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ARES

I still haven’t slept, and we were due to leave the compound within a few hours. The soldiers were ready to move to the new compound in Pit 13, or as I liked to call it, Army-Pit-13…

You’re a corny bastard, Ares, Voice snickered as the other voices in my head chuckled.

I’m a sad bastard, too, I confided in Voice.

Seeing Michael in pain and learning how he’s been silently suffering for years from a broken heart made me think of how fucking selfish and wrong I had acted toward Diana before she left. I caused her pain. Mal said he watched her cry herself to sleep every night. Sometimes I wonder…what if she had never forgiven me?

She did forgive you, and the best thing you can do is be a better man. And periodically remind her how great of a father you’ll be. Make her ovaries explode, bro, Voice reminded me.

Where is Diana?

After we had faded back from Michael's room, she broke down crying. She loved both her fathers, and the whole situation between them was a tangled mess. I stayed with her as long as I could spare, but I had to organize the troops. Trying to herd a bunch of paranormal soldiers was…extra. Sometimes I missed regular human soldiers invoking my presence, because they were easier to control. Feathers did me a solid by keeping me updated on her throughout the night.

He’s so sweet, Voice sighed.

Maybe they’d both be sleeping when I got back to our barrack. I could get some cuddles in before we left for Army-Pit 13.

I finished up a few last minute preparations, then faded into Diana’s bedroom. She and Des were curled up in bed with the covers thrown over them haphazardly as he spooned her. I took off all my clothes—because wearing clothing felt unnatural—and squeezed in behind him, throwing a leg over his thigh to keep him in place. He claimed he didn’t like being the little spoon…but I knew he was lying.

There was no other way to explain that one rainy day in 1956…

Yes there is…he was drunk, Voice snarked.

Shhh, he secretly loves it, I corrected the loudest, most obnoxious voice in my head.

I had barely fallen asleep when I heard a distinctly male grumble and a “Fuck you, Ares. It’s hot in here now.”

“Mmm come on Daddy Des, be my little spoon and I’ll let you fuck me,” I rasped into his ear as I ground my erection into his ass. “I’ll only bite if you ask nicely.”

It was true. I loved a good bite, but I learned the hard way not to bite Desmond. Daddy Des was a prickly pear, and it was part of why he was so hot.

He rolled over, then kissed my cheek. “I’m too tired for your shit. Keep that erection to yourself, A-Bomb. Or better yet…” He faded to the empty space on the other side of Diana’s bed, jostling her until she was snuggly between us in the center. “Give it to her. She could use some cheering up.”

Didn’t I know it? I would always be here to cheer my Little Goddess up. Good thing sex always put her in a good mood.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her soft body tightly. She smiled in her sleep, as if she knew between the five of us, we’d always watch over her.

“Desmond,” she whimpered, stretching her body against us. “It’s so hot.” She magically discarded her silk pajamas, leaving herself bare.

I reveled in the feeling of her nipples rubbing against my chest. We had all been so busy since she returned from our failed mission. The few times I had her to myself were quick, hard romps in the bathroom or against the kitchen counter. I didn’t have the proper time to play with her—to rile her up until she was begging for it and then satiate her slowly, driving her mad with pleasure.

“Let us cool you down,” I whispered before licking my heated tongue down the column of her neck, down to the valley between her breasts. I was obsessed with everything about my Little Goddess. From the column of her neck, to the tangy, salty taste of her skin after she showered. I wanted to hear the way she moaned when I took her nipple into my mouth and took long, pulling sucks on repeat.

Fuck, I can’t wait to breed her for real and get her pregnant. I hate that fucking contraceptive spell, Voice growled, banging on the corners of my mind. He wanted to escape so he could play, too.

Shut up, I’m going to nut before we even begin if you keep saying things like that!

“Ares!” she gasped when I bit her nipple, rolling it between my teeth.

Desmond rolled into a sitting position against the headboard, bringing Diana in between his legs. He tucked both his feet under her legs and spread, holding her legs open for me.

“Do you want him to lick and suck on something else, dollface?” She vigorously nodded her head, but Desmond only laughed at her. “Ask nicely.”

“Please,” she asked me, giving me her best pout and fuck-me eyes. But that wasn’t enough for Desmond. He liked to play with my food before I ate it.

He took her nipples in his hands, and plucked them until they were stiff peaks. She wriggled against him, pushing her hips toward me in a clear invitation to eat her. Her pussy was glistening, and I ran my finger down her seam to gather her wetness. I brought it to my mouth and her rich, tangy taste exploded on my tongue.

“Is it me, or does she always taste better when we tease her first?” I asked him.

She moaned again, and the sound went straight to my cock. I wasn’t big into degradation, but little things like laughing, teasing, and talking about her pleasure were okay with me, as long as they got her off. I was nowhere near Desmond’s level, although sometimes it was fun to watch.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, then plunged two fingers inside her. He only fingered her for about a minute before putting his fingers in his mouth, sucking off her essence with a loud pop . “Mmm, she does. Maybe we should tease her until she’s right on the edge and keep her there until she cries.”

“Why would you be so mean to me?” she whined. She tried to rub her clit, but Desmond’s shadows snaked around her hands, dragging them up and binding them so her arms were wrapped around his neck.

“You always have to push the envelope, huh?” His glowing golden eyes were stark in the darkness of the room. “I’m not sure if you deserve to get your sweet little pussy eaten. Or anything else we had planned after.”

What do we have planned for after? Because I have some ideas, I linked him. And one of them involves a second helping, so you better be bluffing.

I needed this almost as much as she did. Desmond did too.

“Please, Ares. Eat my pussy,” she asked me.

“Hmmm,” I mused, as if I would actually say no.

When had I ever said no to her? I took every opportunity to worship at my Little Goddess’ temple, and tonight would be no different.

I speared my tongue inside her, resting my forehead on her soft tummy while I fucked her slowly. Desmond’s shadows wrapped around her legs pushing them further apart until she strained. She mewled as he used a wisp of shadow to rub her clit. When I peered up at her face, I saw how a thicker tendril of shadow wrapped around her throat, breasts, and stomach in intricate knots, restraining her. Tears of pleasure welled in her eyes as she groaned for a release. We worked together to bring her up to the peak of her pleasure, but before Desmond could start his orgasm denial game, I laid back on the bed and brought her on top of me.

Tonight, I wanted to come home. I had to get inside her and feel her tight, wet heat around me, because I knew how war could change on a dime. As the days wore on, I wasn’t sure how many we’d have left together. I’d give her everything I had and then some as often as I could.

Desmond rearranged her knots, keeping the harness around her chest, but tying her hands together behind her back. The shadows receded from her throat and congregated in a cloud around her clit.

“Fuck, Desmond,” she cried as she trembled. “They feel so…”

“Electric?” he suggested with a smirk.

I pushed inside her slowly, letting her get used to me and the shadows. Every inch was a struggle in my self control, and it didn’t help that Voice was screaming at me to take her.

Take her! Pound into her until her sweet cream soaks you. Then flip her onto her hands and knees and make her clean it up with her tongue, Voice said.

She started to ride me, finding her own rhythm as she bounced on my cock. Desmond laid next to me in his boxers, watching her breasts sway as she moved. She rode me harder, chasing her own pleasure with every breathy moan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined. She felt like a fucking dream, her pussy tightening around me. I pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingers, throwing her into her next climax.

“My turn,” Desmond announced. “Ares, sit against the headboard.”

I moved up, until my back touched the headboard. It was as if Desmond read my mind. He positioned Diana on her hands and knees, then pushed her shoulders down until her face was right above my cock.

“Can you finish me, LG?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. She ran her tongue up the underside of my dick, swirling it around the ridges.

“How do you taste?” Desmond asked, stroking her back in slow, soothing motions. She arched into the touch.

“Delicious,” she purred.

“I can’t wait to fuck your tight little throat,” I rasped, running my fingers through her soft, curly hair.

She raised her head, staring me dead in the eye and she said, “I want to choke on you, then swallow your cum.”

Her words spoke to the beast inside me, the part of me I rarely unleashed and tried to keep in check. The same part of me that wanted to possess her, breed her. The fucked up, feral thing who had dwelled in the dark and fucked her so many times knowing she could fall pregnant.

“You dirty girl,” Desmond commented before he slid inside her in one solid thrust. She took me to the base, working my length in her throat, sucking my soul and self control right out of me. “You’re such a good girl for Ares and I, aren’t you?”

Yes, she screamed down the mindlink.

Her throat felt just as good as her pussy, and within minutes I was panting, aching for a release. I tried to hold off as much as I could.

Give it to me, Ares, she linked me, her blue eyes boring into mine. Her whole face was flushed with pleasure. I want it so fucking bad, paint my throat. Mark me.

Her words did me in. I let go, reveling in how she choked and spluttered on my release. She licked me clean, then screamed as Desmond picked up his pace. He collared her throat, lifting her up so her back was touching his chest. I knew she loved this position, the way her air supply was limited and the display of dominance she craved from him.

“Fuck, Dollface you’re squeezing my cock. You’re such a good girl for me,” he cooed, tightening his grip on her as his shadows weaved over her chest, stomach, and legs. “I’m gonna knot you, keep all that cum inside you.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

One day, when this war is over, I want the five of us to take turns breeding her, I linked Desmond, knowing he would never judge the beast I kept chained up.

Me too. I want to spend the rest of my days fucking her. Dominating her, he replied, digging his nails into her throat as he slammed into her in long, hard thrusts.

Her screams echoed off the walls, and I knelt in front of her, swallowing them in a frenzied, deep kiss. No matter how many times I kissed her, touched her, or fucked her, it would never be enough. My obsession with her transcended unhealthy and resided in dangerous territory.

She groaned right as Desmond stilled. I shuffled to her side, marveling at how his knot wedged inside her. I reached out slowly to touch where they joined, giving Desmond plenty of time to stop me, but he only smiled at me, obviously proud of his handiwork. Her skin was warm and taut with how it stretched around him. Her pussy was soaked with her release, and I gathered some of it up, leisurely licking it off my fingers. Desmond brought me in for a kiss, groaning when he caught a taste of her.

He eased both of them onto their sides. They’d have to wait for his knot to come down before she’d be ready for a second round…if she was up for it. I stretched out beside her, cradling her head to my chest as her panting breaths returned to normal. Her eyes closed, and she absently raked her nails through my chest hair.

So good, she breathed in a dreamy tone.

I’d say so, you’re fucked out and almost asleep. Desmond’s cocky tone made her smile.

I’m not going to fall asleep… she linked us. She yawned right after, ruining the front she tried to put on. She often fell asleep after sex, and no one blamed her. She took demons, a fallen angel, and a Greek god on the regular. That was bound to tire her out.

She gets so many knots, she could be a sailor, Voice laughed.

I held my laughter in as I wrapped one of her curls around my finger. Within ten minutes, she was out cold. Desmond’s knot has receded enough that he pulled out of her and laid on his side of the bed, buck naked. He stared up at the ceiling with an unreadable expression on his face.

What are you thinking?

He turned to me, a solemn expression on his face. The closer this war comes, the less times we’ll have like this together. If we fail, these times will cease to exist…

I just had the same thought earlier. The best we can do is not take them for granted. And win.

Yeah… he sighed. We need to win. For her sake and ours.

Desmond and I took turns with Diana throughout the night, fucking her hard and fast. Slow and intimate. Together and separately. At one point, I put my hard cock inside her, letting him rest in his favorite place while we all slept.

Desmond and I knew we should have let her sleep, but our silent conversation from earlier stuck with us. No matter how this war ended, we needed to take advantage of our time together. I’d eventually be in the thick of the war, commanding the troops. Desmond could end up anywhere. He was a demon of all atrocities, and very few things were outside his scope of expertise. Lucifer knew this fact—he’d use it to his advantage.

Desmond was already gone, his side of the bed cold. He probably never slept. I coaxed Diana awake, then went into her closet to pull out our uniforms. Quelier had been tasked with coming up with a design that could adapt to all the paranormal beings in our army; whether you were a shifter, winged, tall, short, humanoid, or amorphous. The designs he came up with were spot on. All of the uniforms were black, with a golden belt, buttons, and an optional golden hat.

Mine was made of a stretchy material, and even came with a gold Corinthian helmet. I still preferred fighting in the nude as my ancestors did, but I could tolerate this uniform. Diana’s had a panel in the back that could accommodate her wings. When she morphed, it changed with her instead of shredding. I also enjoyed how it was a catsuit instead of a two piece. You know…tactical advantages and all that.

More like tactile ass-vantages. Her ass is grabbable in it, Voice howled.

I’d have to test it out for a fifth time, to ensure accuracy, or something like that.

Bro, the Greeks laid the groundwork for modern science, you should know the scientific method, Voice scolded me.

Diana stretched herself out in the bed, her feet flexing with her hands above her head. She twisted her hips from side to side and her tits spilled over her ribcage, nipples hardening in the coolness of the room. I had to restrain myself from getting back into bed and spooning her while I lazy fucked her low and slow. Her body was extra irresistible in the morning. Her nose wrinkled, her face wincing when she sat up. A swell of pride shot through me.

Desmond and I made her feel that way.

“I need a shower,” she said in a yawn, dragging herself to the bathroom in stiff steps.

“I’ll help you,” I offered. I’d help my Little Goddess get clean, inside and out. With my dick.

“No, you and your pussy-wrecker can stay over there, thank you very much,” she laughed. “I know what you do in the shower, and I’m too sore.”

“Yeah, you got my number,” I agreed.

As I dressed in my uniform, I made sure that every detail was perfect. The fabric was smoothed out with no wrinkles or creases. Each gold button shined. My collar was even. The General patch Lucifer gave me was in a place of honor over my heart. Not just because he was the best F-I-L, but because I took pride in my place in this resistance. I was the God of War, the deity soldiers prayed to when they were fighting for their lives—when they needed the gift of fight and the spirit of strategy. I was to set an example for my own soldiers and provide the morale we needed to win this war and keep the paranormal and human worlds safe.

You handsome son-of-a-bitch, Voice rasped. I’ve always loved a man in uniform…

Thanks. Maybe tonight we can get the group together and they can love on this man in uniform, I said, already imagining a plan for an Army-Pit-warming orgy.

But it seemed like I may not have to wait that long… Diana’s little gasps and whimpers intermingled with the sound of the running water. I’d know my favorite soundtrack anywhere, and felt the need to investigate. I open the door to find Diana’s breasts smooshed against the glass shower door, which rattled on the sliding track. Thank fire and brimstone Desmond had spelled it not to break when we moved in because between the six of us, our showers had seen their fair share of rough quickies.

Bash was behind her, his fingertips digging into her hips as he gave her deep, G-spot-hitting thrusts. His horns were out, his black veins prominent on his face. A moan ripped free from her pouty, kiss-swollen lips and his tail unfurled with a crack .

I knew how Bash felt too well. There were times I lost myself in Diana, and my glow would practically blind me.

“What happened to being sore,” I teased. Not even I was immune to Bash’s charm, and I couldn’t blame her for falling for it.

“You and Des kept her up all night and I couldn’t get into her dreams,” he said on a groan. His tail snaked around her side, and flicked her clit.

“Well at least you’re getting the help you need in there, LG. Enjoy,” I said with a waggling of my brows. Bash needed his time with Diana. I wasn’t ignorant of his internal struggle—his incubus claimbond made sharing her difficult at times, and if he needed her to himself, that was okay.

You're her favorite anyway, Voice reminded me.

Boyfriend #1, I internally cheered. Forever and always.