Oh, she'd forgotten. She'd forgotten how unrelenting her brother was, whether it was fighting or fucking. He gave no time to prepare herself, but that was what she expected. No one was ever prepared for Ares, not really. Ares was going happen when Ares wanted to happen, and it thrilled Ate.
One of Ate's hands had found the edge of the pool table to try and gain some stability and with each thrust she gasped and moaned. She wished his hair wasn't so closely cropped, so she could use it as a rough handhold. "More," she hissed, squeezing around him, spurring him on for her. "Harder!"