The opulence of the mansion was almost overwhelming, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Athena, her senses slightly dulled by the champagne she'd been sipping, weaved through the crowd with a determined glint in her eye. Her target was Ares, the man who had been the subject of her fantasies for far too long.
There he was, his laughter ringing out as he entertained a group of friends. Athena's lips curled into a smirk as she approached, her heels clicking confidently against the marble floor. She reached out, playfully tugging at Ares' arm, pulling him slightly away from his companions.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I need to borrow this one for a moment," she purred, her voice low and suggestive. "I require his... special attention in private."
Ares' eyes sparkled with amusement and curiosity as he allowed himself to be led away. "Special attention, huh? Sounds intriguing. Lead the way, Athena."
They navigated through the throngs of partygoers until they reached a secluded guest bedroom. With a swift motion, Athena locked the door behind them, her mischievous grin lighting up her face.
"You're too slow, Ares," she teased, her eyes dancing with challenge. "Think you can keep up with me tonight?"
Ares chuckled, his interest piqued. "I'm always up for a challenge, especially when it comes from you."
Athena's expression turned serious, yet her eyes remained playful. "Good, because I have a plan, and you're the chosen one for the job. I want to get pregnant, and you're going to help me."
Ares blinked, taken aback but undeniably aroused by her boldness. "Well, that's... direct. I—"
"Shh," Athena cut him off, her commanding presence filling the room. "No time for witty comebacks. We have work to do."
With that, she bent over the bed, presenting herself to him with a provocative sway of her hips. "Get to work, Ares."
Unable to resist her dominance, Ares moved behind her, his hands eagerly exploring the curves of her body. "You're not making this easy on me, are you?"
Athena laughed, her voice laced with mock impatience. "You're taking too long. Hurry up and fulfill my demand, or I'll find someone who can."
Spurred on by her taunts, Ares positioned himself and began to thrust into her, their moans mingling with playful insults about their performance.
"You call that thrusting? I've seen more action from a sloth," Athena teased, her breath hitching with pleasure.
Ares grinned, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Oh, you want more? How about this?" He increased his pace, drawing a gasp from Athena.
"Talk dirty to me, Ares," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. "Tell me how much you want this."
Ares obliged, his words stoking the fire of their arousal. "I want you so bad, Athena. I want to fill you up, make you mine."
As he reached his climax, Athena's laughter rang out, triumphant and teasing. "Finally, you did something right."
They collapsed on the bed, breathless and laughing, their bodies slick with sweat. Athena turned to Ares, her confidence unwavering. "I'm definitely pregnant now. You did well, for a slow starter."
Ares chuckled, pulling her close. "With you in charge, how could I not? But just to be sure, maybe we should try again later."
Athena's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, we will. But for now, let's enjoy the afterglow of our little secret agenda."
And as they lay there, the sounds of the party a distant murmur, Athena knew that this was just the beginning of their thrilling journey together.
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