7 comments/ 13251 views/ 24 favorites A God Of War's Hound By: SaintlyMouse This is my first original erotic story. I hope you enjoy. Please comment any thoughts or opinions. ********* Corentine sighed, straightening her sore back. Dawn had just crept over the distant hills, blessing the valley with its light. Several patches of the land burned beneath felled archery towers. A few horses whinnied behind her. Silence hung heavily in the air. Corentine kicked the soldier's body off of her sword. The blade gleamed in the fire and sunlight. She turned to inspect the battlefield. The battle between King Hascrinmich and King Fanonkis on the east coast of the latter's land lasted ten days and it showed on the scarred land. Corentine remembered what the valley had looked like prior to the battle. It was vibrant, peaceful, it called to the soul with it's rare beauty. On either mountain side, century old trees towered proudly, providing shelter to gentle game. One could surely spot a doe teaching her young the ways of the forest, if he sat upon one of the many boulders still enough. Wild flowerbeds beckoned maidens and young lovers along the valley ground. Birds serenaded the world from beyond the skies. She fell in love with the valley at first sight. But, war transformed it beyond recognition. The trees were blown away with cannon might and scorched by flaming arrows. The fields saturated with blood, the flowers trampled and crushed. The hurriedly erected archery towers twisted and crouched like pained skeletons. Golden light touched upon the land. Men of both black and silver armor laid peacefully in its glory. Smoke snaked its fingers around the scene, ashes danced down like snow. Where emerald green had once reigned, now red and black ruled. "Humans are wondrous, are they not? They, who are temporary, can transform land and leave a legacy of destruction without batting a blind eye." Kahlil, her second in command, spoke. Corentine rolled her head to side, hearing the satisfying cracks. She had witnessed this scene too many times and will witness far too many more, so it came as a surprise when her heart ached momentarily. "We are done here. Have one of the beasts inform King Hascrinmich of his victory. He is to worship Him tomorrow evening. Our payment will be received during the celebration after the worship. The mourning rituals will be attended to for the fallen for ten days. He will also declare this valley off limits to any human for the next half century. That is all." The leader of the Hounds spoke. Kahlil bowed his head and vanished. Her skin still hummed with adrenaline. Despite her thoughts, her body was alive with the effects of the battle. Corentine's blood sang for more. She craved more. So she threw her head back and howled. Hounds materialized amongst the carnage like phantoms. Despite the obvious difference in size, one could differentiate between the Hounds and men by the sole fact that Hounds never wore armor. "Inspect the bodies, leave no soldier alive." Corentine paused. Her men had been fighting for over a week, although she can name a few who've made sport of the battle, she knew they needed something to anchor them in from their bloodlust. "When you finish, you'll be rewarded with Penelope's." A few appreciative growls responded, others gave wicked grins. The lust for womanly flesh usually sated the lust for blood, at least for the other Hounds. As the men made sweeps over the corpses, impaling any enemy survivors, their leader knelt down. Closing her dark eyes, she reached into herself. She imagined Him. The dark, storm filled eyes. The jet black locks. The massive sculpted frame, rippling muscles. The merciless mouth. The Hound's creator. The God of War himself. She voiced a soft chant, feeling her body growing light. Her clothes were all that was left of her in that valley. She had vanished from the mortal realm. "Corentine." The God breathed. His voice rumbled like thunder. The Hound appeared in his domain, naked and vibrating adrenaline fueled arousal. Her eyes were dark with bloodlust. Seeing her reaction to battle spurred his own arousal instantly. The God had just returned from meeting with the other Gods and desperately needed release. By the look of her, he could see she needed it as badly as him. The Hound walked stealthily towards the lounging deity, predatory in her grace. The God could sense the beast just beneath the surface. His erection throbbed painfully. Corentine straddled the God, purring as she felt his member against her belly. She wrapped her long tan arms around his neck, growling her intent. The God's clothes vanished, leaving the two to feel each other's skin without boundaries. His large calloused hands grasped her long ebony hair, pulling it back, exposing her neck to his lips. He bit her. She groaned loudly, involuntarily grinding against him. Removing one hand from her soft tresses, the God brought it to her waist, anchoring her. Then he pushed her down onto his cock. Corentine screamed as she was impaled by the massive member. The God lifted her for a second, then thrust back into her walls. Both threw their heads back with a moan. Corentine dug her nails into the God's back, feeling the tense muscles shift beneath her hands. Her walls stretched as much as they could to accommodate her master. The God bounced her up and down onto his cock roughly, relishing her whines and moans. She begged for more. The God pushed her onto her back on the piles of cushions. He pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. In this new position he reentered his Hound Thrusting viciously into her tight cunt. Her body shuddered beneath him. She cried out and dragged her nails down his back, clawing him deeply. It only made him thrust harder. Her breasts jiggled beneath him. The God leaned down and took one coral tip in his mouth. He bit down and swirled his tongue over the tight bud. The Hound arched her back. He sucked on her breast as she rode on ecstasy. Her walls quivered and tightened around him as the orgasm washed over her. Corentine rolled the two over, not satisfied yet. The God had always loved that about his Hound. She was always hungry for more. On top, Corentine bounced on his cock, giving him the full view of their lewd act. She arched her back again and again. The God could see her juices trailing down his cock. Rolling them over once more, the Hound's master forced her onto her hands and knees. He speared her again and again. Grabbing a large handful of hair, he yanked her head back with one hand reached beneath her and rubbed her clitoris. She screamed as the second orgasm coursed through her, lighting her body in flames. With her walls so tightened around his cock and this image of his warrior, the God followed her over the edge. With each hard thrust he filled her with ropes of his seed. Her small walls milked him of every drop. Corentine collapsed onto the pristine floor, the white seed trailed down her thighs. She panted as the God took slipped out of her. She was covered in sweat, mortal blood and now his seed. The God was proud of his Hound. "Satisfied?" Corentine finally spoke. Her arms shook as she lifted herself up. She turned around only to collapse onto the floor once more. The action caused more seed to gush from her cunt. She inhaled the musky scent of the air and grinned. "For the moment. Never for long when you are around though, Core." The deity traced the shape of her breasts and ribs idly. He was perfectly sated but knew he could ravish her all day if she stayed long enough. She rarely did, however. "Are you, my little warrior?" "Always when I am with you, master." Loyalty burned within her. Whether it was because she was made by him, for him, or because of her own genuine affections, she couldn't tell. Corentine gazed at her God. He met her gaze and held it. The air rippled between them. Corentine sighed. "Forgive me, master, but my Hounds were promised a few entertaining hours with some mortal women and they'll try to have my head if the promise isn't fulfilled." The God envisioned his other Hounds. All male. All strong. All subordinates to her. Their eyes always trained on her. He knew they desired her just as much as they feared her. The thought of one of them intoxicated, touching her, in the whore house made him enraged. His eyes darkened to black. She was his. The God of War pulled her up onto her knees. He stood, bringing his erection eye level to Corentine. He shoved his hard cock into her wet hot mouth. Corentine gagged momentarily before regaining control. With the God's hands tangled in her hair, she couldn't do more than be used. He pumped his member into her mouth and throat rapidly. The force caused Corentine to spill tears. She whined around his cock, begging. Her throat tightened around the invasion. She used one hand to grope his scrotum and the other to finger herself. The combination of all these actions sent waves of pain and pleasure throughout her body. The lewd wet sounds echoed around the room. When the God finally came into her mouth, she was overwhelmed with her own orgasm. He didn't let her swallow all of his seed, however, but shoved her off him and came over her face and chest. She laid back, used and filthy. Corentine took large gulps of air, her chest heaving. Her eyes were glazed with bliss. His own eyes returned to their storm cloud hue. "Now you may go." With those words, The God and his domain vanished. Corentine returned to the mortal world. When she opened her eyes, she was back at the valley, exactly where she had first knelt. Her body was sore, sticky, and sated. She looked up. The Hounds were surrounding her, eyebrows raised. The scent of their God was overwhelming, radiating from her in waves. Warning them. They backed away immediately, heads lowered. Kahlil tossed a blanket at Corentine. His mouth pressed into a hard line. The leader of the most feared mercenary group, reduced to a heap of filth. It disgusted him. But not as much as his jealousy. He knew a mocking challenge when he saw one. And he was more than willing to respond. To be continued.... A God Of War's Hound Ch. 02 This is my second installment of the series, it's a bit different from the first chapter, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Warning: there is erotic interaction between two women. If you do not approve of such things, then you might want to skip this chapter. All characters are fictional and entirely mine. Enjoy! ***** Corentine slammed her hands onto the table, making its remaining three legs wobble unsteadily. Five cards were fanned out, displaying her fifth victory. The other men groaned, one threw his cards into the air with a sigh. Corentine grinned as she pulled her shimmering winnings into her satchel. The Hounds had been causing trouble at Penelope's the entire evening, taking whatever and whoever they wanted long after the sun had died. The sounds of fights and throws of delirious passion echoed throughout the cavernous rooms. More than once, Corentine caught the sight of a Hound's naked backside, a woman or two over his shoulders. Despite washing herself in a river hours earlier, Corentine could still smell her master all over her. Never had he sent her back to the men in such a state. They all knew where Corentine would disappear to, what she did and who she was with, but it disturbed her to know that they finally saw the lewd evidence. She had half a mind to visit an Atonement Temple, but acquiesced to supervising when she thought of how rambunctious the Hounds would be at Penelope's. "Another game?" Kahlil murmured, dragging her from her thoughts. The handsome cobalt eyed Hound grinned. The other men had sulked away from the table, leaving the two alone with a pile of cards and cups of wine between them. Corentine stretched back languidly against her seat and nodded. It was a common pastime for two to challenge one another to some sort of game. She almost looked forward to the challenges in the days between hired involvement. "I take so much from you as it is, Kahlil, that it seems almost tragic that I will also rob you." Corentine collected all of the cards, shuffled rapidly, then distributed them. Her most trusted ally chuckled quietly. The two settled for a long game, alternating between displaying cards and taking swigs of wine. A corner of peace amongst the chaos. Around them, men bellowed, women sauntered in all forms of undress, countless glass was smashed, and if Corentine listened closely, an infant was born in a room on the second floor. The dim lantern light skipped over corners, providing enough privacy for drunken patrons to ravish their favorite whores. The air was thick with smoke and musk, only slightly alleviated with random wisps of perfume. Cheap wine and ale adorned every table. To Corentine's left, a young woman sank to her knees in front Jasop, one of the more promiscuous Hounds. The sound of her slurping the man's cock assaulted Corentine's ears. Annoyed, she slapped down three cards. Kahlil calmly met her cards with four of his own, he had the better hand. As he collected her cards and placed them in a separate pile, a woman appeared beside him. The woman was stunning. Not that Corentine was ever interested in women, but even the mercenary could appreciate beauty when she came across it. The tramp had cocoa skin that glowed beneath even the dim light, her thick black locks cascaded over a slender frame, like ebony silk. She possessed feline features and grace. Dressed in a nearly transparent scarlet gown, the wench stood before the two Hounds with more confidence than most mortals. She even grinned. Kahlil acknowledged her only after Corentine remained silent. If his leader had said a single word, the woman would have been sent off. As soon as his cobalt blue gaze met hers, the woman took his hand. A second woman appeared and did the same to Corentine. This one was fairer, younger than her sister in the trade. Blame it on the wine or on her curiosity, but for either reason, she followed. The two led Corentine and Kahlil past the moaning couplings, to a private room in the far back of the hectic house. Once there, the Hounds were made to sit on opposite piles of cushions. The room was misty with a sweet aroma intermingled with its smoke. Corentine's woman introduced herself as Oleander. Kahlil's dark beauty was Orchid. Penelope's girls were always renamed after flowers. A pleasant haze washed over Corentine. Her senses dimmed like the lanterns in the room. She giggled. Oleander straddled her lap, small compared to the leader. The woman cupped her cheek and smiled sweetly. Then she kissed her. Corentine resisted at first, trying to push the mortal away. But soon her lips parted and gave way to Oleander's persistent tongue. It was soft. Her lips, her mouth, her tongue, everything was soft. Corentine's strong arms wrapped around the girl's waist, on their own accord. With the signal to continue, the girl grinded against Corentine. Their breasts rubbed against each other, coaxing their nipples to aching peaks. Corentine sighed into the girl's mouth. Across from her, Orchid already had Kahlil's large cock in her mouth. The other woman had her Hound grunting rhythmically. Corentine's eyes grew heavier and her limbs felt as if they were floating away. She let Oleander strip her slowly as she lounged back onto the cloud-soft cushions. The smoke swirled into mesmerizing shapes. Oleander's face reappeared above her, blocking the world from view. The blonde woman kissed her languidly, letting her tongue explore Corentine's mouth. She laid on top of the Hound, breast to breast, pelvis to pelvis. Her soft hands travelled the length of her body, touching, prodding. Corentine squirmed under the sensual touch. One hand cupped her breast as the under slid down her folds. The Hound moaned. Oleander kissed down her neck. She nipped at her collarbone and made her way to the other breast. Corentine gasped as the wet mouth covered her painfully hard nipple. Then she felt two fingers enter her. She arched her back Oleander thrusted inside, hitting her weakest spot. Her folds became drenched as the whore expertly toyed with her body. Each nipple was teased, bitten, and pinched as her sex was assaulted. She writhed in pleasure. Kahlil was no exception. After a few moments of getting his cock sucked on by Orchid, he was surprised when she laid him back. Orchid got onto her hands and knees, without letting go of his cock, and switched positions so that her cunt was above Kahlil's face. She did not wear anything beneath the gown. The dark folds hung over him, enticingly. He grabbed her hips and brought her cunt down to his mouth. Kahlil flicked his large tongue over her clitoris as she licked the tip of his mushroom head. The two moaned in unison. He thumbed her folds apart and trailed his tongue over her sex, tasting her sweet musky juices. The sound of Core's moaning spurred him on. He closed his eyes and envisioned her above him. It was her mouth on him. Her hand on his scrotum. Her sex in his mouth. He involuntarily bit Orchid. But Kahlil simply imagined it was Core who cried out. Taken over by a new fever, he thrust into Orchid's mouth roughly. As the woman gagged, her drove two fingers inside of her. Due to their significant difference in size, he couldn't work on more of her. So he compensated. By driving a third finger inside and hooking his digits upward to her sweet spot. The loud responding moan rewarded him. He continued to thrust upward into the hot mouth until he was overcome with spasms. His climax brought warm sticky seed spewing into the woman's orifice. It was more than she could handle; she brought her filled mouth away, only to be covered in ropes of his unborn. Across from Kahlil, his leader had reached the same climax. Her cry echoed around the room. He was too spent to look. But he could easily imagine her body. A thin coating of sweat over her tanned skin. Her dark eyes glazed with pleasure, unseeing. Her full pink lips parted, panting slightly. His mind's eye travelled downward over the large handful of breasts, down the narrow waist, across the small hollow below her naval, stopping just at the juncture between her legs. Kahlil groaned at his imagination. After a few moments he managed to sit up, only to meet the sight of Corentine straddled across Oleander's lap, riding the woman's fingers. Core's head was tilted, allowing Kahlil to see Oleander biting down on the nape of her neck. Her eyes were open and staring right at him. Core panted, her face flushed with primal heat. She leaned her head back, her eyes closed, with a long moan. Kahlil turned to find Orchid watching him. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her onto his hard shaft. She clung to him, riding him as if her life depended on it. Looking past her, it was easy to envision Core on him instead. He watched as she bit her lip and sighed. Kahlil dug his hands into Orchid's hips and pushed her down further, until he was completely buried within her. He felt her walls tighten around him. Then, Corentine met his gaze. The two of them lost control. Each was sent to their own shockwave of bliss. Corentine cried out one last time as she sank down on Oleander. Kahlil brought Orchid down on him once more before he grunted with his own release. Both became limp to their partners. Everyone in the room spent the next few minutes catching their breath. After a while, the Hounds dressed and paid Penelope's girls. When they exited, they didn't speak a word. Once they beyond the threshold, the familiar weight of boundaries rested on their shoulders. Whatever happened in that room died past that doorway. At least for Corentine. More is still to come...