Ares spent a great deal of time (and energy) being disliked by the other gods. No one loves war, and no one wants to see war at the dinner table. Hermes was Ares' oldest and only friend, and their relationship over the eons had grown only stronger through the scorn of the rest of the pantheon.
Even though as a god he should have his fill of lovers, Ares' violent nature and unwelcome person excluded him from most of the Olympian carnal entertainments. Disguised at a mortal wedding, he had lately forced a devotee of Artemis into sexual servitude; a demi-goddess herself, she was uniquely capable of slaking the god's thirst. He gave his unwilling plaything the name Sklava Ella to denote both her (now lost) maidenhood and his ownership of her body. As he used her, Ella became more and more a reflection of the god's desires. She opened her body to his assaults and challenged him to give her ever more. Ella forced Ares to turn his attentions away from war and to unleash his energies upon her tender frame. Instead of penetrating others violently, Ares now thrust into Ella over and over each night, and her body willingly embraced his golden cock and drained him of his cum and energy. Ever the faithful servant of both Artemis and now her new master, Ella flung herself into her duties with complete abandon. She transformed herself from humble devotee into a decadent hedonist bent only on drawing Ares' energy (and cum) out of him.
Ares delighted in using Ella in new and creative ways. Her every hole was his for the use, and he gave all of them regular service each night. He found no debasement in using his tongue on her after he'd used his cock. He would often switch back and forth between the two. She would drool in semi-conscious lust as he stroked his hard cock -buried deep in her plump ass- by pushing three fingers into her sopping cunt and masturbating through her thin membrane. Ella became more than a simple worshipper-turned-slave-girl. She would push against Ares, forcing his godcock deeper into her bowels and flexing her powerful ass to milk both his groans and his cum. She would pull his fingers out and suck her juices from them as she pushed 4 of her own in to replace them, and stroke them against him to pump yet another load deep up her ass. Ella demanded everything Ares could give her and basked in the god's cum and attention. Her nightly forays into debauchery were tempered only by her daily ablutions, and even during those she felt as though she were preparing herself for the coming night.
Ever the exhibitionist, Ares relished 'sharing' his slutty demi-goddess. Ares was jealous of almost all of the other gods, but would bring along a goddess anytime he could convince, or force, her. His exception to the "other gods" policy was his old friend Hermes. Hermes's very nature had always been a draw to Ares, and the god's lithe frame gave a pleasing contrast to Ella's ripe, soft curves. Often did Ares and Hermes use Ella together, filling her holes with their hot cum and using it as lube to continue their invasion of her body. Hermes loved seeing this side of Ares; no longer the warmonger, Ares now focused his considerable energy and attention on wearing out this curvy little slut who met each of his attacks with her own indomitable lust. Hermes was a very willing participant when Ares summoned, and gave everything demanded and then some.
Hermes's disposition as playful and a bit of a trickster had given long experience in changing himself, and his close relationship with his sister Aphrodite had given him insight into the minds of men. Hermes worked out a plan with Aphrodite to 'borrow' her aspect for the next tryst.
Ares called upon Hermes to come with him and "visit" Ella again. Hermes trembled with lust and excitement; Ares was his usual, perpetually-hard self. Hermes purposefully dressed the opposite of Ares tonight. The war god went about his existence bare-chested and jutting his cock into a tent in the front of his turned down chiton. Hermes dressed more conservatively in loose robes that hid the new surprises for Ares and Ella. Ares and Hermes showed up at her bower and Ella strode proudly out to meet the gods. Naked and glistening under the moonlight, the slave girl taunted "I have anointed myself with the finest of oils, as befits an offering to the gods. It's up to those same gods to grasp and take that offering, if they can." What once would have enraged Ares turned him playfully aggressive, and the only trouble he had was in not shoving his cock immediately into his little slut's mouth. Slippery with oil and beginning to drip from within herself, Ella writhed against his godcock and reached under his kilt to stroke it.
