Free The Heart of War by Lisa Beth Darling Page A

letting out an involuntary cry of pain. The snoring stopped and became a snort and then a sniff. “Oh crap!” If that Hind thing came dashing out of there with her arrows flying she was dead for sure. At this range, how could the thing possibly miss her?
    It was not the Hind.
    In the mouth of the cave suddenly appeared a set of red eyes. Then another. Then another. Inside the cave, the thing growled low and deep. It sounded very big and very hungry as it let out a roar so loud and fierce her bladder let go. The wind from its lungs carrying the wretched stench of its breath washed over her, causing her stomach to heave. From the mouth of the cave leapt a creature so ferocious the sight of it froze her in place as she stared at it with gaping gray eyes. One might say it looked like a Rottweiler but, oh, about ten or fifteen times the size, and it had three heads, each one snapping, drooling and yowling as it stood at the entrance of its den, scratching the dirt with a thickly clawed paw.
    “Cerberus,” Maggie whispered just before she broke out in a full out sprint.
    Behind her she heard it take off after her. Maggie was thankful that, while it had three heads, it only had four legs; she was unthankful for the fact that the damned thing snorted fire. Behind her the sunset lit up the sky in shades of red and orange as puffs of flames shot out of all three of its noses. Small fires spring up behind her as the forest began to burn. As she ran in terror for her very life, Maggie heard a strange sound…one she did not recognize at first.
    “Ares!” It screamed. “Ares!”
    Then she realized it was her own voice bellowing for the aid of the overly arrogant man in his cave.
    Running as fast as her legs would carry her, Maggie shrieked, “By the Gods! Ares! Help me!”
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    Ares had Onya on her knees before him. She was bathed with sweat and moaning with delight as he thrust his swollen cock in and out of her tight little pussy. One of his big hands was planted on her voluptuous hips while the other worked Kat’s wet inviting hole, when his ears suddenly pricked up at the sound of his name. The urgency in it made him stop in mid-thrust and listen harder. He heard it again; the woman, Alena, she was screaming for him. When she cried out a third time, he pulled out of both women and jumped off his throne.
    Onya let out a little groan of disappointment at having her climax so rudely yanked away from her.
    “Ares, where are you going?” Kat asked quickly as she watched his naked heated body suddenly cover itself with his favorite thick leather armor. “What is it?” Although she was upset at his sudden departure, quietly she hoped the woman had fallen off a cliff or been eaten by one of the wolves on the island. He did not answer her, instead he stood there for a moment, very still with his head tilted upward as though he were listening to someone and perhaps even talking to them in his mind. Then he just disappeared from view, leaving the two women behind to finish each other off.
    “Oh Gods! Get away from me!” Alena cried as she ran blindly through the woods, her legs tiring and the horrid belt between her legs biting into her skin so deeply she felt blood running down her inner thighs.
    Ares knew what was going on before he left the cave. He heard Alena screaming in terror as she ran. He felt Cerberus close behind her and, with his mind, told the beast to slow down and that she was not Cerberus’ dinner. Deep in the woods, a few hundred yards away from her Ares materialized and sent another message to the beast; Herd her this way . Soon he clearly heard her heavy breathing just ahead of him, in the near dark. He let her run straight at him as he stood blocking her path. Alena was looking back over her shoulder as much as she was looking in front of her, each time the hound snorted and blew a flame from his flaring nostrils she jumped and let out a little cry that almost made Ares laugh. As she rounded the bend in front