"Betting on the Cum"
Naughty Elena
Author's Note: this report is a sequel to "Pasiphae" and resultant from the Greek myth of the Muddle and the Minotaur.
"How unfair," I said, "that a princess of Crete should be less limitless than the lowliest slave. Life in the palace, with perceptive clothes and trinkets and luxuries, was a providence that even freeborn women would have wished for.
I knew that my wealth and prospects were lovely – my wife would succeed my priest as king of Crete. Even were I hideous as a Gorgon, my post alone would have made me a important bride. I had often bemoaned the destiny that took my amount of love from my hands, and appoint my future in the dynastic whims of kingdoms and princes. I despised the idea of being a piece in such a willing. Trade goods in lady form.
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And yet, I was. Minos was not adolescent, and suffered bouts of under the weather health. If he should go to meet your maker before I was carefully wed, the kingdom might be torn away from each other by struggle and disturbances.
Too, and perhaps more prominently, I was weary of being treated reminiscent of a little daughter. I was a woman grown, and age-mates of mine were already wives, mothers. They enjoyed the generous gifts of Aphrodite, gifts that remained essentially a mystery to me.
Oh, I knew something of them, of course of action. The palace in custody many fine pieces of fine art celebrating the joys of the supernatural being of love. Men and women, men and men, women and women, disheveled in ways I might never have imagined.
Nor was I a stranger to the individual pleasures of my deceased. I had explored its contours and crevices with hands first bizarre and then urgent.
These thoughts led me to proceedings, there in the bath as the fill up slipped and lapped so comfortingly around me. My breath quickened, a flush bust over my visage, my eyes drifted clogged. He was the very best of perfection, the develop and visage of Adonis. He would, on our wedding dark, take me avidly into his arms and shower kisses on my lips, my throat, my breasts ... he would strip me as he murmured his devotion … he would be with refinement proportioned, lean thighs, flat belly, a phallus that might have been dotingly crafted by the whim of Aphrodite herself. I knew from the speech of the servants that the first time, as that gate was breached, would be a moment's bind, but my darling love and spouse would kiss me and word reassurances until the irritation had passed. And then, with slow and careful strokes, he would move back and into the open within me until we dissolved in bliss together.
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I would nap that night in his arms, whole and fulfilled. I would arouse to find him smiling at me, and no more would I be the shy bride by the on the ball wife … I would pleasure him with my hands and my rudeness until he was itch with the need to sink once more into the conviviality of my quantity. I pushed my thighs together, trapping my employee between them, and domed my back as sweet-tempered ripples raced towards the outside from my core to tingle across my skin and curl my toes.
When I opened my eyes, it was to find my servant standing before me with a pure white drying cloth. I was mortified, but she wore a peek so bland and dispassionate that I could not sustain my embarrassment.
I tried to withhold a sudden upswelling of excitement as these provision neared completion. My parents were in the end treating me as an adult and not as a young person to be secluded. I was not to continue alone in my chambers tonight while the buffet went on and the tribute was presented.
Errant eddies of wrap around through my window brought me tantalizing hints of the delicacies being prepared in the majestic kitchens. From my gap, I could see the unfamiliar form of the Athenian vessel in the shelter.
Once, so they said, Minos of Crete had been a operate of imposing tallness and strength. It was challenging to see any sign of that guy in the one who wheezed and lumbered into the feast hall that darkness. My mother had preferred not to attend, so I was established her seat at the distinguished table
At last, it came period for the excise to be open. I sat up straighter, wondering what style of prize it would be. Gold and silver? Precious jewelry? Seven youths and seven maidens, none of them much older than myself.
I saw such terror in their eyes that my heart quailed.
Minos swilled wine, wiped his mouth, and regarded them. Let them be given unto the Minotaur!"
The assembled crowd gasped, but it was an eager gasp full of bright-eyed anticipation. The Athenians clung to each other in despair.
The jumble! As punishment, he and his young son had been exiled to a unproductive and rocky island. I had been distraught, for Icarus had been one of my few playmates, almost as an leader brother to me. Until now, I had not said it. But, investigation its dire name from my very father's lips, I could no longer qualm that it was factual.
My father's citizens surged to stay on the guards as the prisoners were ushered from the antechamber. Its lobby was a tall arch, at the grounding of which was a gilded impression of a bull's head with wide curves of horn and eyes made from rubies. The exit, stained black, stood commence. A chill breeze, damp as the very breath of three-headed Cerberus, issued from it.
Beyond the entry was a protracted and narrow extent of rough-hewn seed. Its walls were lined with tiers of bare, tricky benches. The Athenians were herded into a assembly at the meeting point. At their feet, a massive trap door was collection into the stump. Its bolt was as thick as a man's forearm.
At a signal from Minos, two of the guards undid this bolt. Then, as their fellows waited anxiously with spears leaning for attack, they raised the block door.
More damp, cold air gusted into the world. The hole in the center of the marble floor was a pit of darkness.
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