A God Of Wars Hound

This is my first original erotic story. I hope you enjoy. Please comment any thoughts or opinions.

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Corentine sighed, straightening her sore back. Dawn had just crept over the distant hills, blessing the valley with its light. Several patches of the land burned beneath felled archery towers. A few horses whinnied behind her. Silence hung heavily in the air. Corentine kicked the soldier's body off of her sword. The blade gleamed in the fire and sunlight. She turned to inspect the battlefield.

The battle between King Hascrinmich and King Fanonkis on the east coast of the latter's land lasted ten days and it showed on the scarred land. Corentine remembered what the valley had looked like prior to the battle. It was vibrant, peaceful, it called to the soul with it's rare beauty. On either mountain side, century old trees towered proudly, providing shelter to gentle game. One could surely spot a doe teaching her young the ways of the forest, if he sat upon one of the many boulders still enough. Wild flowerbeds beckoned maidens and young lovers along the valley ground. Birds serenaded the world from beyond the skies. She fell in love with the valley at first sight. But, war transformed it beyond recognition. The trees were blown away with cannon might and scorched by flaming arrows. The fields saturated with blood, the flowers trampled and crushed. The hurriedly erected archery towers twisted and crouched like pained skeletons. Golden light touched upon the land. Men of both black and silver armor laid peacefully in its glory. Smoke snaked its fingers around the scene, ashes danced down like snow. Where emerald green had once reigned, now red and black ruled.

"Humans are wondrous, are they not? They, who are temporary, can transform land and leave a legacy of destruction without batting a blind eye." Kahlil, her second in command, spoke. Corentine rolled her head to side, hearing the satisfying cracks. She had witnessed this scene too many times and will witness far too many more, so it came as a surprise when her heart ached momentarily.

"We are done here. Have one of the beasts inform King Hascrinmich of his victory. He is to worship Him tomorrow evening. Our payment will be received during the celebration after the worship. The mourning rituals will be attended to for the fallen for ten days. He will also declare this valley off limits to any human for the next half century. That is all." The leader of the Hounds spoke. Kahlil bowed his head and vanished. Her skin still hummed with adrenaline. Despite her thoughts, her body was alive with the effects of the battle. Corentine's blood sang for more. She craved more. So she threw her head back and howled. Hounds materialized amongst the carnage like phantoms. Despite the obvious difference in size, one could differentiate between the Hounds and men by the sole fact that Hounds never wore armor.

"Inspect the bodies, leave no soldier alive." Corentine paused. Her men had been fighting for over a week, although she can name a few who've made sport of the battle, she knew they needed something to anchor them in from their bloodlust. "When you finish, you'll be rewarded with Penelope's." A few appreciative growls responded, others gave wicked grins. The lust for womanly flesh usually sated the lust for blood, at least for the other Hounds.

As the men made sweeps over the corpses, impaling any enemy survivors, their leader knelt down. Closing her dark eyes, she reached into herself. She imagined Him. The dark, storm filled eyes. The jet black locks. The massive sculpted frame, rippling muscles. The merciless mouth. The Hound's creator. The God of War himself. She voiced a soft chant, feeling her body growing light. Her clothes were all that was left of her in that valley. She had vanished from the mortal realm.

"Corentine." The God breathed. His voice rumbled like thunder. The Hound appeared in his domain, naked and vibrating adrenaline fueled arousal. Her eyes were dark with bloodlust. Seeing her reaction to battle spurred his own arousal instantly. The God had just returned from meeting with the other Gods and desperately needed release. By the look of her, he could see she needed it as badly as him.

The Hound walked stealthily towards the lounging deity, predatory in her grace. The God could sense the beast just beneath the surface. His erection throbbed painfully. Corentine straddled the God, purring as she felt his member against her belly. She wrapped her long tan arms around his neck, growling her intent. The God's clothes vanished, leaving the two to feel each other's skin without boundaries. His large calloused hands grasped her long ebony hair, pulling it back, exposing her neck to his lips. He bit her. She groaned loudly, involuntarily grinding against him. Removing one hand from her soft tresses, the God brought it to her waist, anchoring her. Then he pushed her down onto his cock. Corentine screamed as she was impaled by the massive member. The God lifted her for a second, then thrust back into her walls. Both threw their heads back with a moan. Corentine dug her nails into the God's back, feeling the tense muscles shift beneath her hands. Her walls stretched as much as they could to accommodate her master. The God bounced her up and down onto his cock roughly, relishing her whines and moans. She begged for more.

The God pushed her onto her back on the piles of cushions. He pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. In this new position he reentered his Hound Thrusting viciously into her tight cunt. Her body shuddered beneath him. She cried out and dragged her nails down his back, clawing him deeply. It only made him thrust harder. Her breasts jiggled beneath him. The God leaned down and took one coral tip in his mouth. He bit down and swirled his tongue over the tight bud. The Hound arched her back. He sucked on her breast as she rode on ecstasy. Her walls quivered and tightened around him as the orgasm washed over her. Corentine rolled the two over, not satisfied yet. The God had always loved that about his Hound. She was always hungry for more.

On top, Corentine bounced on his cock, giving him the full view of their lewd act. She arched her back again and again. The God could see her juices trailing down his cock. Rolling them over once more, the Hound's master forced her onto her hands and knees. He speared her again and again. Grabbing a large handful of hair, he yanked her head back with one hand reached beneath her and rubbed her clitoris. She screamed as the second orgasm coursed through her, lighting her body in flames. With her walls so tightened around his cock and this image of his warrior, the God followed her over the edge. With each hard thrust he filled her with ropes of his seed. Her small walls milked him of every drop.

Corentine collapsed onto the pristine floor, the white seed trailed down her thighs. She panted as the God took slipped out of her. She was covered in sweat, mortal blood and now his seed. The God was proud of his Hound.

"Satisfied?" Corentine finally spoke. Her arms shook as she lifted herself up. She turned around only to collapse onto the floor once more. The action caused more seed to gush from her cunt. She inhaled the musky scent of the air and grinned.

"For the moment. Never for long when you are around though, Core." The deity traced the shape of her breasts and ribs idly. He was perfectly sated but knew he could ravish her all day if she stayed long enough. She rarely did, however. "Are you, my little warrior?"

"Always when I am with you, master." Loyalty burned within her. Whether it was because she was made by him, for him, or because of her own genuine affections, she couldn't tell. Corentine gazed at her God. He met her gaze and held it. The air rippled between them. Corentine sighed. "Forgive me, master, but my Hounds were promised a few entertaining hours with some mortal women and they'll try to have my head if the promise isn't fulfilled."

The God envisioned his other Hounds. All male. All strong. All subordinates to her. Their eyes always trained on her. He knew they desired her just as much as they feared her. The thought of one of them intoxicated, touching her, in the whore house made him enraged. His eyes darkened to black. She was his.

The God of War pulled her up onto her knees. He stood, bringing his erection eye level to Corentine. He shoved his hard cock into her wet hot mouth. Corentine gagged momentarily before regaining control. With the God's hands tangled in her hair, she couldn't do more than be used. He pumped his member into her mouth and throat rapidly. The force caused Corentine to spill tears. She whined around his cock, begging. Her throat tightened around the invasion. She used one hand to grope his scrotum and the other to finger herself. The combination of all these actions sent waves of pain and pleasure throughout her body. The lewd wet sounds echoed around the room. When the God finally came into her mouth, she was overwhelmed with her own orgasm. He didn't let her swallow all of his seed, however, but shoved her off him and came over her face and chest. She laid back, used and filthy. Corentine took large gulps of air, her chest heaving. Her eyes were glazed with bliss. His own eyes returned to their storm cloud hue.

"Now you may go." With those words, The God and his domain vanished. Corentine returned to the mortal world. When she opened her eyes, she was back at the valley, exactly where she had first knelt. Her body was sore, sticky, and sated. She looked up. The Hounds were surrounding her, eyebrows raised. The scent of their God was overwhelming, radiating from her in waves. Warning them. They backed away immediately, heads lowered. Kahlil tossed a blanket at Corentine. His mouth pressed into a hard line. The leader of the most feared mercenary group, reduced to a heap of filth. It disgusted him. But not as much as his jealousy. He knew a mocking challenge when he saw one. And he was more than willing to respond.

To be continued....