Vyakles quickly took his weight off of Thera's body as he slammed his knees into the mud between her legs placing his head upon her chest, pressing his ear against her bare breast the king was delighted to hear the gentle rhythm of her heart beating. Then Vyakles felt her lungs fill with a deep inhalation of air, just as he was about to turn his head and look up Vyakles felt Thera's hands gently touching his head, her fingers running through his short black hair as she caressed his cheek lovingly, with much gentleness. Then she spoke in a soft warm whisper, her words melting away the pain in his hardened heart when she said "Oh, my Vyakles, how I have longed to hold you close.., your skin pressed against me tight." as she gazed in his eyes his body came to rest upon her fully in all his naked glory and the warmth of him felt good to the Queen, for she had missed him dearly.
Feeling the rush of arousal fill his entire body, his face a full flush of red, the eyes of the king as bright as two stars. As Vyakles tenderly ran a finger over her soft moist lips telling her "Hush.. Lie still. Close your eyes." with that Thera obeyed the command of her king and he placed upon her soft pink lips a deep wet kiss that seemed to last for ever. Then Thera, overwhelmed by the great passion of the king, stopped him for a moment, trying her best to catch her breath. Vyakles, wiping his mouth, paused with a severe stare, asking her "Are you still mine?"
"Yes." she gave a soft sweet smile telling him "No one else has come into me. No one else. I can promise you this, above all else."
Here Vyakles gave a satisfied smile as big as a warm blooded lion eating its dinner as he set himself upon her naked, warm, wet body with all the vigor and determination of soldier going off to make war. And this is exactly where, and how, Thera wanted Vyakles, naked on top of her, with her legs free. As the king brought himself to bare upon her with mighty thrusts of his body, pushing ever deeper, slipping harder in and out of her body, Thera slid her muscular thighs around his torso, locking her ankles together in the process, and when Vyakles was at the maximum height of his climactic aggression, she squeezed with all her might around his lungs, pressing all the air from his body, her powerful legs felt like two angry boa constrictors as the king felt all the blood drain away from his head as the light faded away to black. Thera rolled him over and off of her. Vyakles could hear Thera's wicked laughter so enraptured by her own clever deception of the king. Yet again she had tricked him and, luckily for Vyakles, Thera would not have dare killed him.., like she did to the unlucky Thracian General many years before on one of her former, disastrous, breeding campaigns.
Now a moment or so later Vyakles awoke to the sound of Thera splashing around in the clear mountain stream, rinsing the dirt, sand, sweat and mud from off her skin and he screamed "Thera!" naked, enraged and covered in mud Vyakles leapt to his feet running down the bank towards her in furious anger, for now Vyakles had the sudden urge to hold the rebel queen's head under water. As Thera watched Vyakles clambering down the embankment; which she knew it to be a slippery slope indeed, but the king did not care, nor would he take any heed, tripping and falling a few times, Thera watched in horror as the king slipped one last time, this time he fell backwards, the full force of his body came down hard smashing his skull against a fallen tree.
"Vyakles!" Thera screamed seeing the king flat on his back, as he lie perfectly still, not moving, his eyes closed. Thera kept screaming his name as she swam quickly over to him, she climbed up out of the water, dripping wet, kneeling down beside the unconscious king, who was bleeding from a small gash on the back of his head. Thera cradled Vyakles in her arms as she began weeping holding his face in her hands imploring him "Awaken to me my love!"
Here a flutter came to his eyelids, and in a deep voice that was soft as a whisper he said to her "So it is true. You do love me." Vyakles smiled not really hurt at all by the fall, but happy to hear her words.
"Vyakles!" Thera said with astonishment mixed with embarrassment in her eyes she gave a little nod of her head and she told him "Yes.., I have loved you since the first time I set my gaze upon you." Vyakles embraced Thera taking her in his arms, pulling her close to his body as she whispered in his ear "Please forgive me of my transgressions against you."
The two, whom had been separated by many years, and much turmoil, whom had laid awake at night for ages thinking of the other's face, missing each other sorely, their passion turning to anger and rage. Now the King of Sparta and the Queen of Themiscyra were here together on this forbidden island in the middle of a lush green forest and Thera took Vyakles by the hand, leading him into the still water where she rinsed and washed his body, cleansing his skin and washing the blood from his wound. Then together in the cold, refreshing waters they held each other in a long passionate kiss, alone, at last, together again.
Feeling the rush of arousal fill his entire body, his face a full flush of red, the eyes of the king as bright as two stars. As Vyakles tenderly ran a finger over her soft moist lips telling her "Hush.. Lie still. Close your eyes." with that Thera obeyed the command of her king and he placed upon her soft pink lips a deep wet kiss that seemed to last for ever. Then Thera, overwhelmed by the great passion of the king, stopped him for a moment, trying her best to catch her breath. Vyakles, wiping his mouth, paused with a severe stare, asking her "Are you still mine?"
"Yes." she gave a soft sweet smile telling him "No one else has come into me. No one else. I can promise you this, above all else."
Here Vyakles gave a satisfied smile as big as a warm blooded lion eating its dinner as he set himself upon her naked, warm, wet body with all the vigor and determination of soldier going off to make war. And this is exactly where, and how, Thera wanted Vyakles, naked on top of her, with her legs free. As the king brought himself to bare upon her with mighty thrusts of his body, pushing ever deeper, slipping harder in and out of her body, Thera slid her muscular thighs around his torso, locking her ankles together in the process, and when Vyakles was at the maximum height of his climactic aggression, she squeezed with all her might around his lungs, pressing all the air from his body, her powerful legs felt like two angry boa constrictors as the king felt all the blood drain away from his head as the light faded away to black. Thera rolled him over and off of her. Vyakles could hear Thera's wicked laughter so enraptured by her own clever deception of the king. Yet again she had tricked him and, luckily for Vyakles, Thera would not have dare killed him.., like she did to the unlucky Thracian General many years before on one of her former, disastrous, breeding campaigns.
Now a moment or so later Vyakles awoke to the sound of Thera splashing around in the clear mountain stream, rinsing the dirt, sand, sweat and mud from off her skin and he screamed "Thera!" naked, enraged and covered in mud Vyakles leapt to his feet running down the bank towards her in furious anger, for now Vyakles had the sudden urge to hold the rebel queen's head under water. As Thera watched Vyakles clambering down the embankment; which she knew it to be a slippery slope indeed, but the king did not care, nor would he take any heed, tripping and falling a few times, Thera watched in horror as the king slipped one last time, this time he fell backwards, the full force of his body came down hard smashing his skull against a fallen tree.
"Vyakles!" Thera screamed seeing the king flat on his back, as he lie perfectly still, not moving, his eyes closed. Thera kept screaming his name as she swam quickly over to him, she climbed up out of the water, dripping wet, kneeling down beside the unconscious king, who was bleeding from a small gash on the back of his head. Thera cradled Vyakles in her arms as she began weeping holding his face in her hands imploring him "Awaken to me my love!"
Here a flutter came to his eyelids, and in a deep voice that was soft as a whisper he said to her "So it is true. You do love me." Vyakles smiled not really hurt at all by the fall, but happy to hear her words.
"Vyakles!" Thera said with astonishment mixed with embarrassment in her eyes she gave a little nod of her head and she told him "Yes.., I have loved you since the first time I set my gaze upon you." Vyakles embraced Thera taking her in his arms, pulling her close to his body as she whispered in his ear "Please forgive me of my transgressions against you."
The two, whom had been separated by many years, and much turmoil, whom had laid awake at night for ages thinking of the other's face, missing each other sorely, their passion turning to anger and rage. Now the King of Sparta and the Queen of Themiscyra were here together on this forbidden island in the middle of a lush green forest and Thera took Vyakles by the hand, leading him into the still water where she rinsed and washed his body, cleansing his skin and washing the blood from his wound. Then together in the cold, refreshing waters they held each other in a long passionate kiss, alone, at last, together again.
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