Ares held her hips, taking a few slower thrusts to find his balance. By Chronos, but she was a little spitfire. He had to dominate her, was compelled to by his very nature, and she way she reacted to him stroked his ego as well as his dick as he moved in and out. He knew what he did to mortal women, but goddesses was another story. These at least he had some small respect for as fellows of the same origin, so seeing the confident muse tremble before his prowess made him hungry for more. He grasped her jaw in one large hand, holding her there and watching her face as she took as much of him as she could manage inside her.
"Tell me you want me," he commanded, his mouth tantalisingly close to kissing her.