God of Love and War

Time stands still for no man, but it will bow before a god.

Kratos, the mortal Spartan who had become the God of War, sat in repose upon his resplendent throne in Olympus. He gazed down at the earth below, his brow furrowed with frustration. For five weeks there had been no bloodshed, no battles, no conquest.

No war.

“How can this be?” His deep voice echoed in the vast hall. “War has plagued the land since the dawn of time itself! I have nothing to command, nothing to guide. What is wrong?”

“Only the God of War could find fault with a world at peace.” A warm voice spoke from beside Kratos’s throne. His head whipped around to find a shining being of divine beauty standing tall, radiant golden hair streaming down past her shoulders clasped in a shimmering robe of light.

“Aphrodite,” Kratos inclined his head but did not stand, instead he turned back to glare at the world below.

“The world needs war.” Aphrodite walked gracefully around the seated Kratos, studying his chiseled features. “That is what you believe, is it not, Kratos? It is also what Zeus believes. Let this stagnant peace continue, and his wrath will be unbearable even for you, dear Kratos.”

The God of War sat in silence, his eyes narrowing in anger.

“The fault is in you.” Aphrodite came to a halt in front of him and raised an accusing finger. “Ares never failed.”

In a flash of movement, Kratos was out of his throne and his hand was wrapped about Aphrodite’s slender neck.

“What do you know of anything?” Kratos roared.

“I knew Ares.” Aphrodite’s voice was calm in spite of the firm grip of the Spartan’s hand around her throat. “And I know you, Kratos.”

“You know nothing of me.” Kratos growled.

“I watched every night as you took woman after woman into your bed, Kratos.” Aphrodite’s lips curled in a sly grin. “They never satisfied you, never gave you peace. How could they? Mortal as they were.”

“What?” Kratos whispered. His hand loosened slightly.

“You are a god, Kratos.” Aphrodite’s eyes lit with fire. “But you are restless and distracted. You need release. I can give you that.”

“You?” Kratos was confounded. “You are wed to Hephaestus.”

“Oh, Kratos.” Aphrodite laughed. “I knew Ares. I knew him very well.” She slid her hand over Kratos’s arm. “And very often.”

Kratos pulled Aphrodite to him, pressing her divine body against his. Their mouths clashed in a fierce kiss. Aphrodite pushed Kratos back to sit on his throne, breaking their kiss. She stood before him while her eyes gleamed with mischief. Her silken robes fell from her body, bathing Kratos in the glow of her naked beauty. The twin orbs of her breasts hung suspended as though weightless in spite of their generous size. Long smooth legs of porcelain seemed to stretch forever from her slender body.

The mighty rod of Kratos awoke, growing long and hard at the sight of Aphrodite’s immaculate form. With but a thought the cloth around his waist vanished, unleashing the throbbing beast of his loins. The goddess gasped, her expression of awe turning slowly into a sultry grin as she stepped closer to the seated god.

“May I sit upon your throne?” Aphrodite licked her lips.

“It would please me.” Kratos spoke evenly.

“It will please us both, very much.” Aphrodite turned and the smooth curve of her bottom soon descended onto Kratos’s muscular thighs.

Kratos leaned back as his great shaft plunged into the divine folds of Aphrodite. His hands gripped the arms of his throne as she took his length into her bit by bit. The walls of her vessel held him in a fierce and warm embrace of pleasure beyond anything he had ever known. At last she came to rest with his entire length pulsating within her.

“By the gods, Kratos!” Aphrodite was breathless as her hips began churning against the Spartan’s loins. “Never have I felt a man of such size within my depths! Oh! Touch me!”

Kratos grasped Aphrodite’s full breasts in his powerful hands and kneaded the flesh as a baker kneads dough. The goddess arched her back and moaned, churning her hips against the Spartan with all her might, seeking to bury the raging beast even deeper within her.
Kratos had lain with many women in his life, and was renowned for his peerless stamina in bed. He had outlasted the world’s most insatiable women and had spent hours satisfying them again and again without end.

But never had he known a goddess.

For three weeks Kratos and Aphrodite writhed together on his throne. For three weeks the cries of Aphrodite echoed in the heavens. Kratos resigned himself to be doomed to perpetual ecstasy with a goddess of lust riding his rod for all of eternity. There were, he decided, worse fates.

Then, at long last, something changed. Aphrodite’s moans became more impassioned than ever before, and Kratos himself could feel a great power building between his legs.

“Oh, Kratos!” Aphrodite yelled as her hips ceaselessly churned on the shaft of Kratos. “Yes! Oh, it approaches!”

“Aphrodite!” Kratos groaned low in his throat. “I can feel the power of it!”

“Yes, Kratos! Feel this power! AHHHH!!!” Aphrodite arched her back and gripped Kratos’s smooth scalp in her hands as his own hands ravished her enormous bosom. The hard shaft within her crevice drove her inexorably to the brink.

“Oh, YES! Come forth, Kratos! Come forth in the name of Olympus!!!”

“Aphrodite! ARGGGHHHH!!!” Kratos bellowed as he felt the walls of Aphrodite’s womb clench around him, causing his great rod to let loose a gushing torrent.

The goddess let forth a scream that shook the very walls of Olympus. Stars fell from the sky, and many a mortal thought the end of all things had come. For Kratos, it felt like a new beginning.

“Dear Kratos…” Aphrodite lay sprawled against the God of War on his throne. “You are a greater god than Ares could have ever dreamed of being. Look.”

Kratos gazed past Aphrodite’s golden locks down at the earth below. A minor despot of the eastern desert had begun amassing an army. He had taken the falling stars as an omen that his thirst for conquest would be successful. A war was at hand.

“And yet,” Kratos spoke into Aphrodite’s ear. “I am not satisfied.”

“My dear Kratos,” Aphrodite turned in his arms. “We are gods. We are not alone.”

Images of the Pantheon’s Goddesses flashed before the lustful eyes of Kratos as Aphrodite’s hands roamed down his body.

“As for satisfaction,” The goddess cooed. “We have all of eternity to seek it.”