Throwing his sheathed cyphos upon the fertile forest floor, Thera watched, with baited breath, as the King of Sparta untied his long crimson woolen cape casting it off without restraint, exposing his nice strong arms, whereupon he unlaced his gauntlets from his forearms, tossing them down as Vyakles, with the body of a Titan, appearing as a bronzed muscular demi-god stood before her. He, with much focus and quickness, untied his lightweight bronze leg shields throwing them down and as Vyakles looked at his sandals he paused, but Thera gave a sly look as if to say 'yes, those must come off as well'. So it was, the embolden and brazen king began to untie his breast plate and remove his white linen tunic when there he stood before the last Queen of Themiscrya and she was quite delighted and aroused by the sight of his pure, perfect body of which she had not seen in many years. Suddenly, seeing Vyakles in all his naked glory, Thera realized what she was about to do to him would be very difficult, for her, indeed.
Naked, with his black eyes fixated upon Thera, there under the bright canopy of green leaves under the trees, the two great warriors came face to face, though they had come from the ends of the Earth. "Now, I have satisfied your request..," the king said so close to her face she could feel his hot breath upon her lips and peering into her emerald eyes he continued "and now, you shall satisfy mine."
"No..," Thera shook her head in defiant determination. "This fight between us, would still not be fair."
Vyakles laughed at her suggestion and asked "Why..? Is it because I am BIGGER and STRONGER?" he said with a smile and laugh.
Thera met his smile and laugh with one of her own as she replied "No.., for you see, Vyakles, any physical confrontation between us would never be on equal terms..," here she took a tiny step back as the heat emanating off his naked flesh was far too distracting then she added "because I am YOUNGER and BETTER TRAINED!"
Vyakles was not amused by her comment and Thera could tell by the look on his face and the anger in his eyes "I'll be the judge of that!" he snapped as he slapped the queen for her impudence. Her reaction was only to smile and turn her face offering him her other cheek to strike; which he did with such a painful sting it brought a tear to her eye. "Damn you Thera!" he shouted loudly his voice echoing through woods stirring the birds from the trees.
"Too late." she said turning her back to him.
"That's right! Turn your back!" Vyakles shouted in the midst of her passive defiance. "Yes, well I was wrong about you Thera! I thought your mother raised a brave warrior! And not a coward! A coward who turned her back on her own people! Disgraced your throne, abandoned your home!" Vyakles chastised and derided her, but Thera stood strong and still remaining calm, and not hearing any words that came from the king after she heard the word 'mother' come from his mouth.
Mother. Mother is the word GOD whispered upon the lips of children. At this moment there was no one on the face of this Earth Thera longed to see more, than the face of her beloved, long departed mother, Ethera. Oh, what she would give to look into her old eyes once again. Thera would give anything, and as for now, the Queen of Themiscyra would give up a good fight to King Vyakles. Thera cleared her throat as if to speak yet, instead of any brilliant speech, she quickly and swiftly, with all the speed of a lightning bolt, bent forward slightly, kicking back, as hard as a warhorse, landing her heel right in the king's belly with a mighty thrust of force from her strong body{a trick she learned in the Cavalry}. Before Vyakles cold comprehend what had happened he found himself flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him, trying to breathe as Thera stood over him laughing before she turned and ran away.
Gasping for air the stunned and enraged king leapt to his feet bounding through the woods after her like a gazelle and, though she ran as fast as the north wind, Vyakles caught up to her near the slippery banks of a clear mountain stream; whereupon he reached out and she could feel the king closing in on her as she tried to make it to the water. However, Vyakles, swifted-footed, focused, and solely determined, caught Thera by her long flowing hair and with one tight grip the king had her by a handful of her silken tresses. Yanking with a hard, sharp shock, Vyakles had stopped her dead in her tracks. He violently pulled her down to the Earth and she fell flat on her naked back on the cold muddy banks beside the rushing water and she could hear the king's laughter. She struggled to breathe as Thera felt the king leap on top of her, his knees pressed in the ground firmly, as he sat upon her chest, grabbing her by the wrists, pinning her arms and body to the ground. Thera felt the pressure from his massive weight of muscles and bones and her vision was filled with tiny white stars. Vyakles laughed down at her like a hyena, so delighted with his prowess was he. However when he saw Thera open her eyes, her body became very rigid, as hard as stone, then she let out a deep gasp of air as her bright eyes went dim, rolling up into her head, then Vyakles felt her body go limp underneath him as frightened terror arose in his heart for he was afraid Queen Thera, the mother of his children, was no longer breathing.
Naked, with his black eyes fixated upon Thera, there under the bright canopy of green leaves under the trees, the two great warriors came face to face, though they had come from the ends of the Earth. "Now, I have satisfied your request..," the king said so close to her face she could feel his hot breath upon her lips and peering into her emerald eyes he continued "and now, you shall satisfy mine."
"No..," Thera shook her head in defiant determination. "This fight between us, would still not be fair."
Vyakles laughed at her suggestion and asked "Why..? Is it because I am BIGGER and STRONGER?" he said with a smile and laugh.
Thera met his smile and laugh with one of her own as she replied "No.., for you see, Vyakles, any physical confrontation between us would never be on equal terms..," here she took a tiny step back as the heat emanating off his naked flesh was far too distracting then she added "because I am YOUNGER and BETTER TRAINED!"
Vyakles was not amused by her comment and Thera could tell by the look on his face and the anger in his eyes "I'll be the judge of that!" he snapped as he slapped the queen for her impudence. Her reaction was only to smile and turn her face offering him her other cheek to strike; which he did with such a painful sting it brought a tear to her eye. "Damn you Thera!" he shouted loudly his voice echoing through woods stirring the birds from the trees.
"Too late." she said turning her back to him.
"That's right! Turn your back!" Vyakles shouted in the midst of her passive defiance. "Yes, well I was wrong about you Thera! I thought your mother raised a brave warrior! And not a coward! A coward who turned her back on her own people! Disgraced your throne, abandoned your home!" Vyakles chastised and derided her, but Thera stood strong and still remaining calm, and not hearing any words that came from the king after she heard the word 'mother' come from his mouth.
Mother. Mother is the word GOD whispered upon the lips of children. At this moment there was no one on the face of this Earth Thera longed to see more, than the face of her beloved, long departed mother, Ethera. Oh, what she would give to look into her old eyes once again. Thera would give anything, and as for now, the Queen of Themiscyra would give up a good fight to King Vyakles. Thera cleared her throat as if to speak yet, instead of any brilliant speech, she quickly and swiftly, with all the speed of a lightning bolt, bent forward slightly, kicking back, as hard as a warhorse, landing her heel right in the king's belly with a mighty thrust of force from her strong body{a trick she learned in the Cavalry}. Before Vyakles cold comprehend what had happened he found himself flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him, trying to breathe as Thera stood over him laughing before she turned and ran away.
Gasping for air the stunned and enraged king leapt to his feet bounding through the woods after her like a gazelle and, though she ran as fast as the north wind, Vyakles caught up to her near the slippery banks of a clear mountain stream; whereupon he reached out and she could feel the king closing in on her as she tried to make it to the water. However, Vyakles, swifted-footed, focused, and solely determined, caught Thera by her long flowing hair and with one tight grip the king had her by a handful of her silken tresses. Yanking with a hard, sharp shock, Vyakles had stopped her dead in her tracks. He violently pulled her down to the Earth and she fell flat on her naked back on the cold muddy banks beside the rushing water and she could hear the king's laughter. She struggled to breathe as Thera felt the king leap on top of her, his knees pressed in the ground firmly, as he sat upon her chest, grabbing her by the wrists, pinning her arms and body to the ground. Thera felt the pressure from his massive weight of muscles and bones and her vision was filled with tiny white stars. Vyakles laughed down at her like a hyena, so delighted with his prowess was he. However when he saw Thera open her eyes, her body became very rigid, as hard as stone, then she let out a deep gasp of air as her bright eyes went dim, rolling up into her head, then Vyakles felt her body go limp underneath him as frightened terror arose in his heart for he was afraid Queen Thera, the mother of his children, was no longer breathing.
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