Luna felt a little betrayed by her body that it didn’t hate every moment of it, that being fucked by him to fulfill a debt was, at some points, enjoyable, and that the sounds that slipped past her lips to that effect were real.
But Ares was also horrifyingly strong, and the longer it went on, the less enjoyable it all became. She could already feel the places where his grip would leave its bruises tomorrow, and when Ares came she turned her face away and grimaced.