I began to bob my head as the servant girls had imitated one another doing. Of course, I had never attempted anything like this before. I had never even kissed a man and, I couldn’t help but remember, I still hadn’t, because neither Lysander, nor any of these beasts had deigned to kiss me yet. Or perhaps they didn’t feel it within their right? Regardless, this was a subject about which I was totally ignorant. I was determined to give it my all, however, and I bobbed my head, letting his cock slide as far back down my throat as I could manage, gurgling as it gagged my ever so slightly.
Lysander groaned in delight, running his fingers through my hair, thrusting his hips ever so slightly into my throat. His fingers tightened in my hair and I whimpered onto his cock, before suddenly, he forced me off his cock and back onto the bed.
He pushed my legs back and leaned into me, pressing his cock this time against my asshole. Well, this was it—what my mother had warned me about. I squeezed my eyes shut and there it was, his cockhead sliding into my tight, puckered hole, spreading me open as if gutting me, his length claiming the tightest, most vulnerable spot on my body. I let out a strangled cry as my muscles gave up their resistance and his dick invaded me, breaking through my flesh and impaling me. My heart was pounding and it beat a tattoo in my skull as if I had the drums of war leading troops into battle right there, inside my skull. Lysander leaned forward and his lips claimed mine in a soul-searing kiss.
So. This. This is what they were talking about, when girls and poets speak of love and kissing. This is what people fight about. This is why Paris stole Helen and why Agamemnon and Ajax and all those heroes raised hell across the sea to get her back.
It was like hot, spicy honey was being poured directly down my throat as he kissed me, his tongue digging into my lips, suckling at my lower lip and drinking in my mouth, drinking in my essence. I’m sure he could taste his own cock on my lips, and by extension, his cum and my juices. It was enough to distract me from the searing pain that spread from my ass as his cock invaded me, driving into my narrow chamber, my tight hole stretched lewdly around his thick shaft.
Lysander pulled his hot lips off mine.
“The little wench needs more wine,” he announced. Laughing, one of the other wolves brought the cup back over and emptied it into my mouth. I glugged it down as best I could, swallow the sweet, vaguely acrid liquid as Lysander’s cock plunged into me, plumping my tight depths, driving into me, shredding my innards in the most pleasing, most delicious way possible. His lips began to suckle and assault my nipples, teasing them and sliding across them, his tongue swirling around them as his cock pumped me. He dropped a hand down and slid a few fingers into my pussy, which were then followed by a few more and before I knew what was happening, he had his entire hand up to his wrist inside my pussy. My ass and my pussy were being violated by this Spartan werewolf and I was totally helpless! Not there I wanted to do anything about it… The things I do for my people, after all.
I groaned as Lysander made a fist inside my pussy, pounding and punishing my tight channels. His hand inside my pussy almost certainly made my ass tighter for him and I groaned, my body accepting his length and his fist without question, my eyes squeezed shut.
Then, I felt his cock begin to pulse inside of me. He was cumming again! I groaned as I felt his cock, sticky cum invade my ass, burning and sticking to the walls of my ass. I sighed and thrashed from side to side, groaning as he came.
Lysander’s handsome face was contorted in a howl of pleasure and the wolves at his side took a break from stuffing their faces with mutton and glugging wine as they saluted their leader.
With a satisfied sigh, Lysander pulled his throbbing, soft cock out of my ass, letting it gape lewdly for a moment, his cum draining out. How could a single being have that much seed inside of him, just ready to fire it off at a moment’s notice?
“Have at her, boys,” Lysander grunted. “I’ve worked up quite a hunger.”
And with this, Lysander padded over to the vat of wine, pouring himself a great big rhyton full of wine. He took a swig of it and sighed in appreciation.
“Better grog than the Spartans give us, I tell you that…” he mumbled, selecting for himself a particularly juicy leg of lamb.
Now the wolves set upon me. Before I knew what was happening, a huge, throbbing cock, almost as large as Lysander’s, was thrust into my mouth. Obediently, I sucked it while a mouth began to assault my pussy. My clit and pussy lips were incredibly sensitive and I moaned onto the cock in my mouth as I bobbed my head. It was a welcome respite from being pounded, that was for sure. I allowed the cock to slide down deep into my mouth, letting it hit the back of my throat as the hungry young wolf warrior pumped into my mouth, fucking my face and gripping my hair as if I were a toy he were using to pleasure himself.
Meanwhile, the tongue delving into my pussy was taking me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed. I shuddered with delight, my body shaking as I pressed my hips forward, reaching out to find that blessed, licking head. I found a head of curly hair buried between my legs and I gripped him hair in passion, pulling hard at him and pressing my hips forward. I went ahead and wrapped my legs around his head, immobilizing him and forcing him to lick me into oblivion, my pussy muscles shaking as he brought me closer and closer…
Hands were on my tits and so were tongues. One of my own hands was stolen from me and placed on a cock and I began to stroke it, gripping it tightly and working the skin up and down, up and down, stroking all the way up to the tip and sliding down, his cock twitching in my hands. All the while, the tongue between my legs continued its assault, pleasuring me to no end, even as the cock in my mouth began to explode, spurting stream after stream of cum into my mouth. Not knowing what else to do, I swallowed it all obediently, my throat working over time to slurp up ever last drop.
Soon, another cock was placed in my mouth. But I barely noticed, because I was cumming: my pussy was exploding and sending electric convulsions through my entire body as I screamed onto the cock that rapidly invaded my throat. I released my legs, just in time for the wolves to rip me from the bed and bend me over, onto my hands and knees. Before I knew what was happening, one was in my ass and another was beneath me, lowering me onto his cock. I began to ride him as I took the cock in my ass as obediently as I could, moaning onto the dick that was still in my mouth and had been the entire time.
Our passionate orgy continued all night. Finally, the wolves exhausted themselves as the sun began to rise, dripping over the clouds and invading my room. They had passed out in a heap on the bed and I lay atop them, my body bruised and beaten and sore and aching, but still very, very satisfied. I had ascended mountains of pleasure and pain I had never thought possible and, most importantly, I had survived the experience.
“You certainly do care about your people. It’s not many rulers who would subject themselves to something like that just to save a bunch of groveling peasants and merchants,” Lysander said from where he sat across the room. After he had his turn with me, he had moved off to the side, allowing his men to enjoy their fill while he ate and drank in silence. These were the first words he had spoken to me all night, since he had finished inside of me.
“I don’t see groveling peasants and merchants,” I said, my voice husky and hoarse. “I see proud citizens. That’s where we differ.”
Lysander grinned, wolfishly.
“Let us help you depose your father,” he said suddenly. My eyes widened and I sat up, one of the wolves whose cock was still in my asshole mumbling as I slid off him.
“What did you say?”
“You are better than him—it’s easy to see that. You are smarter and more compassionate and a better leader. He has no sons, so there will be a war once he dies anyway. Let’s get it over with now. We can’t go back to Sparta but we’ll stand behind you and that’s all that’s needed. We’re the equal of any army your father could muster, easily. Sparta won’t dare attack you while we’re here.”
My eyes narr
owed. “You’ll help me take the throne but what do you require of me to help me keep it?”
Lysander rose with a smile. He extended a hand to me and I took it, as he drew me close.
“Be my wife,” he said softly. “I’ll continue to share you with my men, since what is mine is theirs, but you didn’t seem to mind that last night. We’ll rule together.”
My heart was pounding fast in my chest as I looked into his handsome face, bestial but somehow loving.
“Yes. Yes, I want this.”
“Once my men awake, we’ll move. We’ll send your father into exile this morning and install you by afternoon. There might be a small fight but nothing we can’t handle. By tomorrow, the city will be ours and you can begin to govern.”
He held me tightly and together, we gazed off into the rising sun and the future that dribbled off of the horizon and into my chambers. I stood there, the sun anointing me Queen of Baratheos, with my wolf King by my side…
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