His tongue was torturously good, drawing a low moan of "fuuhuuuck" from her throat, her spine arching under the ministrations of his teeth and his fingers. She breathed heavily as he pulled back, her own hand leaving the back of his neck, her thumb dragging across his bottom lip, imploring him to keep that promise.
The puppies though - she had seen how proud Ares was of his dogs, and this unexpected sweet spot was interesting. She crouched down near the dog bed, her hands resting between her knees, watching. It wasn't the fact that they were puppies, so much as the fact that they were new, so close to the beginning of their lives.
"Hello little ones," she said to Ares's tiniest subjects, and the mother rumbled alow growl in her direction. "Do you know what fate has in store for you?"