Well, he could do that. Ares bore down on her hard, at first holding her body down with his so he could fuck his hips, then grasping her hips again and holding them in place up off the table so he could be up on his knees and really go to town. He liked looking down at her, her skin blood-smeared, her hair loose and wild against the green, her breasts jiggling with each rough jolt. "Fuck, Ate," he groaned, baring his teeth at her.