God of Love and War

Goddess of War

A great tempest boiled above Olympus, casting all the earth in shadow. Below the churning skies, humanity was in chaos. Vast armies marched upon the nations, burning entire cities to the ground and slaughtering tens of thousands. From the barbarian tribes of the North to the ancient dynasties of the East, civilization itself teetered on the cusp of oblivion.

The God of War approved.

Kratos stood in his great hall, gazing down at the turmoil below, his arms crossed across his broad, muscular chest. He was pleased with his work. But, alas, he no longer lusted only for the glory of battle. There were other pleasures to be had.

Aphrodite visited him often. Kratos and the Goddess of Love would spend days at a time together, their bodies entwined in the most exquisite positions, pleasuring each other again and again. Aphrodite was a methodical and sensuous lover, and she treated every moment of their joining like a sacred dance.

Every full moon, Kratos would meet Artemis in the wilderness. They would pounce on one another like animals, tearing and clawing. The days went by in a blur of brutal ecstasy as they thrust, pounded and howled their way from one staggering climax to the next. Neither of them ever walked away without a smile on their lips and a limp in their step.

Aphrodite had asked if she might join Kratos and Artemis under the next full moon.

Kratos counted the days, minutes and seconds.

“Kratos.” A serene voice spoke as soft footfalls approached his side. Kratos did not turn to greet his visitor; instead he continued to stare at the earth below. The footsteps halted beside him and then silence filled the hall for a time.

“Do I not merit your attention, Kratos?” The voice was smooth and detached. “Do you not have time for your former patron?”

“Athena.” Kratos inclined his head slightly, and then let the silence return.

“Kratos,” Athena spoke presently. “Zeus does not suspect you.”

“Suspect me of what?” Kratos said evenly.

“Do not be coy with me, Kratos.” Athena voice cooled considerably. “Zeus’s rage was frightening. The storm of his fury nearly killed as many of my worshipers as your wars have.”

“You speak as if it were in the past.” Kratos turned to Athena, clad in her majestic armor. “I see Zeus’s tempest over Olympus still.”

“That,” Athena gestured to the thundering clouds overhead, “is not born of Zeus’s fury. Not anymore.”

“Than of what?” Kratos frowned.

“Zeus took Hera into their chambers four days ago, proclaiming he would reclaim his wife.” Athena’s gaze shifted. “No one has seen them since. The storm you see now is Zeus’s passion.”

“Indeed?” Kratos raised an eyebrow. “I did not think the old man had it in him.”

“But I have not come to discuss the bed of Zeus.” Athena’s voice hardened. “I have come to warn you, Kratos. As God of War, you have fulfilled your duties admirably.”

“That is a warning?” A grim smile curled Kratos’s lips.

“You have surpassed our expectations, Kratos.” Athena ignored his mocking tone. “But that is hardly a desirable thing. War must be managed, Kratos, not loosed upon the earth without restraint.”

“Forgive my…passion.” Kratos’s voice held no apology. “But my…lust… has not yet been slaked.”

“So I have gathered.” Athena turned to the earth below. “You are due for a tryst with Artemis and Aphrodite in the coming weeks.”

“How did you…” Kratos stammered with unaccustomed shock.

“There is little that happens that I do not hear.” Athena turned back to him. “And your escapades are not the most silent of things.”

Kratos simply stood silent.

“Tell me something, Kratos.” Athena looked him in the eye. “How is this any different than before?”

“Before?” Kratos asked, confused.

“When you were mortal,” Athena continued. “You took countless women to your bed. How are Aphrodite and Artemis different from the women you bedded in the hold of the ship to Athens?”

“They are goddesses.” Kratos responded.

“Ah, yes.” Athena nodded wisely. “They can ride you longer and harder than any mortal women could hope to. But is that all you desire?”

“It is enough.” Kratos turned away from Athena.

“But they are nothing compared to your wife.” Athena whispered. “Are they?”

Kratos spun toward Athena, his hands clenched into fists and his eyes burning with fire.

“What do you know of her?” It was all Kratos could do to restrain himself.

“I know she loved you, Kratos.” Athena spoke softly but firmly. “I know that in spite of your brutal nature and capricious exterior, she loved the courageous man you are.”

The flames in Kratos’s eyes were extinguished by unshed tears, held back by his sheer will. His fists loosened and his gaze dropped to the floor.

“No one ever loved me as she did.” Kratos breathed. “No one ever will.”

“There is.” Athena’s voice rose.

Kratos looked up at Athena in shock for the second time. Just as he opened his mouth to ask who this woman could be, he looked into Athena’s blue eyes. And he knew.

“Athena.” Kratos whispered.

“Your wars must be controlled.” Athena spoke firmly. “To this end, all your lusts must be slaked.” A hint of a smile played along her lips. “We must work together to this end, Kratos.”

“How?” Kratos felt a familiar stirring in his loins.

“Love and lust,” Athena squared her shoulders, and ran a hand through her auburn hair. “But we will start with lust.”

Athena kicked out, her booted foot slamming into Kratos’s chest and sending him crashing through the statue of a Minotaur next to his throne. Even as Kratos gasped for breath, Athena leapt onto him, coming down hard on his chiseled abdomen and forcing what little breath he still had from his lungs.

Kratos grunted in pain, but a smile spread across his face. His hands reached up and grasped Athena’s breastplate. The muscles in Kratos’s arms rippled with power as they strained in effort. With a horrendous shriek, the metal tore asunder. As the pieces of armor fell, Kratos found his breath taken away once again.

Athena’s breasts were glorious to behold. Kratos had never seen Athena wear anything other than her battle armor, which belied her sublime beauty far more than he had believed possible. Her bosom seemed to glow, as though alight with the very essence of feminine beauty. Full and firm, Athena’s breasts were immaculate. Neither too large, nor too small, they were perfection.

“Do you wish to worship them, or shall we continue?” Athena smiled warmly down at the Spartan she straddled.

Kratos’s hands shot forth and seized Athena’s breasts. Power surged up his arms and crackled down his body. It pooled and built in his loins, bringing the beast between his legs to full and complete attention. The hardened flesh ripped through the fabric around his waist.

“By the gods!” Kratos exclaimed. “What power!”

“You still speak like a mortal, Kratos.” Athena grinned, and suddenly a sword appeared in her hand. The blade dipped behind her and toward Kratos’s groin.

“Athena, wait!” Kratos cried out.

The blade cut through the cloth around Kratos’s hips and nothing else. In a flash the sword was gone.

“Trust,” Athena reached behind her and cast the cloth away. “And you shall be rewarded.”

Athena stood and Kratos rose with her. The Spartan reached down and tore the remaining armor from Athena’s body. Like her bosom, the rest of her body was just as faultless. Every muscle was toned to perfection.

Just like a Spartan woman.

Kratos pushed Athena up against the statue of Ares, slamming her bare back against the cold marble. Athena wrapped her long legs around Kratos’s hips, her hands gripping an outcropping of stone above her head. The great rod of Kratos stood out long and hard before the divine entrance of Athena’s womb. Athena gazed deeply into his eyes.

“Show me what a god can do.” Her voice was hard as steel.

Kratos plunged his shaft into Athena. Pleasure the likes of which no mortal nor god had ever known surged like lightening through their bodies. Both god and goddess cried out in astonishment, their bodies shaking with the power of the sensations pouring out from their coupled loins. The pleasure of a thousand orgasms ripped through them in an instant.

And yet they had hardly begun.

“Gods, Athena!” Kratos shouted.

“In the name of Olympus, this cannot be!” Athena cried out, her eyes wide with wonder. “What endless pleasures await us, Kratos?”

“Let us find out!” And with that, Kratos’s hips began pounding as they never had before. With but three thrusts, the statue of Ares shattered behind Athena’s back. They stumbled through the rubble and crashed through the opposite wall.

They fell.

The sky tore apart, and the God of War descended with his lover. They fell from the heavens like a fiery comet, their massive godly bodies writhing together as they plummeted toward the ground below. Every thrust brought pleasure rivaling any orgasm, and yet each time Kratos’s enormous shaft plunged into the impossibly taut folds of Athena, their pleasure doubled in intensity.

* * *


Thousands of leagues east of Greece, two enormous armies stood facing one another across a vast valley. Each side meant to fight to the last man. But just as the trumpets signaled the charge, a great shadow fell over the land.

The two armies looked up to see a great fireball. It crashed into the valley between them, shooting smoke and dust high into the air, and knocking every man off his feet. As the dust cleared they beheld a sight that none of them would ever forget.

Two towering figures cavorted in carnal passion, their contorting bodies filling the entire valley. Their cries of delight echoed across the land like thunder, shaking the earth itself.

A young scribe that had come to witness the battle quickly began sketching what he saw, astounded at the artistry between these two conjoined deities.


* * *


The God of War had landed on his back, cracking the earth beneath him. Athena came down atop his great spear, impaling herself deeper than ever before on his hot, rigid member. Kratos attempted to sit up, but Athena’s strong arms forced him back down.

“Prepare yourself, Kratos!” Athena placed her hands against the Spartan’s broad chest. Her hips began churning, grinding against Kratos’s groin, her vessel squeezing his enormous pillar of flesh.

The Ghost of Sparta roared his approval and his hands clawed at the earth around him. Athena rode Kratos with effortless grace and peerless zeal. Kratos gazed up at Athena, watching her. She was in complete command, dominating and bringing him ecstasy beyond comprehension.

The inevitable climax of their union rushed toward them.

“Athena, I must come!” Kratos felt his control over his body slipping away.

“Oh, yes!” Athena moaned, her hair whipping about in delight. “Come forth, Kratos! Come forth for me!”

“GODS!” Kratos exploded within Athena’s convulsing passage. A deluge of pleasure crashed through the two gods, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh, in the name of Olympus itself!” Athena squealed. “Kratos, I can feel the seed of your loins flowing into me!”

All Kratos could muster was a stunned moan.

“What marvelous pleasure! We must not stop! Again, Kratos, again!” Athena’s eyes were wild.

They rolled, bringing Kratos atop Athena. The Spartan groped Athena’s beautiful orbs, and once again power surged up his arms and down his body. Only this time, the crackling energy coursed up through his thrusting shaft deep in Athena’s womb. A circuit of pure pleasure locked into place, and both gods screamed to the heavens.

“Athena! What pleasure this is! What power consumes our bodies!” Kratos pounded into Athena as his hands kneaded the warm flesh of her full breasts.

“Oh, Kratos!” Athena arched her back as he ravished her. “Does ecstasy know no limits? Harder!”

Athena’s long, smooth legs wrapped tightly about Kratos’s muscular gluteus, pulling him deeper into her with every lustful thrust.

“Yes! With all your might, Kratos! TAKE ME!!!” Athena’s voice rose with her mounting passion. “Unleash your brutality!”

Kratos slammed his raging beast into Athena with merciless power. They rutted upon the earth in a blur of bestial passion.

God and goddess twisted and turned, their bodies contorting in all manner of ways.


* * *

The young scribe drew as fast as he could as he tried to capture the beauty of what he saw. At first he ignored the soldiers as they rushed past him, running away in terror from the power before them. But when at last he noticed the earth itself cracking beneath his feet, he knew he must flee.

The scribe stored his parchment and ran. He had only been able to sketch sixty-four drawings, but they would have to be enough.

He ran.


* * *

Athena slammed down on top of Kratos, her back to him. She leaned forward and rested her hands on his knees as she began bouncing atop his stiff shaft. Kratos gazed in wonder at Athena’s flawless bottom as it pumped up and down his throbbing rod, rebounding off his groin with such force that the ground around them cracked like a thin sheet of ice.

“Athena…oh, arghhh!” Kratos fought to clear his thoughts as Athena’s glistening nether lips consumed his shaft. “Athena, the ground breaks beneath us!” Kratos felt himself sinking.

“The earth cannot hold our passion!” Athena glanced over her shoulder at Kratos. “Brace yourself!”

Athena rose up, her divine folds releasing the Spartan’s shaft. The next moment, she came crashing back down on Kratos’s member with a vengeance. The earth shattered beneath them, and they fell into darkness.


* * *


Even as they fell, Kratos and Athena continued to thrash their divine bodies together in frenzied obsession. The God of War took Athena’s breasts into his mouth, hungrily licking and suckling her aroused nipples.

“Astounding, Kratos!” Athena ran her hands over the smooth curve of Kratos’s scalp. “Taste the sweetness of my breasts! Never has man or child suckled at my bosom! Never have I felt such as this!”

As his tongue lapped the sweet flesh of Athena’s orbs, Kratos sensed their destination rising up toward them. The River Styx flowed below, growing larger every moment. Kratos remembered his first view of the cursed river; falling to his apparent doom after being killed by Ares. Kratos had managed to escape, however; a mortal defying his fate.

Athena moaned under the skillful ministrations of his tongue, awaking him from his reflective thoughts. He was now a god, and he made love to a goddess. Athena and Kratos landed, their towering bodies straddling the River Styx, a foot on either bank.

Kratos pushed Athena down onto her knees. Kneeling behind her, the God of War mounted his lover, covering her bare back with his muscled chest and sliding his long shaft deep into the warm embrace of Athena’s most sacred depths.

“Ride me, Kratos!” Athena moaned as she undulated beneath him. “Ride me like the Hound of Hades itself!”

Thousands of souls floated past beneath them, taken by the current to their ultimate doom. A thousand pairs of eyes looked up and saw the great goddess Athena laid bare, her magnificent body shaking with every thrust of the God of War’s merciless hips. Athena’s stunning breasts swung free beneath her, swaying to the rhythm of their brutal mating.

For many souls that day, their fondest memory would be the day they died.

“Athena!” Kratos called out. “My body approaches another…” He trailed off, suddenly unsure of what word could possibly describe what they had experienced earlier.

“Mine as well, dear Kratos!” Athena writhed beneath him. “Ah! If only this might never end!”

“Why…ARGH!...why should it?” Kratos laughed. “I feel as though…AHHHH!...I could do this forever!”

“But…mmmm…YES!...but what of Aphrodite and….ohhhh, nngh!...and Artemis?” Athena asked.

Kratos had almost forgotten of his appointment with Artemis during the next full moon, and Aphrodite might seek him out at any time.

“I shall tell them to wait.” Kratos’s groin slapped against Athena’s bottom as though punctuating his resolve.

“There is no need, Kratos.” Athena smiled at him over her shoulder. “Take us to paradise, and I will tell you why.”

“Then prepare for pleasure the likes of which could never dream!” Kratos paused his thrusts, withdrawing his hard shaft until only the very tip remained within Athena’s wet vessel. “Your gift to me shall now reward you.”

Kratos centered himself, then called upon the power Athena had granted him in his quest to vanquish Ares. The Rage of the Gods poured unfathomable power into his body, sending energy shooting around him in a web of sizzling light. With a roar that shook the very foundations of the Underworld, Kratos drove his now searing white-hot rod boldly into the tight, loving embrace of Athena’s intimate depths.

“Oh, GODS!!!” Athena wailed, arching her back. “Kratos, your length! AHHH!!! Your width! By all that is sacred, your great spear must shame even the mighty Kronos!”

“Athena!” Kratos reached under the goddess and grasped her generous bosom, letting the power flow through them both. “Your body is without peer! Nnnnngh! You hold me within you with such strength! A woman such as you cannot be real!”

“I am real, Kratos!” Athena twisted beneath him, the length of his rod never leaving her as she turned to face him. Energy sparked as Athena’s firm breasts pressed fast against Kratos’s hard chest, her endless ivory legs wrapping tightly around the small of his back. “Feel this and know it all to be true!”

Athena’s lips descended on Kratos’s mouth. And it was there, above the River Styx of the Underworld that it happened. For the first time since his wife’s death, Kratos felt something beyond the simple meeting of lips as he kissed a woman. The power shooting through them intensified, blasting the River Styx dry and sending hundreds of souls tumbling away, freed from their doom.

With five glorious thrusts, Kratos and Athena were cast together in an explosion of pure ecstasy. Athena’s tunnel convulsed around Kratos’s pulsating shaft in perfect accord, gladly accepting the deluge of seed that erupted from him. Their voices cried out in a divine harmony of the ultimate shared passion.

“KRATOS!!!”

“ATHENA!!!”

The universe tore apart around them.


* * *


Kratos and Athena found themselves standing ankle deep in the Aegean Sea. The majestic city of Athens glittered behind them. Kratos turned to Athena, his face full of questions.

“We need time.” Athena pointed to a golden glow in the waters below. “And time we shall have.”

Kratos knelt down, peering down at what had made his vengeance a reality.

“Pandora’s Box.” Kratos took note that the lid was still open, and the darkness within seemed infinite.

“It is empty now, Kratos.” Athena stepped behind Kratos and wrapped her arms around his chiseled torso. “Within Pandora’s Box, time does not pass as it does here. Once one enters its confines, the world outside seems to freeze in place.”

“Time.” Kratos nodded. “Time enough at last.”

“And let us not waste a moment of it.” Athena shoved forward, and they both tumbled toward Pandora’s Box. The darkness of its opening opened wide and swallowed them whole.

Kratos felt cool stone beneath his feet and peered into the darkness around him. Suddenly a bright light appeared, momentarily blinding the Spartan. When at last his vision cleared, Kratos was met with a sight that he could never have imagined.

Athena lay on a smooth stone platform, her legs crossed alluringly. On her right sat Artemis, her muscular body a wonder of feminine athleticism. On Athena’s right sat Aphrodite, her nubile body still as intoxicating as ever.

“By the gods!” Kratos gasped. “Can this be?”

“We are the gods.” Athena spoke soothingly.

“And it can be.” Artemis smiled like a tiger on the hunt.

“It will be.” Aphrodite purred.

“Not a moment to waste, Kratos.” Athena beckoned him.

The three daughters of Zeus turned as one, crawling further onto the platform on their hands and knees, presenting themselves to Kratos in the most candid fashion. Kratos bounded toward them as fast as his legs would carry him. He leapt onto the platform and knelt behind Athena.

Three to one, he was outnumbered. Kratos was a Spartan. He thrived when outnumbered.

As Kratos sent his bulging shaft into Athena, he spread his arms and called forth Zeus’s Fury. Crackling thunderbolts flashed into existence in either hand. Without warning, Kratos plunged his sparking fingers deep within the lush folds of Artemis and Aphrodite. The power of the thunderbolts lit their wombs with toe curling pleasure.

“Kratos!” The voices of three goddesses cried out his name as his hips and hands thrust into their gorgeous bodies.

* * *

The pleasures that the four lovers experienced within Pandora’s Box would be legend among the immortals. To properly describe what went on within that world of boundless lust would be impossible. No mortal mind could truly comprehend it. Only small visions of their ecstasy are possible. For the world outside, the four gods were in Pandora’s Box for but a moment. Within, however, an eternity passed by.

For twenty years Kratos was engaged in a vicious foursome with the divine sisters. Athena, Aphrodite, and Artemis would each take a turn on the God of War’s mighty rod, while his strong hands pleasured the others. It was not long before the sisters began to feel as drawn to one another as they did Kratos.

For an entire year, Artemis drank from the limitless well of Kratos’s spear. All the while, the Spartan watched as Aphrodite and Athena writhed together, their tongues lapping at one another’s nether lips. For six months, Kratos’s throbbing member was draped in three pairs of heavenly breasts, the warm mounds of soft flesh massaging him to countless climaxes that sent his body into spasms. For a thousand years, the four gods were a tangle of arms and legs, their bodies straining against one another in a cycle of endless orgasm.

At last, their immortal bodies at last tiring, Aphrodite and Artemis reluctantly left, seeking to rest at last after a century of orgiastic bliss.

Athena and Kratos continued.

It is unclear how long Athena and Kratos remained together in Pandora’s Box. Some have said that they made ceaseless and merciless love for a thousand, thousand centuries. Many scoff at such apparent hyperbole, but Athena and Kratos were not gods to be underestimated. Regardless, only one thing is clear: the reason for their leaving.

At some point, after untold eons of orgasms, each explosion of ecstasy more potent than the last, something unexpected happened. Their love making became so intimate, so transcendental, that they felt their very minds beginning to share life itself.

They nearly merged into one being.

The terror of it struck deeply into the hearts of the two gods, and so they ceased at last while their hearts were still their own.


* * *


When Athena and Kratos emerged from Pandora’s Box, they said not a word to each other; for words were something they had moved beyond centuries ago. They ascended to Olympus and went their own ways, in fear that if they did not, then their ways would never be their own.

Kratos went to his throne and sat, gazing down at the earth, his mind full of turmoil.

The wars continued.

More now than ever.