Tangles and Temptation (7 page)

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 him 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.

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 loud 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.

Sappho watched him silently. The rising of Eris’s lance proved to be the charge in the atmosphere that ignited the docile volcano. Sappho charged without warning. His fist caught Eris in the face.

Eris, on the other hand, remained unaffectedly. He caught his brother’s fist as he prepared another attack and shouted, “Where is Kyra?”

Sappho answered with a powerful kick to Eris’s extended lance. That was to be a crippling blow. Eris doubled over in agony. A red haze of pain blinded him to all around him as he gasped for the precious air that had been squeezed out of his lungs. His lance, now flaccid, throbbed with excruciating pain, radiating in torment to every quarter of his being. He hissed breathlessly, “You injure a man’s most prized possession for no reason, brother.”

“I shall do more than injure your prized jewels, brother. Even now that jewel rears its disgusting head, stiff and beastly, after the destruction it has caused.” Sappho kicked at him again.

Eris ducked the blow purely on instinct. His mind was divided between the pain to his groin and trying to decipher the meaning behind Sappho’s words. For some reason he could not recall the closure of the night. He clearly recalled the many pleasurable moments they had shared, but when he tried to remember the final moments, his mind seemed to hit a stone wall. He dragged his ravaged body a safe distance away from the angered man before him. At least from the fatigue in his limbs and lightness in the sac sagging between his legs, he could safely ascertain he had at least reached climax. “Shall I assume you did not reach your climax to spit forth your seed last night? Is that the reason behind your surliness this morning?”

That was the wrong thing to say to an enraged, highly volatile man. Sappho grabbed the nearest article he could find. Unfortunately it was a prized writing table that Eris had taken months to procure. Equally unfortunate was the fact that atop it lay the magnificent crystal vase he had attained from the queen of another realm after a satisfying night of pleasuring. Both wood and crystal shattered. Eris winced as he watched the articles disintegrate beyond redemption. Sappho stepped onto the broken fragments. His sandals crunched as his footsteps grew threateningly closer. “It is
two days
past since that fate-less night. And the injuries I have listed are the suffering of an innocent at the hands of your beastly loss of control and lusty appetite—
Kyra.
”