Chapter 2

Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.

I awoke to someone shaking my foot. When I could see properly, I focused on the man at the foot of my bed. He was tall, with long black hair and a beard, with dark, piercing eyes. The armor he was wearing looked to be made from fire, lightning, and smoke. The woman standing next to him was the definition of beauty and perfection rolled into one. The see-through material she had covering her perfect body left little to imagine, from her dark hair to her piercing blue eyes to the darkness of her areolas and nipples, down to her flat stomach, her bald mound, and the tightness between her legs.

“Ahhh, yes, he’s finally awake,” the man said as he looked at the woman.

“You’re such an ass sometimes, Ares,” the woman said to the man.

“And you can be a total bitch sometimes, Venus,” the man said to the woman.

“What did you call me?” the woman asked.

“Why? Is it your name, right?” The man said, beginning to laugh.

“I hate the name the Romans gave me; it sounds like a body part,” she said as she floated off the ground and her hair flowed, making it look as if she were underwater.

“Take it easy, Honey, I was only playing,” the man said.

“What if I called you Mars? How would you like that, huh?” she asked in rapid succession.

“I kinda like the candy bar; it beats the pest-eating plant,” he said to her, pissing her off even more.

“You’re insufferable, you know that” she told him.

“I do, but you love me anyway,” he said back to her.

“Ummmm, what are you doing in my room, and why are you arguing?” I said to them,

“You don’t want to know who we are?” the man asked.

“Well, if I heard correctly, you’re Ares, God of War, and she is Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, right?” I said to them,

“Correct. He must take after me,” Aphrodite said to Ares.

“Whatever, Toots, anyway we’re your parents,” Ares said matter-of-factly.

“What?” I asked.

“Yes, we are your parents, so to speak. When our son Eros was killed by Zeus, we put his essence into you and intertwined your souls. You are more demi-god than mortal now,” Aphrodite explained.

“This time though, I made sure to give you a warrior’s build and an impressive cock. I didn’t want you all fat, with wings flying around with a little pecker,” Ares told me.

“Aren’t those cherubs, and why are you now just coming to me?” I asked.

“We had to wait until you were eighteen,” I was told by Aphrodite.

“I turned eighteen two days ago,” I said back.

“Yeah, but you had yet to take your first woman, so we had to wait for you to do that,” Ares told me.

“I had to have sex and be eighteen before you could show yourselves to me?” I said, looking at one and then the other.

“That about sums it up,” Ares said to me.

“Do I have powers?” I asked.

“Yes, and many brothers and sisters,” Ares said to me.

“I know some of them from mythology,” I told Ares.

“She was quite the spreader before this ring,” Ares said, showing me a ring on his finger.

“What does the ring do?” I asked.

“Ares,” Aphrodite said in a threatening tone.

“This is a possession ring. I had it made so I could possess Aphrodite, but Gaia thought otherwise. I was only ever to be with Aphrodite a few times before Gaia made it where I couldn’t be with Aphrodite. Hara and Gaia thought it would be funny to make me not able to perform when I was with her. Only I can remove the ring once it is in place, but I haven’t removed it because it keeps her legs closed when I wear it,” he said to me.

With a wild look in his eyes, he grabbed my left hand, put the ring on my ring finger, and held it until the ring vanished. Aphrodite came over and looked at my hand and then asked Ares, “What have you done?”

“I have given you to him; he isn’t bound by the spell Hara and Gaia put on me. You belong to your son now, so you must obey all he says, and you know it.” Ares said, as he came over to me. “She’s yours, and she must obey whatever it is you tell her,” Ares whispered in my ear.

“Gaia, Hara,” Aphrodite called.

“You are bound,” a voice sounded.

“You are his,” another voice said.

Aphrodite kneeled in front of me and asked, “How may I serve you?”

“Strip,” I told her, and without a second’s hesitation, she was naked. I walked around her, and my cock became harder and harder. “Have you ever been conquered by a man or God?” I asked her.

“No,” she replied.

“If I tell you to give me the cock that conquers you, do you have to do it?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Give me the cock that conquers you and any woman I want,” I told her.

“And that you shall have,” she told me.

I felt a little tingle in my boxers and had her go lay on the bed with her legs spread. The sight of Aphrodite lying naked on my bed made my cock hard for sure. I dropped my boxers and stroked my incredibly hard cock a couple of times before moving between Aphrodite’s legs. “Give me the knowledge to make any woman writhe in ecstasy,” I said, looking in Aphrodite’s eyes.

“And that you shall have,” she said to me again.

I buried my face between her legs and began to do what I thought was right. I must have been doing something right because I was getting Aphrodite’s wonderfully sweet juices on my tongue and the wonderfully sweet sounds of her moaning in my ears. Aphrodite was a moaner, and a loud one at that. The whole time Ares was sitting in my computer chair watching us. I made it up to Aphrodite’s face, kissed her, and she seemed to enjoy the taste of her juices as much as I did.

I put the tip of my cock at her entrance and said to her, “Give me the knowledge to conquer you,” then she closed her eyes and gave me a nod. I pushed into her for the very first time and nearly exploded. “Give me the knowledge to know how a woman wants to be taken,” I said to Aphrodite. With another nod, I began to fuck her the way my body knew she wanted to be fucked, hard and powerfully. I fucked her like that for what seemed an eternity.

“Are you mine yet?” I asked with no answer. I slammed into her harder and bit her nipples the way she liked. Then, I buried my cock and held it tight against her womb and asked, “Are you mine?”

“Yes, and you know that I belong to you and no one else for all eternity,” she said.

“I accept your offer to be mine, and mine alone, for all of eternity,” I said as I poured my seed into her womb.

I woke up to my mom opening my curtains. I stood up, and without even thinking, I walked behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her into me. Her hair was in a long, loose braid that she had over her right shoulder. I leaned forward and kissed her on the left side of her neck, causing her to give a little moan and push back into me. I came to my senses and was scared she could feel the steel pipe that was caught between our bodies.

I leaned down and kissed her neck again, just below and behind her left ear, garnering me another moan from her. I left her standing there looking out my window and made a beeline to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, cold of course, and prayed for my erection to go down. Slowly it did go down, and I was finally able to take a shower. I walked back into my room with a towel wrapped around my waist to find my mom still standing in front of my bedroom windows. She turned to see me standing there and gasped, then almost ran out of my bedroom.

As she moved past me, I could see her nipples were very erect and hard, and not only that, but I also swear I could smell her arousal in the air as I got dressed in my school uniform. I noticed that my pants fit tighter around my thighs, and my shirt and jacket were tighter in the shoulders. When I got to the kitchen, Mom was standing by the sink looking out the window. “Morning,” I said to her.

“Morning, Sweety,” she replied.

I grabbed some cereal and poured myself a bowl. I rinsed and put my dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I kissed my mom on her cheek and said, “Bye, I love you and have a terrific day.”

I walked to the front door, grabbing my book bag on the way out. As I walked by Stacy’s house, I could see her in the front window, so I blew her a kiss, which made her smile. What I didn’t expect was a small person to come out of the house yelling at me. I mean, being six-four, a lot of people are shorter than me, but this guy barely came up to my crotch.

Stacy was hot on his ass when he came out of the house; he got halfway to me and said, “Nope,” turned around, and went back inside. Stacy walked up to me, and I asked her, “Who was that, and what just happened?”

“That was Tallover, and I don’t know,” Stacy told me.

I could see the half-pint guy named Tallover standing in the window, glaring at us. “Listen, I need to get to school, but why don’t you go over and keep my mom company today? The asshole has already left and won’t be back until after dark,” I told her.

“Do you think she would mind if I did?” she asked.

“No, not at all. Matter of fact, come on,” I said, grabbing her hand and leading her back to my house.

“What are you doing?” she said as she started to laugh.

“Did you not say you were mine?” I asked her,

“Yes, I said that” she told me.

“Then I’m taking what’s mine and protecting it,” I told her as we walked into the house.

“Are you sure your mom won’t mind?” She asked again.

“Mom, I brought you some company for the day,” I yelled out.

Mom came downstairs in her housecoat and slippers, just as Stacy had on. “I’m going to be late for school if I don’t get going. You two sit around and watch ‘Woman’ TV all day and enjoy yourselves,” I told them. I gave them both a kiss on their cheeks, then ran out the door.

On my way past Stacy’s, Tallover was still standing in the window. As I ran by, I shook my head at him and picked up my pace so I wouldn’t be late for school. My first class is P.E. with Coach Jackson. I came out of the locker room to find Coach Jackson with his gym groupies, Marissa and Dana, standing by the bleachers. The coach had his leg on the bleachers where Marissa and Dana could see his dick through his leg hole on his shorts. I really didn’t like the coach, but his wife, on the other hand, who was my English teacher, I liked quite a bit.

I walked over to the trio and said to the girls, “You might want to go and take care of that smell.” I then turned to the coach and said, “May your dick and balls shrink to the size of a sprouting bean,” and walked off. Marissa and Dana ran back into the girl’s locker room, and Coach Jackson stood where he was for the rest of the class. When I came back out of the locker room, the coach was still standing where he had at the beginning of class. I walked over to him and said, “Have fun with your bean sprout dick,” and left to go to my next class.

My next class was English, yes, that class with Coach Jackson’s wife as my teacher. Satis Jackson was a very beautiful, Black woman, one with all the right curves in all the right places. I entered the classroom and walked over to Satis and whispered, “I’m going to make you mine,” in her ear and then sat at my desk. I don’t know why I said it, but I said it to her. Throughout the class, I would catch her looking at me, and when I would catch her looking, she would turn her head quickly to look away from me.

As the time drew closer to the end of class, I could see Satis getting nervous, and so was I. When the bell rang, I waited for all the other students to leave, then I got up, closing and locking the door. I went over to Satis, pulled her close to me, and said, “Are you ready?” I could feel her body trembling in my arms. When I put my lips to hers, she did not pull away; instead, she grabbed my face and kissed me hungrily. I cupped her ass in my hands and picked her up; her legs went around me, causing her skirt to ride up above her crotch.

I could see her lacy, bright yellow panties, so I put her down long enough to pull the rest of her dress above her amazing ass. With her dress out of the way, I picked her back up and sat her on her desk. I knelt between her legs and took her panties off her. She was completely bald and had a sweet, musky smell to her arousal. I leaned forward and gave her a lick, and then another, and another, until she flooded my mouth with her nectar. She was leaning back on her arms when I stood up and dropped my pants and boxers. “Now I claim you as mine,” I told her as I pushed the head of my cock into her awaiting confines.

I pushed into her, but it was almost like she was drawing me further inside her without me having to push at all. I reached her depth and gave a little push to see if I could go further, but I was as deep as she was going to take me. I knew what she wanted, and I gave it to her. She liked to have some soreness after a fuck so she could remember it. I fucked her with hard, piercing thrusts into her; it didn’t take long for her to cum and give herself to me. “I will be yours from this day forward, and for all time,” she swore to me.

Time was getting short for us to finish. “Are you ready for me to complete our bond?” I asked her.

“Yes, please make me yours,” she told me.

I pushed as deep as I could go and unloaded into her, causing her to scream. I quickly pulled her into a kiss to quiet her scream and held her close to me. When I finished pumping all I had into her, I pulled out; she fell to her knees and cleaned my cock without me asking. “I surrender my body and mind to you for as long as you will keep me,” she said as she pulled my boxers and pants back up around my waist. I reached down and picked up her panties and put them in her purse.

I pulled her back into me, kissed her one last time for the day, and left the room. I had spent the entirety of my lunch period with Satis, and I was glad I had. My next class was calculus with Mr. Bass, who always smelled like a wet dog. The girls would come in and spritz their perfume, so by the end of class the room smelled like a florally scented wet dog. My next class would be a totally different story because I made sure to stop by my locker to get my jacket before going to it.

Economics was taught by Ms. Morrigan Hel Hecate, and her classroom was always icebox cold. She was an attractive woman, but I don’t think anyone knew her real age, though. She was about five-nine, one hundred twenty-five pounds, with maybe a C cup, black hair, and eyes of obsidian. Some of the students even joked about her being a retired ‘Grim Reaper’; little did we know how close to the truth that really was. Everyone shed their coats and jackets as we left Ms. Hecate’s class.

History was my next class with Guinevere Dulac Mordred, and you could tell she had spent some time over in the UK from the slight accent she had. There was something about Mrs. Mordred; she had an air about her that made you want to rescue her and possess her at the same time, and I think she knew it. At five-seven and one hundred fifteen pounds, her body was well, perfect, not too thin, nor fat, and not too muscular. Like I said, ‘Perfect.’ Her long, blonde hair was always in a braid of some sort, and she had the most captivating blue eyes.

I had to hurry to get from history to my next class, Physics. Mrs. Morgan Le Fay Pendragon was my teacher, and she was a lot of fun, not to say that if you ‘fucked up’ in her class that you didn’t regret it; it just didn’t happen all that much. She too was a beautiful woman with an amazing body; I can’t tell you how many times I, well, you know. Mrs. Pendragon is five-seven, one hundred twenty pounds, and has long, blonde hair that hangs to the middle of her back. The only odd thing about her was her eyes; one was emerald, green, while the other was violet, almost amethyst in color.