Chapter Four

I see your true colors
shining through
I see your true colors
and that's why I love you
so don't be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors are beautiful
like a rainbow
True Colors

Cyndi Lauper
Words & Music by Billy Steinberg

“Ares?”

The sound of his name rolling of her lips was sweeter than the lulling strings of the finest harps and lyres.  “Say it again,” he begged with a smile and sat down beside her. Never had those four letters, that small name they’d given him, never did it seem so large and important. Never had he heard it uttered with so much affection.

“Ares.” Callestah whispered and then sucked a cool breath of air into her lungs as she watched his shirt drop away from him and fall to the floor.

 I do want this. I do.

The instinct, the urge, the sheer desire to reach out, reach up, and touch him was too strong to refuse. Daniel’s chest was very nice, yes it was, but Ares’ was thick with muscle and hair. It was broad, sprawling really and just bespoke of all things masculine and primal.  Her finger tips still inches away from the place where his heart beat she felt the heat of his body and his sex radiating from him in long hot waves.  They began to wash over and then sink into her.  One last hesitant look back let the energy crash about them in a torrent of anticipation.  On the verge of telling her to touch him or just grabbing her hand and running it all over his body the wave of expectancy and eager curiosity broke with an electric charge as she lay her palm in the middle of that patch of hair which seemed to be calling her name. “Ares.”  Like Calla experienced with Jackson energy flowed from her to him and back again the more she touched him the more it rose. Perhaps Calla did belong with (and his brother) but she belonged here with him.  Standing at this very strange crossroad Callestah understood that it was time to leave childhood and childish things behind.  After tonight no longer would he be Father but Husband and she was ready to make the transition.

Behave yourself.

Again Ares thought of what excellent advice that was truly the best Zeus ever gave him. It would be so easy not to behave and after waiting for four or five thousand years who could blame him? No one. Indeed if it hadn’t been for Talia’s arrival in his life not that long ago he might not be able to contain himself but Talia had come and reminded him of how a first time should be. Wanting nothing more than to be near her he reached down and picked her off her feet only to settle her upon them on the mattress they would soon share. Once again they faced each other eye-to-eye.  “Do you love me?”

“With all of my heart.”

Ares took on of her hands in his while letting the other glide and dance over his chest. “Do you want me?”

Callestah couldn’t take the warmth of him and the deep musky scent of him any longer she had to be closer to them. She buried her cheek in his the crevice of his chest. “With all my body. You will make love to me?”

He wanted to scream out ‘yes’!  Instead Ares found the bulge between his legs pushing most uncomfortably against his black leather pants. “All night until far past dawn.” Ares promised.  “If you tell me that you forgive me.”

“I forgive you, my Lord.”  She did. For all his faults, including his temper and his zeal to act at all times, Callestah loved him. Sometimes that would mean she got burned. He had not meant for her punishment to last so long, this believed right down to her toes.  He did intend to punish her of this she was equally certain.

Something in her eyes made him think twice.  On the surface and possibly a little deeper if he were very lucky she meant what she said still he never should have taken her to Kanan he should showed more restraint and mercy to his only Daughter.  He should have known that she would not lie about such things should have seen in these emerald eyes that she believed every word she was saying when she accused him of molesting her. “Kiss me the way I’ve watched her kiss Jackson a million times. Kiss me.” Ares said in a commanding whisper.

The way she kissed me a few nights ago.

In her kiss she could not hide and he would know how long the road ahead of them was and indeed if they even had the slightest chance of making it together.  “Tell me you love me that you have waited for me and only me….”

“Yes, you and only you. I have waited a lifetime for this moment and it is all I ever dreamed it to be.  I love you, Callestah.”  Ares pushed the hand on his chest over his heart. “You know this is true.  You feel it.”

“I do.” She smiled wide, closed her eyes and leaned in close to him brushing her lips across his swiftly. They came away with the salted taste of Ichor which had dried on his lower lip. “I’m sorry.” Wetting her thumb with her tongue she dabbed it away from his skin and then combed it from his beard with her fingertips. “I should never have…”

“Yes you should have.” He corrected. “I am not angry.”  She leaned in again and took from his full lips another kiss this one lingering a little longer than the last.  His breath tasted like licorice from the Ouzo they’d been drinking and like him it was both bitter and sweet.

 “I think you’re over dressed.” Ares said pulling away from her and dropping her hand so that he could untie the small ribbons at her shoulders. With two short and gentle tugs Callestah’s wedding dress fell to the bed and away from her body which was now completely bare before his sore waiting eyes. “So beautiful, so delicate and yet you fall in love with a brute like me.  What’s wrong with you?”

Here it was she who thought that he was beautiful. “I guess my Mother didn’t teach me any better.”

“She was a bit….umm…well….” he raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat playfully.

“Gregarious?” Callestah suggested with a straight face.

“Ummm…”Ares nodded his head up and down and then laughed. “Good word, we’ll use it. Gregarious she was. You’re too kind, Lady.”  Taking a slight step back Ares openly admired his new companion. The bulge in his pants grew larger still. It was bent harshly and if he didn’t pull it free soon he was going to be in great pain. That was all right he’d take that with the pleasure of having her here and be damn happy for it. “What words shall we use to describe you?”  She made as if to pull away while color rushed into her face and Callestah averted her eyes but before she could say anything he spoke again. “Don’t do that. Let her be modest let her feel humility not you.  You’re above all of that.”  Reaching out with his big strong hands Ares gently turned her toward the other side of the room and to the two mirrors there; a full length beveled mirror on a stand and the one which accompanied the dresser in this most private of bedrooms.

Looking into the mirror she was at first struck by how different they were. She standing on the bed and just eeking her head to the level of his shoulder.  He so broad and standing behind her even so visibly her small body did nothing to block him from the reflection.  She with her white skin and auburn hair and he with his brawny olive body and those flowing raven locks.  So different and yet she couldn’t remember ever feeling more whole than when she was with him.  “Nimble,” Callestah finally in answer to his question.  In the mirror she watched him grin and then smile wide.  If it made him happy that was good but she chose the word to honor her alter ego who was as nimble as a reed in the wind.  So would she be if she needed to.

“That’s a good word,” Ares said nodding his head, “I like it very much.”

“We will be all right, my Lord?”  Her tone turned serious. “You and I?”

“My Lady, we are going to be unstoppable.” Ares promised and for the last time that night he swooped her up in his arms and turned her around and around in a dance. Callestah wrapped her arms around his thick neck while she laughed and threw her head back and a carpet of spun fire swirled around her.  When he was done dancing with her Ares grabbed the bottle of Ouzo by the bed that he laid her down on. “Drink with me.” He took a long swig from the bottle and handed it to her.

Callestah did not refuse but any good Wife would say something, wouldn’t she? “Careful, my Lord, that’s alcohol not Nectar.”

“I know what it is, woman.” He growled with a grin and watched her drink down a good mouthful of the strong clear liquid.  Handing it back to him she coughed and raised her hand to cover her mouth. “Ha, puts hair on your chest.” Ares cracked.  He never understood how Calla could drink that Jack Daniels’ crap or why she’d want to when this was available to her.

“We wouldn’t want that.” She said to him pushing the bottle away when he offered it to her again. She too never truly understood why Calla drank when all it did was make her act a fool and then give her a headache. The other drugs she indulged in however, yes, Callestah could see the appeal there.

“Ummmm, perhaps you’re right. Perhaps we would not want that.” Putting the bottle back on the nightstand he leveled himself over her.  “No, that would be a crime.”  Ares saw no more reason to wait so he didn’t. His big hand descended over her small pert breast swallowing it up whole in his palm. “They’re perfect just the way they are.”  Not wanting the other one to feel left out, Ares didn’t hesitate to take it into his mouth.  Callestah sucked in a deep breath.  That unceasing ever-growing bulge in his pants had to be dealt with so he reached down and did just that with his free hand. She responded easily to his touch more easily than her Mother with more passion and longing. Her hands wandered up his arms to his shoulders and then ran through his hair. Soon she was tugging at him to move pulling him closer; she wanted him over her.  His full lips broke away from their work at her hard nipple and he grasped her under the arms, slid her all the way up the bed and onto the pillows and then did as she wanted and, afraid he might crush her, Ares settled himself over but not on her.

That wasn’t what she had in mind. Enveloping him in her arms once more, her hands scanning the full of his rippling back and waiting to explore the front side of him again, she pulled Ares down to where she lay comfortable against the soft pillows while her legs locked around his taut waist and punctuated her desire to be as close as possible to him.  If that weren’t enough for the God of War to get the message her tongue parted his lips and then slid inside.

The climbing tide of passion around them ebbed and flowed around them until there was nothing left to planet Earth other than Ares and Callestah.  The hardness she pulled away from earlier now strained against the flesh of the underside of her knee. “Do you want me to grow?” She asked in a breathless whisper thinking if she were taller that might make things easier on both of them.

“No,” he returned, “do you want me to shrink?”  His question was two fold. Ares was not a great shape shifter by any means but he could temporarily make himself a big shorter in one of two ways as he’d done when he was Samantha’s lover.

“No,” she whispered, “I want to know…I want you to show me…everything.”

“All good things to those who wait.” He teased brushing his hands through her hair and thinking of how long his own wait had been.  Still, in the end, there probably weren’t truer words in all the universe; all good things to those who wait.  Not ready to enter her but definitely ready to be rid of the leather pants which were constricting him so harshly Ares eased off of her once more to stand by the bed.  “Free me.” He said referring to the lace which kept the black leather around his tight hips with both his eyes and his hands.

Rising cautiously to her knees and licking her lips Callestah reached out to the knot beneath his navel and untied the string.  Slowly she pulled the laces apart. The pants were tight, very tight and he was beginning to sweat with desirous anticipation that made them difficult to remove. She had to climb off of the bed to stand in front of him working her fingers between the thick material and his softer skin.  The light salty scent of him rose to greet her as she descended along with the leather on his body.  All she wanted to do was lick him but instead she settled quietly on her knees gazing up at her new Husband with schoolgirl awe.  

Calla loved Jackson and if she had her way she would never be touched by another man…ever.  Callestah could see her point Jackson was handsome man. However, Ares was no man and, look at him, what Mortal Born man could ever hope to compare—physically—to the God of War?  She knew of none.

When it came to Olympians and Gods there were others who would tell you that Apollo was the most handsome of all the Olympians but they would be wrong and they would only say such a thing because they were loathe to give Ares his due on this point.  By far Ares was the more superior male Olympian—at least physically he was.  He was the very definition of what an Olympian male should look like and how his physique should be kept.  Standing at just under eight feet tall and weighing in around 350 pounds—all muscle the man had a ratio of a mere 1% body fat if that from the top of his head to the soles of his feet—and all points in between-- he was faultless. He was the ultimate in primal, animal, masculine perfection.

The additional point of animal desire and lust between his legs was equally flawless and exactly proportioned to the rest of his massive stature. Callestah looked at it with great abandon and a tinge of fear her tongue rolling across her lips and her hands now exploring his calves up to his thighs and then…she was rising from her knees. As if on autopilot or guided by an outside force she leaned in forward to lay kisses on his inner thigh and then up over his hips to his flat six-pack stomach.  She smiled when Ares moaned above her knowing her breath was hot on that hard part of him standing up straight and proud to rest its head several inches above his bellybutton.  Looking at it she wondered if she could get her hand around it and thought her chances slim.  It was worth trying, now wasn’t it? Sure it was.

“What are you doing?” Ares asked above her after all this was supposed to be her night and he had many plans on how he was going to go about pleasing her. This was something he did not expect, not tonight anyway.

“Worshipping my Lord and Husband.” She returned with a happy grin.  “He is most handsome most fit and most beautiful.”

Oh well, in that case…. “Continue.” He said in a regal yet playful tone. 

The coy grin on her face grew wider. Wrapping her right hand around and steadying herself with her left on his outer thigh, giving one last cautious glance upward to see him gazing down at her with wonder and anticipation in his onyx eyes, Callestah opened her mouth ad took the tip of him inside.  Long ago Eros taught her how to do this it was one of the things they practiced repeatedly when he came to her disguised as their Father. Alas poor Eros was no where near as well endowed as Ares perhaps that was one thing which had caused him to go quite mad and attack her the way he had. Perhaps it was nothing more that jealousy.

No matter what the reason was it was due to Eros’ diligence Kanan enjoyed this activity time and again until Calla perfected it.  His cock was hot and hard but still decadently soft, a fist in a velvet glove, as her tongue danced around it and beads of sweat broke out between her exposed beasts.  Ares’ hand caressed her face as he let out a deep moan above her and she took him down further. When she started to choke she swallowed to avoid that nasty gag reflex and took him down a little more. Still it would take much practice before she could fit all or even most of him into her mouth and then down her slender throat but they had time and eventually she would accomplish this feat with much delight.  For now she rocked back and forth, closer and farther to him, on her knees taking him in and out and down while she stroked him with her hand all in one fluid motion.

Ares thought he was burst he would just cum right then and there. For a virgin she gave a hell of a blow job.  He reached down to pick her up and bring her back to the bed but she wasn’t moving to his whim. The hand on his thigh moved around to clamp down on his hard butt cheek steadying herself and keeping her in place while doing the same for him. The next thing he was aware of was that she’d let go of his shaft and now both hands were on his firm rounded ass but the fingers of one were slick with her saliva. Rising higher on her knees she grabbed firm hold of one cheek while sliding her index finger into his hole. Above her Ares let out not a moan but a squeal, he almost sounded like a schoolgirl. She smiled with him in her mouth. Playing both ends at once it did not take long for Ares to give in. They had all night and every night to come for a thousand years, why hold back any longer? Holding on to both sides of her head and throwing his own back he let out a howl as the fire rose uncontrollably in his belly and he let forth a load of cum equivalent to his massive size and which she did not hesitate to swallow down and then lick every drop from his shaft, stem to stern.

“You’re remarkable, were you aware of this fact?” He asked her. This time when he reached down and under her she did not resist his attempt to lay her prone on the bed.  “I want to know how you taste.”

Taste. Yes. There was the salted taste of him lingering in her mouth. Callestah reached for the bottle of Ouzo and took down a long swallow of the biting licorice alcohol.  “Fee-li se me.” (Kiss me). “Parakalo.” (Please)

 She handed it to him as he settled between her waiting legs and then held it to his lips so that Ares could have a long drink. Call it a preemptive measure; she was trying to prevent him from suffering through the long thirsty work ahead of him.

He’d waited long in between tastes of her, well except for this last time it had only been a week since he lasted tasted of her. A taste so sweet and provocative that Ares did not wash his beard for two days so that he could continue to have the taste and the scent of her whenever he wanted it.  Now that would be exactly what he would have; the fresh taste of her lolling about on his tongue whenever he wanted it. The lightly musky scent of her rose to greet him as he settled between her bare legs there was something a bit off about it. Perhaps it was the soap or the oils the women used to bathe her before the ceremony but it wasn’t as deep and heady as it was a few nights ago and even before. No matter it was still inviting and his mouth still watered at the thought of….

The thick beard on his chin ruffled against the tender skin of her inner thighs while that hot tongue and those full moist lips explored the area between.  Callestah’s back arched and she drew in a quick breath of air as Ares’ tongue darted around the sensitive flesh between her legs.  The sensation almost brought fresh tears to her eyes as it made her head reel. Eros had never been so kind neither had Kanan for that matter but Callestah hadn’t had to deal with him. Jackson? He did this often for Calla and now Callestah understood why she liked it so much.  She made the strangest cooing sounds, just as Callestah was doing now, when Daniel was between her legs.  Callestah couldn’t help smiling or snuggling down further into the soft warmth of the fluffy mattress and pillows below her. What he was doing felt so good and so right she never wanted it to end.

The light sweet taste Ares anticipated was not what was rolling around on his waiting tongue. Perhaps it was the Ouzo, it numbed his lips and left that licorice taste in his mouth. Maybe that was interfering. No matter. She was here…finally and so was he. Nothing was going to stop them now.  With her body and Forever laid out before him like some grand and divine buffet he slid his tongue into her and she moaned above him. Below him her thighs trembled when his index finger ever so gently slid into her to mingle with the tip and then the flat of his tongue.

Forever.

Calla promised it to Jackson. Stupid Mortals. Both of them. Stupid, stupid Mortals. Calla wasted so much time and energy in trying to remain Ares’ Daughter and only that, why couldn’t she understand all that she was missing, turning away from even? Why had she been so damn stubborn about it?

What does it matter anymore? He asked himself as he lay between those lovely columns drinking down the taste of her.  Ares couldn’t understand why he was still thinking about Calla or why he even cared now that he had everything he ever wanted dancing in the palm of his oversized hand.

Callestahs’ hips began to rise and fall with the movement of his hand. Suddenly she was pushing at the mattress, struggling, pulling to be away from him. “Don’t fight it.” Ares mumbled as he continued working her with that single digit sliding in and out of her deeper and wetter with each stroke. “Please my love, don’t fight. Surrender to me a--” He stopped before he could say ‘as you did before’.  “It’s all right, don’t be afraid.”  Her eyes were wild as she looked everywhere in the room except at him.  “It is good.” Ares asserted before doubling his work. The harder she fought the harder she started to cum until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her feet wriggling against the mattress and her hands grabbing fistfuls of the bedding below her she ushered forth a river of juice that he lapped up in anticipation of even more to come.

Though his words brought comfort and reassurance she was not so certain as the feeling rose between her legs to her stomach and then spread fire throughout her body. “Ares? Husband?”

“Shhhhh,” Ares whispered his breath hot against the sensitive skin between her legs. “For me only for me.”

Fear and passion rose in swift competition but passion won out in the end. Callestah let out a deep moan and then a cry before she finally came for the very first time in her 55 years on planet Earth.  Well, not her first time, there had been that exquisite night with Daniel and David and she came many times that night but this was the first time she did this in a body of her own with a will of her own and without Calla’s permission. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She cried out softly and could not hold back the wave of desire any longer.

“And I you, never forget that.”  The slightly bitter slightly salty juice rained down over his tongue and single digit which was so expertly prodding her.  Not as sweet as before but still just as good was the taste on his tongue as Ares slithered up her small body to see her face flushed with color and lay his large hand over the place where her heart beat so rapidly he thought it would never calm.  “Come down, my darling, come down here with me.” He whispered.  “We fly very high together soon but now come back to Earth with me.”  Her eyes opened and he smiled at the satisfaction he saw reflected there and how it mingled with an even brighter curiosity than before.  Like Jackson but unlike a God of Ares’ longevity and experienced he did not want to kiss her again with the taste of her still fresh in his mouth. Ares reached for the bottle of Ouzo by the bed took a long swig and then held it out for her. The moment of truth was here and she could use a little numbing before he….. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Callestah said in a slightly shaking voice and accepted the bottle and drink with equally shaking hands.  “Promise…”

“It won’t hurt long.” He returned knowing that he should tell her it would hurt deeply but virgins they always so skittish when they got right down to it.  The last thing he wanted to offer her was a reason to turn him away. Pain always seemed to do that. “I will be very careful with you, my love.”

For one moment as he loomed over her he seemed so very big and she so very small just like when she was nothing more than a little girl.  “Husband?”

Ares lips came down over hers and silenced her fears.  One strong arm slid beneath her bringing her up and closer to him while the other kept him settled over her and baring his weight.  The tip of his hard cock rubbed against the slickness between her legs and grew harder than he thought possible. “Trust in me. Hold on to me and don’t let go.”

Looking up at him still not completely sure of what she was doing Callestah nodded. While his rather large fingers had brought her a pleasurable sensation she had known only once it had hurt as well and so…. Her arms tightened around him and she winced in pain as he began to enter her.  “Fa…” she whimpered and caught herself. “Ares?” He said nothing in return he just held her firmly in place.  No longer were they face to face but instead her head was pushed back against the feather pillows, he above her and the closest body part of the God of War was the middle of his strong chest.  She had to crane her neck upward and then her eyes to see him when she did he was looking down at her with great joy and desire. Without averting his eyes in the slightest he pushed deeper into her Callestah let out another small but meaningful cry while the arm behind her brought her up closer to him until her body was pressed full to his and her cheek nestled deep in his soft chest hair.  It almost felt like being in the arms of a great bear that was both wild and gentle.   Another long slowly steady push and she felt her body tear. Against his skin she cried out one more time, “Please…Ares…stop.”  The arm behind her stiffened even further as did the shaft inside her until she felt him so deeply inside her she thought surely his cock was somewhere just below her bellybutton and before the night was over she’d swear it was going to exit through her throat.  But by the time they got there she’d be begging him for more.

End Chapter Four Of True Colors: Ares & Callestah A Love Story
By Moon Mistress
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