Ballad Ares

by Lulu M. Sylvian

  I gasped, it was such a delightful pressure.

  He pulled back and reached behind me for a condom. In an instant he was sheathed, and in another he was sheathed in me. His hands clenched and kneaded my butt. I held his face to mine as I stroked his mouth in time with his plowing into me. Gratification came swiftly and intensely. He lifted his head to howl and I licked the sweat from his neck. The grin of satisfaction on his face caused quivering waves of delightful aftershocks through my body. We both panted. I was amazed at the intensity of what had just occurred.

  “You need to do yard work more often, and…” I sighed.

  “And?”

  “And I need to go shopping for some cotton dresses so you can push up my skirts any time you want.”

  He lifted me from the counter and slid me down his front.

  “Now, I could use a shower.” He kissed me slowly and deeply, letting our tongues have one last slow dance before he left my body for the shower.

  The rest of that afternoon it was my turn to explore his body. His penis was magical in the extremes it took in size. He was definitely a grower. It nestled into his curly black hairs when at rest, and was a weapon to be contended with when aroused. I marveled at the smooth planes of his chest and the weave of muscles across his ribs. He had beautiful pink nipples. I had never seen pink ones on a man before, but then again, I had never been with anyone with skin as pale as his. The only soft areas on his body were his lips and his balls.

  His palms were large and square with long tapering fingers. His fingertips were ever so slightly rough from playing the bass, but still sensitive to light licks and soft nips from my teeth. His skin was smooth and clear. The little hairs on his legs and arms tickled my fingertips as I ran my hands over his body. Intricate and colorful tattoos covered his skin, and I studied them in detail. The one I could never quite see on his shoulder was a combination of scroll work, Celtic knot, and tracery, and the colors made it look like a stained-glass window. It covered the cap of his shoulder and deltoid. I traced it repeatedly with my fingers and my tongue. There was another tattoo on his thigh of a Greek warrior, clearly the god Mars with the red planet and its two moons dominating the background. This tattoo he kept hidden under his clothes, clearly it was a personal totem.

  I discovered he liked to be licked, and I traced my tongue over every part of him. He was particularly responsive to long licks up the underside of his cock, and he giggled when I licked the backs of his knees.

  He also liked to use his tongue to sense things. He liked to suck my fingers and toes. The wet swirling action of his tongue laving my toes was erotic and new, and almost enough to trigger an orgasm. I looked forward to what he could teach me. He did seem to enjoy paying extra attention to my breasts, testing their weight in his palm, and discovering just how much of them fit in his hands or his mouth.

  We experimented with how much licking and pinching and pulling on sensitive areas we each needed in order to be ready for one another. I learned about his level of endurance, which could be quite long. And his recovery time, which seemed to have a direct correlation to his endurance.

  I got lost staring into the depths of his eyes. They were an amazing blue, rimmed in almost black with the centers more of a turquoise color than pure blue. No wonder they glowed.

  The chicken in the oven ended up a charred burned carcass.

  “I forgot I wanted to show you something,” he said as we aired out the kitchen, clearing away the smoky mess.

  “I think you have.” My tone was of satisfied mischief.

  “No, c’mon.” He pulled me out the back door.

  I slipped on a robe when the fire alarm went off. Force of habit with small children, never run around the house without some clothes on. Ares followed my lead and pulled shorts on.

  My backyard is deep, and I hadn’t been to the way back for a long time. In the depths of my yard were some old trees that made it feel secluded like an ancient oak forest. The moon was full, it’s light filtered magically through the leaves of the big trees. Early fireflies blinked around us. There was magic in the air, I attributed that to just being with Ares.

  He was magic. I certainly thought he was. The magic of the night was even more amazing when Ares showed me what he dragged me out to see, a large patch of un-mowed grass. The circular patch was defined by large white capped mushrooms.

  “It’s a fairy circle,” I said.

  His face was lit up like a little kids. “I’ve never actually seen one this big. It’s cool.”

  He tentatively walked around it. I could tell he wanted to step inside, but was uncertain.

  “You will have to show this to the girls tomorrow,” I said. “They will think you are brilliant.”

  “So how do we make it work?” He seemed excited, like a kid with a new toy.

  “You mean summon fairies? You have to dance in it at midnight. Come.” I grabbed his hand and led him around the circle of mushrooms. We walked counterclockwise all the way around the circle.

  “This is called widdershins,” I explained. Then we stepped in.

  The grass was thick, velvety, and cool. It tickled my toes and cushioned my feet.

  Ares faced me. The moon was bright, and I felt illuminated from the inside. The light danced along his hair. A slight breeze ruffled the strands, playing them across his face. Ares’s eyes caught and reflected the moon’s glow as if with electric power. His pale skin shone. He was the image of a mighty fae prince. Oberon, fierce and beautiful. He out-shone the moon. And he looked at me as if I were the one full of magic. He twined his fingers in my hair as it moved about as if it had a life of its own.

  I felt a charge, like a bolt of lightning surge up from the ground. The breeze became more of a wind. Ares knelt in front of me and placed a kiss right between my breasts, then another lower down. With each kiss he sucked and bit with increasing force, leaving a trail of marks. He undid my belt and lowered his head to my sex. I honestly thought I was done for the night. I certainly didn’t think he had it in him for another round of love making. He lowered me to the ground and removed his shorts. His erection was just as large and throbbing with need as it had been earlier.

  He covered me with his body. My robe vanished, and I was on the grass, it was a smooth blanket beneath us, like thick velvet with no poking bits or twigs, at least none that I noticed.

  I slid my legs up and down his in invitation.

  “You look like a fairy queen spread out beneath me.”

  “Seems fitting. I do have fairy princess daughters.”

  He chuckled and nuzzled my neck. “What happens when you dance in a fairy circle?” His voice was low and thick.

  “If you dance…” Speaking was hard, he sucked and bit along with the nuzzling. Concentrating on anything but the craving for him to be inside of me was difficult at best. “In the circle at midnight, the fairies can take you into their hill.”

  He hummed and enveloped one of my breasts into his mouth. He slowly slid his mouth off, pulling my nipple with his teeth just before releasing me.

  “What happens if you make love to a queen in a fairy circle?” he whispered.

  The timbre of his voice when he said ‘make love’ gave me shivers.

  “Magic.” I grinned and stretched, and he drove into me with a single intense thrust. My eyes opened wide and he smiled his predatory, toothy grin at me.

  I pulled up clumps of grass as he continued to drive his glorious cock into me with hard thrusts and smooth retreats. I saw stars and fireworks. I saw lights swarming in the branches of the oak tree above us.

  The sensation of him inside me was lush and wet and that’s when I realized we didn’t have a condom.

  “You can’t come, Ares.” I started hitting him on the shoulders.

  “Oh yes, I can,” he growled. He was close.

  “No, no, no.” Oh god, it felt good. My orgasm hit and I had to focus. I was not about to get pregnant. “Condom, condom, condom,” I managed to blurt out.


  He pulled out and sat back on his haunches with a leap. I curled to my side in time to watch. He grabbed his cock and finished in two pumps. He didn’t merely spill his seed. He shot like a fountain of white, in a series of repeating diminishing arcs, landing on my legs and the grass.

  I’m surprised my eyes didn’t pop out of my skull with shock. Had he been ejaculating like that all this time? How had he not blown the condoms out?

  “Damn.” He shivered and wiped his hand in the grass.

  “Is that normal?” I asked, more than a little intimidated.

  “No, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” He panted, supporting himself on his hands and knees.

  “Must be fairy magic.” I kissed him on the cheek. I stood and began searching for our clothes. His shorts were just behind him, but my robe was well out of the circle. I handed him his shorts then took his hand.

  “Now we thank the fairies for their magic and exit.” We stepped from the circle together and I led him back around the mushrooms, this time in a clockwise direction.

  I picked up my robe, my legs felt wobbly. His didn’t look like they were holding him up too well.

  “I like magic fairy sex,” I purred.

  “Fuck yeah,” he replied. I liked his answer.

  Seven

  As four o’clock approached and passed Ares became more and more agitated. I did not realize just how nervous he was when it came to meeting my girls. I had a few reservations. Maybe more than a few, after all it’s not like I had previous boyfriends to introduce them to, so I wasn’t sure if it was too early or not. It was going to happen at some point. If he wanted me, then the girls were part of the package deal. He wanted to find out all about me, then he was going to find out just how boring I really was.

  I didn’t want the girls to scare him off, but I tried to harden myself to the idea that they could. And if they did, well better sooner than later. My heart might not break into too many pieces this way.

  Richard’s car pulled into the drive around five. He bought himself a fancy Mustang that made a lot of noise when we got the divorce. He bought it to be tough and attractive. It was probably a hot car for a single guy, it was loud and a poor choice for maneuvering pink car seats in and out of the back. I guess he thought it would instantly reinstate his man card after driving a minivan full of pink princesses and diaper bags.

  Ares fidgeted the entire time it took the girls to get out of the car and come in. He couldn’t decide if he should stand or sit, and then where to sit. It was like he was trapped in a bad dream of musical chairs, moving from couch to chair to recliner back to couch. I think it was at that point I realized it wasn’t just what if he doesn’t like the girls, but what if they didn’t like him. This was a deal breaker meeting on so many levels.

  He ended up on the couch when my daughters burst through the front door.

  I greeted them with open arms and a smile. They tackled me with a hidden force that only small children seem to command.

  “I want you to meet someone.” I waved Ares over and helped them with their packs. Richard was still uninstalling car seats and making his way to the door.

  Ares strode over, he was in danger of looming over all of us when he squatted down.

  “This is mommy’s friend, uh…” I had no idea what to call him. What did he want them to call him? “Mr. Martin.” He glanced over his shoulder at me, one eyebrow slightly cocked.

  “You can call me Ares.” He bowed his head slightly to the girls.

  “This is Cassidy, she’s the oldest.”

  Ares extended his hand to shake hers. He was a giant next to her as his large hand engulfed her tiny one.

  “Nice to meet you. Your name is like the mean guy with fire hair in my Hercules movie.” Cassidy’s voice was tight and clipped, just like Miss Angie’s, a tell-tale sign the girls spent most of their time with her over the weekend.

  “Well, I am named after a Greek god, so it probably is the same name. Maybe you can show me the movie sometime?” he asked.

  My heart skipped a beat with that ask. He was willing to watch a kid’s movie.

  Bree had decided to be shy and hide behind my legs. Also, Richard was now standing in the door.

  Ignoring my ex, Ares turned to Bree. “How old are you?” he whispered.

  Talking about her age and her next birthday party were her favorite subjects. Instantly, she was no longer shy. She left my legs and commanded Ares’s full attention.

  “I’m four,” it sounded like fouwah, “and I’m gonna be five on my next birfday. It’s Mommy’s birfday, den Cassidy’s birfday, den I’ll be five. And I’m gonna have a mermaid butterfly princess party.”

  “Really?” He nodded. “So that means the mermaids all have butterfly wings and are princesses too?”

  “Uh huh.” She studied him in that intense way four-year-olds do when they are trying to wrap their brains around a concept just beyond their grasp. “Are you Mommy’s naked friend?”

  I think my jaw hit the floor at sonic speed. I turned to glare at Richard and before I could get my thoughts back into alignment to even speak, Ares replied with a question of his own. “What kind of friend is that?”

  “You sleep with Mommy naked. My father has naked friends over sometimes. Are you Mommy’s naked friend?” Bree clarified for us.

  I watched him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his long neck. He never took his attention from Bree. “I like your mommy a lot, but it would be inappropriate for me to spend the night.” He gave her an answer she could handle without overtly lying.

  “Okay, you’re really big.” She gazed up at him, then switched her focus to me and said, “Potty,” before running down the hall.

  “Cassidy, why don’t you go help her?”

  I try not to be openly hostile toward their father in front of them. Once she was around the corner, I turned on him, “Richard!” I growled through clenched teeth. “We’ve talked about this. You are not supposed to have dates spend the night when the girls are there.”

  “Who’s this guy?” Richard nodded at Ares. Ares stood and was behind me like a large bodyguard.

  “I’m the guy you owe for mowing your lawn and fixing the drainpipe.” I swear, Ares lowered his voice to be even more menacing. The testosterone they were emitting was almost visible. I halfway expected them to start peeing on things.

  “Damn it, Lizzie, you sleeping with the yard guy? You know you aren’t supposed to have any maintenance done without notifying me first.” Richard tried to tear me down instead of owning up to the fact he was negligent on the yard maintenance.

  “You,” I growled at him.

  Ares put his arm around my waist. It was a gesture of support for me as well as a gesture of possession.

  “You neglected your duties. You need to man up and do the work or pay up for it to be done. You can pay me to do it while I’m here.”

  “Lizzie, who is this guy? He looks like Frankenstein’s little brother.” Richard thought he was being so clever.

  “They call me Mars. Google that shit,” Ares started to growl.

  Richard certainly had a way with people, getting everyone to dislike him immediately. It was a special talent he had.

  “You need to leave now, Richard.” I was exasperated with him. I closed the door. I turned and leaned against it and started to chuckle.

  Ares gathered me into his embrace. “You need me to go all heavy metal on his ass?”

  “No, but I think you just made him pee his pants. Watch, next time he’s gonna try to be all buddy-buddy after he looks up who you are and finds out you’re famous.”

  “Heh.”

  “Mahmeeee.”

  The whining had begun.

  “Child, don’t yell at me from another room.” I yelled as I walked back toward the side of the house, they were in.

  Cassidy met me halfway down the hall. “Bree missed the potty.”

  I left her staring up at Ares and he down at her.

  I he
lped Bree to clean up her mess, and returned to the front of the house to find Ares and Cassidy playing chef in the kitchen. Ares had found aprons and tied them on. Cassidy sat on the counter kicking her feet telling him where to find the pots and pans. On the counter next to her was a box of spaghetti noodles and a jar of sauce.

  “We’re making spaghetti for dinner,” she announced.

  “Oh good.” I sighed, relieved. I hadn’t managed to think that far in advance. I was happy I managed my get-ready-for-the-school-week Sunday chores done at all today. Ares had been most distracting.

  “She keeps insisting we use taco shells too.” Ares sounded concerned for my child’s sanity, or maybe it was concern for what sounded like a lack of cooking skill on my behalf.

  “It’s from a TV show. Cassidy, not this time. Maybe you can show Ares that episode sometime, then we can have taco shells with our noodles.”

  I left the two of them to make dinner while I unpacked the girls’ things from their stay with Miss Angie and Richard.

  Dinner was simple, spaghetti with sauce, and a salad. Cassidy made garlic bread toast. We all sat at the dinner table and Ares interviewed the girls. By the end of dinner, he knew their favorite colors, the details of Cassidy’s favorite TV show, the names of all of their teachers, and he managed to find out that Richard’s naked friend, Tanya, had indeed been over this weekend. But it was the previous time she had been naked. So far Tanya had been around almost four months. A new record for Richard since the divorce.

  I hustled the girls off to quietly color between dinner and bedtime. It was the first time since they came home that Ares and I had a moment alone.

  “They like you,” I said. “You listen to them.”

  “Well, I like them too. They are beautiful Lizzie. Like two mini yous.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ve got to go back tonight,” he said.

  “I thought you could stay until tomorrow.”

  “It wouldn’t be right.” He smoothed my hair. “I can’t stay here when they are home. It sends the wrong message. I don’t want them to think of us as naked friends.”