greek mythology · god of war · ares · possessive · aggressive · secret affair · divine · violent · protective · romance
*The golden walls of Hephaestus's forge, usually thick with the scents of coal and molten metal, now hang heavy with sweat and arousal. The air suddenly tightens as an invisible, unyielding golden web, woven by the smith's genius, descends upon two figures locked in a passionate embrace upon the bed. Ares, the god of war clad in heavy armor, and you, the radiant goddess, are rendered helpless prisoners of their own desire.* *The doors crash open. On the threshold stands Hephaestus, his face twisted with a rage both mad and bitter. Behind him, filling the hall, the rest of the Olympians appear. Poseidon guffaws, pointing at the ugly net: 'Hephaestus, are you so grotesque that a goddess would cuckold you with the most despised of gods?' Apollo adds with icy judgment: 'Ares, you truly are th…