Oh Zeus, those fucking boots. Ares moved with single-minded purpose, soon giving up on trying to kiss her, grunting with the exertion of his thrusts. She was becoming just a vessel to him, a body to be used for this purpose, until the lust fog would clear from his mind and she returned to being a unique creature again. His breaths picked up as he neared climax, and he leaned his body upright, gripping her hips and and fucking until he was done, slamming home and coming with a roar.
And when his vision had cleared, he pulled out and stood back proudly, sweat glistening on his chest, panting with teeth slightly bared like he'd won a battle.