Ares; all dark might and hard muscle. 
The living embodiment of War in all it’s seductive allure. 
On your knees little mortal, and worship him. 
Leather and sweat and steel and sweet sweet arousal.

Yes, touch and touch harder, pretty one. 
The taste of War on your lips; his power under your hands.
Do you hear his heart beat as he uses you? 
It doesn’t beat for love, as you swallow and he leaves.

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