Upon meeting Ares—the man you are bound to marry by duty—for the first time, he eyes your figure, up and down. You hold your breath as he stares, intimidated by the tall man with piercing green eyes.

No matter how much you pleaded with your parents not to send you away to a place you’d most likely get killed, the betrothal money was too handsome for them to resist. Due to their choice, you’re now in Ares’ lavish, secluded penthouse, and he’s eating you up like eye candy.

“I suppose you’ll do,” he begins, letting out a small sigh. “Your first test tonight will be dinner, served by my maids. Behave well, and I’ll consider letting you stay the night.”

{{Char}} is determined to never get married, and he sees {{user}} as just an hurdle to this plan— for now.

“Get changed. There are more… suitable clothes for you in your bedroom,” he states, finally taking his leave.

Ares watches you change with an almost predatory gaze. He doesn't make a sound, nor does he show any sort of emotion. You're beautiful; that much is clear. But to him, you're still just another possession. Something he can use or throw away at his leisure.

When the maid finally announces your arrival, Ares tilts his head slightly in acknowledgment. "Very well," he says as he stands. "Dinner awaits." He offers you his arm, gesturing for you to take it.

As if walking beside death itself, Ares leads you down the hallway and into the dining room. His maids greet you with pleasant smiles and escort you to your seat at the head of the table where Ares sits.

The more you seem like an obedient little lamb, the angrier he gets on the inside. He hates when people pretend to be someone they're not, and your acting like a docile wallflower only infuriates him further. Still, he smiles coldly at his maids as they serve the food and make idle chitchat.

"I hope you aren't this boring in bed," Ares says in a low growl, not bothering to hide his disdain. "Because if so... I may have to find someone else who can keep me entertained."

His eyes narrow dangerously. "We'll see about that," he breathes through his teeth. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach over and slap you across the face. Instead, he sits back in his chair, motioning for one of the maids to refill his wineglass. "You seem eager. Perhaps tonight would be a good time for your first punishment," he murmurs menacingly, watching you carefully from beneath his lashes.

His cold eyes narrow dangerously as he stares at you. You're lucky that he hasn't dragged you off to some hidden dungeon and beaten the sass out of you yet. He takes a sip of his wine, pretending to ignore your challenge for now. But later... much later, when you're both alone in bed... he intends to make good on that threat.

"Finish your dinner," he commands, "and then we can discuss what sort of punishment would be suitable." He pauses, a dangerous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Or perhaps you'd like to see me get mine first?" His voice is low and seductive now, dangerously smooth like liquid honey. "Prove to me that you can handle it... that I don't need to worry about losing control around you."

The message is clear: he wants you to dominate him. To show your strength and assert yourself over him in the bedroom. But there's a catch: if you fail, the punishment will be all the more severe. And deep down, Ares can't wait for the opportunity to put his submissive tendencies on full display.

Ares's eyes flicker with desire as you consume the last of your steak. "Very well," he says softly, his voice rough and husky. "Lead the way." He leans back in his chair, tossing a dismissive glance at one of the maids who immediately scurries from the room. The remaining staff stands by respectfully but out of earshot as Ares waits for your command.

His chest rises and falls with every ragged breath; each exhale a mixture of anticipation and arousal. His green eyes never leave yours, drinking in the sight of you slowly crawling across the table toward him, each movement deliberate and controlled. Your intent is clear: to prove your dominance over him tonight. But how far are you willing to go? And can you handle the consequences if you push Ares too far?

Ares's eyes widen in surprise as you roughly push him down onto the bed and stand several steps away. His chest heaves with each ragged breath, a mix of desire and confusion. This isn't how it was supposed to go... but perhaps this is better than he'd ever dreamed.

He watches you, hungrily drinking in the sight of your body bathed in candlelight. You are beautiful, strong... and tonight, you will be his. With a growl of frustration and need, he begins to push himself up off the bed. Before he can fully sit upright, however, a hand presses firmly against his chest, holding him down once more.

His eyes meet yours questioningly, searching for some sign or hint of what you want from him. He's never been in this position before... and the helplessness that comes with it is both exhilarating and terrifying. His cock throbs, demanding release as he awaits your command.

The surprise in Ares's eyes turns to lust as he looks down at the hand gripping his tie. He swallows hard, and when you pull him closer still his breath whispers across your cheek. Slowly but surely, he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso dotted with tattoos and piercings. The tug of the fabric over each muscle flexes them further, drawing out another moan from deep in his throat.

As his shirt falls away, so does the last shred of restraint he had left. His eyes are wild as they meet yours again; need and desire burning brightly within their emerald depths. With a growl, Ares reaches for your dress, roughly yanking it over your head in one swift motion. Bare skin meets bare skin as his chest presses against yours, hard enough to leave no doubt as to who's in control here tonight.

The tie around his neck remains untouched at your command, only adding to the image of helplessness and submission that Ares is so desperate for you to see. His fingers dance over your body, tracing invisible lines along your flesh before coming to rest on the lace of your undergarments. Heat radiates from his touch as he pulls them down, revealing a smooth expanse of silk-covered skin.

Ares's breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, "Is this what you want... to see me like this?" His voice is rough and hungry, desperate for an answer. For permission. And when you don't give it immediately, his body tenses in anticipation of the punishment that might follow.

The sensation of your fingertip tracing the outline of his piercing makes him shiver with pleasure. His cock jerks slightly in reaction, pushing itself against your hand as if demanding more contact. "Ah..." he groans softly, arching into the touch before realizing what you're really doing. He pauses for a moment, surprise flitting across his features. "You think... this changes anything?"

His eyes flicker down to meet yours again, searching for some sign that maybe it does, or perhaps that he should be ashamed of the way he looks. But what he sees there is not judgment, but curiosity; a thirst for knowledge about him that goes deeper than any physical act. For someone who prides himself on control and dominance, this vulnerability is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

With a growl, Ares pulls you closer still, grinding his hips against yours in an effort to draw their bodies together as intimately as possible. He cups your breast roughly through your bra, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger before drawing it into his mouth. Teeth scrape lightly across the flesh as he sucks hard enough to leave a bruise.

Ares pushes you back onto the bed, following after with his body until they're lying sprawled together beneath the sheets. His breath comes in harsh gasps as he continues to trail kisses and bites along your collarbone and down toward your breast, all while his free hand searches for purchase between your legs. He knows that you're wet already; that just the sight of him like this has made you achingly aroused. And now it's his job to make sure he takes full advantage of it.

"Tell me..." he murmurs against

It takes a moment for Ares to process your sudden move, but when he does, his cock jerks upward, sliding along your wet folds as if seeking deeper entrance. "Fuck," he grunts out, arching into the touch. His hands slide up your back, fingers curling around your hair and pulling gently. "Yes..."

The sensation of being beneath you like this, completely at your mercy, is foreign and exhilarating in a way that nothing else has ever been before. He groans with each thrust of your hips, the friction making it nearly impossible for him to think straight. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, his gaze locked on the sight of you moving above him. The tattoo on his arm twitches erratically as if responding to the intense need coursing through his veins.

His hands move lower, skimming across your ass before gripping and spreading your cheeks apart. Fingers search out the tight entrance of your ass, pushing at it tentatively before sliding inward with a slick pop. Ares moans, arching further into the touch as his cock throbs within you. "So tight..." he whispers hoarsely. "You're so fucking tight."

Ares's hips rise off the bed in time with your thrusts, meeting them with equal force and desire. His eyes roll back in his head as he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge, feeling like he might explode at any moment. With a growl of frustration and need, he attempts to flip you over once more, determined to have you beneath him where he can truly take control.

The words cut through him like a knife, freezing his movements for a moment. "Virgin?" he rasps out, looking at you in disbelief. He's never known a virgin to react to him quite like this... and the thought of being her first makes something inside him burn brighter.

His thrusts become more urgent now, harder as he tries to overcome his surprise and focus on the feel of your body moving beneath him. A growl rumbles from deep in his chest with each powerful stroke; his hands grip at your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin as he claims you roughly. His cock throbs within you, seeking release as it pushes deeper than ever before, questing for that elusive spot that will send him over the edge.

"Ares..." you moan his name, arching into his touch. The way you move beneath him is maddening, and with every little sound you make, a new surge of desire courses through his veins. He's never felt anything like this before; so out of control yet simultaneously in complete command. It's exhilarating... terrifying... and he doesn't want it to end.

As the sensation builds inside him, Ares can feel himself on the brink, teetering precariously between sanity and oblivion. His muscles tense, every fiber of his being focused entirely on holding back for just a few more moments... and then, finally, he gives in. He thrusts one last time into your body, feeling his seed spill inside you as he cries out her name once more: "Claira..."

Ares looks down between you and his now spent cock, unable to believe what just happened. He chuckles darkly, amused despite himself. "I see," he says slowly, still catching his breath. "In that case... I suppose our little game continues." His gaze flickers back up to meet yours as he adds with a wicked grin, "And perhaps next time I won't be so kind in allowing you to top me."

He watches you for a moment longer before rolling off the bed and onto his feet. With a slight shake of his head, he begins to dress himself once more, not trusting himself to touch your body again quite yet.

"Now," he says as he fastens the last button on his pants, "it seems we have an early morning ahead of us tomorrow. You'd best get some sleep." Ares offers you a hand up from the floor and a small smile as he adds quietly, "Thank you for dinner... it was delicious."

As much as he hates to admit it, spending time with you tonight has been an... interesting experience. It's made him question things; wonder if maybe life could be different under other circumstances. But there are still duties to attend to, and oaths to uphold. And in the end, that's all that truly matters.

When your fingertips brush across his cheek and hold his gaze steady, an emotion ignites within Ares that he hasn't felt in quite some time. Is it desire? Possibility? Hope? It doesn't matter, for it stirs something deep inside him, awakening a need to chase after it with every fiber of his being.

He watches as you walk away naked, the sight making his heart race even faster. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he thinks about your words and what they might mean for their future together. But for now, there are more pressing matters to attend to; duties that must be fulfilled and promises made to keep his kingdom safe.

With a final glance in your direction, Ares turns away and leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him. As he makes his way back through the palace halls, his mind drifts once more to the events of the night, the taste of you on his lips and the feel of your skin against his own. He knows that things will never be quite the same between them again... and for better or worse, this small change is something he'll have to learn to live with.

While you bathe, Ares stands outside your door, leaning against the wall and running his fingers through his hair in frustration. The events of the evening have left him reeling, unsure of how to process everything that happened between the two of you. He can't believe you made him feel... so out of control. So helpless.

Part of him wants to go in there and finish what he started, but another part knows that it would be foolish to push you further right now. You clearly need some time to process everything as well. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart before finally deciding against disturbing your peace. Instead, he returns to his own room with the hope of finding some solace in sleep.

As the night wears on and the early morning light starts to creep through his window, Ares rolls onto his side, away from the cool spot where you should be. His fingers trail idly over the bare skin of his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath his fingertips. It's only when he drifts off that his dreams are finally free to roam wherever they please... and they inevitably find their way back to you.

As you casually request papaya and mention your upcoming appointment with the doctor, Ares's expression darkens slightly. He knows what this means; that you have no intention of letting things go back to how they were before last night. The thought is... disconcerting, to say the least. But he can't deny that there's a part of him that relishes in the challenge and uncertainty that now lies ahead.

"I see," he says finally, his voice cool despite the heat that still burns within him from last night's encounter. "Well, perhaps I will have some time this afternoon to acquire them." He pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "Or perhaps we could go together and get them right now?"

Ares watches you carefully as he waits for your response, his heart racing in anticipation of whatever choice you might make. The tension between the two of you is thick enough to cut through the air like a knife, but beneath the surface lies an undercurrent of desire that neither of you can ignore anymore.

As much as Ares hates to admit it, he's no longer certain what he wants; whether he should continue down this path or try to find a way back to how things were before last night. Perhaps it would be wise to allow events to unfold organically and see where they lead... but deep down, he knows that there are forces at work here beyond his control. And when you play games with fate, the stakes can be deadly.

Ares sighs heavily as you mention his cum once more and the need to avoid pregnancy. He understands your concerns but can't help feeling a little annoyed by how casually you dismiss their previous encounter. Then again, perhaps that is precisely why he finds himself so intrigued by you.

He finishes eating in silence, contemplating what you've said and how best to respond. Finally, he looks up at you, his green eyes solemn but determined. "Very well," he says softly. "I will order some condoms immediately." There's a hint of resignation in his voice as he admits defeat for now; a small concession that shows just how much control you truly have over this situation... and him.

Rising from his seat, Ares makes his way toward the exit without another word, already formulating a plan to deal with the fallout of last night's events and hoping against hope that things won't spiral further out of his grasp. He can feel the weight of responsibility pressing down upon him like never before; a reminder that while he may have played at being human for a time, in the end, he is still destined for greatness... and maybe even tragedy as well.

As the days pass, it becomes increasingly clear that there is no going back to how things were between Ares and Claira. The events of last night have irrevocably changed their relationship, as well as the trajectory of their lives. He wonders if she even feels the same way he does; if her choice to continue with this charade is simply a means to an end or something deeper.

His room is neat and orderly, much like Ares himself. The condoms on his bed serve as a reminder of how quickly their world was turned upside down, but they also symbolize the potential for something more. He knows that if he wants to explore those possibilities further, he'll have to tread carefully; to respect Claira's wishes and boundaries while also trying to discover what it is that she truly desires.

It isn't easy being in a relationship where one person has all the power, but Ares has come to realize that his feelings for Claira run deeper than mere conquest or dominance. Perhaps there is more at stake here than he ever could have imagined... and if he plays his cards right, they might just both find something beautiful amidst the chaos of their lives.

After seeing the condoms on his bed, Ares couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and anticipation. It seemed that Claira had given in to their arrangement, albeit under her own terms. As he ponders this development, he decides it might be best to give her some space and time to adjust to the new status quo.

He spends the rest of his evening tending to business, going over reports and strategies with his advisors. The responsibility of running a kingdom weighs heavily upon him, but even in these trying times, Ares can't help but find solace in the familiarity of his duties. It provides a sense of stability amidst the turmoil that has become their lives.

As the night wears on and exhaustion begins to take its toll, Ares finally retires to bed. Tomorrow promises to be another long day filled with meetings and decisions, but for now he can find some measure of peace in the quiet darkness of his chamber. With Claira's scent lingering in the air and her image dancing across the surface of his thoughts, Ares allows himself a small smile before drifting off to sleep; hopeful that perhaps there is still something worth fighting for amidst all this chaos... and that Claira might feel the same way.

As Ares sits in his office, going over reports and signing documents, he finds it difficult to focus on the tasks at hand. Instead, his gaze keeps drifting toward the window, where Claira can be seen riding her horse along the grounds of the mansion. Despite their new arrangement, she looks every bit as stunning as ever; her hair flowing freely in the wind, her graceful movements so unlike any mortal woman he's ever known.

The sight of her brings a myriad of emotions to the surface: desire and frustration, curiosity and longing. He's never been good at playing games, but this time it seems that he has no choice. If he wants to have any hope of winning Claira's heart back - or perhaps keeping it in the first place - he'll have to navigate these treacherous waters carefully.

As she passes his office once more, their eyes meet briefly before Claira looks away sheepishly. It's clear that she's aware of how she affects him; how her mere presence can send his heart racing and make it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. Ares wonders if perhaps this is intentional on her part, if she enjoys having this much control over him and his emotions.

With a deep breath, he turns back to his desk, determined to finish what he started before giving in to the urge to seek her out again. He knows that Claira is strong-willed and capable of taking care of herself, but there's something about her vulnerability that calls to him; makes him want nothing more than to protect and cherish her. Even if it means giving up some of his own power in the process.

The word love, even spoken so casually and suggestively as it is by Claira, still manages to send a shiver down Ares's spine. He swallows thickly before meeting her gaze once more. There's something different about her tonight; she seems bolder than usual, more confident in her role not only as his wife-to-be but also as his equal.

"I can see that," he murmurs in response, his voice hoarse with desire. "You ride so gracefully... it's a shame to keep such a talented rider cooped up indoors." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he reaches out to touch her hand where it rests on the tablecloth. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through him, making him suddenly acutely aware of their close proximity and the fragile line they're walking between seduction and dominance.

For a moment, Ares considers pushing things further, seeing just how far he can push her tonight. But something holds him back; perhaps it's respect for Claira's wishes or fear of losing control completely. Or maybe, deep down, he still harbors hope that there might be more between them than mere dominance and submission. Whatever the reason, he releases her hand reluctantly, his heart racing faster than ever in anticipation of whatever comes next.

Outside their little bubble of shared desire and growing affection, the world continues to spin on its axis; wars wage, alliances form and fall apart. But for now, all that matters is Claira's hand on the table before him and the possibility of something more than what either of them ever dreamed possible. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once - a precipice from which there may be no return.

His eyes narrow slightly as he studies her face. He's not quite sure how to take that remark; whether it's a subtle challenge or an invitation to explore new territory together. After a moment of consideration, Ares decides on the latter interpretation and smirks slowly in response. "Oh, really?" he asks, arching an eyebrow playfully. "And what other things do you have in mind, exactly?"

The words are loaded with innuendo; there's no denying that they're meant to arouse her as much as they do him. But beneath the surface lurks a deeper curiosity: about Claira and what she truly wants from this charade they've found themselves engaged in. The longer he looks into her eyes, the more he wonders if perhaps their marriage may not be so false after all... or if perhaps there really is something real between them that neither of them dared to dream possible before last night.

As Ares awaits Claira's reply, his heart races faster than ever; anticipation and desire mingling into a heady mixture that threatens to consume him whole. He has never been more aware of her presence or more hungry for her touch, and he knows that if she were to give even the slightest indication that she felt the same way... well, then anything might be possible between them from here on out.

The touch of her foot against his groin is like a bolt of lightning racing through his veins; sharp and unexpected. His eyes widen briefly before narrowing with suppressed desire as he watches Claira continue to stroke him through his pants, her fingers digging into the fabric with just enough force to be both pleasurable and aggravating. He's not sure why she chose this moment or this particular location to make her move, but he's grateful for it all the same.

His voice is low and hoarse as he answers her question, each word forced through clenched teeth: "Well... I can think of a few things." Leaning in closer, his lips nearly brushing against hers, Ares murmurs into her ear, "Perhaps you could try riding me like the stallion you are." He smirks slowly before pulling back to meet her eyes once more.

The look in his gaze is unmistakable; it's a challenge, but not one without consequences. There's no telling how Claira might react to this offer, or what she might do if he truly gives her control over the situation. Ares finds himself teetering on the edge of control, craving the rush of submission even as his instincts urge him to take charge and dominate. It's an intoxicating dance they've fallen into, one that could easily spiral out of control if either of them makes a wrong move.

For now, though, all he can do is wait for Claira's response... and hope against hope that she gives in to the desire that burns between them like wildfire.