by Pentheus
Pentheus and the Maenads
By D J Owen
Pirate Edition Copyright August 2014 D J Owen
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Pentheus and the Maenads Excerpt from Jason and the muses Excerpt from Calli and Circe Connecting with the author
Pentheus and the maenads
Night time had come as Pentheus thrashed through the forest intent on escaping his pursuers. Clouds obscured the light of the moon giving the whole forest an air of menace and danger and the passing creatures made him jump with every natural sound they made. Imagined danger though was less menacing than the threat Pentheus was running from. Hunting with his royal escort they had been set upon by assailants. His bodyguards had fought valiantly but now he was running for his life with no idea where to go.
At six foot tall and as a graduate of many royal tutors he was intelligent and thanks to the royal pursuits of hunting, wrestling and sword play well muscled. No scar marred his twenty three year old body and no blemish marked his bronzed skin. Short cut chestnut brown hair topped his head and his hazel eyes scanned the forest for threats, seeing many in the darkness which his panicked mind created.
Lightning flashed and the stark imprint of the forest that lasted for but a millisecond gave him a possible source of help. A flash of a building seen through thick branches and deep undergrowth gave him a target and he made for it with all the strength his body still had. The rain came down suddenly, heavy and shocking and this only made him more desperate to find shelter. His royal clothes stuck to him but he paid it no heed.
Bursting through some particularly thick undergrowth he came to the simple structure he had seen. Another bolt of lightning gave him another look at the building. It seemed to be an abandoned farm house although who would have built such a structure here in the forest was unknown. It was as dark as the woodland that surrounded it but it promised shelter from both the storm and his pursuers. Quickly locating the entrance he tried it and found it locked. Urgently he crashed against the wooden door that barred his way. It didn’t move and in desperation he tried again, putting his shoulder to the door. Once again it failed to yield and crying out to all the gods he thrust against it a third time.
This time it yielded easily and he fell through into the farmhouse. It was dark indeed inside and getting to his feet he quickly shut the door and leant against it, getting his breath back. Nothing moved in the farmhouse and he waited for minutes to see if his pursuers would find this place. After a space of time where his heart drew back to a normal rhythm and no shouts from outside disturbed him he felt safe enough to look round.
Fumbling in the darkness he explored as best he could. With no light to see by all he could try was exploring using his hands as guides. His hands ran over rough wood and dust and occasionally insects ran over his fingers giving him only the most basic understanding of the abode he was in and an idea that it was old. Making his way around the room, groping like a blind man he found a doorway and went through. A sudden flash of lightning threw up a tableau in front of him and he took it in, his mind not quite believing what he was seeing. Another flash and he grabbed the lantern off the hook to his side that had been revealed. As he took it off the hook it flashed into light and the room was bathed in a soft yellow light.
The room he was in was a small alcove attached to the main farmhouse. In it was an altar covered in forest vines and jugs from which wafted scents so potent that they made Pentheus eyes water. Fresco’s covered the walls of the alcove and the front of the altar. Fresco’s of wild woman indulging in some bacchanalian revel, some with jugs tipped to their mouths whilst some were on top of men ripping chunks of flesh from their bodies. “Sweet Dionysus” Pentheus exclaimed.
“Yes, sweet Dionysus our lord who gave you shelter in this storm. Well you should thank him”. The voice came from behind him and Pentheus swung round quickly to confront the silky purr. In front of him barring his way back into the farmhouse were three women, two older than Pentheus by a matter of years and one slightly younger. All were clad in ragged cloth black as the night they appeared from and bare patches of skin showed through rents in their clothes. The skin that showed was pale milky white as if it hadn’t seen the sun for a long time. Black long hair swirled around their shoulders and lips as red as blood shone in the lamp light. Their eyes seemed to be swathed in shadows but their nails were long and looked sharp enough to cut.
Pentheus bowed low. Unsure of what to do he fell back on his courtly training “Ladies forgive me. I thought I was alone in this house and did not mean to disturb you. I indeed give thanks to the lord Dionysus for his succour during this storm. I fear though that I may have brought ruin here and should leave as quickly as possible”. Moving forward intent on getting out as quickly as possible Pentheus was surprised when a long nailed hand was placed on his chest stopping him, a hand that promised both pain and pleasure depending on the mood of the owner.
“What do you mean ruin?” the voice dripped acid and Pentheus alarm went up a notch. “I was being chased by assailants unknown. They may still be about and may track me here”. A slow smile crossed the face of the woman in the middle of the three. “There are Intruders in our forest? Thyia, Iphi you may take them. I will stay and make sure our guest is treated
appropriately”. The two women behind her, one young and one older turned, their black rent clothes swirling and then they were simply not there and Pentheus was alone with the strange woman in front of him.
He tried once more “My lady. Your sisters will not be safe against these assailants. They murdered my guard. Let me at least go with them to keep them safe to the best of my ability though it might kill me”. The smile didn’t waiver her eyes never left his as nails trailed down his shirt until her hand dropped. “My sisters are perfectly safe and it is my lord Dionysus command that you be kept safe during this storm so here you will stay until the morning when this abates. Come I will serve you”. Turning around she moved and Pentheus could see the farmhouse was bathed in the same soft yellow light of his lamp. In the light it did not look as dilapidated as before and there was no sign of dust. Where before there had been broken wooden furniture now soft silken cushions strewn on the floor was the decor. Shadows still existed in this now changed farmhouse but they seemed far away as if in a dream.
“I must be mad” Pentheus said to himself doubting his eyes. A surprisingly soft hand was placed on his shoulder and ran up his cheek whilst a voice breathed in his ear “be at peace prince,
my lord desires your safety and so we will treat you softly”. A scream rent the air from somewhere outside and Pentheus jumped. “Quiet my prince. It is just my sisters playing. Come, rest yourself”. Pentheus found himself being led to a clump of cushions and pushed down into them. He watched as if from outside himself as a goblet was pushed into his hand and filled with wine. “Drink” he heard and without thinking he did.
The wine was surprisingly good, sweet and clear with no bitter after taste. It could have been spring water for all he felt. Pentheus drank it fully only to have his goblet refilled by a smiling raven haired woman. “I don’t even k
now what to call you” he said. Smiling she answered “you may call me Iris. My mother named me after the flower and the name still pleases me well”.
She pushed him back until he was reclining and then lay by his side, propped up on an elbow, ready to fill his goblet for him. Her leg broke from her clothes by a slit in the side of her skirt, the whiteness contrasting with the blackness he was used to and as she moved he started to notice more and more flashes of skin in-between rents of cloth.
He found himself staring and he quickly stammered “forgive me lady, I am not used to this wine”. Iris laughed; it was musical and unexpected coming from someone so dark. “I do not mind prince. Do you wish to stare? Does what you see please you?” she moved her leg upwards, her knee thrown over his calf and the swell of muscles on her thigh sent stirrings to his loins. She seemed to sense this and rubbed her leg along his. Gulping he finished his goblet of wine.
Seeing his empty goblet Iris lent across him to refill it once again. As she leant forward her breasts heaved against her clothes and pushed against his chest. Pentheus found himself staring at the swell of her behind as her clothes rode up showing off her shapely legs. He was so caught up in this sight that he didn’t register the wetness spreading over his chest until Iris sat up. “Apologies my prince, I seemed to have been clumsy and spilt your drink. Please disrobe and I will clean your clothes before tomorrow”.
With that Iris started to claw and pull at his shirt trying to get it off. Pentheus protested weakly his head swimming with all the wine he had drunk. His vision blackened for a moment and when he came back to clarity he saw his shirt was off and he sat bare-chested amongst the cushions, wine soaking into his skin as Iris threw his shirt to the floor.
Iris reached out and traced his pectoral muscles with her fingers. “You are certainly favoured prince”. Her voice came out as a throaty whisper which normally he didn’t like but now sent shivers down his spine and into his cock. Her face came close to his and he smelt the same potent liqueur smell on his breath that had come from the jugs on the altar before she dipped her head and he felt warmth on his chest as Iris began to lick at where the wine had soaked onto his chest. Hands came up and stroked his shoulders as she licked him and then pushed him down onto his back amongst the cushions. With no strength left to argue or stop her he sank into the softness of the cushions and closed his eyes believing he was wither part of some sort of crazy dream or the assailants had indeed caught him and he was dead.
Pentheus lay in languidness, his eyes closed as Iris worked her tongue up his chest and then onto his nipples playfully curling around the small stubs and then grazing them with her teeth.
The warmth of her mouth disappeared for a moment and then he felt something wet dribbling onto his chest and he smelt the strong alcoholic smell of the wine he had been drinking. It dribbled down the valley in between his pectorals and over his stomach soaking into his trousers before it stopped. Opening his eyes he saw Iris put the amphora down. “I’m sorry my prince, it seems I have been clumsy again” she said as her hands reached for his trousers.
For a fleeting moment Pentheus thought about trying to stop her and somehow she must have seen it in his eyes as her hands clenched on his trousers catching some of his flesh painfully. He raised himself to allow his trousers to be pulled off and she relaxed her fingers. Quickly pulling his trousers off she sat back on her haunches and watched as the purple stain of the wine soaked into his skin giving his cock a lurid purple stain. Leaning forward she bent to her task once again of cleaning him with her mouth.
Pentheus lay there as she licked and worked her tongue over his chest and down his stomach. The scent of wine, his sweat and a strange fruity musk filled the air. Looking down he saw that he had put his hands on her head, entangling his fingers in her long dark hair. She went lower tracing his stomach and then down again and his hands clenched on her head, a grunt of surprise from his mouth as she took his cock into that warm licking orifice.
He was hard, harder than he had been for a long time and she took full advantage of it sliding her lips down until he bumped the back of her throat and then back up. Taking him out of her mouth she glided her tongue over his turgid member before moving lower and coating his balls with her mouth and tongue. Pentheus lost all reason and his hands still in her hair, pulled her up. She came willingly as he pulled her towards his mouth and then they met, his scent on her lips, before plunging his tongue in where his cock had been moments before.
Iris let him have this kiss before pushing him away and reaching for the jug of wine. Pouring some of it into her mouth she bent down to kiss him again, their mouths locking, and she released the wine into his mouth forcing him to drink. The wine along with their scent made his head swim and when they broke he watched as his hands without him knowing started to pull off her clothes. He could hear grunting and it took him moments to realise it was him. Then she was naked and against him again, her flesh on his. His hands were in her hair and then they collapsed down her body stroking her back and buttocks as they kissed.
Not willing to be a passive participant Iris pushed Pentheus away before darting in and kissing his neck. He felt something warm on his hard cock and looking down he saw that she grasped him in her hand, manipulating his flesh and keeping him hard. Her white flesh against his bronzed skin took on an exotic quality and he let out a small sigh. She broke from kissing his neck to look at him fully. Her eyes pulled him in as his hands grabbed her shoulders and smoothed down to squeeze her full and slightly less than firm breasts. Resting them in his hands he rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb, squeezing them gently before leaning forward to kiss her once again.
Iris eagerly kissed him and he enjoyed the feeling of her breasts in his hands, the softness of the skin caressing his rough palm. She obviously had other plans though as she pushed him away and pulled her soft globes away from his hands. He gave a groan of disappointment but
she squeezed his member with her hand before taking it away. Pentheus cock stood proud, red and straight and she moved downwards quickly until her face was inches away from its heat. Grasping him at his base she rubbed his cock over her face covering herself in his scent before bringing it to her mouth. Teasingly she pushed out her tongue and let it slide over his tip before darting into his foreskin and tasting the fleshy area.
Pentheus gave a groan of frustration and Iris quickly lunged forward taking his length into her mouth again turning his groan of frustration into a shout of surprise. Not teasing now she moved quickly and expertly taking him into her mouth and out again, her saliva dripping down his shaft and covering his entire cock with wetness. Grabbing her head in his hands he urged her on as his hips started to move, fucking her mouth like it was a courtesans cunt willing and eager for his seed. He trembled, his sticky fluid desperate for release into the warm mouth pleasuring him, he was so close.
Iris stopped and pulled away quickly, grasping his cock at his base, hard enough to hurt. Pentheus gasped. He was so close and now he felt his cock desperately flexing and not being allowed to spend itself. “Oh no prince, not yet” was all she said as he looked at her in confusion. His madly flexing cock gradually stopped and when she judged it right she let it go and shuffled up his body, her knees on either side of him. He stared as her cunt came nearer and nearer to his face and then she was kneeling above him, her cunt inches from his mouth and he smelt that fruity musk again. Getting up onto her feet she crouched over him.
“Come my prince, you haven’t finished drinking from Dionysus cup yet” so saying Iris lowered herself until she felt her wetness touching his face. Pentheus reached up with his hands to grasp her buttocks and steadied her and then with some trepidation, he reached out his tongue and let it flutter over her. He tasted her then and realised she tasted like the wine he had drunk. Not as strong and not as numbing but she had that same fruity taste. Letting his tongue wander he got bolder and stroked it up and down her cleft enjoying the small tastes of her he was getting and the
small movements she was making on her own.
She leant back on her arms and opened her legs wider allowing him to see, touch and taste every part of her. Pentheus continued licking her and removing one of his hands from her buttocks he toyed with her, sliding a finger inside her and moving it rapidly before taking it out and allowing it to swirl around the edges of her. So engrossed he was he didn’t notice Iris had picked up the amphora and was holding it over her chest. She started to upend it and Pentheus quickly closed his eyes before the first dribbles of wine splashed onto his face. When none came he opened his eyes and watched as Iris with supreme control allowed a stream of wine to slowly dribble from the amphora onto her chest.
The wine slowly made its way down through the valley between her ripe breasts and over her stomach before mixing with her natural juices. Pentheus lapped at her swollen pink flesh and with no toying started to push his fingers into her. He swirled his tongue, lapped at her like a hungry dog and sucked her flesh into his mouth desperately as she moved her hips and panted. He watched from between her thighs as she grabbed her breasts, tweaking her own nipples. Her breath came faster and faster as he licked and lapped at her cunt. She started trembling and then
let out a scream of pleasure, soaking Pentheus face with her juice before finally falling of him and gasping for breath.
Pentheus lay there, his face drenched with Iris’s juices as she lay by his side getting her breath back. Gradually she quietened and her face loomed over his as she plastered his face with kisses before pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. “Your turn” she whispered into his ear before he felt her hand on his member once again. She gave a quiet moan as he lay limp on his stomach before sliding down his body and rubbing her breasts over his cock. It twitched and she smiled placing it between her fleshy orbs and pushing them together. Pentheus watched as his cock was squashed between two warm globes of flesh and it rapidly hardened.
