Satisfied At Last (Mythology Erotic Romance): Part Twelve of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Read Online Free

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