Authors: Roxie Noir
Satisfied At Last (Mythology Erotic Romance): Part Twelve of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea (4 page)
She bit her lip, still facedown on the bed, the fire of lust rekindling itself inside her. Some tiny part of her wondered if she had a problem, since almost any mention of sex would send her right over the edge, but the larger part of her brain wanted him to open up her back hole and fuck her dirty.
Something wet and slick landed on her asshole.
“It would be a shame not to try it,” the king said.
“Do it,” Klea said, finally losing all control. “Fuck my ass.”
“That’s what I thought,” the king said, and he eased the head of his cock against her puckered entrance. “I’ve always wanted to fill all your holes.”
With that, he pushed against her, the head of his dick slowly making its way through the ring of muscle as Klea, face down, bit her lip and did her best to relax and let him through.
Just like always, right as she thought she couldn’t possibly take it, the head of his cock popped through and he released the breath he’d been holding in a
whoosh
.
Klea moaned. “I like your cock in my ass,” she said.
The king took her by the elbows, lifting her torso a little off the bed, pulling her backward.
“Tell me how much you like it,” he said.
“It’s big and thick and feels so good,” she said. “Put it all the way in.”
He slid the rest of his shaft in, his hips slapping against her ass.
“Fuck me hard and slow,” she said. “That’s how I like it best.”
Her arms still firmly in his grip, the king pulled out and then plunged his cock in again, hard, jolting them both, and then doing it again and again.
“Ohhhhh,” Klea moaned, eyes closed and head back, arching her back to get the best angle. “Yes, god, yes.”
“This is why I could never marry some teenager,” the king said through gritted teeth, still pumping in and out of Klea’s ass.
“You like it too rough and filthy?” Klea gasped.
“I only get it up for sluts,” he said, pounding hard. “I’m gonna come in your ass.”
“Do it,” she said. She was close herself, the buzz in her reaching a roar. “I want your hot cum.”
Right then, he put one hand on her clit and rubbed for a moment.
Klea wasn’t expecting it and she came, hard, shouting nonsense syllables and feeling her entire body convulse. She pulled forward against the king’s handed holding her back, straining against him, the feeling of his cock up her ass and his fingers on her clit blanking her mind out completely so that nothing existed there but pure pleasure. Her vision blurred around the edges but she still hoped it never stopped, this blinding feeling, but it did.
As it subsided, she was vaguely aware of the king’s cock emptying itself into her ass, pumping and twitching, the king himself moaning her name. Gathering herself together, she squeezed herself even tighter around him.
Finally, spent, he collapsed on top of her. They lay like that for a long time, her still bound, his now-flaccid cock still in her ass. At last, he pulled out, undid her bound arms, and crawled up on the bed next to her. She could feel his cum trickling out of her ass in spurts, onto his clean bed.
The king lay on his back, his chest moving up and down as he breathed. Klea realized she’d never seen him like this before: not totally in control, standing up and telling her what to do, not completely in charge of everything and everyone in a room.
By the couch, Cerberus snorted, kicked, and then changed position on his cushion.
“You’re not marrying the Athenian princess?” Klea ventured.
The king snorted. “I think not.”
“Wouldn’t it be a good alliance?”
“They’re too far away to do me much good,” the king said. “It would just anger the other city-states. They need me more than I need them.”
“Why all the fanfare?” she asked.
“Well, if I’m going to turn them down, I’ve got to make it look like I still respect them.”
He had a pretty good point.
“Besides,” he said, “I don’t imagine a sixteen-year-old would be interested in fucking my guards while I watched.”
Klea lifted her eyebrows at him, raising herself onto her elbows.
“I won’t marry you either,” he said. “But if you’d like to stay on here, we could work something out.”
Despite herself, Klea smiled.
“I wouldn’t marry you,” she said.
“Good,” he said. “I can’t see you being a very good wife. Too much scandal.”
“What kind of scandal?”
“Well,” he said, “Everyone knows you fucked your way through all my tasks, for starters.”
Klea frowned.
“And I assume you’re going to keep at it,” he said.
“And the guards?”
“All yours. With one condition.”
“That you get to watch?”
“Or that you tell me about it later,” he said. He swatted at her ass playfully. “I like it when you talk dirty.”
Klea pushed herself up off the bed and began to put her long dress back on. “I’m going to the baths,” she said. “You can come if you like.”
She walked out of his chambers, heart and cunt singing.
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