Avatars of the Gods

Previously: Injured ex-athlete Kane Thatcher has a dream one day of Ares, which he can only vaguely recall. When he awakens, his body is in peak physical condition (every part of his body). He then has a vision of Aphrodite, who has her sights set on him. Waking from this vision and perturbed, Kane realizes he needs to figure out what is going on.

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One thing was for certain. I now had one hell of a temper.

Over the last week, I had punched eight holes into my walls. If my landlord decided on an inspection any time soon, I would be kicked out for sure.

My patience was shorter, too. The lift downstairs infuriated me to no end, it took all of my now very limited self control not to pulverize the buttons.

I had scoured the internet for information about Ares. The Greek god of war. Brutal. Destructive.

Powerful.

As the days passed, I could feel more and more of an inhuman strength coursing through my veins. People would stare as I passed in the street. I'd grown taller still, my frame wider still. Not freakishly so, but enough that mere days ago I had been asked to take a selfie with a kid who seemed to think I'd acted in a superhero movie.

What fascinated me most in my research however was the tactical skills I should supposedly have.

I had begun to try my hand at chess. I had played before, to little success. The trend prevailed. I was still awful. The games were too long, I couldn't hold my focus.

Eventually however, I began experimenting with the timer. I tried shorter and shorter games, and found myself winning more and more. My ranking skyrocketed, and in blitz games I was nigh undefeatable. In online chess forums, users began to think I was an AI posing as a player. The feeling of having my victories sullied like that was the cause of three of the eight holes in my wall.

What my research indicated most to me however was that there was more. More than just Ares.

More gods, twelve in total, and maybe more still.

Memorizing them all was beyond me, but one- one of them...

I could still hear her voice in my head. "You and I share a carnal bond that can never be forgotten."

Aphrodite.

She referred to me as the Avatar of Ares. Were there others out there, like me? Was there an Avatar of Aphrodite somewhere?

My dick twitched in my pants, and I sighed.

I stood up from my bed, glanced at my phone. 99+ unread messages, from my boss, and my friends, who hadn't heard from me in days. My mind was far, far away.

I was going to spend the day at the gym, pounding away at a boxing bag as I had done the rest of the week, when not learning chess. Or beating my dick raw, reminiscing the vision I'd had of Aphrodite that had felt so real.

I got dressed in shorts and a XXL hoodie, and opened the door to leave.

A blonde, spender, beautiful young woman stood at my doorstep. She wore a yellow sundress that that stopped short at her thighs, revealing long, smooth, toned legs.

"Kane Thatcher," she said, not posing it as a question.

I stared.

"Avatar of Ares," she added.

"How- How did you-" I said dumbly.

"Hannah Foster. I am the Avatar of Artemis," she said, putting a hand on her hip. "Goddess of the hunt. Your meteoric rise in bullet time chess is unprecedented. Your online profile has your state - Minnesota. I have software that can track your IP address."

I stared some more.

"Also your username is GodofWar23," she added. "It wasn't very hard."

I glanced back at my old football jersey hanging above my bed, with 23 and Thatcher embroidered into it.

When I looked back at Hannah, she had slipped past me and entered my room. I closed the door behind her.

"So my theory was right," I blurted eventually. "There are more like me."

"Theory?" she said, raising a brow as she scrutinized my room. "Doesn't seem like you do much theorizing here. Just punching holes in walls and-" she glanced at my bin, filled with tissues "-chasing cheap thrills."

"How many more are there?" I asked eagerly, ignoring her digs at me.

"So far? Just us."

I sagged.

"But I've only been looking for a week. And I gathered the Avatar of Ares would be easiest to find, so I looked for you first."

"Goddess of the hunt," I repeated.

"Virgin goddess of the hunt," she clarified. "It says so on Wikipedia."

I raised an eyebrow. "Well... are you a virgin?"

For once, Hannah looked abashed. "Well, no. But," she perked up, "I can be, starting from my rebirth. That's how I've treated my being chosen, you see. A rebirth."

"Chosen," I said slowly. "Do you know how we were chosen? I mean, obviously not very carefully if the virgin goddess picked you of all people."

"Virgin goddess of the hunt," she snapped. "You can define me other than by my sexuality."

"Sure," I said, rolling my eyes. "But, like... do we know anything else? Why we've been chosen? And for what? Are the gods just bored?"

"I do not know," she said, sitting lightly on my bed.

I sat next to her, the bed sinking under my weight. "Have you had any contact with the gods?"

Hannah shook her head. "Nothing. I'm driving blind. You?"

An image of Aphrodite stalking slowly towards me, perfect breasts bouncing slightly with each footstep, sprang to my mind.

"No," I said. "Nothing."

She sighed and threw herself back against the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Well, you're no help at all."

I watched her for a moment. There was a goddess, or the avatar of one at least, lying in my bed. I could feel my cock begin to harden.

"You know," she said, "as goddess of the hunt, I can tell when someone else has me in their scopes. It's like a sixth sense."

"A beautiful woman throws herself into my bed," I replied. "What am I to think? I'm still a man with hormones."

She cast a look at me and held it. The longer she looked, her indifferent expression faded slowly, replaced with something else. Hunger, almost. Soon she truly looked like a goddess of the hunt. Eventually she hummed. "Your form is pleasing."

I didn't know what to do with that. I was jarred from the leap her face and body language were making from unimpressed to ravenously lustful.

"Take off your clothes," she said suddenly.

I raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

She rolled over, and slowly crawled towards me on her hands and knees. "On top of my new skills," she said softly, the hungry look of a predator in her eyes, "my new instincts, and powers, I've been filled with something else this last week. Not new necessarily, but on a scale which I have never felt before: desire."

My eyes widened. I scooted back on the bed, swinging my legs onto it and leaning against the headboard as Hannah continued to crawl slowly.

"Lust," she added. "The likes of which I've never known. My theory is that it comes from the gods. They're horny. And," she glanced again at my bin filled with tissues, "I suspect I'm not the only one affected this way."

I nodded wordlessly. Her hands were on either side of my legs now. Her face hovered above my thighs. Her pert ass hung high in the air behind her.

My cock hardened quickly in my shorts. With the size of it now, it wasn't difficult for her to notice. The python stiffened and rose, and she looked down at it, a small smile on her hungry lips.

"I thought you've decided you're a virgin," I said, my hands at my sides, waiting for her to make the first move before I gave in to every animalistic instinct surging through me.

She leaned close to my face. I could see every freckle on her cheeks. Her eyes were a startling blue. "A little bit of oral never hurt anyone."

She kissed me softly. Closed mouth, no tongue. I accepted it, fought back the urge to ravage her mouth.

Then she moved her face away, closer to bulge in my shorts that now stood at full mast.

She leaned down slowly, then licked the bulge over my shorts.

I let out an involuntary groan, overcome with sensation. I'd never been affected like this by anyone. Anyone except my vision of Aphrodite.

"Gods," I mumbled as she continued licking the bulge, "really are a different breed altogether."

She paused her ministration for only one moment to look up at me, rolling those startling blue eyes. "No shit."

Then she was pulling my shorts down, along with my boxers. My cock burst free, springing up so hard it hit my stomach. She wrapped a hand around it, and the feeling from that alone made me moan aloud. I'd never moaned aloud before and I opened my eyes, almost in embarrassment. She didn't seem to care. Her eyes were on the prize.

"Good lord," she mumbled, staring at the beast before her.

A bead of precum surged from the tip, and she licked it off. A shudder ran through me and I closed my eyes from the pleasure.

Then she put it in her mouth. I drowned in the ecstasy of having this manifestation of a god giving me a blowjob. It was obvious she was no virgin. She sucked it to the base, gagged on it, then came back up with slobber running down her chin. She spat on it and starting jerking it with her hand, looking in my eyes with pride at whatever blissful expression was on my face. Then she took it in her mouth again, continued looking at me like she was feasting on the most delicious popsicle in the world.

It wasn't long before I could feel an orgasm surging forth.

"I'm gonna-" I panted.

Her tongue swirled around my tip and I could hold it in no longer. I erupted inside her mouth, pouring what felt like fountains down her throat. She moaned in satisfaction as she drank from me, bobbing her head up and down some more.

With one final surge of ecstasy, I roared aloud with my eyes closed.

There was a bang.

I opened my eyes in time to see her be flung back, hitting the wall. More cracks appeared in my floorboards.

Hannah sat up, rubbing her head. My cum dribbled down her chin.

"Sorry," I panted. "That happens sometimes."

"Could have bloody warned me." She wiped her chin with her hand, looked down at it. She shrugged and licked my cum off the back of her hand.

After a few more moments of panting, I sighed. "Now what?" I asked, reaching over for some tissues.

"Now," she said, continuing to lick up my cum, "we find the others."

"Which one?" I asked, hoping she'd say one name in particular.

"We need someone smart," she said. "Smart enough to bring all of us together and figure out what the hell we're supposed to do."

I looked at her blankly and she sighed. Even annoyed, it was hard to take her serious with my cum on her face.

"Next," she said, "we're going for Athena."