Though I hid it well, I salivated over Ares’s magnificence, as the red fabric fell from him and bared him to me fully. He could not have been more different from Eros. Larger, more muscled, with dark hair down his tanned and further scarred chest, all the way to a tantalizing point near his navel. The smoothness below it eventually gave way to an added thicket of hair framing his cock, near enough in size to Hephaestus’s that I mourned a little it wouldn’t be thrusting within me. But there were plenty of gods for that. I have no preference for smooth beautiful men over burly, masculine
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