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KALLIOPE'S AWAKENING:

Harem Masters #4

 

 

By

Nora Weaving

 

 

 

Kindle Edition

 

 

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PUBLISHED BY:

Infinite Muse Press on Amazon KDP

 

 

Kalliope's Awakening: Harem Masters #4

Copyright © 2013 by Nora Weaving

 

 

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.  The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

 

 

Adult Reading Material

The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

 

 

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KALLIOPE'S AWAKENING:

Harem Masters #4

 

 

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Kalliope cried out in pain as Spyro pushed her into her room.

“All day I have been thinking about how sweet it will be to fuck you,” Spyro hissed, grabbing her by the wrists and throwing her onto the bed.

“Please!” Kalliope cried out, “Not so rough.”

“But you like it rough,” Spyro whispered into her ear, as he pinned Kalliope to the bed and ran his hands over her exposed skin. “You look much more sophisticated now,” he murmured, his eyes roving over her hair and skin. “Not the same country peasant that first came to Hera Selene.”

“Please,” Kalliope begged, “I know you paid for me, and I know you are my client, but I’m begging you to be more gentle.”

Spyro let out a cold high laugh. “Maybe I would have been gentler if you had taken me the other night, but instead you ignored me.”

“I had another customer!”

“Sorry, love,” he breathed, tracing his finger along the outline of her throat.

Spyro shoved her dress up her hips, groaning with pleasure at the sight of her sweet crevice. He ran his fingers along her inner thighs, and then across her sex. Kalliope twisted her head away, unable to watch.

“Just as beautiful,” Spyro noted, wasting no time as he opened her and began rubbing her clit. Kalliope closed her eyes, not wanting to feel the pleasure, but she couldn’t help it; her body betrayed her.

Moaning softly, she writhed on the bed as Spyro’s expert fingers moved over her, touching her in all the right places and making her body sing. Once she was primed, Spyro slid two long fingers inside her opening, making Kalliope cry out with need.

“That’s right, Kalliope. I know deep down you love when I touch you.”

Kalliope tried to protest but it was in vain.

Spyro climbed on top of her, untied his thick woven belt, and then leaned across her slender body to bind her wrists tightly together.

“It’s too tight!” Kalliope gasped, as the rope dug painfully into her skin.

“Just right,” he whispered, moving back between her legs.

Spyro pulled his cloak off, and moved his massive, muscular, naked body between her legs. He pushed three fingers forcefully into Kalliope. She cried out in protest at the sudden invasion. Yet, against her will her body was already beginning to adapt. Spyro pushed his fingers in and out, and brought his mouth to her clit. Taking her nub between his lips, he sucked hard, making Kalliope scream out at the intense sensation.

Kalliope fought against her restraints, unable to control the moans of pleasure that were erupting from her body. Angry tears leaked out of her eyes and she hated that she was enjoying what Spyro was doing to her.

She longed for Damianos in every sense, she wished that he would burst in at any moment and save her from this terrible beast of a man.

As Spyro sucked her clit into his mouth, Kalliope felt the familiar lascivious feelings building deep within her body. She tried to resist her orgasm, but it was no use, and she came hard, crying and bucking out under Spyro’s forceful tongue and relentless hands.

Spyro gave her a moment to let her regain her breathing. He rose from the bed and stood over Kalliope, just watching her beautiful body as she lay there basking in the aftershock of the climax he had given her. Kalliope felt like trapped prey, laying there with his hulking frame standing over her. He took his thick, semi-hard cock into his hands and began stroking himself in long, languorous motions. A twisted smile played on his lips.

“I’d tell you to take off your clothes, but I don’t think that’s possible,” he sneered, referring to Kalliope’s restraints.

Kalliope gave him a dirty look, and she pulled again hopelessly at the ropes that were bound tight around her wrists.

“No matter,” he purred, moving onto the bed and straddling her hips. He unknotted her delicate belt and placed it on the bed, before sliding her peplos up over her body. Kalliope felt the cool air on her tummy and breasts. Without warning, Spyro’s mouth was sealed over her nipple, he sucked her sensitive breasts with painful roughness as if he longed for the milk inside.

Kalliope cried out in protest, writhing in pain, unable to fight back.

Spyro chuckled, pulling the peplos over her head, and leaving it in a clump at her wrists.

“That will do,” he decided.

He brought his mouth to Kalliope, kissing her softly.

“Kiss me back,” he growled.

Kalliope refused, letting her mouth hang open in protest.

Without warning, Spyro hit her hard, the cracking sound of his palm as it met her cheek echoed off the walls.

Kalliope shrieked in pain and terror, her tears were beginning to come again.

“Now kiss me!”

Through her tears, Kalliope kissed Spyro, moving her lips robotically against his, and letting his tongue explore her mouth. Spyro moved on from her lips, kissing down her neck and across each of her breasts. He moved further south, kissing along her navel and finally his lips grazed her sex.

The sensation was horrible and exquisite. Kalliope’s cry was one of pleasure and disgust, yet her thighs trembled from his hot breath and probing tongue. Spyro licked and sucked at her delicate folds, and finally, pushed his tongue deep within her slit.

“Take it,” he breathed into her sex, “Feel my tongue fucking you. You know you’re enjoying it.”

Kalliope cried out with pleasure. Before she knew what was happening, Spyro flipped her over onto her belly, and pulled her hips toward her face as he spread her legs.

Her strangled cry of surprise only made Spyro laugh, and her body stiffened as he buried his face between her ass. His tongue licked at her pussy, yet it kept moving higher until he was tracing circles on her ass. It felt so amazing, and Kalliope cried out in anger at her own sick pleasure.

Spyro continued to lick her, inching closer and closer to her forbidden entry. Kalliope froze when she felt him lick the puckered skin around her anus.

“No!” she begged.

Spyro ignored her, pushing his tongue into her anus, as his fingers pushed against her clit.

The sensation was illicit and sinful...Kalliope wished that it were Damianos who was exploring these nasty places on her body.

“And now for the main event,” came Spyro’s cold voice in her ear. Kalliope barely had time to think before Spyro was slipping his thick cock along her underside and into her pussy.

“Agh!” Kalliope cried out, feeling Spyro possess her. He cried out with lust, driving into her with the force of an animal. He leaned over her back, fucking her hard and furiously, his groaning loud and rough in her ear.

Kalliope focused on the emerald bracelet around her wrist, a gift from Damianos. She was desperate for Spyro to finish with her. She could hate herself later for enjoying Spyro’s sick fucking. She was so busy trying to ignore what was happening with Spyro that she didn’t realize that he had pulled out and was sliding his fingers in her juices and running them up to her anus.

“What are you doing?” she asked, feeling the panic rise within her.

Spyro said nothing, but continued to wet her behind. He moved his body against her backside, and pushed the tip of his swollen cock against her opening.

“No! Please don’t do this!”

“You’ll love it,” he promised, pushing himself in just a little bit.

The sensation was all-wrong and Kalliope tried to fight it, her muscles instinctively clenching.

“Relax,” he ordered, stroking her delicate skin.

Kalliope obeyed, she forced her body to relax, she knew it would be easier that way. Still Spyro pushed in further, giving her no time to adjust to the size of his immense member. There was so much pressure...Kalliope rocked on her knees, trying to absorb the uncomfortable feeling. She felt herself stretch and tighten and she cried out in pain. Spyro didn’t seem at all phased by her objections, and pushed in even deeper.

He slid carefully in and out, taking on a steady rhythm. Kalliope felt her body begin to loosen and relax around his cock. Spyro reached around, and began to rub her clitoris.

The sensation went from horrible and uncomfortable pain to amazing pleasure.

Kalliope knew that she wanted Spyro to stop, but it just felt so good that she moaned again and again. Spyro began to pump in fast, small strokes, and Kalliope knew that she wouldn’t be able to control herself again. The clitoral stimulation coupled with the taboo entry was going to send her over the edge.

Sure enough, she came again, crying out from the wildly intense orgasm. She shook, and moments later she felt Spyro grab her ass and explode within her. She could feel every jerk and spurt as he filled her with his hot semen. Her anal muscles clenched together, forcing Spyro and his fluids from her body.

Kalliope felt a wave of relief wash over her, she was grateful that the ordeal was over. Spyro pulled his arm back and brought his hand crashing down on her ass, a loud slapping sound filled the room as he made contact with her behind. She cried out in shock and pain, yet Spyro hit her again. While it may have been pleasurable before she reached her orgasm, it wasn’t now. Kalliope begged for Spyro to stop. He hit her again and again, before rolling her over on to her back.

Her head was dizzy with pain, and her backside stung as she rolled over onto the raw skin.

“I know you like it!” Spyro rasped. Even though he had ejaculated, he was still hard, and he easily pushed himself into Kalliope who was now slick with her own juices and his semen.

“I have another treat for you,” Spyro sneered and his hands circled Kalliope’s throat.

Kalliope screamed, pulling at her restraints, unable to stop Spyro. She could feel her air supply lessening and she was gripped with fear.

“Stop,” she wheezed.

“It intensifies everything, doesn’t it?” Spyro whispered.

Kalliope wanted to shake her head, but she was afraid to use the energy. She was beginning to see black spots, and she could hear the strangled noises coming from her throat.

Just when Kalliope thought she was going to pass out, Spyro pulled out of her and released her. Coughing and choking, Kalliope gulped for air, feeling the sobs building within her.

Spyro stood up slowly, not looking at her as he dressed in his cloak. Once he was dressed again, he reached mechanically over her and untied the rope from her wrists. Kalliope cried out with relief as she rubbed her bruised and cut wrists. Looking at her with cold and calculating eyes, Spyro fastened the rope around his waist.

“I don’t know who you think you are,” he hissed, “But someone needs to put you in your place.”

Kalliope blinked, still reeling from the experience and confused by Spyro’s words.

“You just showed up here and waltzed in with your pretty voice and dark curls. You think you’re special because so many men like you. You earned this fancy room in record time, and you have the most respected man in all of Athens at your feet.”

Kalliope was confused. Most respected? Who was Spyro referring to? Surely, not himself.

“You need a reminder of how this world really works,” Spyro hissed. “And you better watch yourself with Damianos. He may suddenly find his revered status in question if I let it slip that he’s smitten with a whore like you. He'll drop you in a second to protect his name.”

He
was
referring to Damianos.

Spyro tossed a bag of coins on the bed.

“Take care of your pretty little body,” he jeered, sauntering out of the room.

Once he was gone, Kalliope tucked herself into a ball, and cried, letting everything out.

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, but at some point Priska came in search of her. She heard Priska gasp and then she was beside her, cursing Spyro as she inspected Kalliope's body.

“Damianos is going to have my head,” she moaned to herself.

Harmonia showed up in the doorway.

“Quick! Get a man from the lobby. I need help!” Priska ordered. She gently sat Kalliope up and pulled her peplos down over her body.

“We’re going to get you to the healer.”

Shocked and reeling, Kalliope nodded. Moments later Orestes came barreling into the room.

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