. The taunt muscles beneath began to awaken a long buried desire. "You've always been the most magnificent man I've ever seen."

Feeling his hardness stiffen against the hard leather pants at his waist, Ares licked his lips in anticipation. He’d waited a very long time to hear those words and to have her under him like this. "I have longed for this, my Lady." Ares' full lips descended again, this time to the nape of her waiting neck. Under him, Calla's small body was lost to the sight of the world. Arcing forward for him, her arms wrapped around his massive frame. Ares did not waste time with the buttons on her blouse, he ripped it apart and exposed the small breasts he’d waited so long to caress. A large hand enveloped one, while his mouth enveloped the other. Callestah’s nipples hardened for him as she sucked in a harsh breath. Ares, outstanding her by two feet and outweighing her by a good 250 pounds, did not settle his weight on her delicate frame but kept it on his own arms and knees. While his muscular body covered hers, the heat built up between them, it did not crush her. His hips moved against her pelvis and were greeted by her with zest. Her slender legs wrapped around him as drunken fingers grabbed fistfuls of wavy hair while the other hand descended to feel his hardness through the leather. Ares felt her hand shake as she came upon it. “I am aware of my size, Lady and yours. You have never been afraid of me before, don't start now.” The small hand began to unfasten his belt. Still teetering on the edge of whether or not he was going to go through with this Ares took his lips away from her breast. “What will you have me do, Lady? Command me. I am yours.”

“Daniel no longer makes love with me, nor touch me softly. He makes me feel dirty.” She confessed in a sad whisper. “As Naganti Kanan did.”

“Then I will caress you and make you feel beautiful again.”

From behind them, Daniel kicked the bedroom open with a heavy crash. “Get off her.” Daniel threatened from the door to his bedroom. Like his wife not an hour ago, Daniel had been standing outside the door listening to the conversation inside and not liking what he was hearing.

Ares turned his head in Daniel’s direction and glared him over his shoulder. “Get out, Daniel.” He demanded. “This is not for your eyes.”

“Get up.” Daniel commanded of his wife.

“ Why? What do you care? You share me with every man who comes along but not him? At least I know his name.”

“He’s your Father.” Daniel shouted.

Defiantly Calla reached up and brought her Father’s lips down to hers.

“Get the fuck off my wife!” Daniel screamed as he laid a hand on the big man‘s bare shoulder.

Ares brushed the hand away with an easy stroke, “ Am I not good enough for her?“ He growled and watched Daniel’s face fall. “What will you give me if I do?”

Daniel Jackson didn‘t have to stop to think about it. “Your Crown and Scepter. Now get off my wife!”

“You're bluffing.” Ares accused but Daniel piqued his curiosity. “You can’t give these back to me.”

“ I know where they are. I’ll bring them to you, if you get off my wife!”

Looking down into her wanton emerald eyes it was a hard decision to make. “Stay,” she whispered to him, her breath full of Nectar and mansis. Her eyes full of desire but faded and distant, her hips thrust against him from below. “I can please you, Lord Ares.”

“Of that I have no doubt, my Lady.” Ares eased himself off his daughter and grabbed for the vest at the side of the bed. “Forty-eight hours, Daniel. I’ll be back for what belongs to me.” Ares disappeared.

“Wait!” Daniel yelled to nothing. “I know what planet they’re on! Forty-eight hours isn’t enough time!”

“Forty-eight hours, Jackson,” a voice with no body called back. “No longer.” Looking back at his wife, he saw her throwing a new shirt over her naked torso. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Me?” She hissed. “Fuck you, Daniel. That’s what I have to say. When Ares returns in two days, I am leaving with him.” Calla brushed past him out of the room.

End of Chapter Three
Daughter of the Gods: Blood Ties
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