Gasping for breath in the fetid air, he pushed down the welling panic. He could do this, if only to shut up that smug, arrogant son of a bitch lover of his. And when Iphicles admitted he'd underestimated him, Ares woud enjoy making the king pay. A day-long blowjob...just what he needed after this grubby day in mortal flesh.
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