Date With Death (Welcome To Hell) (9 page)

Mictain called his forces together, other Aztec gods like himself, damned followers led by his general Montezuma, and he even had some demons in his ranks. Satan showed up as they began marching the perilous trail that led to Mount Olympus.

“Going somewhere?” asked Lucifer as he jogged alongside Mictain
, who led the charge in full battle gear—loin cloth, war paint, and feathers.

“Just out for a run,” said Mictain, lying smoothly.

“With an army?” puffed Satan, who gave up jogging to float effortlessly alongside. “I thought I told you to forget the girl.”

“Who says this has anything to do with Marigold? I felt like starting a war and it occurred to me that the Olympians might be a good place to start.”

Lucifer guffawed. “I knew you’d figure it out. So what’s the plan? Kill her father and take her back?”

“Yup.” He’d slaughter the whole lot of them to rescue her.

“You know she might have a problem with you killing her father even if she hates him right now.”

“So I won’t kill him. I’ll just remove a body part or two.”

Lucifer howled. “Oh, this is going to be fun. Mind if I tag along and watch?”

“Up to you, but I hope you’re not wearing your good clothes, because I have a feeling things will get messy.”

Lucifer sighed. “I wish I could play.”

“Why don’t you?” Mictain asked, curious at Lucifer’s abstinence when he could clearly hear the longing to join in.

“Conflict of interest, or else I would. But if you ever decide to war against Heaven’s army, let me know. I’ll be there with bells on.” Lucifer grinned wickedly and Mictain chuckled.

The path to
Mount Olympuswas treacherou
s—
if the people approaching were human and idiots. Mictain, a god, saw through the flimsy traps and led his army through without incident until they stood before the grand wrought iron gates leading into Olympus itself.

Mictain rapped his maquahuitl
, a deadly, ancient Aztec weapon comparable to a sword but lined with enchanted obsidian, against the gates. “I am Mictain, Aztec god of death, and I come to claim my woman, Marigold, stolen from me by one of your cowardly denizens.”

The air behind the gate swirled and a figure appeared. A tall
, bearded man whom Mictain recognized as Zeus.

“Take your army, Aztec dog, and be
gone,” boomed Zeus with a fierce scowl.

“Not without my woman,” replied Mictain. “My war is not with you, so tell her cowardly father to get his ass out here and deal with me himself.”

“My daughter isn’t going anywhere with you,” replied Zeus with a smug smile. “So leave with your scraggly followers before I and my brethren show you what real gods are capable of.”

Mictain smiled. His eyes lit with rage and his body warmed with a battle fever he hadn’t enjoyed in a long time. “Then prepare for defeat.” Mictain swung his maquahuitl and sliced through the bars blocking his way. “Death to the Olympians!” he screamed
, leading the charge.

Mictain ran at Zeus
, who’d jumped back from the fence, and swung low intending to lop off a leg instead of his head, just in case Marigold had changed her mind about her father. Zeus misted before his weapon could connect and reappeared a few hundred yards away, backed by the Olympian gods who appeared at his call.

Mictain’s forces ranged out behind him
, facing the aristocratic bunch that peered at them disdainfully. With a whooping cry, Mictain charged. His army, screaming wildly, followed him.

Their forces engaged with a mighty clash and noise that Mictain found invigorating despite the cause. His people, bloodlust roaring through their undead veins, jumped into the fray with little regard for their safety, unlike the Olympian gods who, while dressed pretty, seemed more concerned with staying clean than winning.

Battle lust giving him strength, Mictain swung his weapon with deadly accuracy, severing limbs left and right. None of his blows were fatal in the off chance his opponents were related to Marigold, but each well-aimed slice took his intended target out of the battle. It was obvious to Mictain before long that his forces were gaining the upper hand, but he’d forgotten one key thing about the Olympians.

Unlike his people, the Olympian gods had no honor. He only remembered this important fact as he felt the zinging zap from a bolt of electricity hit him in the back, flinging him to the ground, stunned.

Mictain blinked. He was far from dead, but he needed a moment for the force of the bolt to dissipate. His ears, however, were perfectly fine,and he clearly heard the screa
m—
the cry of a severely pissed woma
n—
that echoed around the battlefield.

That sounds like Marigold.

He no sooner thought that than he found himself flipped onto his back and staring up into the gloating visage of Zeus.

“Aztec dog. How dare you think to sully my daughter with your barbaric self?”

Mictain felt the tingle in his limbs indicating he was close to regaining full use of them. In the meantime, he smiled at Zeus through partially numb lips. “Marigold is mine. And when I’m done here, I’m going to take her home and claim her as my wife.”

Zeus growled. “Not if I kill you first.”

“Oh no you don’t,” spat Marigold, who arrived in a blur to stand over Mictain, which gave him an interesting view of what she wore under her white toga. Nothing at all. His cock hardened and Mictain’s hands twitched as feeling came back to them. It occurred to him he should stand up and defend himself, but not only was the view much more interesting where he lay, he also wanted to see what Marigold would do next.

“Who let you out?” Zeus asked, not sounding the least bit happy about her escape.

“I let myself out, daddy dear,” said Marigold in a sweet tone that screamed, to Mictain at least, how pissed she was.

“Impossible. Only a god could leave that room.”

“Tell that to the hole in your wall. Now, I’m taking Mictain and his army and leaving. Do not try to stop me.”

“Or what?” said Zeus
, still cocky.

Mictain didn’t see what she did, but he heard it. A swift thump followed by a groan. Mictain watched with a smirk as Zeus sank to his knees with watering eyes, his hands cupped to his abdomen.

“You hit me,” Zeus accused. “You can’t do that. I’m your father.” Zeus ended on a whine that made Mictain wince.
Damned Olympians are so soft.

“I warned you. And, if you want to be a father, how about starting with being nice to my boyfriend and not trying to lock me in rooms
? Now, are you going to leave us alone, or am I going to have to demonstrate just how I blew that hole in the wall?”

“Fine. Leave. See if I care.” Zeus pouted and Mictain almost felt sorry for the god. But not for long.

Marigold moved, and he lost the tantalizing view of her bottom as she knelt beside him. Concerned eyes peered into his and her hands cupped his cheeks.

“Mick? Are you okay? Speak to me.”

“A kiss,” he whispered.

He’d no sooner spoken than her lips pressed against
his, sweet and soft. Desire ignited throughout him and his body, free of the electrical zap, sprang to lif
e—
well, his cock did anyway. Mictain brought his arms up and dragged her on top of him. She gasped. He grinned and rolled her under him in one swift motion.

He kissed her as his body pressed into her. He couldn’t even describe how happy he was to see her. His cock knew how it wanted to show her. He just needed to rid them of the material between them so it could demonstrate and sink himself into her body. He needed...

A throat cleared. “I dare say, while I for one am quite into watching as the two of you get it on, don’t you think that you should release your army first so they can get some action of their own?”

Mictain groaned and rolled off Marigold. He really didn’t want to. She looked so beautiful with her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with passion. She didn’t make things easier when she gave him a sultry smile.

“Hold that thought,” he told her as he turned to face his troops who stood grinning over the downed and cowering Olympians. Mictain smiled back.
People might foolishly think Aztecs are barbarians, but when it comes to battle, we kick ass.

Mictain opened his mouth to thank them and order them home when Marigold spoke first. “Brave warriors, thank you for coming to the aid of my lover, the god of death himself, Mictain. Your bravery will not be forgotten. And as a thank you for participation in my rescue, free drinks a
t—
” Marigold paused.

“Montezuma’s Revenge,” supplied Mictain.

“Courtesy of my newly found father.” Zeus grumbled and Marigold hissed at him. “Shut up and consider it a small price and a start in your path to my forgiveness.” Marigold turned to Mictain and pressed herself against his front. “Now, what’s a girl need to do to get a certain god naked and in a shower with her?”

Mictain threw Lucifer a glance.

Satan sighed. “Again? The things I do for my friends.” A snap of his fingers and they were in Mictain’s bathroom—army, Lucifer, and meddling father free.

Alone. Thank fuck.

Marigold faced him with a smile and reached for the tie at her shoulder to remove the toga, but Mictain stopped her. “Leave it on and turn around,” he asked, his voice thick. He could still clearly see her sweet pussy as she’d straddled him on the battlefield, and he needed it,
now
.

Marigold turned and braced her hands on the wall. She peered at him over her shoulder and gave him a coy smile as she wiggled her butt.

“Tease!” With a growl, he flipped up the skirt of her toga. He slid a hand between her cheeks and ran it across her wet slit. He loved how she was so ready for him without even a touch.

“
Don’t tease me,” she asked, her voice low and sensual.

He needed no further invitation. He
dropped his loin cloth, letting his cock spring forward. He slapped it off her ass cheeks, teasing her, a game he lost when she bent right over and exposed herself to him. No sane man, or god, could have resisted.

He drove
his shaft into her, promising to make up for his haste later, too enflamed to wait a moment longer. He needed to feel her clenched tight around him. But he wasn’t the only one primed and ready. Slick and molten, her pussy took every inch of him and she mewled for more. He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and pounded her willing flesh. Faster he plowed, urged on by her excited cries. He also couldn’t resist slapping her fleshy ass. His hand connected and she cried out as her pelvic muscles tightened around his thrusting cock. Mictain shouted at the exquisite sensation.

“Again,” she panted.

The smack of his hand hitting her pale flesh made her squeeze tight once again and with a bellow, Mictain couldn’t hold back. He came, his final thrust thankfully triggering her climax.

He waited only a moment for her tremors to subside before straightening and turning her into his arms. He didn’t give her a chance to speak. His lips claimed hers in a fiery kiss as his hands divested her of her clothing. Her hands were equally busy,
removing the feathers decorating him, and within moments, they were both naked and standing in the hot spray of his shower.

He tried to wash her and she him, their hands stroking and soaping. Yet, even with the quickie against the wall, Mictain was still impatient. The feel of her hot
, slick flesh against his drove him wild, and his cock hardened again. His urgency seemed an equal match to hers judging by the way her hands roamed up and down his body while her mouth clung to his with panting need.

He dropped to his knees in the shower, nuzzling her pubes. She grabbed at his wet hair and gazed down on him, her eyes heavy with desire. “Lick me,” she ordered.

He needed no further urging. He spread her legs and with his hands holding her up, he buried his face into the apex of her thighs. She whimpered and clung to him as he tortured her sensitive clit, his tongue flicking the engorged nub.

“Lean against the wall,” he said gruffly. When she complied, he kept one hand on her to hold her up, but used the other to delve between her plump lips. He groaned at the tight feel of her squeezing around his digits. He finger fucked her, his index finding and stroking her g-spot. She quivered at his touch, her honey running down his hand. He found her clit again with his tongue as he stroked her, frantically working her until
, with a scream, she came, her sex clamping around his fingers. But he wasn’t done yet.

He stood and palmed her rounded ass cheeks. He squeezed them before lifting her up until her slick core was aligned with his cock. With a grunt
, he pushed into her eager sex, still trembling from its climax. Her flesh sucked him in and her legs wrapped around his flanks, locking him in tight. Mictain groaned.

“Oh yes,” she murmured
, burrowing her face against his neck.

Leaning her against the tile wall of the shower, he started slow, his thick shaft slipping in and out of her tight sheathe, but her excited cries and nails digging into his shoulders soon had him increasing his pace. Faster he pumped her until she screamed his name and came, her flesh quivering around him in constricting waves that had him shuddering and climaxing hard inside her.