By Xerenda
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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.
Hercules belongs to Universal Studios and Pacific Renaissance. No copyright infringement is intended. The author is just having fun.
The sun over the Amazon territory blazed so hot that even the leaves on the trees seemed to wilt. The camp was quiet as the mid-day sun beat down like a relentless tyrant that oppressed any activity that expended the least amount of energy.
Tira stumbled from her tent momentarily shielding her eyes from the sun. She cursed both the heat and her lonely heart. The man she dedicated her heart to rarely came this way and, with the summer heat, no man ventured this far into Amazon territory.
She lifted her long brown hair off her neck and snapped a twig from a bush to fasten it tightly to her head. She knew the only place there would be relief from this heady oppression was the secluded stream that few knew about. It was a further walk than the lake but allowed one more privacy. These days she preferred being alone. Alone with her thoughts and her longing for the man she loved.
As she walked down the narrow tree lined path, a slight smile appeared on her face suddenly sensing something familiar. She raised her head reaching out with her senses and knew this was not a threat. "Hercules." She whispered softly, but didn’t turn to look for him
She continued on down the narrow pathway, her steps suddenly taking on an easy bounce as she recalled the night and the moonlight that shone down on his golden brown hair. How his skin glistened with the sweat of passion as his large frame molded to her delicate body.
Hercules had been gone a long time and although she knew he would never truly be hers, she still longed to hold him. He belonged to the world, and with the loss of too much in his life, he saw fit not to make any one person the object of his love.
Tira sometimes regretted letting him love her that night, but the tension between then had been building with each of his visits. The flirtatious looks and idle conversations; going out of their way to be at the same place at the same time. She knew he would follow as she headed down to the lake that night. He loved her, but she wouldn’t let him say good bye. She knew he couldn’t stay from the very beginning, and she couldn’t leave.
Her obligation to the tribe, often times felt more like a burden. But she was a leader, and next in line to be queen. The burden of her post weighed heavily upon her at times, and the presence of Hercules only made that burden worse. She could see in his eyes what she wanted most, a life with a good man and a family. And there was no better man in this world than Hercules.
It was more than an hour before she reached the stream and the small pond it made in the rocks, all the time sensing the presence of another. The clear cool water always looked so inviting and the small waterfall that cascaded down made the most relaxing noise as it passed over the rocks.
She removed her leather boots and carefully stepped knee deep into the stream, its coolness relieving her aching feet. She continued to remove the rest of her garb aware of the eyes that watched her. Little by little the leather that bound her body fell loose, revealing her startling beautiful shape. She suddenly felt free from the restraints and she sat in the shallow pond against the rocks letting the water glide over her nakedness.
She leaned against the rocks and began to think again how he touched her. How he had made love to her, in the tall spring grass that night. How she clung to him and he protected her through the night. She remembered how safe she felt, sleeping in his arms.
She felt her body relax in the gentle stream as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Unaware, she softly felt something brush her lips and then make more contact. She returned his gentle kiss knowing all too well who had followed her. No one’s presence felt like his, no one’s kiss tasted so sweet. "Hercules." She whispered his name, pulling herself tightly to his bare muscular chest. He lifted her from the water pulling her into his lap; she instantly felt the heat of his body and felt his hardness against her leg.
He slid them off the rock deeper into the pond and held her body close to his, never once breaking the seal of his kiss. She pulled away long enough to look deep into his lust filled eyes. "Why do you keep coming back here, Hercules?" Her words were filled with anguish.
"Because you pull me back and there always comes a point when I can’t fight it anymore." He kissed her with all the tenderness in his heart, and she felt her longing fade away. She felt his tongue push between her lips and probe her mouth with an intentional movement. She felt his hands drift down her back and under her ass as he lifted her from the water.
Stepping out of the pond, he lay her in the tall grass. She felt his massive body lay next to her and felt his eyes take in the beauty of her supple body. She ran her slender fingers through the soft brown hair, then across his chest to caress his hardening nipples. He gasped slightly at her touch. She forced him on his back to straddle his mid section. He felt like velvet over steel between her legs and her movements against him were slow and deliberate.
She lowered her lips to his chest, licking and teasing him to new heights of arousal as she left wet trails with her tongue. She felt his hand on her sides. They drifted softly to her breasts, his large hands covering them, teasing her nipples to full hardness. She kissed her way down the masculine trail of hair to his middle, letting her breasts surround his extended penis. A moan escaped him as she pressed firmly against him. Her lips became more insistent as she slid down between his legs.
Bending his legs at the knee she sat in awe of this beautiful man who lay before her.
She lowered her face to let her cheek rest against his inner thigh, her hands caressing him from the backs of his knees to the firmness of his ass. Her lips trailed across the softness to the large ample orbs she took gentle in her mouth to tease and taste with a lustful sigh.
He arched his back as if in a pleasurable pain; straining against the male urges that ran through him. Her tongue traced along the powerful shaft, licking the tip free of the nectar that had begun to flow from him. He rolled his hips in pleasure, urging her forward. As she took him inside the sound that escaped him was unearthly. He felt the warmth of her mouth upon him and he resisted the rush that enveloped him. She made love with her mouth like no other had before, and he gave in to the involuntary movement of his hips. With each stroke she felt him become larger. "Tira, stop. Come to me." she lifted her head from his member and fell weakly onto his chest. "I want to make this last." He spoke softly to her, but she knew the months that had passed since she last had him would tell in her own reaction.
He rolled her to her back and tasted her sweet tender nipples. She felt his hand circle on the flat of her tummy, and his fingers brush the top of the pelvic bone. Without hesitation she felt her knees part, inviting his exploring hand, begging him to provide the relief she needed. The throbbing inside her was reaching the agony of desire. She felt his fingers caress the folds of her womanhood, finding the extended peak of her desire. She gasped as the pressure of his wanton hand cast her to a new level of ecstasy. His fingers slipped down and easily inside her. She arched against him as he withdrew and entered her again and again. Her breath came in short pants, and she felt herself quickly approaching the edge. The sound that escaped her told of the impending eruption he had coaxed from her loins.
No longer able to resist he rose above her, parting her legs and impaling her quickly with the fire of his passion. She felt herself give way to only part of him as he caused her some pain along with the pleasure. He filled her slowly, as she worked to take all of him. His thrusting was firm and slow.
As she felt passion build once again, his thrust became more insistent, bending down, his lips once again found her ripened nipples. She arched her back forcing then hard against his lips. His mouth trailed up to claim hers.
To soon she felt the paralyzing ecstasy over take her and she ripped her lips from his pressing her face hard against his cheek. The intensity of her orgasm pulled him to the edge and he fought for control, which was defeated by her thrusting upon him. In that moment she felt him jerk inside her again and again as his godly seed spewed forward into her.
She felt his lips recapture hers in a kiss so deeply passionate, she was sure only was possible from a god. For moments of time she felt as his he held her soul in his gentle hands as she seemed to drift from the earth and back again. No man should be allowed this power.
He fell to her side pulling her tightly in his arms. He made soothing sounds to bring her back to reality. They lay in the tall grass wrapped in the bliss that surrounded them.
She lay surrounded by his love, accepting the heartbreaking reality, he would leave her again.