The god of war then performed a series of pushups, forcing his mammoth meat into the depths of Hercules' mouth with each descent. The half-god's tongue and lips caressed and pleasured his master's bulbous cockhead.
Ares' grunts and growls of exertion were laced with moans of ecstasy as he exercised and received fellatio at the same time.
Suddenly, he felt his big brother's saliva-coated fingers gently stroke his entrance. He let out a low moan of arousal, prompting Ares to chuckle.
"So fucking hot... Yeah..." Ares hissed lewdly. "You know how long I've been dreaming about this, Hercules?"
As Ares' first two fingers slithered their way into his soft, warm insides, Hercules suddenly realized why it was Ares had always antagonized him. It was to bring him to his knees and destroy his pride with sexual surrender. And now he'd finally done it. Ares had won.
"This tight hole is all mine," Ares continued. "You are all mine..."
Hercules clenched his teeth and moaned in frustration as Ares took his time in preparing him to fuck. Ares opened and rotated his fingers, causing Hercules' entrance to stretch and loosen. As he pulled them back out, the defeated Olympian's hole sucked on them, not wanting to let them go.
He was ready, Ares thought with a smirk. Hercules was ready to be bred.
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