Insatiable (Rough Bondage & Voyeurism) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 8) (3 page)

“You’re Diomedes,” she said. There couldn’t be more than one man around here who’d been borne of the war god and a giantess.

“You’re Heraklea,” he said, walking toward her. “I’ve heard about you.”

Then, he grabbed her by the throat, hard but not hard enough to choke her, and lifted. Like this he walked her, she on tiptoes, both hands grasping at his enormous one, to the stone railing of the balcony where she’d watched her guards get fucked. With his other hand he swept it clear, then laid her across it.

“I’ve heard you like it rough,” he said.

His hand still around her throat, Klea couldn’t respond. With his other hand, he forced her knees apart, pushed his hips between them, and then pushed his hand up under her armored skirt. Two huge fingers thrust into her cunt, and Klea gasped, despite the hand still at her throat.

“I see you enjoyed the show down there,” he said. “Well, I intend to make you work for it.”

Keeping the fingers in her cunt, he let go of her throat and Klea took a deep breath. She wondered if she’d have a bruise the next day, and she began to move but the fingers in her cunt widened, finding the point between pain and pleasure.

“Not yet,” the man said. He rummaged around on the floor and came up with a large bronze collar attached to the wall by a chain, exactly like the ones the women below wore, and then placed it around Klea’s neck. Then he took his hand from her cunt.

“I like it rough, too,” he said. Klea looked at the linen around his waist and saw that it was beginning to bend outward. “Take off your skirt and bend over.”

It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, but besides, those words had been the start of something good before. Trying to hide her eagerness, she bent over the railing, ass out, and waited. She had a great view of the balcony below, where the women were all gyrating in front of the two guards, who looked totally exhausted.
 

Diomedes grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against himself, his tiny linen skirt still on, rubbing it in her wetness, his shaft rubbing between her legs.

“Oooh,” she said. “I see you’re excited too.”

Suddenly, the rubbing stopped and he grabbed her hair with one hand, pulled her head back. She couldn’t make a noise, and he leaned his entire height over the table to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t talk,” he said. He spat the words at her, then pushed her head to the table and began rubbing his cock along her again. “I already know you want it, you wanton minx.”

With that he stepped away, to one side. Klea tried to look over but couldn’t quite see what he was doing, until she felt a hard slap, square on one ass cheek.

“Ow!” she said, lifting her torso off the table.

Diomedes grabbed one arm and twisted it up behind her back, pushing her down onto the wide stone railing, and landed another solid smack on her ass. Klea bit her lip and said nothing, even though the second one had stung even more acutely than the first.

“Good girls,” he said, and smacked her ass, “should be barely heard.”
Smack
.

Klea’s ass had begun to burn, like it was on fire. She was still bent over, feeling incredibly exposed, like it was possible for anyone to just walk up and spank her as well. Some of his strikes grazed her pussy lips, just barely, a tingling sensation that felt like electricity humming through her.

Smack
. His grip on her wrist tightened, and it was all Klea could do not to tell him off, biting her lip and trying her best not to whimper.
Smack.
She was sure her whole backside was red, and as the spanking continued, she was sure the redness had moved out to her thighs, her lower back.
Smack.
Her pussy alternated between a tingling sensation like sparks running through it, and the hollow, wet ache of lust.

Below in the courtyard, the women were helping both men to their feet, still gyrating, still touching themselves as each other, cartoonish bosoms thrust outward and upward, the men half-erect and tired.

Diomedes released her arm and Klea shook it out, trying to get the numbness out of her had. It wasn’t injured, but it wasn’t pleasant, but the Diomedes took her by the collar again and forced her across the table that was on the terrace, face up, looking at the bright sunny sky, and then at Diomedes’ torso from crotch level. He took her by the armpits and dragged her so her head was just hanging off the table.

I know what’s about to happen
, Klea thought, and tried to relax.

The battering ram of his cock poked at her mouth, upside-down, and Klea opened slowly, trying to prepare herself for the monster, but he pushed in to the back of her throat and then pulled out again, in and out.

“I know you can do better than that, harlot,” he said. He ran one finger along her throat. “Can’t you?”

Klea took a deep breath through her nose and opened her throat as Diomedes’ cock came ramming back in, stopping again at the back of her throat but this time he kept pressing against it, moving back and forth in her mouth. She felt her body jerk as he hit her gag reflex but forced herself to relax, the head of his cock poking at her throat and finally he slid down. He put a hand on her throat as he pushed even further, Klea’s jaw aching. He paused a moment as her nose hit his balls, and then and he pulled back out.

“That’s what I like in a girl,” he said, seemingly to himself, as he throatfucked her again, pushing at the back of her throat for less time now before it opened for him. He still had that one hand on her throat and seemed particularly pleased when he felt it bulge outward with his thickness, moving it back and forth in her throat before letting her come up for air. Klea hadn’t deep throated anyone in a while, but Diomedes had a beautiful cock, shapely as well as large, and he moaned beatifully as she pleasured him. Her ass still tingled, and listening to him get more and more excited made her even wettter. She reached down and began pleasuring herself, right there on the table in front of him.

Klea’s eyes began to water and the spit ran down her face, into her hair a little bit as Diomedes pushed his cock back in, groaned loudly as he thrust shallowly in her throat. Every time, just as she thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out so she could take a breath.

“Turn around,” he finally said when he pulled out. Klea dragged her chain around, facing away from him, reddened ass high in the air. He ran his fingers over her as if inspecting her, lightly touching her lips, her clit, her asshole, as though she were a horse and he were considering a purchase.

Then, suddenly, he pulled up on the chain around her neck, dragging her to him, and he pushed her down onto the ground, face-first, catching one arm behind her back and twisting it up. He forced her knees apart with his own, grabbed her ass with his other hand, and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Klea was practically gushing with juices, held motionless on the ground by this giant man with a perfect cock, obviously just moments from fucking her brains out. He nudged at her opening, then stopped.

“Good girls say please,” he said.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“With...”

“Please fuck me hard with your big cock,” she said. “God, I want it.”

With that Diomedes slammed into her, driving her hips into the pavement, rendering Klea breathless as she moaned into the flagstones. She felt as though he were penetrating practically to her belly, as though she were being split in half, skewered. He pulled back and thrust again, even harder this time, her body crushed between him and the floor. With every thrust he jerked her arm a little, sending tiny shooting pains through her body that met with the bolts of pleasure and made an exquisite sensation Klea couldn’t quite name.

He fucked her again and again, grinding Klea into the floor as he did. The point of her hips and shoulders were raw, her knees bruised as she tried to arch upward into him. His cock filled her perfectly, almost overfilled her, and even with her face in the cobblestones, she felt a familiar force gather in her cunt, ready to be fucked out of her.

From the courtyard below, she heard wild moans of pleasure, women’s moans, almost a wail.
 

“You’ve got a nice cunt for a harlot,” Diomedes said.

“You’ve got a nice cock for a domineering asshole,” said Klea. At that he twisted her arm up even further, pulling her torso up off the stone floor, and drove his cock as deeply as he could, scraping her hips and knees forward.

Klea cried out, the mix of sensations pulling her close, and at her cry he plowed her again, with even more force, and then one last time and Klea felt everything in her body break loose as she trembled with her orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her head, her body jerking and going slack. It seemed to radiate out and through her, starting in her cunt and traveling through her bones to her pain points, her arm and her neck and her knees where they scraped the stones.

Finally she went slack, embracing the cold floor, and Diomedes, still hard, pulled out. Too exhausted to look up, she heard him grunt and felt a hot, sticky splatter on her back. He wiped the tip of his dick on one ass cheek, and then he stood.

As he neared the door and Klea laid on the floor, spent, there was a small tinkle as something metal landed in front of her face. A little bronze key.

“Show yourself out,” he said, and he opened the door.

“Wait,” Klea said.

He paused, one foot on the threshold.

“What will happen to the men?”

He snorted. “I think the mares have taken care of them.”

Klea said nothing but looked at him. “You mean sex?”

“The king didn’t tell you they’re maneaters?”

“He did.”

“Well, unless they’re particularly sturdy specimens, the girls are gonna fuck them to death. Sounds like they’re on about round three if I’m not wrong.”

Klea stood, key in her hand, thinking. Diomedes turned his head, ready to go again, when she stopped him.

“Wait,” she said, looking over the balcony, trying to think of a last-minute ruse to get him to help her. He was right: the two men were lying prone on the ground, not moving, as the women bounced up and down on their cocks. “Is he supposed to be down there?”

No way he’s going to fall for that,
she thought.

Diomedes came up to the balcony and looked over. “Who?”

“Right down there,” she said, praying. “Right up against the wall.”

Slowly, he leaned over, just like she’d hoped. He went up on his tiptoes, and just as he began to say something, Klea squatted, grabbed his knees, and lifted with every ounce of strength she had in her. His torso acted as a counterweight and Diomedes went right over the stone railing, falling to the courtyard below.

“HEY!” she heard him bellow, and peeked over. “HEY!!” he shouted again, and then the three women saw him and rose from the half-dead guards. Giggling and cooing, they closed in.

Klea took the key, unlocked her collar, jumped back into her skirt and ran downstairs, praying that she remembered how to get to the room the guards had been in. She opened door after door on the long hallway until, finally, she recognized two beds and a far door. She opened that door, too. It led onto the courtyard.

“Hey!” she shouted. The guards, still on the ground, looked up. “Come on!” she said.

Slowly, they got up. The women didn’t seem to notice and Diomedes’ eyes were rolling back in his head as two of them licked his long cock like a lollipop.

“Hurry up,” she hissed. They start jogging, and finally, they were in the room. She slammed the door.

In the end, once Diomedes was taken care of, Klea waited until the women turned back into horses and loaded them onto a cart, taking them back to the king. She wondered what he was going to do with them—she’d not seen any evidence that he was the kind of man who could handle three insatiable women like this, but then again, she didn’t know his life.

As they parted ways in the palace, the guards turned to her.

“Thank you, ma’am,” the brunet said.

“Do you want to have a drink or something?” she said. This was the most she’d gotten out of any guard since she’d gotten there, and she might as well try and make the most of it.

“No thank you,” he said politely. “We’ve got to report to the king.”

She raised one eyebrow. “One everything?”

“On everything,” he said. He and the blond guard exchanged looks.

“The king likes very thorough reports,” the blond said. “Very thorough.”

“I see,” said Klea. “Well, good night.”

Very thorough reports. Eurystheus, she thought, you get stranger and stranger.

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The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea
is a gender-swapped retelling of the Hercules myth. It's got dirty sex, nasty monsters, and a very horny protagonist — and the whole thing is FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

Prelude: Olympian Pleasure
(First Time)

Part One: Bruises in the Morning
(Rough Shifter Sex)

Part Two: Legend of the Hydra
(An FMF Monster Threesome)

Part Three: Bound and Blind
(BDSM)

Part Four: The Centaurs and the False Maiden
(An MFMM Monster Gangbang)

Part Five: In Among the Gods
(An MMF Bisexual Threesome)

Part Six: Two Hundred Eyes
(An Exhibitionist Gangbang)

Part Seven: The Queen in the Labyrinth
(A FemDom Gangbang)

Part Eight: Insatiable
(Rough Monster Sex)

Part Nine: Pleasing her Majesty
(An FFF Lesbian Threesome)

Part Ten: The Monstrous Coupling
(Monster Sex)

Part Eleven: Letting the King Watch
(Exhibitionism / Voyeurism)

Part Twelve: Satisfied at Last
(Rough Sex)

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