Satisfied At Last (Mythology Erotic Romance): Part Twelve of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea (3 page)

She said nothing. She wondered where the princess was: probably asleep, she thought, and not getting dragged out of her quarters at all hours of the night to answer to some sociopath.

“I am still the king here,” he said. “And so long as you’re in my lands, you need to obey my orders.”

“I’ll be gone in the morning,” she said. “Don’t worry.”

He looked at Cerberus, still sound asleep. “That was twelve, wasn’t it?”

Klea nodded.

“How’d you do it?”

“I asked.”

He looked at her for a long moment.

“And then?”

“Persephone said he’d been depressed and he needed sunlight and air. You’ve got him for two weeks.”

“What really happened?” he asked. He narrowed his eyes at her and leaned forward on the couch, a little menacing even though he was still sitting down.”

“That’s it,” she said.

Don’t say more,
she thought,
and maybe you can just go and forget about all of this
.

“I was looking forward to fucking them both, though.”
Goddammit,
she thought.

The king smiled.

“But you knew that,” Klea said, unable to stop her mouth now. “You like watching, too, and you like hearing about everything I do, because you’re some sort of pervert.”

“Am I?”

“You send me out to fuck monsters and then marry some sixteen-year-old virgin from Athens who’s afraid to even peek out the curtains of her litter,” she said. “That’s pretty fucked up.”

The king stood and walked to where she was. Klea was tall but he was taller, wider: easily a physical match.

“You’re dismissed,” he said to the guards without breaking eye contact with Klea.

They bowed and filed out of the room, and then she was alone with him.

“You’re right,” he said. “I know everything you’ve done.” He stepped forward and she stepped back once, twice, three times, and then they were at the edge of his massive feather bed.

Klea couldn’t help but notice his enormous erection.

“Everything?” she said.

“Most everything,” he said. “There are a few spots you could fill in for me, though.”

She licked her dry lips. “Like what?”

“The Amazons,” he said. “They’re not very forthcoming.”

“Lesbians,” she said. “I licked the Queen until she came, and then her lover.”

He growled, low in his throat.

“She wouldn’t let me come until she was finished, so she kept on bringing me to the brink and then back. It drove me wild. I begged her to let me finish, but she just wouldn’t. Not until I fisted her, my entire hand in her pussy. She squirted like you wouldn’t believe. Came so hard I was afraid she’d break my hand inside her.”

The king swallowed, his face growing flushed. Even though it felt dangerous, Klea couldn’t help herself any longer: she’d wanted him almost since she set foot in the palace. She reached down for his enormous, tumescent cock, but just as she touched it he grabbed her arm, whirled her around, and threw her facedown on the bed. Then he jerked both arms up behind her, holding them together, pinning her down.

“Didn’t you get fisted yourself?” he asked. “The time you came back wearing a lion skin.”

She nodded against the bed.

“Did you like it?”

“He fucked me first,” she said, her voice a little muffled. “He held me down, just like this, after I sucked him off. I’d been trying to fuck your guards for weeks and I was so ready to go I came in about thirty seconds.”

“They were under strict orders not to have sex with you,” he said.

“I figured.”

“Tell me about being fisted.”

“I was so wet from getting fucked I didn’t even need lube. It was just like this, he bent me over and held my arms behind me, and then put one fingers at a time in my pussy until they were all there. I thought I might explode but instead I just came, and came.”

Her cunt began to ache at the memory.

“That wasn’t my favorite, though,” the king said. He moved to stand right behind her, his still-clothed cock nestled right against her cunt and ass cheeks, rubbing up against her.

Klea tried to stand on her toes, hoping he’d rub against her harder. Anything for that beautiful cock.

“The centaur gangbang was good,” he said. “They were very complimentary afterward, totally impressed that you fucked all of them in one afternoon.”

“Centaur cocks are enormous,” she said. “Like being impaled.”

“Especially the one you took in the ass,” he said.

Klea grunted, facedown on the bed, thinking of that enormous cock in her ass.

“But I think I like it best when you perform,” he said.
 

“Like the apples,” she said. “I saw you there.”

“Mmmm,” he said, rutting hard against her, rubbing his dick between her cheeks. She thought she must have soaked through her thin linen dress by then. Surely he could feel that.

“Strange thing for a king to do,” she went on. “Even after I volunteered to fuck all your guards for you.”

“They talk,” he said. Abruptly, he released her arms and she lowered them to her sides. As soon as she did he grabbed her by the hips, pulled her to him until she was standing, and then grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so her throat was exposed. With his other hand he touched one breast and then the other, through her thin linen dress, her back uncomfortably arched.

“Tell me your favorite,” he whispered. With his free hand he drew circles around one nipple, the other hand still tight around her hair.

Klea was breathing hard, half from arousal and half from being yanked around like this. She swallowed and licked her lips.

“The stables,” she said.

“Ahh,” he said.

“There were these two river gods,” she said. “These two beautiful men, like they were cut from marble or something.”

“Two of them.”

“I was napping on a rock in the sun, trying to avoid shoveling,” she said, closing her eyes as the hand made its way around her nipples. It stroked down her belly. “Next thing I know, these two beautiful men are in front of me, flirting, and in a few minutes I’m making out with both of them, right there outside, in public.”

“Then?”

Klea shifted her hips forward a little, hoping he’d move his hand down and relieve some of her pressure. “I got on my knees and start sucking them both off,” she said. “They had wonderful cocks, long and hard and thick. They even tasted delicious. Then one of them got behind me, on his knees, and he fucked me from behind while I sucked on the other one.”

“They come?”

“More than once,” she said. She licked her lips again. More than anything she wanted for him to reach down, touch her cunt and relieve her; maybe bend her back over the bed and take her, hard, his beautiful cock slamming into her, filling her up.

Instead, his light touch went on tormenting her.

“After that they both fucked me at once,” she said. “One in my cunt and one in my ass. I thought I might explode, it felt so good. I love having that much cock in me. I just came and came and came and thought I might never stop coming.”

He pulled her hair back and she bumped into him, his long, hard cock poking at her lower back.

“I do love a good cock,” she said.

Instead of turning her around or putting her on the bed, the king pulled her hair down, not stopping until Klea was on her knees, next to the bed. He let go of her hair and Klea heard fabric hitting the ground with a loud
whomp
, and then he stepped in front of her, put his hands around her throat, softly, both thumbs on her windpipe.

“Show me,” he said.

Kneeling in front of him, Klea eagerly took the head of his cock right into her mouth, sucking on it hard, moving her head back and forth down the shaft. His hands were on her throat but not tight enough that she couldn’t breathe, just enough that she knew they were there. She moved her head back, taking the cock almost all the way out, then pulled it into her mouth, to the back of her mouth, pushing and swallowing, finally feeling the head pop through and into her throat.

She was rewarded with a long, low moan, and the king thrusting himself further down her throat, pushing past his thumbs on the outside. He stayed like that, pushing shallowly in and out of her throat, until she thought she might pass out from not breathing and then he pulled out.

Klea gasped for air.

“You know my favorite?” the king asked. Klea took a deep breath and pushed her mouth onto his cock again, wanting to taste him, to feel him fucking her. “It was — oh, that’s right, swallow my cock — it was the half-giant you fucked after watching my guards with his sex-crazed sluts.”

“Mmmmm,” Klea said, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. She felt his thumbs tighten the littlest bit around her throat so he could feel his cock slide past them, again and again.

“I’ve visited him before, of course,” he went on, sliding his cock from her mouth, letting her breathe again. “You’ve got to be careful, but those girls will just slide you right into any orifice and never stop.” He put his cock on her lips again and she opened her mouth, wanting more. “They’re kind of like you. I think you might like it a little rough.”

Between the cock in her mouth and the memory of the giant’s cock, the way he’d held her against the cobblestones and fucked her, hard, as she came again and again, Klea could feel her arousal dripping down one leg, and she moaned into the king’s member. She didn’t care if he married some teenage princess, just as long as he fucked her, just this once.

“Fuck me,” she said the next time he pulled himself out of her mouth. The king looked down at her and smiled, then took one hand off her throat, put it on the back of her head, and pushed her face onto his cock one last time.

When she came up for air, he threw her, facedown, onto the bed and got on top of her, knees on both sides. From somewhere he’d grabbed a belt and bound her hands together with it, behind her back.

“This is the Amazon’s belt,” he said, casually, as he tied her up. Then he grabbed the globe of her ass, hard, and ran both his thumbs down her crack to her soaking wet slit, spreading her lips wide.

“Oh god, please,” said Klea. She was too out of her mind with lust to process whose belt it was.

“Please what?” the king said.

“Touch me,” she said. “Fuck me until I come. I’ve never wanted something so bad.”

She felt his knees on the backs of hers, and then his weight there, pinning her down completely. She couldn’t move, even if she tried, and she didn’t try very hard.

With one hand he spread her lips far apart, and with his other, he flicked her clit, hard. Klea’s whole body jerked - shock, pleasure and pain, all at once. He did it again, and then again, her whole body convulsing, the sensation singing through every muscle. Despite everything, even though they hurt a little, those flicks scratched her desperate itch, and with every full-body jerk, Klea was more and more aroused. She started moaning each time, held down on the bed, the king granted full access to everything.

Just as she was about to come, he stopped.

“Not yet,” he said.

She struggled against him, trying to turn around and look, to see what his face said, but she could barely move her shoulders enough for even that.

“Please,” she said. “I need to come. I’m going to burst.”

He chuckled softly and didn’t answer her. She felt a few fingers - three, maybe four - invade her slick channel, working themselves in and out.

“Tight for such a slut,” he said, bending his fingers inside her, making her muscles involuntarily clench, her hips thrusting forward against her will.

Klea moaned into the soft bed. “Just fuck me,” she whispered.

He pulled out his fingers and wiped them on her back, then grabbed her ass in both hands again, squeezing each globe hard enough to leave handprints.

“Only because you asked so politely,” he said, and then in one motion he slid his entire cock into her, his hips hitting her flesh with a soft thump.

“Ohhhh, that feels good,” Klea moaned, savoring the sensation of the king finally inside her, his hard, thick member firmly all the way in her cunt.

“You like a good, hard fucking?”

“Yes,” she gasped, just as he pulled himself out and then hammered into her again, so hard she scooted forward a little on the bed and cried out involuntarily.

“Harder,” she said.

The king fucked her with a ferocity Klea had never known, borne from months of pent-up frustration. She felt like she was being drilled into the bed, like he might shatter her pelvis from pounding her so hard, but she was almost as pent-up as he was, and with every stroke the glowing feeling in her cunt grew, even as her face was buried in the bed, her arms pinioned behind her.

“Come for me,” the king growled. He fucked her again and again, each stroke ending in a loud wet slap.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Fuck me until I can’t walk straight, oh god...”

Finally the feeling deep in her cunt exploded. Klea saw stars and felt all her muscles convulse against her will: her back arched and she bit the sheets in front of her face, all the while making a strangled moaning noise. She thought she might pass out, the sensation was so strong and all-consuming, and while it last she couldn’t think about anything else, not about the king still hammering away at her or her arms, uncomfortably bound behind her back. She just moaned and moaned, riding wave after wave until finally, it was over, and she lay still, breathing hard.

The king pulled out, cock still hard, and pinched the tip.

Klea struggled to look over her shoulder, not sure what he was doing. He stood, and then took her by the hips, positioning her on the edge of the bed so her feet were on the floor and she was bent over, utterly at her mercy.

“Do you still like it in the ass?” he said, cock in hand.

Klea swallowed. Her legs felt almost too trembly to stand, and she wasn’t sure if she could take an ass-fucking right now.

“Because I’ve heard wonderful things about your ass,” he went on. With both hands he spread her ass cheeks and ran one thumb over her tight bud, the sensation rippling through her. “That’s it even tighter than your cunt and it can take an incredible fucking.”