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

apples,” she said. “I saw you there.”
    “Mmmm,” he said, rutting hard against her, rubbing his dick between her cheeks. She thought she must have soaked through her thin linen dress by then. Surely he could feel that.
    “Strange thing for a king to do,” she went on. “Even after I volunteered to fuck all your guards for you.”
    “They talk,” he said. Abruptly, he released her arms and she lowered them to her sides. As soon as she did he grabbed her by the hips, pulled her to him until she was standing, and then grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so her throat was exposed. With his other hand he touched one breast and then the other, through her thin linen dress, her back uncomfortably arched.
    “Tell me your favorite,” he whispered. With his free hand he drew circles around one nipple, the other hand still tight around her hair.
    Klea was breathing hard, half from arousal and half from being yanked around like this. She swallowed and licked her lips.
    “The stables,” she said.
    “Ahh,” he said.
    “There were these two river gods,” she said. “These two beautiful men, like they were cut from marble or something.”
    “Two of them.”
    “I was napping on a rock in the sun, trying to avoid shoveling,” she said, closing her eyes as the hand made its way around her nipples. It stroked down her belly. “Next thing I know, these two beautiful men are in front of me, flirting, and in a few minutes I’m making out with both of them, right there outside, in public.”
    “Then?”
    Klea shifted her hips forward a little, hoping he’d move his hand down and relieve some of her pressure. “I got on my knees and start sucking them both off,” she said. “They had wonderful cocks, long and hard and thick. They even tasted delicious. Then one of them got behind me, on his knees, and he fucked me from behind while I sucked on the other one.”
    “They come?”
    “More than once,” she said. She licked her lips again. More than anything she wanted for him to reach down, touch her cunt and relieve her; maybe bend her back over the bed and take her, hard, his beautiful cock slamming into her, filling her up.
    Instead, his light touch went on tormenting her.
    “After that they both fucked me at once,” she said. “One in my cunt and one in my ass. I thought I might explode, it felt so good. I love having that much cock in me. I just came and came and came and thought I might never stop coming.”
    He pulled her hair back and she bumped into him, his long, hard cock poking at her lower back.
    “I do love a good cock,” she said.
    Instead of turning her around or putting her on the bed, the king pulled her hair down, not stopping until Klea was on her knees, next to the bed. He let go of her hair and Klea heard fabric hitting the ground with a loud whomp , and then he stepped in front of her, put his hands around her throat, softly, both thumbs on her windpipe.
    “Show me,” he said.
    Kneeling in front of him, Klea eagerly took the head of his cock right into her mouth, sucking on it hard, moving her head back and forth down the shaft. His hands were on her throat but not tight enough that she couldn’t breathe, just enough that she knew they were there. She moved her head back, taking the cock almost all the way out, then pulled it into her mouth, to the back of her mouth, pushing and swallowing, finally feeling the head pop through and into her throat.
    She was rewarded with a long, low moan, and the king thrusting himself further down her throat, pushing past his thumbs on the outside. He stayed like that, pushing shallowly in and out of her throat, until she thought she might pass out from not breathing and then he pulled out.
    Klea gasped for air.
    “You know my favorite?” the king asked. Klea took a deep breath and pushed her mouth onto his cock again, wanting to taste him, to feel him fucking her. “It was — oh, that’s right, swallow my cock — it was the half-giant you fucked