WARNING: This story contains scenes of graphic sex between a man and a woman. If you are under 18 or if this is illegal where you live, please go away.
Disclaimer: Hercules and Iolaus belong to Universal Studios and Pacific Renaissance and no copyright infringement is intended. The author is just having fun.
Madame Leontion sat at her writing table and grinned. A few weeks ago, The Secret Society Of Saucy Wenches had met at her inn. It proved to be a wild week of bawdy fun, learning songs that would make Ares blush, and tales of a wondrous kind. They wove a tapestry of erotic stories all involving themselves and a short, muscular, "golden" as they all described him, handsome man. Iolaus was the name bantered about all week. Madame was so enthralled by the exploits of these women and the best friend of a demigod that she asked permission to write these down.
The Society agreed heartily as long as they got to have free copies of the scrolls. Thus began Madame Leontion's secret epic. The Continuing Saga of the Saucy Wench Tales.
Sylia's Story
Iolaus leaned back into the warm soapy water. He'd been hunting way too long this time. And while it filled him with joy to be out in the wilderness again with no monsters to slay, he also had begun to feel a bit ripe. The golden hunter had no wish to be called the moldy hunter, and so he relished the opportunity to slip into one of the rooms at the inn and into the bath provided by the innkeeper. He closed his eyes to think about this particular tavern wench who had supplied the hot water and wondered what other amenities could be awaiting him later in the night. He allowed a laugh to escape his lips before resuming his bath.
Iolaus lathered up his chest and arms with the creamy soap the wench had given him and allowed it's aromatic fragrance to dance across his form. As his chest became a combination lather and slick wetness, he began to feel a molten fire stoking deep within him. Even in the hot water, his errant thoughts were becoming evident. "Yep, spent way too long in the woods," he whispered. Quickly rinsing off his chest, Iolaus sighed when he began his cleansing below the surface of the water. When his hand slid across his golden orbs, this mighty warrior whimpered. Giving his hardening member a quick once over, he practically jumped from the tub. "I'm not going to waste myself in a tub of hot water. Not with the way....Okay, everyone down in front. I'm supposed to meet our buddy Herc in a bit. Don't want to prove his last accusation, do we boys?" Iolaus laughed at his heart-to-heart he was having with his....other lifelong companions. Herc's latest theory was that Iolaus had been suffering from a curse from either Cupid or Aphrodite. That he was quickly becoming the vase child for Sex R Us....with a motto of "Anytime, Anywhere, and With Any Wench, We Don't Care." Herc's laughter ceased when Iolaus told him, "Spoken like someone who's not getting any at the moment."
Iolaus quickly dried off and headed for his clean clothes draped on the bed. The wench was only too happy to provide the soft alternative to his vest and leather pants. He picked up the sky blue tunic and slipped it over his head. He tugged it down over his smooth clean torso. It was a bit tight, but he realized it was meant to be. As he picked up the pants looking for the clean breach clout, he smiled inwardly at the sensual buttery texture of the tan suede pants. Iolaus swallowed hard when he realized there was nothing to put on underneath those pants. The lovely lady had forgotten to provide the traditional undergarment. Or did she forget? He had to take several deep breaths to persuade "the boys" that it wasn't time to come out to play yet before he slipped on the pants. "Oh yeah, this feels great!" he said out loud. They were form fitting as well as tapered, and Iolaus smiled as he slipped on the rust-colored boots over the bottom of his pants legs. Iolaus straightened up,smoothed out his pants, and shook out his slightly damp hair before almost strutting out of the room. "Watch out, ladies! I've been alone in the woods forever, and being alone tonight is the last thing on my mind."
His saunter down the stairs took on a sensual nature, and every barmaid, every tavern wench, every woman without a man, even those with, could not take their eyes off him. A collective sigh tore through the tavern as one particularly lucky tavern wench took him to his table. He sat at a darkened corner table and appreciated the view it provided. The hunter was a wicked tease of a man, and his heartbreaking smile sent shockwaves through many a woman's desire.
Iolaus stretched his legs and crossed them at the ankle whilst leaning back against the wall. His muscular arms were hooked behind his head as he waited patiently for the food to come. Iolaus' sensual scanning of the tavern led him to the bar. Several of the workers seemed to be in a fiercely animated discussion. They kept looking over at the Golden Hunter during periodic lulls in the conversation. Finally, he saw the owner come out from the store room with a definite scowl on his face. In his hand, the grizzled stout man carried a fist full of straw. He held them out for the ladies to pick. "Huh," he shrugged. "They're drawing straws. Wonder what for?"
In no time at all a rather flirtatious young woman practically danced over to his table. She smiled and said, "And what can I do for you, Sir?" Iolaus shuddered at the honeyed heat he'd heard in her voice. Turning complete attention over to her, Iolaus allowed his eyes to drink in this lady's loveliness. Her hair was up in an exotic twisting pile on her head. Tiny curls cascaded down the back and delicately framed her face. Throughout the curls, Iolaus could see a light blue ribbon laced amongst the curls. He followed on curl as it stubbornly resisted the ribbon and had fallen from grace to lie placidly along her neck. The hunter's eyes followed the twisting line as it pointed to her chest.
The young maid tried to keep her obvious attraction in check, but being this close to Iolaus sent shivers throughout her body. Her breathing quickened as she could tell he was admiring her breasts. Sylia bit her full bottom lip as she could feel the tingling pebbling of her nipples. "Think, Sylia. You still have to get his order...then maybe," her thoughts were interrupted by his sweet tenor voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir. My mind must have been somewhere else," she confessed. "What was your order?"
"Oh gods!" he thought. "Just look at her full perky breasts. Interesting response here. And it's not even cold. Get ready, buddies. Sweetness at 12 o'clock." Iolaus broke from his concentration to order his meal. "I'll have...Hey! Do you have any pheasant? I'd love to sink my teeth into that juicy tender meat." He smiled when he could have sworn he'd heard a little whimper coming from the waitress. "I'll have that, some fresh bread, and....what do you recommend for dessert? I'm a sucker for for something sweet."
She swallowed hard at the innuendos planted in her brain. She put her hand up to her mouth and gazed off to try and remember the desserts of the day. He reached up and took possession of her hand. Iolaus kissed it softly and whispered, "Well, I could do with someONE as sweet as you." The woman melted immediately and looked instantly to see his true response under the table. Even the long table cloth couldn't disguise his lust.
Sylia decided to give as good as she got and whispered in a sultry voice, "Okay, Pheasant, bread, ale, and me, coming right up...or is that you? Please, sir...it's not polite to point." She winked and walked back to the kitchen.
Iolaus let out a low whistle and tried to remember to breath as he watched the rhythmic sway of her hips as she walked away. The other wenches at the bar giggled wickedly as she turned and blew a kiss his way. Iolaus knew he was in for an interesting night.
In no time at all, Sylia had his food. "That was quick," he remarked as she set a tray of delectable delights in front of him.
"That's the only thing I do that IS quick," she responded wickedly.
He smiled as she spread the napkin in his lap. "I really enjoy the service at this place," he gasped as she smoothed out the napkin lingering at a certain tantalizing mound. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her straining top while she bent over him. He tried not to look. Really, he did, but it was so obvious to him that she wanted him to enjoy the view, he couldn't help lingering. Her left breast brushed against his arm as she straightened up. Iolaus closed his eyes to revel in her slow torturous advances.
"Well no one has ever complained about my servicing... service before," she teased. She started back to the bar but stopped in order to slip him a little note. She winked and moved fluidly back to the bar.
Iolaus tried again to remember to breathe as he watched her walking away. The memory of her hand on his...napkin sent chills up and down his spine. Unrolling the scroll, Iolaus read:
Antoninus has said I can close the tavern tonight. Can you stay to help me out?
The hunter looked up to see her smiling hopeful face staring in his direction. He nodded and watched her deep blue eyes dance with joy. Iolaus picked up the pheasant with his calloused fingers and tore a piece from the breast. He held the tender meat up to his mouth and snaked his tongue out to draw in the delicate morsel. His eyes never left hers as he slowly drew the meat into his mouth. After chewing sensually, he licked the dripping juices from his fingertips causing the entire female occupants of the tavern to sigh. The tavern was startled back into reality by the sound of a plate hitting the floor. Sylia was so obviously taken by his overtures, she'd dropped the small dish, shattering it into pieces on the floor. She grabbed a broom quickly to clean it up, but Sylia made the mistake of looking back to her Golden Patron. Iolaus lifted his tankard of ale to the ladies at the bar and raised it to his moist lips. He smiled as he looked up past the rim of the mug to see Sylia gripping the broom intensely.
"Oh, he's so delightfully evil," she thought as her hand slipped down the broom handle. She started having evil thoughts herself as she swept up the shards of the plate. With every sweeping motion, Sylia allowed her hand to slide down the broom handle. When she reached out with the broom again, she drew her hand back to the top. So as Iolaus ate his succulent bird, he also watched the relentless rhythm of her sliding her hand up and down the broom handle.
Iolaus impatiently wondered, "What time does this place close anyway?!" The hunter was thankful for long tablecloths as he adjusted his painfully hard member.
One by one the patrons of the tavern left for their homes or rooms in the inn. Iolaus silently cheered as each one left. In fact, he began a little game. "I'm one closer to getting laid. I'm two closer to getting laid. I'm three closer to feeling that sweet saucy wench work her magic on me," he recited in his mind. Sylia was doing all she could to tantalize him, from bending over each table to retrieve the spices left there or expertly holding squeezing out water from the cloth used to cleanse the table.
He drank slowly from his tankard, flicking little beads of ale from around the rim with his tongue. He watched as the Tavern owner left with most of the other girls. They all wished Sylia luck and a romping good time as they left. She began gently blowing out the candles around the room. Iolaus breathed raggedly as his mind and body anticipated the pleasure they both would receive from her. Sylia finally blew out all of the candles around the room except for the two in front of Iolaus. She rested her hands on the table and leaned forward.
"Well, well, well. What have we here? Sir, patrons are supposed to leave when the owner does. He doesn't allow anyone to stay behind and perhaps unduly excite the workers," she tried to sound serious.
Iolaus leaned forward and was transfixed by her heaving bosom. "Well, You do look like the excitable type, but if you want me to go...I," he teased.
She slid around to the bench beside Iolaus and quickly slipped her hand into his tunic. She pulled on his tight buds and whispered against his corded neck," Oh no, Iolaus. I don't want you to go, quite the opposite."
"Hunh?" Iolaus replied a bit confused.
"I want you to come," she stated boldly, "to my rooms, that is."
Iolaus grabbed her by the waist and kissed her soundly. Her teasing all night long had stoked fires that were now raging inside him. He leaned back as she pinched and twisted the golden brown bud. "I'm not sure I can wait to get back to your rooms." Iolaus slid his hand to cup her firm breasts. His thumb brushed against the hardened nipple, and he felt it stiffen impossibly more. A tiny moan escaped her parted red full lips. "Oh, you like that do you? What if I decided that I wanted to make you scream out your passion first? What if I want to see the beads of sweat burst from your delicate creamy skin first? I want to tease and please tonight, Sylia."
"Oh, yes, Iolaus. You remembered my name?!" she gasped in her desire. This hard muscled gentle man was going to amaze her.
"Of course I remembered your name. I plan on screaming it out later. But first, I want to stroke each inch of your body. I want to feel your taut nipples beneath my fingertips. I want to take each one in my mouth and feel its texture with the tip of my tongue. I want to touch your molten heat between your thighs...to stroke that passioned pearl with my thumb while my fingers plumb the depths of your wetness. Oh yes, I want to make you writhe beneath me. Then when you've felt the waves crash over you several times. I'll.. I'll slide into you. Oh gods, Sylia, I can almost feel your wetness surrounding me now. Is that what you want?" he asked most wickedly.
She stared at him in disbelief. The thought of him doing that to her created the most delicious throbbing between her legs. She regained her voice and slid her hand to cup his brutally handsome face in it. "Oh yeah, Iolaus...I want that..I choose that," she babbled. She felt his soft lips gently touching hers...almost asking permission. She sucked in his lower lip and ran her tongue across its fullness. Suddenly she felt his tongue enter her mouth strongly. He began an in and out motion as she abandoned his lip to suck strongly on that sensual surrogate. She moaned in the kiss as he slipped his experienced hand inside her top and found the nipple he'd been tormenting. Iolaus lightly brushed his fingertips across this other tip causing it to strain to get closer to him. He gently squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. Sylia almost sucked his tongue off when he began to pull in the same rhythm he used to take her mouth. She broke the kiss in order for him to have full use of his mouth for other things.
He pulled her top down to expose her ripe full mounds. He smiled to see the blush on the rosy tips. He looked up to her eyes as he dipped his head and slowly tantalized her by reaching out for her sensitized peaks with his tongue. He would almost touch them, but then Iolaus would pull back. She arched her back desperately trying to make contact with that talented teaser. He watched her eyes fully dilate with a heat that spoke of a sweet ache. Finally, his pink tongue made purchase by licking her in long cat-like strokes. Sylia began trembling and held on to his strong shoulders for support. "Oh, Iolaus...that feels," she stopped as he sucked in the tormented bud.
"Yes, Sylia? You were saying?" he spoke over her moistened nipple. "I take it you like this?" Iolaus smiled wickedly as he drew back. With his hand still cupping her breast, he could feel her heart pounding rapidly. Sylia nodded wordlessly as he brushed his thumb against her tautness again. "Maybe you'd like...this better," he suggested. Slipping the other hand down to her stomach, he began stroking in small circles. She realized that he was catching part of the fabric of her chiton with each circle, and her dress was slowly hiking itself up. Finally he reached down to the hem of the garment when it reached her knees. Before she knew it her dress was up around her waist. He slipped his hand between her legs and spread her open to him. He didn't require much force as the minute he touched her knees, her legs flew open.
"Sylia! I'm shocked! No undergarments?" he whispered as he nuzzled her neck. "But then again...much more convenient." Iolaus easily slipped his gifted hand into that secret valley and began treasure hunting. When he found the pearl, he laughed softly and ducked his head back to her heaving breasts. He tasted their sweetness as he stroked her treasures. She was writhing and wriggling under his attentions when she quickly reached for his pants. He sucked harder as her hand found the buttery soft entrance to his hard promise.
She smiled as his shaft helped push the suede aside. "Oh, Iolaus! I'm shocked! No Undergarments?" Sylia giggled, "But then again... I agree, much more convenient! Come to me, my strong, thick, plaything." She wrapped her delicate fingers around her new toy and slid her hand up and down on it. Pulling the foreskin back she let her nails dance across the top very lightly.
"Oh Zeus! Sylia!" he groaned loudly as he stroked faster. They were both thrusting against each other's hands when Iolaus pulled Sylia onto his lap. "Straddle me, Sylia," he pleaded. When she threw her leg over his, Iolaus plunged two fingers deeply inside her. She choked back a scream that would have woken the entire village. His thrusting fingers were urged on by his thrusting hips. She lost her grip on her toy by all the bucking, and when she tried to get a handle on it again, Iolaus stopped her. "I'm too close right now, Sylia. I want to be inside you, soon...so soon, my sweet saucy wench."
She whimpered as his pace quickened. She felt the wave approaching in the distance like a crested rolling tsunami in the horizon. She rode his fingers desperately as he continued to stroke her swollen button with his thumb. Clenching her teeth, she gripped his shoulders tightly. Iolaus could tell she was approaching quickly and took her nipple in his mouth again. He wrapped the tight tip with his tongue and began his rhythmic sucking there as well. It was all about rhythm..the ebb and flow of passion, the push and pull of forces of nature. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her breathing halted for a brief moment. Iolaus felt her clamp down on his fingers, but he continued the thrusting in rhythm to her contracting canal. "Oh ...please, Iolaus! Now, gods, NOW!" Sylia begged.
Iolaus smiled and whispered, "Raise up a bit, Love." When she did, he slipped his fingers from her heat and slid his aching member into the warmth of her desire. He groaned as she impaled herself completely on his shaft. Now the rocking rhythm began again in earnest. Iolaus could see the tiny beads of sweat gracing the area between her breasts. He took one of the sweet mounds in his mouth as he thrust into her.
"Faster! Harder!" she demanded. And Iolaus, never wanting to disappoint a lady, did just that. She felt her climax washing over her again and screamed, "IOLAUS!!!!" to the night.
The sound of her passion, the sliding together of their flesh, her panting, and the milking action of her inner muscles were all Iolaus needed to push him into the wave as well. The Golden Hunter threw back his head and howled her name.
They held each other tightly as their bodies slowed to the mundane rhythm of normalcy. He looked up at her and kissed her sweetly. "Oh, Sylia, that was incredible. Thank you for your gift."
Sylia ducked her head and blushed as she said, "The pleasure was all mine."
"Oh no, Sylia. I wouldn't go that far," he giggled. She slid off his still hard member and grinned.
"Oh...Iolaus, look who's not quite finished," she giggled herself. "Hmm, he doesn't want to go back in...Must want to stay out and play some more. I know just what he needs." Sylia dropped softly to the floor and knelt before him. She slowly gripped it at the base and began stroking her delightful toy again. Just as she began running her tongue up and down on it, Iolaus jumped.
"Hey, buddy! Ya miss me?" came a voice in the darkness.
"Herc?" Iolaus gasped.
Iolaus tried to put his pants back together, but Sylia's hand stopped him. She just took the long tablecloth and draped it across his stomach and remained very still underneath the table. Hercules approached the table completely unaware of the goings on going on under the table. Sylia firmly grasped his shaft and took in the whole length in her mouth. Iolaus gripped the back of the bench so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Hey, Iolaus! What are you doing sitting alone in the dark? Man! I can't believe the Innkeeper uses so much of that musky incense can you? It almost smells like...well, you know. Like someone was doing it."
"It?" Iolaus replied shakily. Sylia swirled her tongue across the leaking tip and then plunged back down to the base. Iolaus could imagine her head bobbing up and down; her hair finally falling down loosely to her shoulders. When he felt the strong suction again, he caught his breath.
"Yeah, ya know. It...you're pretty well versed in it...I'm surprised you don't know what I mean," observed Herc slightly annoyed.
"OOOOHHH," he groaned, "IT!" Suddenly his second surge poured out of him into her mouth. He could feel her licking him clean, and he tried every Eastern technique he knew to calm his breathing. Hercules still stood there completely clueless to the events occurring.
"Well! Aren't you coming?" he asked innocently.
Sylia almost burst out laughing. Iolaus replied, "If you only knew!"
"What?"
"I said, sure I'm with you. But if you don't mind give me a second. I'm feeling a bit ...drained. I'll be up later. You go on," the Golden Hunter suggested.
"Okay, have it your way."
Sylia heard a sigh of relief as the footfalls left the tavern. She saw a smiling face lift up the tablecloth. "You, dear lady, are a very saucy wench," he said smiling as she fastened his pants. Pulling her up into another embrace. He gave her a soft sweet kiss. "And I mean that in only the Best of ways. You are incredible."
"Did you mean that?" she laughed into his neck.
Iolaus could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "Uh. yeah, you are incredible!"
"No, not that silly...I mean what you said to Hercules," she teased.
He frowned as he struggled to remember what he'd said. "What, Sylia?"
"Well, you said you'd be UP later. Thought I'd see if you were true to your word...or how quickly you recover," she said seductively.
He squeezed her closer and said, "You are a SAUCY Wench! I'm in room 4."