Author's note- This is an anthology series set in the same dreamy Greek inn. Each is a modern take on an ancient Greek myth yet the characters and plot differ so they can be read separately or in any order the reader chooses. Enjoy!
~Reforging Old Bonds~
I'm going to tell him.
Didi stared at the text message she had just sent her trainer-turned-lover, willing a response to appear on the little screen.
She looked up at her clueless husband who sat across the café table, his face mostly covered by a newspaper. A glance down at her phone revealed
...
the dots of doom. She watched them blink and disappear, blink and disappear, for what felt like forever.
Ping.
Finally!
Are you sure that's wise babe?
The return text read. Wise?! Since when did he start caring about doing what was wise? Certainly not when he was pushing her up against the locker of the gym after every training session.
Didi's nervous hands gripped the handle of her coffee cup tightly. She fretted over a tiny chip in her long ruby red nails. It wasn't easy staying this sexy- the manicures, the painful waxing, the expensive hair bleaching, the latest season's fashions. And did Chase appreciate her considerable efforts in the pursuit of beauty? Heck no! Her oblivious hubby hardly noticed anything. So focused on his work as a geologist for a major mining firm, he was more myopic than a cyclops.
"Dear, I wanted to talk about something with you." Didi ventured, trying to give her voice the proper seriousness for the circumstances without alarming him.
"Hmmm." Chase responded with obvious disinterest, not even bothering to lift his gaze from the business section. As usual he was too distracted by shiny rocks to notice her tone or even her constant glances at her phone. He probably wouldn't even take note if she stripped to the skins and did bare naked cartwheels down the sidewalk.
Didi needed to be noticed, she fed off it. It might be considered vain or shallow, but it was just how she was wired. How else was she to feel desirable when her husband hardly looked at her? Well, if she couldn't get that feeling from him she would find it in the flirtatious wink of a waiter or the secret trysts with her martial arts instructor. Yet after the initial thrill of being admired was over she was usually left with an empty, guilty feeling.
Maybe if she could tell him she could alleviate the cycle of guilt. But her husband just carried on reading his paper, clueless to her inner turmoil.
"Never mind." She sighed and deflated in her chair.
Didi had hoped that their Grecian getaway would bring them closer. If her husband couldn't disappear into his workshop maybe he would have to focus some attention on her. Unfortunately, she soon discovered that he could withdraw into trade journals and business calls just as easily in Greece as he could at home.
Part of her wanted to tell him about the affair out of spite. To run away with her latest lover to shake her husband out of his complacency. Yet there was this small niggling thought in the back of her head that he wasn't quite as oblivious as he seemed.
Didi jumped at the clatter of a cell phone vibrating against the table. Not hers but his. Chase looked to see the caller and immediately snapped it up. "What's the problem now?--- What do you mean it'll take another two years to get the permits? I was told 6 months tops." He slammed his cup down on the table nearly splashing Didi with coffee. Glancing up, he started as if he'd only just recalled she was there. "Sorry dear this is going to take a while. Why don't you go back to the inn. Maybe take a little nap and I'll catch up with you later?"
Didi wondered just where Chase had found the Horned Gate Inn. He'd said something about his interest in a local mineral deposit. As far as ancient ruins dangling from cliffsides go, the place was cozy enough though it was way off the beaten track. Then there were the decidedly peculiar factors. First, that weird blind innkeeper in a tightly-laced Mary Poppins getup complete with an oversized umbrella. Must be uncasual Friday. Or was it screw loose Saturday? Second, there was that strange bed in their room with the lewd carvings and the slightly frightening goddess glaring from the headboard. Oh well. After a long day on the road any bed sounded good right about then.
"Sure. Later." Didi downed the last sip of coffee. Through a thick veil of eyelashes she caught sight of weird factor #3. In the grounds left at the bottom of the cup clear as day was the image of a falling net. Hmm, curiouser and curiouser.
Ω
"Don't sweat it. He won't be home for days." Aphrodite reassured the naked god between her thighs.
"Are you sure?" Ares drove her back against the nearest wall with enough force to make bits of plaster rain down from the frescoed ceiling. Her perfectly manicured nails clawed into his shoulder blades, leaving thin trails of red. He howled and then pivoted on his well-toned legs to thrust their entwined bodies up against a marble pillar. It rocked a bit in its mooring and Didi inwardly prayed they wouldn't topple the whole palace with their lust.
"He's off on an expedition to obtain raw materials for his latest project in Thrace." She answered between panting breaths. Just what that project was she had no idea. Her husband was always too busy working to explain anything like that to her.
Forgoing technique for raw passion, Ares slammed into her, their bodies clashed against each other. The motion of his hips was erratic and furious. His fierce hardness plunging into her yielding softness. She had to dig her heels firmly into his rock-hard ass to avoid being bucked off.
"And he has no idea about us?" His eyebrows knit together in concern. Even with a face twisted with worry Ares was achingly handsome. He had the sleek blond hair and the strong square jawline of a storybook prince and the sheer alpha male appeal of the star quarterback. An irresistible combination and he knew it.
"None." She replied with a bit more confidence than she actually felt. It's not like her husband noticed much unless it was made of metal. Yet something told her that he might have his suspicions. Call it goddess's intuition.
Ares crushed his lips onto hers with brutal force and she returned the embrace in kind, her soft pink tongue delving out delicately to taste his desire.
Tastes like Fireball whiskey and bloodlust.
Their mouths warred in a clash between masculine violence and feminine passion. Everything was a battle with the God of War but there were rarely any winners. At best it was a stalemate.
"Why do you ask, not scared of my husband are you, soldier boy?" She challenged.
"Me scared? Never." The war god hissed. He wrapped a handful of her long golden blonde hair around his fist and abruptly wrenched her backwards. She sailed across the room and landed with a thud onto the bed. The massive canopy bed that she shared with her husband. Didi stifled a twinge of guilt and instead leaned into Ares' rough hands as he joined her on the mattress. Those big strong hands that held the promise of mindless pleasure; escape from real life and all its mundane concerns.
That promise was swiftly answered as Ares' hurried touch perused her body. His hands were insistent, greedy, almost careless. They were everywhere grabbing, pinching and manhandling her most tender regions. She gave herself over to the sensual barrage before growing impatient.
"Fuck me, for Cronos's sake!"
"Shut your mouth, woman." He snarled and sunk swiftly back into her wet heat, barely giving her a chance to adjust before he was ramming away again.
"That's goddess to you."
Sex with Ares was always like that, fierce and frantic. Taken in stolen moments at the gymnasium, in the temple or while her husband was away on business. The frenzied fucking made more appealing by the forbidden nature of their liaisons. It was
most
of the appeal actually, if Didi was totally honest with herself.
Not that she ever was honest with herself. That was a sure-fire way to spoil a good time.
Ares certainly knew how to have a good time. It was one of his few redeeming qualities. He may be aggressive, slowwitted and more self-centered than Narcissus but he knew how to have fun.
Her husband did not. Hephaestus, god of the forge was pretty much the only immortal she knew who didn't like to party. Inexplicably preferring the seclusion of his volcanic workshop to the reverie of festivals and orgies. It was absurd. They were Greek Gods, for Zeus's sake, loosen up a little!
The apparent mismatch that was their marriage seemed to cause unending amusement to their fellow Olympians. The sober, serious lame god was an unlikely match for the Grecian party-girl goddess of love. Ha ha, very funny. Even Aphrodite had to admit how silly they looked to outside observers but there was a point where their marriage worked well, their differences complimenting one another. Before Hephaestus disappeared into his workroom day and night. Before Aphrodite got bored with his lack of interest and found interested parties anywhere she could.
Before she met Ares.
Ares let out a guttural growl that broke through her dark thoughts. He propped her ankles on his shoulders and plunged deeper. Ares taut tan body was already covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he pistoned in and out. His manhood (or should we say godhood) was hard and brutal inside of her and her pussy clenched around it like a vice.
Ares threw his head back and let out a roar louder than the Nymian lion. His savage hands wrenched violently into the down bedspread. The sound of ripping fabric was promptly followed by the sight of fluffy white feathers spilling out into the air. They drifted down over the mattress like delicate snowflakes.
Yet the two hardly registered the feathery flurry. The mad race to climax was driving them both, drowning out everything around them. They were close to their aim, lost in the dark tunnel of desire where nothing existed but pleasure.
They didn't notice the halting steps behind them, they didn't notice the click of a release wire, they didn't even notice the wry laughter echoing off the marble walls. In short, they noticed nothing. That is until the net fell on their heads. That was pretty hard to miss.
It seemed to happen all at once. One moment they were locked in a passionate embrace on the bed, the next moment they were surrounded by a fine mesh netting, dangling far off the ground. Aphrodite screamed, Ares let out a bellowing war-cry. Both flailed and clawed desperately at the golden links that encased them.
"Don't bother, that net is unbreakable."
The two captives quieted at the sound of the familiar booming voice.
