The Ares Ritual - Steamy MM Fantasy Instalove Romance: Naughty Gods, #1

By Michael Levi

Alesandro? I shouldn't touch him. He's for me and not for me at the same time. I'm much older than him and a lot more experienced. I look at him and see the naive man he is. My thoughts are dirty and I want him to serve me. I can't do that, though – it would mean his death. Ares is anything but merciful. If the almighty god set his eyes on Alesandro, he'll be part of the ritual whether I want it or not.

I punched a wall when I found out I wasn't going to have a different choice. With Alesandro being the hunk he is, I know he can make me feel things I don't think possible. 

As for what he's packing under his trousers? I obsess over it all the time, too. If the ritual happens again, it will be my happiest night, especially when he claims me completely.

Set in ancient Greece, The Ares Ritual is a fantasy, mm, short romance. As a bonus, it even features different endings!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Levi
• Release date: Nov 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215892688

Michael Levi

Steamy MM stories, baby! Michael Levi can’t go a day without sitting down and putting into words all the dirty scenes that sprout up in his mind. His collection is diverse and mostly features gay love. If you are looking for something free, check his mailing list. Warning: it can be extra spicy. When Michael Levi isn’t writing, he’s chilling out by the lake close to his house. Nothing better than kicking back with a martini in his hand as he daydreams his next explicit scenes.

Book preview

Chapter 1

MY COCK ENTERED HIS rectum again. What a fantastic young man I invited home this time!

He moaned a little with each of my thrusts, as my cock got bigger inside him.

We were sweating so much. Our bodies were soaking the dark sheets under us.

I didn’t care, and neither did he. We just wanted to cherish this moment.

I sped up, my testicles hitting the skin of his ass like two gigantic cannonballs against a fort’s walls.

His skin was so soft, like that of a newborn.

I loved having my students over. Eating their asses bareback empowered me.

Adrian was everything for me that night. It meant more blood for Ares. He came in willingly. I just had to invite the innocent young man.

I caressed his ass and upper thighs once again. He moaned at the touch of my rough-textured hands. As an eighteen-year-old, I knew he was quite inexperienced.

I picked up the pace, and the stud underneath me begged for mercy.

Have mercy, professor. I don’t want to die today!

I didn’t answer him. I didn’t have to. I had chosen him. Ares demanded his blood. I was just following orders.

Sex was a necessary part of the ritual. Aphrodite also had her hand in this. I haven’t figured it out yet, but I believe she was having a love affair with Ares. Those gods were as naughty as we poor humans were.

Then, I moved in closer to his ear and whispered, You should be pleased that Ares and Aphrodite want you. Your family will have all the riches in the world and they will never get sick again. That’s what they promised me and you. I envy your destiny.

That phrase seemed to have calmed him a bit. He needed to be reminded of that. During the ritual, the students forget, sometimes, why I was devouring their delicious bodies.

That was okay; I just needed to clear their minds again.

Then came the most crucial part. I was reaching my climax as he moaned and groaned louder than before.

I felt my cock throbbing before jets and more jets of red fluid flooded his tight and warm hole.

Before the sex had started, I had taken some medications. The ritual required the pills. Ares demanded that I shared my blood with my subjects.

I was fine with that, of course.

When I was done, I relaxed a bit and let my hairy chest fall onto his bare back. I felt his slow heartbeat. He was already sleeping.

Perfect, I thought. That meant I didn’t need to use my sleeping pills.

But then, I lost consciousness.

Chapter 2

I WOKE UP AND REALIZED Adrian was still asleep. Good! I was careless and shouldn’t have blacked out like that. He could have woken up and caused unnecessary problems.

I got up and put on clothes. I put my robe on and looked at the innocent figure in front of me. He would never see the light of day again.

I picked him up and put him on a wooden chair. It was a special device used for the rituals. It allowed for easy transportation of the students to be sacrificed.

I was pleased with the local engineer who made me that chair. I had