By Xobinsnest
Chapter 1
Iolaus walked into the tavern, it was late and he was a day early so he didn't really expect to see Hercules there, but there was always a chance. He made his way to the tavern keeper and asked for a cup of ale, and some dinner. The tavern keeper told Iolaus to have a seat and the meal would be brought to him. Iolaus found a seat in the back of the room in a dark corner, he could see the whole room but could not be seen by any one just casually glancing around.
After a short wait his food arrived. The meal was tasteless but filling. He ate with no real gusto. A lovely lass stopped by "Would you like more ale?" She asked. Iolaus just nodded his head yes.
She poured him some more and the large container slipped and spilled ale all over him. She ran to get a cloth to help clean up the mess. She was young, leggy and had long flowing hair. At her return she started to dry of his chest with the rag. Iolaus took her hand, "Don't bother, I can do that."
"No, I made the mess I'll clean it up."
Her hand was trembling in his. He brought her hand to his lips and slowly kissed it. She shivered. "Do you want me to stop ?" he asked.
"No," she answered huskily. "But not here, follow me." Iolaus followed her out of the tavern and into a small home near by. She took his vest off slowly, taking care to get it off each shoulder. Then once the vest was gone she dipped a rag into warm water and began to wash his chest, slowly, carefully, sensually. Iolaus groaned and had to take a step back. She stopped, looking deep into his eyes for a sign to continue or stop. His eyes, said continue. She worked her way to his back making sure every inch of his upper body was clean of the spilled ale.
When she started cleaning his arms, Iolaus leaned forward to kiss her. The kiss was deep and passionate. She broke it off and went to cleaning his arms. Iolaus was now weak-kneed and had to sit on the bed. She knelt before him cleaning his arms and when she got to his fingers she gently sucked each one, taking the whole digit into her mouth and sucking with a force that had Iolaus moaning in delight.
She stayed on her knees and removed his boots and leggings. She washed his feet and massaged them till Iolaus was beyond thinking that he had ever walked on them. Slowly she moved her hands up to his waistband.
"This has been nice, but I can't let you go any farther with this," Iolaus said between shallow breaths.
"Don't worry about me, I know what I am doing," was all she said. And she did, he had never been able to undo his pants that quickly. Slowly, deliciously slowly, she tugged the pants down, kissing his navel, then using her tongue to explore it's depths. As the pants were pulled a little further she kissed his thighs, massaged his calves. This was a woman who knew how to pleasure a man. She took her time and Iolaus was lost in pleasure. Once removed, the pants were tossed to one side with the vest, boots, and his sword.
She pushed Iolaus back into the bed, he was naked, she fully clothed, his manhood standing at full attention. She turned her attention to the rising member, she toyed with it almost touching it, just teasing it with her fingers.
"Yes, please," Iolaus moaned.
She stepped back off the bed and turned away from him. She bent over and unlaced her shoes. He could see her form through the dress she had on. It increased his desire tremendously. When her shoes were off, she slowly turned towards him with her hands undoing the strings to her bodice. She slipped the garment off her shoulders holding tight to the dress so her breasts were not yet exposed.
"Don't stop, please continue," Iolaus begged.
She dropped the garment to the floor and stepped out of it. Her perfect breasts were all Iolaus could think about. She crossed to the bed and started to kiss Iolaus starting at his forehead and then each eye, gentle little nips of kisses. When their lips met she allowed him to take over and she gave into him completely. Lust was pushing Iolaus, she wanted passion, so she pulled back after a long breath taking kiss.
"We have all night," she said, "you don't have to rush, take your time, it will be worth it. I promise."
She sat up on the bed and grasped his engorged penis, slowly she began to tease it with her tongue, all the while she watched his face as he fell deeper and deeper into pleasure. Much to Iolaus' surprise she took the whole shaft into her mouth and began sucking.
"Oh, Gods above! Help me be strong enough for this woman."
She smiled when she heard him mutter the little prayer. Iolaus reached down and pulled her towards him, quickly he was able to reverse positions so he was on top and could smother himself in her bountiful bosom.
Now he thought it's her turn to be pleasured. Iolaus kissed each breast and whisper to them that he would be back. He touched her face, even with his callused hands the touch was gentle and confident. Taking his time he explored every inch of her face with his lips. Then he kissed her neck, she shivered as if cold. As he began his slow movement down her body she arched her back to keep up the wonderful contact with this man. With one hand he cupped her left breast and took his mouth to it and suckled as if an infant. It was now her turn to moan with ecstasy. Iolaus looked at her with his blue eyes and grinned, "I take it I'm doing this right?"
"Oh, yes you are." she panted.
Iolaus reached down to her legs and started to pull them apart. She moved her legs for him so he could better access her clit. She was ready, Iolaus thought, but he wanted her to feel even more. She started to sit up, puzzling Iolaus, for a moment then he realized what she wanted to do. Sitting facing each other they coupled. Iolaus looking into her gray eyes, she into his as they rocked as one. They came simultaneously, each not believing the power that flowed through them.
Exhausted they fell to the bed. She got up and found some ale and two glasses, she poured for each of them and they drank deeply.
Iolaus couldn't remember ever having an experience like this last one. He turned to her to ask where she had learned how to do such wonderful things. She just laughed and told him he was her inspiration. He blushed.
She got up and gathered up the bathing materials and some nice oils. She started bathing him again. "Hey, wait, two baths in one day is a little over my limit!" Iolaus giggled.
She smiled wisely and said nothing but continued to wash the sweat off his body. Iolaus was surprised to see that he was already looking forward to another bath. After she finished washing him, she bathed herself while Iolaus watched. He was fascinated by this small daily task. When she had finished cleaning up she asked, "Ready?"
"What do you mean ready?"
She led him back to the bed and again she began kissing his face, nibbling on his ear, kissing with great softness his neck. She buried her face in his hair.
Iolaus began to fondle her breast again. When she slipped her hand into his and quickly wrapped a leather strap around it. She did the same with the other. All the while kissing Iolaus deeply, feeling his teeth with her tongue. Before he was aware of it even happening his hands were tied to the top of the bed, She moved her body down his kissing and licking him as she went. Soon his feet were also tied to the bed. "Hey, what's going on here?" a confused Iolaus asked.
"Oh nothing, relax give into it and you will enjoy." She responded. "You do trust me, don't you?" She began to heat the scented oils, then taking a fine painter's type brush she began to paint designs on Iolaus' abdomen. The oils were warm and spicy and began to burn his skin, not painfully, but so that he knew what she was doing. She was very skilled at what she was doing. Iolaus could feel his member start to rise again. She glanced at it, then she leaned over and caught it between her breasts. At a leisurely pace she cleaned the oils off of his abdomen all the while playing with his firming manhood. Iolaus was now straining at the leather binding him to the bed.
"Please," he groaned, "let me go."
She smiled and shook her head no. She climbed up onto the bed, straddling Iolaus. She leaned down and kissed him and thanked him for the wonderful evening. Somewhat confused, Iolaus was totally taken aback when she moved herself over his now ready penis and plunged it into her body. She rode him hard and he bucked like an unbroken pony. Iolaus didn't think that anything could match the time before with this woman but this was beyond belief. They lay in a sweaty heap on the bed panting afterwards. This time she did not get up to get ale, she removed the bindings holding him to the bed and they lay together each lost in their own world.
Sleep came to Iolaus a deep pleasant sleep. When he awoke in the morning she was not in the hut. Iolaus went to the tavern to ask about her, but the tavern owner did not have any idea about the woman. Iolaus went back to the hut. The oils were there; the design she drew on his abdomen could be seen faintly. He knew she was real, but where was She? Who was She, Iolaus realized that in all the time they were together she had never told him her name. Would he meet her again? Iolaus hoped with all his heart that he would.