Adventures with the Gods

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.

A/N: I was looking at a prompt table and I saw they had these names of gods, and I suddenly thought, wouldn't that be fun if Hermione was with them? Evil chuckle Hopefully someone will like this idea, I'm not quite sure when I'll update this or not, but I will try to get new stories if I feel inspired.

Pairing: Ares/Hermione

Warnings: Adult Content! I may suck at writing it, but that doesn't stop me, lol.

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She definitely wasn't the best warrior woman on the war field, but he couldn't help but admire her strength and bravery. Her magical powers were strong thanks to her years of training and studying further into spells. She wasn't one of the most beautiful humans ever created, but she was a rare sight nowadays. The loyalty and strength of will stronger then many of her kind… her knowledge brought her strength that he loved to watch. Her opponents had no chance at winning; she took them down before they could take her down.

What amazed him was that she had prayed out to him to give her strength with the battle against the pathetic mutated human called Voldemort. Not many humans still pray to the Greek Gods. Even fewer still believed in them. Even if records had shown they existed, the humans of this time believed them to be made up – stories to explain the things they did not understand long ago. He would gladly make them understand just exactly how real they were if it wasn't for Zeus banning him to do so. Not that he followed many rules. He went into human battles – it calmed him, in a manner of speaking, to fight. He took women when he felt like it not that was against the rules – only thing was the women couldn't know he was a god or be with him more then a few night stands.

But strangely he didn't care about the rules when it came to Hermione. The war she had been was over finally and her side won thanks to his help. They were now all going to bed to rest. He smiled as he saw her take off her dirty and bloody clothes and took a shower to scrub off all the grim from the battle. He watched attentively as she rubbed the sponge against her skin.

He watched as she got in bed naked, too tired from the battle to put on any clothing. He smiled. Perfect.

In a blink of an eye, before she could fall asleep, he stood there in all his glory in human form in front of her. She gasped in surprise and tried to grab her wand. Without any sign or motion from him, the wand moved far out of her grasp. He crawled into her bed and kissed her. The blanket on top of her disappeared, and he smiled as he glanced at her beautiful body.

He could feel she tried to fight giving in, but with him holding onto her and his kiss deepening, she moaned and started to kiss back. He moved his lips toward her ears and whispered softly, "Thanks for praying to me."

Sure she wasn't supposed to know what he was or what he was talking about, but she opened her eyes in surprise and recognition. Before she could say anything, however, he continued kissing her down towards her breasts, which hardened at the sensation. She moaned in pleasure and grabbed the bed sheet through clenched teeth. She moaned even louder as he brushed his fingers against her womanhood. When he buried one finger inside her, she came with a scream. He chuckled softly at her entrance, causing shivers down her spine and inside her body.

After she came again, he moved back to kiss her lips and moved her legs wide apart. Without breaking the kiss he buried himself deep inside her, breaking through her hymen. She had moaned in pain against his lips as he did so, but to his pleasure she met his rhythm without taking a break for the pain. Instead, she dug her fingernails in his back, causing him to moan at the pleasure that caused. He moved inside her harder and faster as she wrapped her legs around him. As his fingers started to massage her breasts, he felt she was about to come again - he quickened his speed and came with her.

Collapsing against the bed, Hermione dropped her legs from around him and closed her eyes as she tried to hold onto the pleasure she had received. If sex was always this good, why the hell had she been waiting so long? She thought while she was sane at the moment. She felt lips on her breasts again and moaned as she opened her eyes. He was still inside her – still hard. She could hardly believe it, but then he was a god. She still could barely believe he was here, and with her. But as he continued pleasuring her, her thoughts dispersed again and she pulled his face towards her again to kiss him. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he began to move inside her again – this time slow and steady. If it was even possible, it brought even more pleasure as she climaxed again.

She lost count on how many times she came that night in his arms. She was surprised she wasn't tired from how many times they had sex. She wondered briefly if this was dream during the times he let her take a breather, but then he had used his tongue to pleasure places she hadn't dreamed anyone would do to her. It was definitely not a dream she had concluded.

When she did finally fell asleep, he was behind her spooning her. She never wanted that feeling to leave. But she doubted this was more then a one night thing.

A few hours later as she woke, she found her room the same as it was last night so at first she thought last night was an actually a dream. That is, until she saw a banquet of Greek Valerian flowers in a beautiful ancient Greek styled vase on her nightstand. She also found that her blanket was no where in sight. She laughed and smiled as she smelled the flowers. Her body ached from the night's activity, but Hermione didn't care at all.

THE END.