by Ouran
She felt her hips move, backwards and forwards, always feeling that sensation of fullness no matter where she moved. A thumb stroked her clitoris and she felt herself tumble over the edge. She held onto the head between her hands sharing tongues with it eagerly,
concentrating on it desperate to keep the sensations coming but it was too late. With a moan she felt herself tip over that edge. Opening her eyes she saw Elektra staring at her and then slowly and deliberately she pushed her fingers as deep as she could into Calli. “I love you. I know I can’t be her, but I can be anything else you want me to be”. Just as slowly she pulled out her fingers from between her legs and buttocks. Inspecting them and then sucking them deeply into her mouth in front of Calli, licking them clean.
Pentheus and the Maenads The Erotic Greeks Book 6
“I must be mad” Pentheus said to himself doubting his eyes. A surprisingly soft hand was placed on his shoulder and ran up his cheek whilst a voice breathed in his ear “be at peace prince, my lord desires your safety and so we will treat you softly”. A scream rent the air from somewhere outside and Pentheus jumped. “Quiet my prince. It is just my sisters playing. Come, rest yourself”. Pentheus found himself being led to a clump of cushions and pushed down into them. He watched as if from outside himself as a goblet was pushed into his hand and filled with wine. “Drink” he heard and without thinking he did.
The wine was surprisingly good, sweet and clear with no bitter after taste. It could have been spring water for all he felt. Pentheus drank it fully only to have his goblet refilled by a smiling raven haired woman. “I don’t even know what to call you” he said. Smiling she answered “you may call me Iris. My mother named me after the flower and the name still pleases me well”.
She pushed him back until he was reclining and then lay by his side, propped up on an elbow, ready to fill his goblet for him. Her leg broke from her clothes by a slit in the side of her skirt, the whiteness contrasting with the blackness he was used to and as she moved he started to notice more and more flashes of skin in-between rents of cloth.
He found himself staring and he quickly stammered “forgive me lady, I am not used to this wine”. Iris laughed; it was musical and unexpected coming from someone so dark. “I do not mind prince. Do you wish to stare? Does what you see please you?” she moved her leg upwards, her knee thrown over his calf and the swell of muscles on her thigh sent stirrings to his loins. She seemed to sense this and rubbed her leg along his. Gulping he finished his goblet of wine.
Seeing his empty goblet Iris lent across him to refill it once again. As she leant forward her breasts heaved against her clothes and pushed against his chest. Pentheus found himself staring at the swell of her behind as her clothes rode up showing off her shapely legs. He was so caught up in this sight that he didn’t register the wetness spreading over his chest until Iris sat up. “Apologies my prince, I seemed to have been clumsy and spilt your drink. Please disrobe and I will clean your clothes before tomorrow”.
With that Iris started to claw and pull at his shirt trying to get it off. Pentheus protested weakly his head swimming with all the wine he had drunk. His vision blackened for a moment and when he came back to clarity he saw his shirt was off and he sat bare-chested amongst the cushions, wine soaking into his skin as Iris threw his shirt to the floor.
Iris reached out and traced his pectoral muscles with her fingers. “You are certainly favoured prince”. Her voice came out as a throaty whisper which normally he didn’t like but now sent shivers down his spine and into his cock. Her face came close to his and he smelt the same potent liqueur smell on his breath that had come from the jugs on the altar before she dipped her head and he felt warmth on his chest as Iris began to lick at where the wine had soaked onto his chest. Hands came up and stroked his shoulders as she licked him and then pushed him down onto his back amongst the cushions. With no strength left to argue or
stop her he sank into the softness of the cushions and closed his eyes believing he was wither part of some sort of crazy dream or the assailants had indeed caught him and he was dead.
Pentheus lay in languidness, his eyes closed as Iris worked her tongue up his chest and then onto his nipples playfully curling around the small stubs and then grazing them with her teeth. The warmth of her mouth disappeared for a moment and then he felt something wet dribbling onto his chest and he smelt the strong alcoholic smell of the wine he had been drinking. It dribbled down the valley in between his pectorals and over his stomach soaking into his trousers before it stopped. Opening his eyes he saw Iris put the amphora down. “I’m sorry my prince, it seems I have been clumsy again” she said as her hands reached for his trousers.
For a fleeting moment Pentheus thought about trying to stop her and somehow she must have seen it in his eyes as her hands clenched on his trousers catching some of his flesh painfully. He raised himself to allow his trousers to be pulled off and she relaxed her fingers. Quickly pulling his trousers off she sat back on her haunches and watched as the purple stain of the wine soaked into his skin giving his cock a lurid purple stain. Leaning forward she bent to her task once again of cleaning him with her mouth.
Pentheus lay there as she licked and worked her tongue over his chest and down his stomach. The scent of wine, his sweat and a strange fruity musk filled the air. Looking down he saw that he had put his hands on her head, entangling his fingers in her long dark hair. She went lower tracing his stomach and then down again and his hands clenched on her head, a grunt of surprise from his mouth as she took his cock into that warm licking orifice.
He was hard, harder than he had been for a long time and she took full advantage of it sliding her lips down until he bumped the back of her throat and then back up. Taking him out of her mouth she glided her tongue over his turgid member before moving lower and coating his balls with her mouth and tongue. Pentheus lost all reason and his hands still in her hair, pulled her up. She came willingly as he pulled her towards his mouth and then they met, his scent on her lips, before plunging his tongue in where his cock had been moments before.
Iris let him have this kiss before pushing him away and reaching for the jug of wine. Pouring some of it into her mouth she bent down to kiss him again, their mouths locking, and she released the wine into his mouth forcing him to drink. The wine along with their scent made his head swim and when they broke he watched as his hands without him knowing started to pull off her clothes. He could hear grunting and it took him moments to realise it was him. Then she was naked and against him again, her flesh on his. His hands were in her hair and then they collapsed down her body stroking her back and buttocks as they kissed.
Not willing to be a passive participant Iris pushed Pentheus away before darting in and kissing his neck. He felt something warm on his hard cock and looking down he saw that she grasped him in her hand, manipulating his flesh and keeping him hard. Her white flesh against his bronzed skin took on an exotic quality and he let out a small sigh. She broke from kissing his neck to look at him fully. Her eyes pulled him in as his hands grabbed her shoulders and smoothed down to squeeze her full and slightly less than firm breasts. Resting them in his hands he rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb, squeezing them gently before leaning forward to kiss her once again.
Iris eagerly kissed him and he enjoyed the feeling of her breasts in his hands, the softness of the skin caressing his rough palm. She obviously had other plans though as she pushed him away and pulled her soft globes away from his hands. He gave a groan of
disappointment but she squeezed his member with her hand before taking it away. Pentheus cock stood proud, red and straight and she moved downwards quickly until her face was inches away from its heat. Grasping him at his base she rubbed his cock over her face covering herself in his scent before bringing it to her mouth. Teasingly she pushed out her tongue and let it slide over his tip before darting into his foreskin and tasting the fleshy area.
Pentheus gave a groan of frustration and Iris quick
ly lunged forward taking his length into her mouth again turning his groan of frustration into a shout of surprise. Not teasing now she moved quickly and expertly taking him into her mouth and out again, her saliva dripping down his shaft and covering his entire cock with wetness. Grabbing her head in his hands he urged her on as his hips started to move, fucking her mouth like it was a courtesans cunt willing and eager for his seed. He trembled, his sticky fluid desperate for release into the warm mouth pleasuring him, he was so close.
Iris stopped and pulled away quickly, grasping his cock at his base, hard enough to hurt. Pentheus gasped. He was so close and now he felt his cock desperately flexing and not being allowed to spend itself. “Oh no prince, not yet” was all she said as he looked at her in confusion. His madly flexing cock gradually stopped and when she judged it right she let it go and shuffled up his body, her knees on either side of him. He stared as her cunt came nearer and nearer to his face and then she was kneeling above him, her cunt inches from his mouth and he smelt that fruity musk again. Getting up onto her feet she crouched over him.
“Come my prince, you haven’t finished drinking from Dionysus cup yet” so saying Iris lowered herself until she felt her wetness touching his face. Pentheus reached up with his hands to grasp her buttocks and steadied her and then with some trepidation, he reached out his tongue and let it flutter over her. He tasted her then and realised she tasted like the wine he had drunk. Not as strong and not as numbing but she had that same fruity taste. Letting his tongue wander he got bolder and stroked it up and down her cleft enjoying the small tastes of her he was getting and the small movements she was making on her own.
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