Chapter 9 continues

     Now, when they had exhausted themselves of all energy and stamina, Thera and Vyakles rest together covered in sweat and the night dew, feeling as if they had just raced to Athens and back. Now after a moment in each others arms, catching their breath, the king bade Thera to come with him back to her tent so he may say goodnight. Here Thera, clever as ever, spoke to the king saying "Now, if you will forgive me, oh king! But your words were as stated 'If I take you in your bed tonight would I promise to take Vasha into me tomorrow.'
     "Yes, these are my words." Vy answered as they walked together down the path back to the encampment.
     "You will agree the forest floor is not my bed." Thera smiled like a cat who had just swallowed a canary.
     "No the forest floor is not your bed."
     "Then, according to your word, you must still take me in my bed, according to the promise." she smiled wanting another chance at his seed to take root in her womb, for Thera wanted desperately a daughter from this brave and noble king.
     King Vy laughed a little and he could appreciate her cunning desire to be with him once more. "Come let us hasten ourselves to your bed before Dawn brings forth Apollo. For the night is still with us and you and I have made an agreement."
     The two drew up an impatient energy from their great well of strength, hurrying back to the city of tents. Thera directed the king to her private tent as she remained outside for just a moment longer, this was to be sure all was quiet, save the sound of the satisfied, snoring men who lie sleeping with the women and virgins of Themiscyra. Thera knew well the sense of extreme physical satisfaction, for she herself had taken many men into herself, and, after what happened last year, she could not be more delighted to have, if only for one night, the deep passion of the king. So Thera went in closing up the slit in the tent and their she was alone with King Vyakles, who lie naked, reclining on her bed atop the crisp white linen sheets. Thera felt a chill run up and down the length of her spine and the little hairs on the back of her neck stood erect as she beheld this dark-eyed, bronze-skinned, naked angel in her presence. Thera thought of the God Heracles, King Leonidas, and Achilles had been brought to life in this perfect living man. So strong and powerful was Vyakles it was as if one of the ancient statues from the Acropolis had come to life.
     "Come to me now." King Vyakles said as he himself became erect in her presence and as Thera slipped off her dirty night gown she went over to the king sitting herself upon him as he lay back on the bed. Thera took in many deep breaths using her strong muscular thighs to move herself up and down as if she were riding in her saddle. The king was overwhelmed by her strength of body and he noted how his wife was so thin and frail this made vigorous lovemaking difficult for such a powerfully enthralled man such as he. Now here, this exquisitely fit, beautiful, foreign born woman was bringing him to an ecstasy he could only have dreamed of. While he brought himself to bare inside her Vy had sudden flashes of thoughts of Vasha with Thera, so more fuel, to feed the angry spirit of jealousy, was added to the fire which filled his heart and mind.