It was like walking underwater, if water choked the consciousness as much as it did the lungs. Ares’s head lolled from side to side as another wave of cool ecstasy rode his veins, and with the Cornucopia retrieved and in his possession once more, he turned around to find Astra again. He couldn’t quite remember how they had ended up in the middle of this unknown forest or why she had been under him, soft and lithe and warm. But the small sounds she had made as he covered her body with his had wiped all such unimportant questions from his mind.
In the back of his mind, he knew that the nectar was to blame: it filled him and changed him, stripped him of what few inhibitions he clung to. It amplified every sensation he felt tenfold, a hundredfold - even the slightest brush of a breeze against
