The corners of Eris’s lips lifted at the corners, “There is no need for fear of that. Sleep is a commodity that shall not claim me this night.” He studied her slender figure through the sheer white robe she donned. “And neither shall you find respite in sleep, I can assure you of that.”
Kyra chuckled. “Such confidence. I find myself moisten at the promises that drip like warm melted honey from your lips. Only actions of your body through the hours of this night shall prove the truth or falseness of those words.” She gestured toward a dimly lit corner. “I have ordered supplements to aid your ardor. The absence of both brothers was felt at the dining table this evening.”
Eris eyed the low table laden with scrumptious morsels, fruit, and delicate greens. He eyed Sappho, who munched on a bunch of grapes as he offered, “That is not the appetite I have come to appease.”
Kyra lifted a single eyebrow. “And yet it is one that shall be appeased nonetheless. Go seat your overeager body, after you have rid it of those cumbersome cloths. Eat. Drink.” As Eris made to argue further, she commanded none too lightly, “I also have a surprise.” She dangled a short, wide strip of dark fabric from her fingers. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and unspoken promises.
Eris’s imagination churned out image after delicious image for the use of such material while making love. Given a choice he would tie her hands. But he remained silent, allowing her her freedom. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, Eris slowly unwrapped the twisted cloth around his waist and dropped it to the floor, leaving his body nude and open to her hungry gaze. She remained silent, but the light of appreciation lit in her eyes, flaring her pupils with banked desire. With a delighted shudder, she turned away from the sight and strode to the edge of the water. Eris watched her stroll away before seating himself at the low table. Cushions upon the floor cradled his naked ass cheeks as he crossed his legs and reached for a handful of bloodred berries. He popped them into his mouth, ignoring Sappho completely.
He was soon entranced as Kyra paused at the boundary of the wide pool only long enough to hand the fabric to the awaiting serfs, then stepped down the wide stairs. She continued until the water was at her waist and slowly dropped to her knees, submerging herself completely. She came up suddenly with the sheer robe clinging enticingly to her wet body. Kyra stared hard at him as she walked to the side and ascended the stairs. She called for the two slave girls’ assistance. The girls moved quickly. One bound the fabric across her eyes securely while the other reached for the collar of her robe, drawing it slowly away from her body. Inch by inch, skin as white as pearls and soft as petals was revealed to the awaiting men’s gaze. Eris noticed the deep flush of red spread from her breasts, deep crimson, all the way to the triangle of vibrant blonde curls at the V of her thighs.
Eris dipped his hand into the bowl of water to cleanse it and reached for his glass without taking his eyes of the woman who blatantly enticed and allured. His shaft jerked eagerly at the sight. He brought the goblet to his lips, wine already poured and ready for his lips. He sipped lightly, allowing the amber liquid to fire first his tongue and then burn a scorching path down his throat. He sniffed. Satyrion, the aphrodisiac made of ragwort, had been infused into the wine. He placed the goblet back onto the table. He had no need for it. From the corner of his eye he glimpsed Sappho gulp down his own liquid. He did not hold that against him. The sight before them would parch the mouth of the strongest hot-blooded male. Yet he himself opted for the glass of clear crystal water.
Kyra purred but remained tall and proud as the slave girls lathered sweet-smelling soap onto washcloths. She was absolutely breathtaking as she stood wearing nothing but the black blindfold. The girls ran cloths over her body, tenderly rubbing in the soap. They were careful to avoid the private areas of her breasts and her thighs. Eris scowled. He wanted to see her being touched all over. As if sensing his wish, Kyra reached for the soap herself. She lathered it generously in both hands. Dropping the soap back into the water, she ran her hands caressingly over her breasts. Her hands covered her swollen orbs and pressed, squeezed, and kneaded. Eris swallowed as she slowly rolled each nipple between her thumbs and fingers. Sappho beside him gripped his goblet until his knuckles turned white.
Kyra arched her back as she ran her hands down the length of her middle. Finally, painstaking moments later, she reached the core of her womanhood. She cupped herself with her slippery hand and moved it in slow circular motions. Eris watched, captivated, as the girls continued the wash the stretch of her throat and length of her back. A shudder ran through her as she spread her wet folds of her pussy and dipped her finger into her crevice. Holding the way open with one hand, her massaging finger swirled around the very visible, tender bud. Eris felt his erection throb painfully. Sappho squashed the melon he had seized until the pulp and juices flowed between his clenched fingers. Kyra moaned as she spread her legs slightly and inserted her finger into her wet entrance fully.
Eris could hold himself back no more. He called out his instruction as he rose. “Rinse her.” His lance proudly pointed the way to his desire. He followed blindly. He reached her just as water came cascading over her head and shoulders. Another command echoed his as Sappho approached.
“Leave us.”
The girls scurried away.
Kyra halted them with words. “I will choose who shall enter my tight, hot pussy.” She licked her lips. “I shall taste which I prefer.”
Sappho and Eris both took a breast in their hands and fondled. Sappho impatiently pushed forward, stealing her lips in a hungry kiss. He pinched her nipples gently between his fingers. Kyra thrust her breasts fully into the caressing hands.
Eris admired her body as she received his brother’s kiss. He continued to tug and play with her aroused nipple. Finally she turned her face aside. It was his turn. His kiss was unhurried, light. With slow, steady swipes of his tongue along the seams of her mouth, he coaxed her lips into parting. Still he did not rush in. His tongue sank in patiently, exploring, caressing. His hands moved down and covered the tuft of curls at the junction of her thighs. She lurched as her arms snaked around his neck. She clung to him fiercely, leaning into his body, drowning in his kiss. The choice was made.
* * * *
Sappho eagerly moved around her, accepting her decree without argument. He caressed the dip of her back just where it greeted the gentle well of her ass. Yes! He did not mind this at all. His finger dipped into the tight crevice of her bottom, slick and wet with water, as he whispered in her ear, “You burn a fiery red here even though you are no korinna, no maid.” His hand looped around her ribs to grasp her breasts, kneading and rolling her taut, hard nipples. “You have a body of great kallos, beauty. It is made for the hands of a man.”
Kyra arched her body back, allowing him more access. “Then touch me as a man would.”
He kissed the side of her throat and nibbled at her ear lobe, peeking beneath the material as he pulled her back, supporting her weight against his chest. His tip of his cock glistened with dewy pre-cum droplets. He rubbed his hard length erotically at the slit at her bottom as his fingers spread her cheeks. Using his own juices to lubricate the tight hole of her ass, he inserted his thumb, gentling stretching her to accommodate the forthcoming impaling of his great size. She was easy to manipulate, highly receptive. Her anal channel grew moist and pliant fast, sucking on his digit as the muscles contracted greedily. It made her even tighter and sweetly inviting.
His guttural growl was all the warning he gave. In a deft move, he seated himself on the stair and pulled Kyra down onto his awaiting lap. Holding her weight up easily, controlling her, he placed the tip of his cock at her inviting entrance and fed his cock to her inch by delicious inch. His shaft pierced her tender opening from behind, impaling her but very, very slowly. Kyra screamed as she was torn apart. He stopped at regular intervals, sinking his nails into her spread ass cheeks as he forced down his urge to thrust into her brutally. The entire moist lining surrounding his cock squeezed at h
im ruthlessly, urging him on.
Finally he was submerged to the hilt. He paused long, luxuriating in her tight, hot channel. His hands moved to her hips, anchoring her, as she spread her legs, leveraging herself on arched, straining toes astride him.
* * * *
As Eris had drawn his lips away from her sweet mouth, energy and pride had strummed through him. She had chosen him. It would be his lance that would be welcomed within her womanly sheath.
Now that sheath lay spread and inviting to him. He dropped to his knees. “And a flame blossoms red here even though you are no parthenos, no virgin.” His breath fanned against the thatch of wet hair.
Kyra grunted out. “I blush with the heat of longing.”
He spread her nether lips with his fingers. He stroked the protruding, throbbing nub softly with his thumb. Watching her, he whispered, “Indeed you possess a jewel of kallos, beauty, and now I shall bestow upon it a doron, a gift.” He leaned forward and kissed the nub gently. “A gift of beauty—callidora.” His tongue slid along her clit, coaxing the sensitive folds apart like the petals of a blossoming flower.
Kyra pushed her hips forward with a gasp, forcing his extended, moist tongue to thrust hard. His lips closed over her hot nub. Teeth grated gently against the tender flesh as his tongue snaked its path deep within her hot love pocket. His tongue flicked and darted, tasting deeply and making her shriek in pleasure. She was held up tightly by Sappho’s constricting hands under Eris’s ruthless assault, and her juices flowed freely, hot and spicy. Eris drank of her release, relishing the musky scent and taste of her essence. Finally, when he had satiated his hunger, he rose.
Her hard, pebbled nipple was soft and velvet against his rough tongue. She lurched once again, eager for more decadent pleasuring. Sappho’s grip did not falter, clenching her limp body hard against his. Eris’s hands were free to gift her with more delights.
There was no need to rush within him. She would become his, with sweet strokes and sinful caresses. He suckled at her generously, while one hand plucked and tweaked at her other breast. His free hand went back to her dripping pussy. His two fingers were welcomed with a sucking kiss and he began to pump them gently. But he wanted to see her pleasure first. Around a mouthful of delicious nipple, he growled, “Fuck her ass.”
He drew back, leaving his fingers fully inserted in her pussy, to watch as Kyra writhed in pleasure. Her body arched and breasts bounced under her anal plundering from Sappho. Lightning-quick expressions flickered across her passion-drugged face. Her eyes remained a mystery, curtained from his view.
He grasped his cock firmly. His stiff lance showed its anticipation with an eager jerk as dewy moisture glistened on the proud head. Eris leaned over her and kissed her open mouth, swallowing her screams, feeding on her passion. He spread her legs wider as his fingers spread her moisture over her stretched pussy lips, ready and open for his lance. He hissed his pleasure in her mouth as his cock sank in to the hilt. She was tight, hot, and wet with welcome. “You like that? Now I’m going to fuck your pussy.”
Velvety folds quickly latched onto him, sucking him in farther with throbbing greed. He held still, allowing the motion from behind her, the energetic thrusts of Sappho, to rock her hard against his erection.
He savored the squeeze and release of her muscles around his rock-hard shaft. He was not ready to surrender yet. With that single thrust, he bit down on his lip and remained motionless, allowing her to luxuriate on the feeling of his brother’s erection. He watched the pleasure contort the features of her face and reveled in her cries of ecstasy. He allowed her the freedom she craved, to float on the tide of eroticism, her body the release it hungered, to fly in abandonment. When she finally stilled with shuddering jerks and uncontrolled tremors, he shifted.
* * * *
From Eris’s first thrust in her stretched snatch, Kyra screamed her delight. She was filled, complete. She was stretched, torn. They moved in her as one, thrusting together, retreating together. Kyra soared as her body lay imprisoned, sandwiched between two hard bodies. Their muscles clenched and corded against her softness. Having no vision, her other senses flared. They were glorious bodies of merciless steel, lusty, prodding cocks and groping hands and feasting mouths. Their lips, tongues, and teeth teased at her back and laved at her breasts. Their harsh, ragged breaths fanned against her heated flesh. Her legs entwined around the hips of the lance pounding from the front, opening her fully to accept the assault from behind. Reality was lost as their bodies strained and meshed against hers. Their open, wet kisses and their thrusts became faster and more desperate, losing all rhythm and finesse. It became a race toward an end each felt a selfish, ravenous craving for deep in their souls.
Between one thrust and a quick retreat, the shaft in her anus swelled and became rock hard. Her muscles clenched in response, squeezing shut and sucking at the first evidence the hot juices. Kyra screamed as the heated spurts flooded and overflowed, coating her ass cheeks in creamy sleekness. The plunges continued, savagely, noisily, and hungrily. She pressed her bottom down, draining every last drop lustily. She shouted again as the ruthless cock rammed into her, slapping thighs against her buttocks, spilling hot seed with each vigorous lunge. The walls of her womb squeezed. She wanted to again experience this explosion of pleasure.
A whirlpool of heightened awareness called for her as dizzying dots flashed and danced beneath her eye covering. She surrendered to the merciless cock in her anus, allowing the bliss to overflow from every pore of her body. She gave herself over to her masterful lovers, her fierce gladiators.
The cock at her pussy flexed. His tip became engorged, and at the very last second, her hair was grabbed in a tender hold and her face was forced up. The blindfold was ripped away. She had no time to blink. The question in the face, in the dazzling eyes hovering over her was fierce, demanding an answer. Her eyes widened in recognition. Her answer came without hesitation. Her soft whisper drummed through her body as loud as the roar of thunder. “Eris.”
He hissed his satisfaction. His loins began to pump once again, slowly at first. Her body reacted swiftly, uncontrollably. He stroked the dying embers of her previous orgasms. The fire ignited into a blazing inferno within the very pit of her womb. Shards of erratic, buzzing tension coursed through her. Her opening wept in pleasure and need.
Her release came in tune and time with his. A wondrous bright light burst open, beckoning to her. She soared. Hot fluid shot into her, searing and scorching her, filling her. Kyra’s inner muscles milked lustily at each drop of his precious squirts. She fed him back generously with thick, creamy moisture flooding from her dripping pussy. Together they offered their juices, coating each other.
As her quivers began to subside, Kyra opened her eyes. She gasped. Her hazy vision cleared immediately. Her body lost its relaxed repletion and stiffened in panic. Eris’s pupils had changed. Narrow slits of emerald green stared back at her. Fangs extended from beneath his tightly clenched lips. The sight frightened her. It excited her. Her body suddenly burst forth its final release, powerful and complete.
Her body was enveloped in a crushing grip, entwined around and around by an unyielding, constricting band. The air squeezed out of her lungs even as her body continued its gushing of her glorious release. The last thing she remembered before sinking her nails into the smooth reptile skin that now held her imprisoned and giving in to the darkness calling out to her was Sappho scrambling away from with a shout.
“Eris, no. To fidi e’chei afxithei. The snake has risen.”
The sting of two lethal fangs sank deep into the side of her neck. She succumbed to the welcoming darkness.
Chapter 3:
SAGA Treis
Cold water gushed over his head and face in a horrendous frozen torrent. Eris tossed his drenched head on his pillow, away from the attack, with a savage roar. He came up spluttering and spitting mad. He grabbed the source of the unwanted disturbance to his sleep. The pail in the slave boy’s hand dropped with a lou
d clank. Eris shook the wide-eyed youth. “What in Hades are you about, boy? I could break your fragile neck with a flick of my wrist.” His hand around the sputtering youth’s neck tightened. Eris shook him in frustration. The boy gestured nonsensically, soundlessly. His special disability was favored in the palace—“the ears with no tongue.” He must be a mute. Eris sighed and tossed him aside. As the boy scrambled to his feet, a voice warned him of a second presence in his chamber.
“Two fractured ribs, a sprained wrist, strained larynx, countless bruises and tissue damage—and the tainted poisoning of a viper,” the voice drawled with deceptive calmness.
Eris lost all interest in the boy, who saw his only chance for escape and took it. Eris recognized the lethal undertones of the carefully moderated voice. The tip of the sting upon his snake burned to high Hades. Eris stroked it absently as he called out, “What are you going on about, brother?”
Sappho continued to languish on the cushion in the darkened corner. The drapes were drawn, shutting out the bright morning sun. His tone was one of disgust. “Those are the trademarks left by your unguarded ardor.”
Eris studied Sappho through narrowed eyes, shielding a pounding head. “You appear to be just fine.”
Sappho launched himself up in anger. He hissed, “You know well I speak not of me.”
Eris scowled at his brother. His head ached, and his body felt sluggish and drained. He focused his mind on the activities of the previous night. He recalled rejecting the drugged wine. This was not a result of intoxication. Suddenly his mind called forth an image. It was an image of splendid creamy skin exposed beneath the loving touch of shimmering candle lights. His tongue recalled the taste of her, his hands remembered the pure satin feel of her skin. Her scent, freshly bathed in rose petals, still lingered in his nostrils, intermingled with the undeniable muskiness of a through lovemaking session. His lance hardened and protruded of its own accord.
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