Vyakles greatly enjoyed drinking nectar from her lips like sweet water from a fountain, now being he was a king he would not let his passion surpass his reason so he let loose of Thera releasing her from his firm hold and he spoke saying "If I take you in your bed tonight and bring myself to bare upon you, promise me only one thing."
Thera was confused but complied "What ever you wish. What ever it takes. I will make any promise to you which, I give my word, I shall not break." she so vowed to the king.
"When tomorrow comes, and Admiral Vasha comes to entreat you, promise me you will take him to your bed, and establish him as your breeding partner for this season. Instead of me." he said the words bringing a vile taste to his mouth for he would much rather have Thera as his own forever, but alas that was never to be.
"I will take an Admiral in place of a King, he will serve me well to help forget about you. As for now, you yourself have made a bargain with me. Come let us fill our end of the agreement." here she kissed him, his beard tickling her face a little as she laughed softly then she turned in a rush of anticipation as she raced along the path in the woods the king chasing close behind. Then Vyakles caught up to Thera and he fell upon her in a soft patch of lavender and clover that grew thick like a carpet under the cypress trees.
"I am in no need of a bed to take you." Vyakles said as he lay himself upon her and Thera moved to tilt her head back as she rested up on her elbows, feeling the great weight of the kings solid wall of muscles on top of her torso, her long muscular legs open wide knees bent as the King of Sparta kissed her neck and bare breast. They spoke no words between them as the time for talking was over and in a kind gesture the king stood, untied the long cloth from his waist laying the silken crimson fabric atop the soft grasses and flowers. Then he called for Thera's hand as she stood before him in the cool, dark, shadows of the night as she removed the long white thin garment from her body. Thera and Vyakles stood pressing close to one another wrapped in each other's arms, their naked warm bodies coursing with a surge of energy, passion and determination. Thera was overwhelmed with the rush of blood to her brain and body as she kissed this strong brave king and she felt herself blessed among all the women of her nation, maybe tomorrow the damnation of her people might find her, but tonight nothing would keep her heart and mind from it's due course.
So it was the King of Sparta took hold of this strong, beautiful, fertile woman in the night, only the trees and owls and stars as their witness. The king felt the strength of her body pressing and moving underneath him and there he found the deep warmth within her and she took in great breaths wrapping herself around him, with such a pleasure inside her, Thera thought surely her heart would burst from such writhing desire. Naked, wet, the warmth of heaven within, a dangerous desire was building in the Great King's heart for this woman and every moment longer he spent with her fed a jealous spirit within his heart. Thera knew nothing of this as they continued, like animals of the forest, in their lustful abandon, so sweetly aggressive that if anyone were to come upon them now they could not be quite sure if they were making love or trying to kill one another.
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