The princess of Ares

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The god lifted the muse in his arms, caressed her face wet with tears feeling a tightness in her chest. He had scared her, to the point of passing out.

He looked at the lesser god lying on the ground, unconscious, he wanted to trample him until he was in agony, fill his entire body with arrows impregnated with acid and leave his battered body in the nest of a manticore. But instead, he just turned and walked away with the muse in his arms. First the muse, he told himself, then he would take care of the god.

Poor Adonis was found by one of Aphrodite's Erotes who ran for the goddess. This in turn called Apollo to attend to him, this concern about his muse was direct with his father.

Aphrodite upon seeing the unrecognizable mark of war was quite glad to know that she was still loved and ensnared by Ares, for why else would she attack Adonis? 

This thought made her feel blissful and she began planning to meet the handsome warrior again. After all, they had a history together, a passion-filled story that wasn't quite over.

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Daría woke up between black silk sheets. Sitting on the bed, he realized that he was in Ares's quarters. He remembered what had happened and he got up quickly, Adonis, he must help him, he must save him from the wrath of Ares.

When I got to the door, it slammed open. In front of her, she saw the god in all his might. He took a couple of steps back and the god took the same steps forward.

-Don't be afraid of a muse. I will not hurt you. - He released almost in a whisper.

-Adonis, what did you do to him?

Ares wore a silver platter with fruit, the left on the table trying to calm the anger caused him the question.

-Why are you worried? - He released even without seeing her.

-Have you hurt him? This ... this ...?

-It's still alive if that's what you want to hear.

I would exhale the air I had been holding.

-Although not for long - He released more to himself. Daria tensed again.

-Please, Ares, don't hurt him ... he's not guilty of anything ...

The god turned and took her by the shoulders, the muse felt her bones creak.

-He's guilty of touching what belongs to me - he released with red eyes again - nobody, nobody touches what is mine.

The muse began to cry again. The god felt the anger disappear. Somehow her crying disarmed him.

It was when he felt the slap on his face.

He released her as if her skin burned and the red in her eyes disappeared. He became agitated as if he had just fought a battle.

I tense my jaw. The muse had moved further away. The god began to walk very slowly up to her reciting the new rules that the muse should follow.

-You will not leave here without my permission. You will not see any other man, ever, not even Apollo. You will stay to serve me and only me.

With each rule, he got closer to her, until the muse collided with the huge bed and fell on it. The god lowered himself over her and with a continuous hiss.

-Do you want to inspire? You will inspire me. Do you want to hang out? You will go out with me. And when you need the pleasures of a man, I will give them to you. - He let go, placing himself between her legs.

Daría could not breathe due to the fear and anger she felt in those moments, the weight of the war was falling on her. She, a simple soul made for the purest and most beautiful.

-Is it clear to you?

She could feel the breath of the god impregnated with ambrosia on her face.

-Answer muse!

I look at him challengingly with a clenched jaw.

-I have to abide by all that but you can do whatever you want, with ... whoever you want. I don't think it's a very fair deal.

-I ... I'm sorry you ... saw her. - He released with remorse in his eyes - it was not my intention ...

-I do not mind. - he released turning his face. - You don't have to apologize, as I don't have to follow your stupid rules. I don't belong to you. And I never will.

Ares felt the anger bloom again. He needed the submission of the muse. He needed to win the battle.

-Is it clear to you? - mocked the muse.

-You will, you will Daria, I swear on my pride, that you will be mine.

-I will not obey your orders. You are not my owner.

-And who is ?! - Shout taking his wrists and holding them with a hand on his head - Apollo?! Adonis?! They will both die!

-None of them! I don't belong to anyone! I don't belong to the gods! I am free as the wind! - the muse shouted even with the god on her. 

Ares looked at her for a few seconds with a static face.

-Now you do. You belong to me ... I don't know how ... when ... but now ... I can't get you off my mind. I'm sure ... this is a Moors trick, that you will precisely get here ... just when I return. The one that they sent just you to take care of me, Daria ...

-They must have called the blonde goddess. - she released sour. - Because I assure you that she will be the one you have to call from now on. Or any other, because not me, I will stay.

Ares was about to laugh when he saw the muse's annoyance for a goddess whom he had already forgotten.

-No one but you, I swear on my honor ... no other woman will step on this temple more than you.

He kissed her, with such passion that he could have rushed the ocean, tamed a hurricane, or caught a tornado in his hands.