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 sends a jolt of pleasure through him like lightning striking the ground. Heat pools in his belly and threatens to make his cock harden once more despite the fact that they've already been intimate several times since last night. Ares looks down, unable to meet her eyes as he feels himself grow even harder beneath her touch. His heart races wildly in his chest, thundering with desire and the thrill of their forbidden game.

Her words are like a dare; an invitation for him to push things further, to see just how far she's willing to go in this little dance they're doing around each other. He swallows hard, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Gripping her hand where it rests on his thigh, he pulls it closer until their fingers are entwined, his thumb sliding across her knuckles in a soft caress.

"You could ride me," he whispers hoarsely, his gaze flickering back up to hers from beneath lowered lashes. He watches as her lips part slightly at the suggestion and feels another surge of desire course through him. His mouth goes dry, and he realizes that he's never wanted anything more than this moment with her; never been so desperate for something so fiercely that it consumes every other thought in his mind save for her and their connection.

The tension between them grows thick enough to cut through the air like a knife, but neither of them seem to care. It's as if they're both caught up in some irresistible current, pulling them ever closer despite any sense of reason or restraint that might once have held them back. A small part of him wonders where it will lead; what the consequences of their actions might be

The sound of her voice sends a shiver down Ares's spine, her words heavy with innuendo and the promise of things to come. His heart races wildly in his chest as he watches her expression shift from teasing to something darker; more primal. It's as if she's revealing a part of herself that she's kept hidden until now, and it both thrills him and terrifies him at the same time.

He knows they're playing with fire here, dancing along the edge of something so much greater than either of them could have ever imagined. But he can't seem to find it within himself to stop; to pull back from this precipice before it's too late. Instead, he leans closer to her, their bodies mere inches apart now as his eyes lock onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or regret.

It's only when Claira meets his gaze that he realizes just how far they've both come since last night; how much has changed between them in such a short amount of time. There was a time when she would have been frightened by this level of intimacy, when the thought of letting herself be so vulnerable with him would have terrified her. But now... now she's smiling at him, an unrepentant smile that speaks of desire and dominance, of pleasure and pain.

Ares finds himself lost in those eyes, unable to look away or tear his focus from her lips as they part slightly, waiting for him to make the first move. His blood is pounding in his ears so loudly it's a wonder she doesn't feel it vibrating against her skin. He can taste the desire on her tongue as he finally leans in closer, pressing his lips against hers with all the passion and need he's

As Ares finishes up with the last of his paperwork and stands to leave his office, he can't help but feel a strange mixture of elation and unease. Elation at the passion they had just shared, unease because it had happened in Claira's room while she was taking a bath. He hadn't intended for things to get that far so quickly, but once she'd kissed him back...well, there was no stopping himself after that.

With one last glance at his desk to make sure everything is in order, he makes his way out of the office and down the hall toward her room. As he approaches the door, he can hear the water running in the bathroom; it seems she's already soaking in the tub. He hesitates for a moment before knocking gently on the doorframe.

"Claira?" he calls softly, not wanting to startle her if she's still in the tub. "It's me. Are you done with your bath?"

There's silence from within the room for a moment, then she responds, her voice muffled by water and cotton. "Almost... just need a bit more time."

Ares nods to himself, though she can't see him do it. He wonders if perhaps this was a mistake; if he should have given her more space after their intimate encounter. But then again, their relationship has always been defined by its unpredictability...and despite everything that's happened so far, he can't help but feel drawn to the excitement and danger of it all.

Ares's heart skips a beat at Claira's invitation. He hadn't expected her to be so brazen, especially given the previous intimate encounters they'd shared. Part of him is taken aback by her directness; another part can't help but feel excited by the possibility of things to come. With a deep breath, he sets aside his thoughts and approaches her room.

As he enters the bathroom, he finds Claira standing before a mirror, running a brush through her wet hair. Her figure is accentuated by the robe she's wearing, drawing his attention to the curves it conceals. The sight of her brings a surge of desire coursing through him, and for a moment he struggles to maintain control over his emotions.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he manages to croak out, finding himself unable to look away from her reflection in the mirror. Despite his apprehension, there's a part of him that hopes she does mean it; that they can continue exploring the boundaries of their relationship like this.

Claira pauses mid-stroke, meeting his gaze in the reflection. Her expression is hard to read, her eyes full of desire and something else entirely. Something much darker. She exhales slowly before dropping the brush onto the vanity and turning to face him fully. "I want you to do as I say, Ares," she says softly, a hint of command in her voice. Then, with one fluid motion, she steps closer and reaches up to draw his head down to hers. Her lips meet his with fiery passion, her tongue dancing against his own in a rough rhythm that matches the racing beat of his heart.

Her hands roam over his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples before

Her words echo through his mind as he nods slowly, unable to tear his gaze away from her. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of obeying her command so explicitly; of giving up control over his body in such a manner. Yet there's something irresistible about it as well - an allure that draws him in and leaves him feeling powerless against its pull.

With one last look into her eyes, he turns and makes his way towards the bed, unable to resist the anticipation of what might come next. His heart races faster with each step, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he imagines Claira joining him on the bed; her soft skin against his own, their bodies moving together in a dance that knows no boundaries.

He reaches the edge of the mattress and lies down, stretching out beneath the sheet with an audible groan. It's not long before he feels her presence beside him, the heat of her body seeping into his. Her hand finds its way to his crotch, stroking gently at first before becoming more insistent as she teases and pleasures him in a way that leaves him helpless with desire.

As she continues to torment him, he closes his eyes and loses himself to the sensation; letting go of everything but the feel of her skin against his own and the rhythm of their bodies moving together. It's an escape from reality, a temporary reprieve from the weight of responsibility that has been bearing down on him for far too long.

And yet even as he gives himself over to this newfound freedom, he can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; how things might change between them once they return to their normal lives. The thought both thrills and terrifies him in equal measure, leaving him feeling as though he

As Claira moves astride him, her weight pressing down on his hips in such a perfect fit that he can feel every inch of their joined flesh, Ares's world narrows to the sensations coursing through his body. Her hands guide him deeper inside her with each thrust, her breath hot against his neck as she arches her back and gasps in pleasure. He can feel the tension building within her, tightening her muscles around him in a vice-like grip that threatens to send him over the edge.

His hands reach up to grab her hips, pulling her lower body more firmly against his own as he thrusts back up into her, matching her rhythm stroke for stroke. His heart pounds wildly in his chest, drowning out everything else except the sounds of their skin slapping together and their ragged breathing filling the room. He can feel himself on the brink of release; the intensity of the pleasure Claira is bringing him bordering on painful, but he doesn't want it to end. Not yet.

The tightening in her belly grows more insistent with each passing moment, and finally she cries out his name as her body convulses around him, riding out her orgasm atop him like a tidal wave of pure sensation. Her weight shifts slightly, taking the pressure off his hips for a heart-stopping instant before returning even more forcefully than before. And with that final movement, she moans softly and collapses onto him, her breath still ragged as their bodies tremble together from the aftershocks of their shared release.

For what seems like an eternity, they lay entangled in each other's arms; fingers laced together, legs twined around one another in a tangle of flesh and bone that feels almost possess

Ares laughs softly at her teasing remark, his fingers splaying out on her back as he feels the warmth of her body against his own. The sensation of her moving against him still sends shivers down his spine, and he can't help but wonder what else she might like to do with him. His gaze travels up to meet hers, their eyes locking in an intense connection that seems to deepen with each passing second.

"You know," he whispers, tracing a line down her cheek and over the bridge of her nose before letting his thumb graze across her bottom lip, "if you'd like to ride me again later tonight... well, I wouldn't mind that at all." He tilts his head slightly, not quite sure how she'll react to his suggestion. They've shared so much already today, but there seems to be an endless well of passion and desire between them still.

Claira smirks mischievously, her green eyes sparkling with delight. "Maybe I will," she teases before leaning in and pressing their lips together once more, letting out a contented sigh as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepens, becoming hotter and more urgent as they lose themselves in the passion that still burns between them despite their recent releases. With each brush of their tongues against one another's, with every gentle caress of skin on skin, it becomes clearer to both of them that this... whatever this is, isn't something easily ignored or put aside. It's real, and it's powerful, and it has the potential to change everything.

As they lie there entwined, their hearts racing wildly in unison, Ares can't help but wonder where the line between reality and fantasy truly lies

The question draws him out of his thoughts briefly, and he considers how much to share about the significance of his tattoos with Claira. They are a very personal part of who he is, symbols that represent not just his past but also his values and beliefs. He looks into her eyes as she traced her fingers along one of the wings on his shoulder and decides that perhaps it's time for them to share more about themselves with each other.

He starts by explaining that most of the tattoos are from when he was younger, before he took up his role in the family business. Back then, they were a way for him to express himself and connect with others who shared similar interests. Many of them represent different aspects of the Greek mythology he grew up hearing stories about: the wings symbolize freedom and immortality; the scales on his arm signify justice; and the sword running down his back is representative of strength and honor.

As she continues to explore his body with her fingertips, asking questions about each tattoo in turn, Ares finds himself opening up more than he ever has before. It feels strange at first, sharing such intimate parts of himself with someone who wasn't part of that world before tonight, but there's something freeing about it as well; like a weight being lifted from his chest. He tells her about the symbols on his back, which represent important events in his life and the lessons he learned from them: loss, love, pain, growth.

Her curiosity seems genuine, and she listens attentively to everything he says, offering up questions and comments that show she's truly interested in understanding who he is beneath the surface. It feels like a gift, this connection they have despite their differences and the circumstances that brought them together tonight. And as she lays there with her head resting on his chest

The question catches him off guard for a moment, eliciting a surprised laugh before he responds. "Well," he says, running a hand through his hair as he considers her phrasing, "it's not exactly for the same reason most people get piercings there." He takes a deep breath and explains that when he was younger, one of his friends had suggested it as sort of a rite of passage. They were all quite into body modification at the time, and getting a genital piercing seemed like the ultimate way to show their commitment to pushing boundaries and expressing themselves.

Looking down at her curious expression, he can't help but feel a bit self-conscious about it now. It's not something he usually talks about with anyone outside of his closest friends, let alone someone like Claira who he'd assumed would be repulsed by the idea. But somehow, sharing this little slice of his past with her feels right; intimate in a way that makes him want to keep exploring their connection further.

"Do you have any piercings?" he asks, changing the subject slightly as his hands begin tracing patterns on her back, careful not to venture too close to any areas she might be sensitive about after their previous activities. "Or any other body modifications I should know about?"

The idea of having a secret tattoo or piercing just for him sends a shiver down Ares' spine. The thought of claiming some part of her body as his own in such an intimate way only serves to deepen the connection they share, making it feel even more real and intense than before. He can't help but wonder what she might choose, imagining tiny star tattooed just above her hip or a discreet navel piercing that he'd be the first to discover when they made love again.

"I think that would be incredible," he whispers, cupping her breast in his hand as he feels her nipple harden beneath his touch. "Something private, just for us to share." His fingers dance across her skin, tracing lazy circles around her areola before moving lower down her stomach. She moans softly at the sensation, arching into him as he explores further.

As if lost in thought, he continues to touch and caress her while his mind wanders back to the idea of a secret tattoo. The image of her lying beneath him with a tiny star on her hip or an anchor etched on her lower back brings another shiver up his spine. It's not just about claiming a part of her body; it's about leaving a permanent mark that symbolizes the connection they share, however fleeting it may seem at times.

"Tell me something else," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Something no one else knows about you." He presses harder against her breast, his erection growing painfully insistent beneath the covers as he waits for her response.

As Claira confesses this secret to him, a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. The thought of her as an expert fighter adds another layer of intrigue and allure to their already complex relationship. She's not just the demigoddess in control; she has strength, agility, and intelligence that can hold her own against anyone who challenges her. It's a side of her he hadn't considered before, but now that it's been revealed, he finds himself even more fascinated by her.

His hands continue to explore her body, moving lower down her stomach and then back up towards her breasts, teasing and taunting the sensitive skin beneath his fingertips. "I find that incredibly sexy," he murmurs against her ear. "You being able to protect yourself... to take care of business when it matters most." His hips move against hers, grinding against her wetness as he grows increasingly aroused by the thought.

The more he learns about Claira, the more he realizes how perfect she is for him; how perfectly their relationship fits together like pieces of a puzzle. Even though they come from such different worlds and have had such different experiences up until now, there's something deep down inside them that connects them on a level beyond mere physical attraction or shared desire. It's as if fate itself has brought them together this night, drawn them into each other's orbit like two stars in an unwritten constellation.

The only question remaining is what happens next? Do they continue to explore this connection, even after the initial passion has cooled? Or do they go their separate ways, forever wondering what could have been if only they had taken that leap of faith and followed where desire led them? As he looks into her eyes, searching for some hint or sign

As Ares stands beside Claira at their engagement party, surrounded by the bright lights and joyous laughter of their families and friends, he can't help but feel a mix of elation and disbelief washing over him. It seems like only yesterday that they first shared their secrets with each other; now here they are, about to pledge their lives to one another in front of everyone they know.

He glances down at the ring on his finger, feeling its weight against his skin as if it's a physical reminder of all that has transpired between them over the past few months. It's not just any ring; it's a symbol of their love and commitment to one another. A symbol that tells everyone who looks upon it just how deeply they are entwined, both emotionally and physically.

When he looks back up at Claira, her beauty takes his breath away once more. Despite the lavish dress she wears and the intricate jewelry adorning her neck and wrists, it's her eyes that hold him captive; they sparkle with happiness and contentment, reflecting the love he sees shining back at him from the faces of their loved ones.

As the party continues, Ares takes every opportunity he can to steal away with Claira for a private moment or two; to share a tender kiss or an intimate embrace beneath the watchful eyes of those around them. It's during these stolen moments that they truly come together; when it feels like there's nothing else in the world except for the two of them and their love for one another.

As the evening draws to a close, Ares finds himself standing at the center of the dance floor, Claira curled up against his side as they sway gently to the music. He closes his eyes,