Bred by the Spartans (15 page)

The curse kept her lips sealed as she looked at them, but she did her best to put an eager expression upon her face.

“The god said, ‘in double saddle of love and lust,’” Leontes said. “Thaleia, what do you think that means?”

Thaleia looked at him, longing to be able to say exactly what she thought it meant, and to beg them to make her do it, but she could only look at him in hope that he would tell her what he and Theoleon thought it meant.

“You must prepare yourself,” said Theoleon. He looked at Thaleia, and she tried to look back in a way that suggested she was prepared.

Leontes said, “We think it may mean that we must make you ride us as a double saddle… that is…”

The most wonderful thing about it was that Thaleia could easily tell that her Spartans were so aroused by the thought of having their girl that way that they could scarcely contain themselves.

“We are going to take you at the same time, sweet Thaleia, in your cunt and in your bottom,” said Leontes, his lust getting the better of him. “And we are going to do it right here and right now.”

“Oh, gods…” Thaleia said.

“Be brave now, and obedient,” Theoleon said.

“We are resolved,” Leontes said, “upon having you this way, and you shall not escape, even if we must whip you until you cannot sit down for weeks.”

“It is the curse,” said Theoleon.

“As soon as we thought of it, we knew we must make you do it, whether it makes a hero inside you or not,” Leontes said. “But we promised one another that we would build the cradle first, to show that we obeyed the god.”

Chapter Fifteen

Zeus, invisible, stood in the shadows, and watched Thaleia and her Spartans begin to fulfill their destiny.

“Get us ready, Thaleia,” the brown-eyed one—Theoleon, wasn’t it?—commanded.

“On your knees,” said the blue-eyed one—Leontes?—yes, that was right.
These Spartans and their lions.

Zeus watched the men raise their chitons to show their enormous cocks, at least the size of Zeus’ own, when, as now, he manifested himself as a human man. The sky god could not help himself: he grew as hard as they were when he saw Thaleia, with a look of wanton submission on her face, begin to go from cock to cock, trying to give equal pleasure to each of her two protectors.

The Spartans themselves did not go easy on her: they used her mouth the same way Zeus longed to use it—the same way he
would
use it, if he were permitted to manifest himself now, and he could steal Thaleia’s irresistible charms for himself. Since the night he had broken her, Zeus had found himself completely unable to stop thinking about this girl. The moment her hero began to grow, he knew he would be free to take her back to Olympus, and there they would do the deeds of Eros so vigorously and so long that the Muses would have to sing epics about the way mighty Zeus fucked his delightful Thaleia.

Theoleon refused to let Thaleia take her mouth from his cock, though it appeared to Zeus that she wanted to shift to Leontes; both of Theoleon’s hands came around the girl’s head, and he moved his cock strongly back and forth, making her gag. Then at last he pulled her head back, and he himself turned her mouth and plunged it onto his spear-brother’s waiting cock. Zeus had enjoyed many a girl with his brothers, whether Poseidon or Hades, but he nevertheless found himself lost in admiration of the way these Spartans gave their girl exactly what she needed. He found that he had put his hand under his own chiton, and begun to pump his own cock in sympathy with the way the generous Theoleon now worked the stiff member that stood out proudly from his muscular loins and let Leontes have his turn using Thaleia’s mouth. Faster and faster Theoleon’s hand moved, until Zeus worried that the Spartan might spill his seed uncontrollably onto Thaleia’s face as she let Leontes hold her mouth still so that he could thrust into it as forcefully as he liked. The wet sounds of a well-fucked mouth came from that brutal union, and even knowing the curse that lay upon Thaleia, Zeus could scarcely credit the look of adoration in the girl’s eyes as the huge Spartan cock had its way with her face.

At what seemed to Zeus the last possible moment, Leontes said, “We must do it now, or I will lose my seed, my spear-brother.”

Theoleon, looking a little dazed from the extremity of the pleasure, looked about himself a little wildly. Fixing finally on Leontes, he nodded, his eyes still wide.

“Remember how we planned it,” Leontes said. “You on your back.”

There was a little couch in there, which Zeus saw immediately was of the perfect height and width. Still looking as if he believed himself in a waking dream, Theoleon lay down upon it, on his back. His cock sprang up, and Zeus realized to his astonishment that the Spartans truly were endowed beyond the powers of the gods themselves. Even he, much though he wanted to see Thaleia ride her double saddle, winced a bit as he thought of the ordeal she must undergo upon two cocks of such length, thickness, and rigidity.

Theoleon’s feet were on the floor, his knees bent, so that Thaleia’s backside would be presented properly to Leontes’ cock when the time came.

“Get on that cock, Thaleia,” said Leontes, gruffly. The curse had waxed to full strength in the arousal of the three actors upon this erotic stage of heroic destiny. Zeus himself could feel his own desire—his
need
—to fuck Thaleia growing and growing: his powerlessness to intervene and simply take her, then bear her away to some mountaintop and keep her there upon his cock for twelve days and nights seemed the cruelest trick the cosmos had ever played.

Thaleia, still on her knees, seemed even deeper in that dream of lust than Theoleon. The ecstatic look in her eyes seemed to Zeus almost mystical, as if she were seeing beyond the world into some other realm. She had heard Leontes, but her soul seemed unable to make her body move.

Leontes brooked no delay, but lifted the girl up, and took her in his arms, seeming to shudder at the sheer pleasure of that simple sensation. The sight of it, of little Thaleia, with her white skin, in the sun-browned arms of her Spartan, sent a shudder of longing through Zeus, too.

Firmly, though not roughly, Leontes placed the girl over his spear-brother on the couch, her knees on either side of Theoleon’s taut abdomen, while Theoleon took his cock in his hand and moved it so that the head came up against the place where it would go into her furrow just where the little grotto began. Thaleia gave a little whimper, perhaps imagining the trial to come: her ride upon the terrible double saddle. Zeus nearly cried out in his own arousal as he saw Thaleia’s lovely furrow, and her pink rear entrance, revealed so charmingly to his lustful eyes.

“Shh,” said Leontes, his arousal clearly upon him. “Shh. It’s time to take Theoleon inside, girl. Get that cunt on his cock right now.” He gave Thaleia a spank with his huge right hand, across both her little bottom cheeks, and she cried out. She lowered herself a little, and Theoleon groaned. Unable to help himself, it seemed, he took her flanks firmly in his hands and pulled her down hard upon him, as Thaleia gave a puppy-like cry of submissive discomfort and pleasure.

“Just ride Theoleon for a little while, sweet girl,” said Leontes. Zeus watched as he anointed his cock with olive oil, pumping his hand slowly up and down, as he took in the sight of the Spartans’ broken goddess, riding the enormous cock that made her moan with every downward movement and sigh with every upward one.

Leontes moved so that he was blocking Zeus’ view of
Thaleia’s secret parts, standing behind her and preparing to take her backside. Zeus moved around, silently and invisibly, to the other side of the trio, unwilling to lose a moment of the visual pleasure of the wanton scene. Theoleon’s eyes were closed as he felt the sweet motions of Thaleia’s cunt upon him. Thaleia’s face was shaped into a mask of helpless pleasure, though Zeus saw that she bit her lips at the pain, too. Leontes stilled her hips, and suddenly Thaleia’s eyes flew open, and she screamed in lewd abandon as her second Spartan forced his way into her.

“Zeus!” she cried out, and looked directly into the sky god’s eyes.

“Gods…” gasped Leontes. “Oh, gods… what a bottom…”

Could she see him? Her eyes narrowed even as she closed them, trying to bear the ordeal she knew she must bear. She kept them shut tight, then, for her Spartans had begun to ride, gradually finding the rhythm that would let both of them thrust, one after the other, over and over.

“Is this what you wanted, you slut?” Theoleon gasped.

“Are you on your double saddle, girl?” said Leontes.

“Yes!” screamed Thaleia. “Yes! I love it! I love you! Oh, gods, I think the curse is broken. I love you… I want you… oh, Zeus… ride me… ride me so hard, you Spartiates…”

“Apollo…” shouted Theoleon.

Zeus had never felt envy such as he felt then, hearing his own name called out by the most desirable creature in the cosmos, as two mighty mortal warriors bred their hero inside her.

The two Spartans came, then, jerking wildly against poor Thaleia’s body as she made questioning little whines, and then cried out, loudly, with her own bliss.

Her eyes opened, and again looked right at Zeus. She whispered again, “Zeus,” and looked away, down at Theoleon. She lowered her head, and lay still for a long moment upon the chest of the brown-eyed Spartan, as Leontes stroked her back, gently.

“You did it,” said Thaleia. “I can feel the seed quickening inside me, somehow… and somehow I know he belongs to both of you, Apollo knows how.”

Leontes picked her up gently, and carried her to the broad sleeping couch, where the three lay all together.

“Is the curse broken, truly?” asked Leontes, sleepily, after a time. “For I still wish to ravish you, Thaleia.”

“I, too,” said Theoleon.

Thaleia giggled. “Truly, I do not know. I do know, though, that I can tell you that I would like to ride my double saddle tomorrow, too.”

They were quiet, then, and soon the Spartans slept.

“Zeus?” said Thaleia, then. “I know you are here.” She sat up upon the couch and scanned the room.

“I am,” Zeus said, emerging from the shadows and trying to sound authoritative despite his urge to plead with her to come with him to a mountain retreat and let him use her for days on end.

“How is it that I can see you?” Thaleia asked.

“I am not Apollo, girl,” he replied. “I do not know.”

“Perhaps once my hero began to grow, I became in part a goddess again?”

“Perhaps,” said Zeus. “In any case, I am going to take you away with me now, back to Olympus, and fuck you properly at last. You will be a goddess again, certainly, after that, and you will be able to look after your little Monocrates properly.”

“Do not try it, lord,” said Thaleia. “You have no power upon me now, for I have by my side the strongest warriors in all the lands of men.” She sounded defiant, but also frightened, for she must know that even her Spartans could not fight against the sky god. Then something seemed to occur to her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Zeus through the semi-darkness of the room. “You really do have no power upon me, do you? I am neither mortal nor goddess now, and if what I feel is correct, the choice is mine. If I choose to be a mortal woman, and to stay with my Spartans, you may not even smite me, for my son will save Greece in the 20th generation.”

Thaleia laughed then, lightly and happily, and for a long, long time. Theoleon and Leontes began to stir next to her, grumbling that she woke them. Zeus had never heard a more wonderful sound than that laughter, or one that made him more angry. With a shooing gesture, Thaleia dismissed the father of gods and men, and turned to her warriors.

“Shh,” she said. “I was just thinking how fortunate a woman I am, and it made me laugh.”

Epilogue

Argeia sat next to her mortal sister on a stone bench by the wall of the courtyard, watching their child heroes, big enough now so that their heads came to their fathers’ ribs, play in the bright sun. They had stick-swords, and they shouted out orders like “Slay that dragon!” and “Bow before the might of Sparta!” They looked very different: Photeros, the elder by a month, the fosterling, with his golden hair and green eyes, and Monocrates, the stronger boy as was already clear, of the dark hair and the clear blue eyes.

Argeia thought back to the time before she had borne Photeros in the palace of Hera, of how bitter she had been. Apollo had come to visit her once a week, and had listened patiently, reassuring her as he held her hand, that she would feel differently once her son and Thaleia’s son were together.

But by that time, beginning to feel her body change, and to grow big with Photeros, Argeia had only cried and raged. Finally, Mother Hestia had brought her to the palace of Athena and said, “Lady Athena, I think Argeia here could use some of your wisdom.”

Argeia had been mystified that Hestia thought that the maiden Athena could have any aid to offer, but the warrior girl gravely accepted the charge from Hestia, and walked around her courtyard with the pregnant one. “Your sister, they say,” began Athena, simply, “has found happiness with two Spartan warriors, and will bear a hero.”

“Yes,” Argeia said, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. Even Athena knew of Thaleia’s triumph.

“And you will bear a hero who will be his companion.”

“Yes,” Argeia replied. “His companion.” Now she knew that her tone betrayed frustration.

Athena stopped walking and turned to Argeia. “I am the goddess of heroes,” she said. “I am their companion.”

Argeia felt herself turn red. “Lady,” she said, “I did not mean…”

Athena’s face showed no anger. Truly, her grey eyes showed nothing but kindness. She held up her hand to stop Argeia’s protest. “I know, dear girl. I took no offense. But I believe that when you see how your hero and your sister’s look upon one another, and how they love one another, your happiness will be boundless. I only wish to help you feel some of that happiness now.”

The envy of Thaleia’s son had fallen away then. But Argeia had realized that it left a greater envy behind. “And what of my own life, lady? How am I to love my sister when she has her Spartans, and I have only my lakes?”