People, not women. Hippolyta suppressed yet another smile. He was quite the unbiased diplomat, or else a shrewd liar.
“Follow me.” General Orithyia walked away and the Amazon warriors fell in and flanked him on all sides.
Hippolyta, at his immediate right, could scarcely keep her eyes off of Theseus as they marched to the palace. He was a strapping man, taller than she, and with a presence so commanding she knew the stories about him must be true. Here was a man who might be worthy of her respect. Even more so because not once did he leer at the warriors’ shapely buttocks swaying back and forth in front of him.
Hippolyta inhaled his scent, a blend of sea and air and male, that for some strange reason she found quite enticing. She snuck peeks at Theseus’s hands. They were large and muscular, with thick fingers and clean, square-shaped nails. Hands that were more suitable for pummeling a Minotaur to death than writing treaties or caressing a lover. She imagined what such powerful hands might feel like on her body, then looked away, horrified by her lewd thoughts. Theseus was just a man! And men were...well, Amazons had no use for men.
When they entered the great chamber, the squadron moved into formation, rows of Amazons at attention in front of Hippolyta’s lion-skin throne.
Theseus stood before the vacant throne while Hippolyta, standing with her squad, waited for him to grow impatient. He did not. In fact, Theseus never shifted his weight or clenched his fists.
The Amazons stood silent as statues, a show of military training that Hippolyta knew Theseus would appreciate. After a few noiseless minutes, Hippolyta issued a silent “at ease” and strode past Theseus to sit on her throne.
Theseus bent down on one knee and dropped his chin.
“Arise,” said Hippolyta.
Theseus stood, his handsome face and confident stance indicating nothing less than utmost respect.
Hippolyta felt a strange heat creep into her cheeks. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?”
“I had to meet the illustrious Queen Hippolyta.” Theseus’s bright blue eyes pierced her regal demeanor.
“You’ve met me. Now you may leave.” Hippolyta shifted about. The man unsettled her, his gaze too penetrating for comfort.
Theseus rubbed his bearded chin. “I had hoped you would be interested in discussing our common interests.”
“What are those?” Hippolyta rested her hands on either side of the throne, her long fingers dangling over the arm in seeming disinterest.
“We are both bold leaders seeking to enrich the lives of our people, we are both skilled warriors who thirst for adventure and conquest, and we both have mutual acquaintances. Surely, a multitude of topics might warrant any number of discussions.” Theseus touched his chest. “I, for one, would enjoy hearing your side of the whole Hercules girdle-stealing incident.”
Hippolyta tilted her head. “Why?”
“Hercules is proud. And pride and truth are poor companions.”
“Ah, so you are a seeker of truth.”
“Truth, as you well know, comes in many guises.”
“A philosopher king,” Hippolyta teased, her dimpled smile taking Theseus by surprise. “I also seek truth.” She leaned forward. “Join me for dinner and explain those adventures of yours that are beyond belief.”
“I would be honored.”
Their eyes locked, not as two rulers vying for dominance but as two people confessing their attraction.
Melanippe went to Theseus’s side. “I’ll show you to your chambers.”
As Theseus was ushered from the great chamber, he looked over his shoulder to steal another glance at the Amazon queen. She was fierce and sexy. A heartbreaking combination.
Once the warriors departed, Hippolyta joined her mother on the balcony.
“Mate with him,” said Otrera.
“Mother!” Hippolyta sat on the low stone wall.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it. The man oozes sex, and he’s far superior to any of the Gargareans we visit in the spring.”
“He is well built.” Hippolyta threw her legs over the wall and stared at the sea. Just thinking about the size of his muscular thighs caused a rare stirring.
“It’s time you had a daughter,” said Otrera after giving her daughter time to consider her suggestion.
Melanippe joined them on the balcony. “I locked Theseus in the room.” She gave the key to Hippolyta. “Is dinner to be a formal affair?”
Formality meant braided hair and wearing heavy dresses from head to toe.
“No, informal attire.” Hippolyta straddled the wall. “Let’s see how the noble Theseus handles a roomful of breasts and legs.”
All eyes were on Hippolyta as she walked to the table to join her dinner guests. Dressed in a gown made of layers of sheer fabric, she took Theseus’s breath away. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, her head adorned with a slender circlet of tiny flowers. The robe-like dress offered peeks of her creamy cleavage with the slightest movement.
Theseus felt his cock swell and adjusted his tunic, much of his self-control lost when he caught sight of Hippolyta’s pink areola.
“To new friends.” Hippolyta raised her wine goblet.
“To new friends,” replied the Amazons.
Hippolyta turned to Theseus and held his gaze until his pupils dilated and his irises shone. Hippolyta warmed under his gaze. Eros’s arrow had struck them. They both knew it. Desire coursed through their veins and heated their skin despite the cool night breeze blowing through the vaulted chamber windows.
“I hope you’re hungry.” Hippolyta plucked an olive from the plate and nibbled at it, her eyes admiring the curved bulk of his biceps.
“Ravenous.” Theseus dropped his gaze to her bosom, which heaved beneath the gossamer layers.
She imagined his mouth on her breasts and her nipples hardened in response. No man had ever done that to her. The twice-yearly mating ritual with the Gargareans was always quick and perfunctory, devoid of seduction or caresses. Devoid of bodily pleasure but replete with the burden of procreation. Hippolyta did not think of siring a daughter when she looked at Theseus. She thought only of his body atop her, his cock inside, his tongue licking her breasts.
“Why are you here?” Hippolyta’s voice was thick.
“I need a queen to help me rule Athens. I want you.” Theseus set his hand over Hippolyta’s.
His touch jolted her, flooding her senses with heat and desire. A warmth spread between her legs and Hippolyta felt the oddest sensation, a moist discomfort that made her want to be touched there. Now.
Theseus’s fingers curled around her hand with the soft touch not of possession but of promise. Hippolyta stared at his hand over hers. The skin-to-skin contact felt too good to pull away from.
Hippolyta lifted her chin and met his blue eyes. “I am queen of the Amazons. I answer to no one. Your proposal offers no benefit. In fact, my acceptance reduces my present status as sole ruler. I will not be second to anyone.” She squared her shoulders, her breasts thrust outward, but she did not remove her hand. “Amazons do not take orders from men.”
Theseus’s eyebrows knit together in dismay. “Athens is a city of great renown and Attica a land of plenty. They have no equal. Your power and authority will not be diminished in any way. In truth, it will increase.”
“I have no interest in Athens.” Hippolyta stretched out her arm. “These are my people. I will not forsake them. This is my land. I will not leave it to share power with another.”
Theseus’s eyes radiated with compassion. “You will not be persuaded?”
“No.” She squirmed under his gaze, uncomfortable with his kindhearted understanding.
“Even if I have something you need?” One finger nudged between her fore and middle finger. He pulled it out. Pushed it back in. She spread those two fingers. Theseus’s finger went in and out, using a light touch to rub the thin skin connecting both fingers. Hippolyta sucked in her breath, stunned and excited by the su
ggestive movement. Her fingers were her legs, the thin skin between, her clit.
“I . . .” She swallowed, her mouth suddenly wet, and looked down as Theseus began drawing figure eights around her knuckles.
“There must be something an Amazon queen lacks.” His thumb pushed into the fleshy part at the base of her thumb.
The man was making love to her hand, each persistent thrust obvious with meaning. Two could play this game. Hippolyta bent her thumb around his and squeezed. Theseus drew in a sharp breath, and thrust back and forth. Hippolyta squeezed tighter, her buttocks clenching to his rhythm. Sensation replaced logic; all Hippolyta felt was the thrill of his proposition and its promise of pleasure. She parted her legs and the scent of her lust wafted upwards to be inhaled by Theseus.
He leaned toward her. “Are you as hungry as I am?”
Hippolyta jerked her hand away, hid it behind her back as if it revealed her guilt, and rose from the table. “I bid you all good night,” she said, addressing her guests. “Do not leave on my account. Stay and enjoy the feast.”
Otrera, from her vantage point, had not seen their wanton play of fingers, but she suspected their mutual desire when Theseus stood and followed her daughter from the room.
“That will be all,” said Hippolyta as two attendants opened the carved doors to her bedchamber. Theseus followed her inside.
Before the doors were shut, Theseus pushed Hippolyta against the wall. His hand slid beneath the sheer layers and moved up her thigh.
“I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you.” His lips brushed her neck while his hand moved around her hips to grab her ass.
“I—“
Theseus put his mouth over hers, his tongue eager and demanding. He tasted of wine, and as Hippolyta swirled her tongue around his, she ground her hips into his, felt his long hard cock against her silken cushion.
“You’re more beautiful than any goddess.” Theseus kissed her again, his lips crushing hers, and then he hoisted her leg around his hip. “More beautiful than Aphrodite.”
“And your physique must surely rival Zeus’s.” Hippolyta wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her other leg.
“Mmmm, your scent goes straight to my cock.”
Hippolyta’s back braced against the wall, her arms and legs around him, Theseus plunged his full length into her wetness. Hippolyta leaned her head against the wall and held tight as he rocked back and forth.
His angled entry rubbed against her clit, engorging it with a yearning that made her whimper and moan. Now she understood what drove men and lesser women mad with desire. This tension gathering in her sex was overpowering. Theseus kissed her again, his tongue moving to the rhythm of his cock. Hippolyta grabbed the hair at the back of his neck, arched her back, and willed her body to find release.
Her clit burst like a storm cloud, sheets of pleasure washing like rain over every inch of her body.
Hippolyta howled at the glory of it all, jerking her hips. “More! More!”
Her howl did him in, and Theseus lost all control. He wailed with sweet release as his cock pumped cum into the queen of the Amazons.
“Do it again!” Hippolyta pulled his hair.
Her feisty demand kept Theseus’s cock rigid with desire. “As much as you want, my queen.” He stepped away from the wall, and with her slick cunt still impaled on his cock, he walked across the room. He sat on the bed and leaned back. “Do as you wish.”
Hippolyta, still flushed with pleasure, began riding him, her breasts bouncing in his face. Theseus pushed them together and ran his tongue back and forth over her taut nipples.
Quivers of excitement rushed through her body, her mind fixed on one glorious destination. Theseus sucked her nipple until it was as hard and shiny as the tip of a sword. Each tug swelled her clit and added girth to Theseus’s cock.
Hippolyta lifted her ass and slammed into him. They grunted in unison, neither in control of the mounting tension that united their bodies into a single pulsing entity.
“Ooooooh!” Hippolyta rocked back and forth and ground her sex into him, waves of release crashing over her like the surf.
Her orgasm sent Theseus into a paroxysm of joy, his cock once again filling her sex with his cum. Hippolyta collapsed on his chest, her legs trembling, her pussy still quivering. Settling for the twice-yearly mating ritual with the brutish Gargareans would be impossible now that she had known ecstasy.
“We’re not done.” Theseus rolled her away and onto her back. He lifted her legs into the air and gazed at her pussy, which glistened with his salt and her honey, then lowered his head and sucked her clit.
Hippolyta clutched the covers, her ass wiggling and clenching as the tension increased. Theseus pushed one finger deep into her, found the sensitive spot at the back. She grabbed his head and moaned, felt herself gush, heard Theseus slurp it up.
Theseus’s head lifted, his mouth wet, his beard coated with love’s nectar. “More?”
“Do it again.”
“Get on your knees.”
Hippolyta rolled onto her stomach and got on her hands and knees, her buttocks raised in anticipation, the logical queen replaced by a nymph with a voracious appetite.
“What—” Hippolyta looked over her shoulder and saw that Theseus was running his tongue over the smooth curves of her ass, his finger tracing the soft flesh around her anus. A new sensation rocketed through her, unleashing a primal urge so insistent she could only gasp.
“Theseus . . .” she whimpered.
The king of Thebes rammed his cock into her and this time Hippolyta screamed at the force of the prolonged rapture. Theseus hammered into her until he growled his own release.
They collapsed on the bed in exhaustion, but Hippolyta’s eyes were wide open. She had been utterly violated. Completely satisfied. No man had ever done that. No man would ever be able to compete with his stamina, strength, and prowess. He had ruined everything!
“Theseus . . .” she whispered. She had to tell him to leave before her resolve left her.
“Mmmm.” Theseus gathered her in his arms, buried his face in the nape of her neck, and fell into an exhausted sleep.
It was past midnight when they both woke and gazed at each other in the blue moonlight illuminating the bedchamber.
“Ready for more?” Theseus set Hippolyta’s hand on his cock, solid and long and ready.
“You’re insatiable.” She was amazed. The man was a sex god.
Theseus kissed her cheek. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Hippolyta moved her hand up and down his cock as he rumbled with pleasure.
He stayed her hand. “Have I persuaded you to be my wife yet?”
Hippolyta rolled on her side, let her hand trail over the ridges of his muscled stomach to his chest. “You have an exceptionally persuasive appendage but my life is not my own. I have a responsibility to my people. An empire to build and battles to win. They would be horrified if I left for . . .”
“A man?” Theseus cupped the side of her face.
“It would be a dreadful insult to our values and way of life.” Hippolyta rose from the bed and stood before the open balcony doors. “I can never be Thebes’s queen and I cannot be your wife.” She breathed in the scent of the night-blooming jasmine that coiled around the balcony.
Theseus joined her at the doorway and wrapped warm arms around her. “Would you leave for love?” He kissed the side of her neck.
Hippolyta shivered, not from the cool night breeze but from desire. “You confuse fucking with love.”
“I confuse nothing.” Theseus pressed his hard cock into her back. “I loved you the moment I saw you standing with your warriors on the beach.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“You outshone all the others.” Theseus sprinkled kisses on her bare shoulder. “But it was while you walked next to me that I became intoxicated by your scent.”
“I don’t wear perfume.”
Theseus slid his hand between her thighs. “This drew me
like a bee to a flower. I thought of nothing else but my face between your legs.” He glided his fingers into her smooth folds. “Eros shot his arrow into us both, Hippolyta. Admit it, we can’t get enough of each other. Our bodies already know what your mind— because mine is already convinced—refuses to believe. When we are joined we are completely blissful.” His finger snugged into her wetness. “You think too much, Hippolyta, but while this excellent trait makes you a great ruler, it prevents you from seeing the obvious. Logic should never override instinct.”
“Yes, but neither should lust prevail over duty.”
Theseus’s left hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing across her nipple. “Your ass is grinding into me and your nipples lengthen to points. Listen to your body.”
“No, we can only have this.” Hippolyta reached her hand around and grabbed his stiff cock.
“I love you,” Theseus breathed into her ear as his finger stroked her clit.
“Amazons love war.” She melted into him as the pleasure gathered at her nexus.
“I want to fuck you forever.” Theseus scooped her into his arms, crossed the room, and laid her on the bed.
Hippolyta spread her long legs and beckoned him with a curled finger.
Theseus chuckled. “Vying for Aphrodite’s job are you?” He turned away and went to the small desk in the corner of the room. “I was wondering where it was.” He picked up his sword, its finely crafted hilt and razorsharp blade commissioned by his father, Aegeus.
“It’s a beautiful weapon,” said Hippolyta from the bed.
“It serves me well.” Theseus spun it over his head, twirling and slashing the air to Hippolyta’s amusement.
“I prefer tricks with your other sword.” Her gaze dropped to his cock.
Theseus picked up her discarded gown from the marble floor and dangled it between his fingers. “Do you like games?” He sliced its length three times with the sword.
“War games.” Hippolyta could not imagine what kind of game involved shredding her dress.
“Sex games are more fun.” Theseus scooped up the torn dress and sat on the edge of the bed. “Your hands.”
Hippolyta laughed and held them out as Theseus bound her wrists together. “Not much of a game.”
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