By Ronan
Part 5
Hands. Stroking his cock, playing with his balls. Theia's hands driving him wild with desire. He tried to grab her, to end the delicious torment by burying himself in her but he couldn't move. He was tied to the bed; hands and legs bound tightly. He was a feast spread for her enjoyment.
He moaned as her hot breath tickled his shaft. Theia laughed. "You liked that?" She blew softly across the head of his cock and he bucked wildly.
"Please," he begged hoarsely.
Theia laughed again. "Show me how much you want me," she commanded as she moved to straddle his face. He knew what she wanted, how he was supposed to please her, to earn his reward. He buried his face in her cunt and began to lick and suck at her clit. Her hot juices flowed over his chin and he reveled in the taste of her, the musky smell.
This was where he belonged. He belonged to her, body and soul. He would do anything to please her. He felt her hands playing with his nipples, pinching, squeezing. Each twist sending a bolt of fire straight to his aching cock. He redoubled his efforts to please. If he pleased her enough, maybe she would reward him by letting him come.
He licked at her opening, then stuck his tongue in as far as it would go. He was rewarded with the sound of her moan of pleasure. He began to thrust with his tongue, increasing the pace until at last he felt her body clench as her climax broke over her. He continued to lick and suck at her clit as she writhed in ecstasy. Then her hot mouth closed over his shaft and he was lost, pleasure sweeping over him in unbearable waves as he came and came and came
Iolaus moaned, twisting and turning in his sleep, fighting to break free of the dream. It wasn't right
"Let me pleasure you, master," Theia's voice was a seductive whisper as she knelt between his legs.
Iolaus sat back in his chair, smiling at his slave. "You know the price if you fail."
Theia nodded, her dark hair falling across her naked breasts. Oh yes, she knew the price of failure, he smiled, but still she would try. He felt her hands undo the fastenings of his pants, then she carefully drew his flaccid penis out and began to stroke it. She smiled as it responded to her. He wondered which it would be this time as she took his swollen shaft into his mouth and began to suck. Would she earn the reward she sought, or would he have the task of punishing her for failure? Either way, he would it enjoy it immensely.
He forced himself to lean back and relax as she put her talented mouth to work. He felt her tongue exploring the slit at the tip, her hands playing with his balls. She dragged a fingernail lightly up the underside of his cock and he had to fight to control his reaction. She just might succeed this time, he acknowledged to himself.
Another wave of pleasure washed through him as she enveloped his aching shaft in her mouth again. His hands clenched on the chair arms as he resisted the urge to thrust. He watched her dark head bobbing in his lap as she worked her magic on him. He felt the light scrape of her teeth as she slowly raised her head, then she lowered her head again this time taking him fully into her. He felt the muscles in her throat squeezing him as she swallowed and swallowed. With a groan, he gave her what she wanted. Grasping her hair, he held her head still as he began to thrust brutally into her mouth.
"No!" Iolaus moaned. "No, no, no " With all his might, he struggled break free, to drag himself back to consciousness. The dream was wrong It wasn't real It wasn't him
Theia smiled at him, dark eyes wide with passion. "Make love to me, Iolaus," she whispered. "Please?"
He took her into his arms and slowly lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, tentative, a mutual exploration. Her lips parted under his, inviting him to explore the moist cavity beyond. She moaned into his mouth, her hands caressing his back, his shoulders, then slipping lower to cup his buttocks as she pressed her body against him.
He rolled her onto her back, his body pressing hers down. His aching erection trapped between their bodies. His mouth left her lips and he nibbled his way down her neck to the inviting peaks of her breasts. "Yes," she whimpered as he drew a circle around the stiffened nipple. "Please, more " His mouth closed around the tight bud, teeth closing gently. He sucked hard, drawing it between his teeth, tongue flicking across the tip.
Theia moaned and writhed wildly beneath him. Her hand made its way between their bodies to touch his throbbing shaft. He shifted slightly, giving her better access as she began to stroke his swollen manhood. He shuddered as she lightly drew her fingers up his cock, then gently pinched the tip.
Moaning, his free hand wandered up her thigh, caressing each inch of skin until it finally brushed her furry mound. Her legs parted, her body inviting his touch. His fingers parted the soft folds of her womanhood to dip into her hot, wet opening. She moaned, her body arching beneath him. "More " she begged.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, she drew his head up, her lips descended on his. They kissed, tongues dueling in a frenzy of passion. He felt her hand once more on his shaft as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Iolaus, I need you!" she panted. "Now, please!" She guided his throbbing manhood to her opening and he thrust himself into her welcoming depths. He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders as he began to pump his shaft into her, slowly increasing the pace. She urged him on with voice and body until at last they both cried out in ecstasy.
The shuddering climax woke Iolaus. For a long moment, he stood blinking in confusion, still dazed by the emotions of the dream. He didn't know where he was or how he had gotten there. As his mind gradually cleared, he realized in horror that he was standing in the entrance to Theia's room.
The light from a full moon clearly showed him the girl asleep in the bed. Her dark hair spread across the pillows, soft lips parted slightly. Her full breasts, barely covered by the thin sheet, rising and falling with every breath she took. Moonlight bathed her skin in a pearly glow. His breath caught as he realized she was naked. He felt an overwhelming desire to go to her, wake her from her slumber and repeat the events of his dream with her.
Shaking from the force of the desire coursing through him, he turned away. It was a dream, it wasn't real, he reminded himself. He couldn't, he wouldn't force himself on her. Blindly he stumbled back to his room, his engorged cock throbbing with each step. Once there, he huddled on his bed fighting an increasingly difficult battle with sleep. The first rays of morning had crept into the room when he lost the battle.
Noise from the main room woke Iolaus later that day. He lifted his head, cringing as a shaft of pain shot through it. Theia's voice singing softly reached him and he groaned, a feeling of dread welling up within him as the memories of his last dream filtered through his mind. His head throbbed providing a distraction. He groaned again.
"Iolaus?" Theia called from beyond the door. "Are you all right?"
He rolled over and sat up. His head throbbed again.
"Iolaus?" He could hear the concern in Theia's voice.
"I'm fine," he forced himself to answer. "I'll be out in a bit."
"I'll have breakfast waiting for you," she called back.
He heard her move away from the door, then the sounds of dishes being set out. There was a bowl of water on a small table near the bed and he cleaned himself up as best he could from it. He needed to shave as well, Iolaus realized. The pounding in his head was making it hard to see so he decided to skip it. 'Probably slit my throat if I tried,' he thought ruefully.
Finally, as ready as he was going to get, he opened the door and left his room. The smell of food greeted him and his stomach lurched. He managed to fight back his nausea and stumbled to the table where he collapsed into a seat. He covered his face with his hands and waited for his head to stop trying to split itself open.
Iolaus felt a gentle hand brush his forehead and lowered his hands from his face. Theia was staring at him in concern. "You're ill," she stated worriedly.
He started to shake his head but stopped quickly, wincing. "No, really, I'm fine," he told her. He saw the disbelief in her face. "I just have a bad headache," he finally admitted.
"Oh." He saw some of the worry leave her face, then she got a distracted look. "I thought I saw " her voice trailed off of as she went to the cupboards and started searching for something while he watched. "Found it!" she exclaimed.
"Found what?" Curiosity warred with the pain in his head.
"Powdered willow bark." She smiled at him. "It will get rid of that headache for you."
"I didn't know I had any of that," he mumbled.
Theia shrugged and carefully measured some of the powder into a cup which she then filled with warm water. "I found it when I was looking for spices," she told him. She brought the cup to him. "Drink that as quickly as you can," she ordered.
Iolaus wrinkled his nose at the smell. Taking a deep breath, he gulped the concoction down as fast as he could. He hoped it would settle his stomach as well as taking care of the headache. He rested his head in his hands once more, willing the medicine to work quickly, as Theia took the cup away.
He heard her moving around the room and wondered what she was doing. Gradually his stomach settled and the pounding in his head faded to a dull roar. He lifted his head and immediately spotted a large basket on the other end of the table. He blinked, wondering what it was doing there. As he watched, Theia placed a loaf of bread inside, then covered the whole thing with a cloth. "What's that?" he asked curiously.
"A picnic," she replied. "Hercules told me that you were supposed to rest today, so I thought we could have a picnic."
Iolaus stared at her. 'A picnic. Alone with her,' he thought. 'Oh no ' Panic welled up. 'I can't '
Theia must have seen his reluctance. She sat down across from him and gently took his hand. "Iolaus, you're exhausted. Hercules has seen it. I've seen it. Please, you need to relax." At the touch of her hand, Iolaus felt his worry melt away. He could do this. He could control himself. "Please?" she asked again, a wistful smile lighting her face. "It will be fun." Iolaus found himself nodding agreement. He couldn't resist her.
Iolaus led the way to the nearby lake, the picnic basket in one hand, his fishing pole in the other. The bright spring day was perfect; warm without the promise of heat later in the day; a cloudless blue sky stretched as far as the eye could see. He was already starting to feel better. Theia giggled and made faces in response to his jokes and he kept telling them just to hear her laugh. Her brown eyes sparkled with delight as he showed her his favorite fishing spot. "It's beautiful, Iolaus," she told him.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his body aching at the sight she presented. Theia stared at him. Her eyes wide with startlement and (dared he hope?) something more. Blushing, she turned away and began to spread out the blanket she carried. An awkward silence fell between them.
"You, uh, ever been fishing?" Iolaus asked finally.
Theia looked up. "N-no." She shook her head. "At least, I don't think so."
Iolaus grinned. "It's fun," he told her. "Want me to teach you?" Theia smiled back, nodding.
Iolaus stretched lazily, keeping one eye on his line. The fishing lesson had turned out to be a disaster in more ways than one. He grinned to himself as he thought of the expression on Theia's face when he'd shown her the worms he used for bait. The lesson had gone downhill from there.
Theia hadn't been able to bring herself to touch the bait, so he'd done it for her. When he tried to show her how to throw the line out, it had ended up caught in a bush. After he'd finally gotten it untangled, they'd tried again. This time she'd managed to get the line into the water but somehow her hair had gotten caught in the reel. By the time he'd gotten her free she'd laughingly handed him the pole, informing him that it was obvious she wasn't meant to fish.
At that point Iolaus figured it was probably a good thing they didn't continue. Having her in his arms, her hair brushing his face, had been testing the limits of his self control. With her seated on the blanket behind him, it was much easier to convince his body to ignore her. He'd finally found himself relaxing in the comfortable silence that had descended then. Occasionally he heard her humming softly to herself; the sound soothing him.
"Iolaus?" He turned at the call. "Lunch is ready." Theia smiled at him.
He quickly reeled in his line and set the pole on the bank. "Great! I'm starved," he told her, grinning.
"I'm not surprised," she smiled back. "You skipped breakfast."
He settled himself on the blanket next to her. "Guess I'll make up for it now," he giggled.
Theia filled a plate and passed it to him, laughing as he dove in. "I'm glad to see you're appetite is back." Iolaus smiled but didn't answer, his mouth was full.
As they ate, Theia began to ask questions about his life. Iolaus happily told her tales of his adventures with Hercules. As she giggled at some of his more outrageous exaggerations, he found himself deliberately choosing stories that would make her laugh.
Iolaus finished his latest story at the same time he finished his meal. He set down his plate and leaned back. He hadn't felt this relaxed in days. He watched lazily as Theia cleared the remains of their lunch, setting the basket to one side. A yawn caught him unaware. He looked up to find Theia staring at him in concern. "Why don't you take a nap?" she suggested. "There's plenty of time before we have to head back."
For a long moment he hesitated. What if he had another dream? What if ? Theia touched his arm. "You need to rest," she told him softly. Once again, his nebulous fears vanished at her touch. Without thinking about it, he laid his head in her lap and closed his eyes. He heard her gasp and looked up to see surprise on her face. Iolaus realized what he'd done. Apologizing profusely, he started to move away. "Shhh," she soothed. "It's all right, I was just startled." Still a bit embarrassed, Iolaus tried to protest but she wouldn't listen. He finally allowed her to pull his head back down. Her sweet scent wrapped around him as he closed his eyes. He felt her hand lightly stroking his hair as he gave in to sleep.
CRASH!
A delicate vase hit the wall and shattered. Aphrodite was in a rare rage.
"How dare she!" the goddess shouted.
"B-but mistress, she is the queen of the gods," on the goddess' attendants pointed out nervously.
"I don't care if she's the Queen of Sheba!" Aphrodite raged. "Love is my department!" She swept a small figurine from a nearby table and threw it at the wall. "Ooooooo, she makes me so angry!" Her gaze swept the room, looking for something else to throw. "I can't let her get away with this!"
"W-what can you do, mistress? You can't defy her," the attendant stated hestitantly.
Aphrodite's eyes lit on a small object nearly hidden on a shelf. Her rage increased at the sight of it. Another instance of one of the other goddesses interfering. For a moment she was tempted to destroy it as well. Then an idea occurred to her. She picked up the object and studied it. 'So I can't defy Hera, huh?' A wicked, delighted grin lit her face as she told the attendant, "Watch me!" Then she vanished.
Iolaus picked Theia up and carried her into the house then gently set her on her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. Grinning broadly, he kissed the tip of her nose. "Welcome to your new home," he told her. He had waited so long for this day.
Theia laughed up at him. "I love you, Iolaus."
"I love you too." He captured her lips with a kiss. His arms tightened around her waist and he lifted her. He spun her around giddily until she broke the kiss, laughingly protesting that he was making her dizzy. Unwilling to let her go, he gathered her in his arms again and carried her into the bedroom before setting her once more on her feet.
He stared down at her, amazed that she was finally his. He gently kissed her forehead, then each eye before finally claiming her waiting mouth. His tongue brushed her lips and they parted for him, inviting his exploration of the moist cavern beyond. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pressed herself against him. His hands caressed her back, the gentle swell of her buttock. The feel of her against him was delicious, but he wanted more.
Reluctantly he left the intoxicating pleasure of her mouth to nibble his way down her neck. Her soft gasps of pleasure encouraged his explorations. He pulled back slightly, his hands fumbling with the lacing of her bodice. He raised his head to gaze into her eyes as he slowly slipped the material from her shoulders. Gods, she was beautiful.
He watched desire darken her eyes as he caressed her shoulders, then gently cupped her full breasts. She whimpered as his thumbs lightly brushed her turgid nipples. Her hands clutched his shoulders as he lowered his head to take one peak in his mouth. Reverently he kissed and suckled each breast in turn
Her hands plucked at his vest, pushing at it. He obliged her by quickly shrugging out of it and tossing it aside. He felt her hands caressing his back, exploring. He sucked in a breath as she traced the top of his pants, hands coming to rest on the fastenings. Desire was a rising tide within him. Each touch, every soft caress sent waves of pleasure straight to his throbbing manhood. He needed her.
His head dropped lower, kissing his way down her flat stomach. He dropped to his knees before her. He felt her legs tremble as he dipped his tongue into her belly button. Arms around her hips, he steadied her. Her fingers once more tangled in his hair, holding him against her. His fingers found the fastening of her skirt and quickly undid it. His eyes feasted on the sight revealed as her clothing fell away. Leaning forward, he kissed the dark hair that hid her womanhood.
"Iolaus." The longing in her breathless cry sent a fresh wave of desire sweeping through him. Rising to his feet, he gathered her in his arms and gently lowered her to the bed. Sitting beside her, he quickly removed his boots then stood to undo his pants. He suppressed a groan as his aching cock was finally freed from its confinement. "Iolaus!" She held her arms up to him and he went to her. This was where he belonged, where he wanted to spend the rest of his life.
Iolaus woke with a groan, desire a hot pulse in his veins. Other sensations flooded him. A cool breeze blowing softly across his skin, the feel of a soft body beneath him. Startled he opened his eyes. Theia's dark eyes met his. He panicked as he realized they were both naked. Shocked and horrified at what he was doing, he tried to pull away from her. "Theia, I "
"Shhh." She pulled his head back down to her, lips parting as she kissed him passionately. "Don't stop, please," she pleaded as he broke away from her. One hand reached down to grasp his shaft and began to stroke. "Please, Iolaus."
For a long moment he struggled with himself. This wasn't right He couldn't take advantage She bent her head and fastened her mouth on one of his nipples. He gasped as a pulse of desire went straight to his throbbing penis. He couldn't think Grasping her head, he pulled her away and stared down into her eyes. The desire he saw there reassured him. When she drew his head down again, he didnt try to resist. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. Then he was thrusting into her.
It was better than he had dreamed.
Iolaus lay on his back staring up into the tree above him. Theia's dark head rested on his shoulder, one leg thrown across him, a hand resting on his chest. He idly stroked her hair and back as he tried to come to terms with what had happened. Theia sighed and he looked down at her curiously as she raised her head. She met his gaze openly as she told him, "I'm not sorry this happened, Iolaus." She blushed and looked away as she continued, "I've wanted you to make love to me since that first day." Iolaus stared at her in shock as she sat up and turned away. "You probably think I'm terrible for that," she whispered as she hugged her knees to her chest.
"No!" he protested. "No, Theia." He quickly sat up beside her. Cupping her face in one hand, he gently forced her to face him. "No, Theia, look at me." As she slowly raised her eyes to meet his, he told her, "I've been dreaming about this for days now. I-I love you, Theia."
He saw surprise, followed by joy in her eyes. "You have? You do?" she asked breathlessly.
Smiling, he drew her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. They were both breathless by the time they broke apart. "Will you marry me, Theia?" Iolaus asked.
She drew away from him, eyes filled with despair. "How can I? We don't know anything about my past What if "
"Shhh, it doesn't matter," Iolaus soothed her. "Nothing matters except that I love you and you love me."
"Are you sure? I mean, is this what you want?" She was still doubtful.
"More than anything else in the world," he assured her. "Please, Theia, say you'll be my wife."
"Yes, oh yes, Iolaus."
Joy filled him as he drew her back into his arms and began to make love to her again.