The Voyage of the Cleitonauts - Part 2

Part 2

During the meal, Poulxeria once more anticipated my every move. I took the opportunity presented by her closeness to touch and fondle every reachable part. In truth she seemed not to be be at all reluctant, so I was surprised, after the meal, when once more she rejected my entreaties. When she refused my advances, with what appeared to be genuine reluctance, even as I caressed her ample breasts, I half-expected her to offer to repeat the manipulations she had lavished upon me the previous evening, but instead she took my hardness into the warmth of her mouth most effectively and thoroughly.

With a laugh and a command to the women that they take good care of us, the island men adjourned elsewhere to perform some native ritual.

Not only did Poulxeria wrap her rosy-pink lips around the shaft that protruded from my loins, taking most of its length, but she also made most wondrous use of her tongue, piercing the tip of the tube of my foreskin with it and swirling about the knob within. Her hands likewise provided the sack beneath with considerable pleasure, gently kneading the spheres within. All the while, as Poulxeria's hands did their work, she drew the shaft into the wet cavern of her mouth, pulling her cheeks against it. She swirled her tongue under the head, whose bulbous knob she had exposed by drawing the skin back with her lips. Holding and stroking the shaft with the tips of her long fingers, she ran her soft lips over the head, kissing the very tip with a pout. Then she slowly sucked it in. Soft waves of wet pleasure crashed against the rocky shore of my being as she kissed and licked my throbbing shaft.

Nor were my hands unoccupied either, for I took the opportunity to stroke them over the orbs of her breasts and her behind, and even to examine and agitate the plug which held the tail that so delightfully adorned her bounteous butt.

She provided to me an artful and prolonged dalliance, repeatedly inserting my member between her pursed lips. As delightful as was this oral ministration, I fervently wished to bury my pole in her lovely body. I renewed my fervent entreaties while tugging rhythmically at her tail. At last Poulxeria relented, opening her mouth and thereby allowing my staff to fall from it, to say that I may not have her virginity, but that I may instead replace the plug that I had been agitating; replace it with the manly shaft she had been polishing. I was beside myself with elation. She led me using my stiff wand as a handle as she might that of a jug, led me to a side room of the lodge.

I wasted no time in removing, albeit gently, the pear-shaped gourd and long-haired tail that adorned Poulxeria's posterior. She responded by anointing my shaft with slippery oil and raising her rump up to me, her knees wide-spread upon the floor, her pulchritudinous breasts dangling with their nipples nearly touching the pillow beneath her elbows. The sight that thus greeted my eyes vied with the most luxuriant sunset at sea, the most wondrous alabaster temple, indeed the most glorious sight I had previously seen. Poulxeria's sweet globes, and the wondrous particulars between them winking at me, were nearly too much to bear. With an outcry of joy I impaled her gaping back entrance with one massive plunge.

Nor was I alone in my shout of pleasure, for she called out as well, imploring me to continue, to plunder her as exhaustively as I was able. And that I did. Holding her hips in hand and probing the depths of her entrails, I repeatedly thrust deeply into her. Then, in a most un-slave-like fashion, she commanded that I lie back upon the pillows and mounted me, sliding my stiffness into her bottom and sitting down hard. She rode me, galloping arduously until, with an exclamation and an exhortation to Zeus, her belly shook and the vibration of her legs nearly brought the building down upon our heads. Then, with her anal sheath thus convulsing and clenching my hardness, I too erupted, filling her bowels with my hot seed, and roaring like a lion in my passions. When our combined spasms ceased, she collapsed upon me, my shaft still staked within her, until, shrunken, it fell out and we rolled onto our sides.

It was in the hushed speech that we then shared, that I learned the reason for their insistence upon remaining virginal. For Poulxeria, on being thus prodded to speak, told to me a history of the island and its people.

Once, in the past, as she told it to me, the island had been home to two tribes; the northerners of whom the slaves had descended, and the southerners that were now our hosts. There had been a period of indecisive war, neither side gaining ascendancy, until the appearance of a clan of Minotaurs. These creatures, half men, half bull, had at first devoured all the horses of this island, which accounted for their absence today. But then the southerners engaged in an accord with the monsters, and the Minotaurs vanquished the tribe of the north.

The Minotaurs immediately raped and killed all adults of the defeated, both sexes of them. And as several of the monsters held them screaming, the testicles of the northern boys were eaten by other Minotaurs right off their living bodies, thus accounting for the state of the male slaves I had seen, though now grown. However, in the course of the drunken victory festivity that followed, the Minotaurs had fallen out among themselves, and in a frenzy had killed one another. That is all but one, who escaped his comrades by slinking off into the hills.

Then, the Minotaurs gone, the southerners, who had been cringing in fear at the slaughter, enslaved the girls and the castrated boys of the north. And they soon replaced the devoured horses with the slave girls, and adorned them as pony-girls as we had seen.

The one remaining Minotaur was not content with living alone among the hills, however. Once each year he descends from his lair and demands as tax a fresh young virgin, on pain of wreaking havoc and slaughter upon the southerners. Such was to be the fate of one of the young women by whom my men and I had been entertained. Poulxeria allowed that she was almost too old, at sixteen, to be of interest to the monster. She was, therefore, to be at the front of the line the villagers planned to present for the Minotaur's selection.

So I did ask her, inquiring what it was that the Minotaur did with these virgins that were thus sacrificed to him. And she did answer, saying that it was not known, but generally it is conjectured that he would fuck her brains out, Minotaurs being endowed in the manner of bulls, and that afterward he might kill her and eat her, not necessarily in that order.

At this I did offer to eat her, but without causing her harm, and she smiled and agreed, spreading her thighs to admit my face. Amid sounds of pleasure ensuing from her mouth, I feasted on her nectar, swirling with the lips of my mouth the lips of her nest, and sucking the tiny nut hidden among them. Taking a moment to remove my mouth to do so, I asked if she wished for this fate that awaited her. She replied, saying that she would much prefer to lose her brains to a human, especially one endowed such as I. And, of course, she wished not to be killed. As I continued to feast, I considered the situation, and then asked her, when it was that the Minotaur would come to exact his tax.

Tomorrow, was her reply. And so, she added just before she plummeted over the brink once more, it must be the hand of Zeus or that of Hera, to bring the likes of me to her on the eve of her sacrifice. As I caused her to twitch in ecstasy I resolved that this atrocity would not take place; that I would bring an end to the tyranny of the Minotaur.

And it was thus that I devised a plan. I explained the plan to her, and then with her willing help, I ruined the chance of the Minotaur to have Poulxeria as a virgin. My hardness quickly returned with the assistance of her lips and then she lay back on the cushion. Her cry of defloration quickly became utterances of pleasure. Shortly after, once again she had us trade places and leaped happily onto me, this time impaling herself in the more typical way. She bounded upon me, then undulated with my phallus deeply in her cavern, then repeatedly leaped again, until we both succumbed to our raptures, the hot sheath of her vagina pulsating on my deeply buried and erupting shaft. She thence held me deeply within her as she collapsed upon my chest.

After we recovered our wits, I gathered my men, and we rowed once more to the ship, where I outlined the rest of my plan. We made our preparations. Early the following morning, the entire compliment of my men, armed with our shields, swords, spears and slings, rowed quietly back to shore. We climbed the low hill and I strode directly to the hut of Glaukos, the island leader. Confronting him, I opened my mouth, saying that I would not tolerate the Minotaur taking Poulxeria or any other girl for his foul pleasures, and that I would stand in the way of that.

Glaukos laughed, saying that many a man had tried that and failed, suffering mightily at the hands, and other appendages, of the beast, and that my actions of last night only redirected the fate of the Minotaur upon another girl. I told him that my men were ready to prevent that as well. He laughed and reluctantly agreed, warning that the Minotaur's wrath upon me would be intense.

Truly, the slave girls were eager to agree to my plan, though Glaukos seemed to misunderstand the manner in which my men would carry it through. The slave girls spent the next hour with my men in the lodge, and a great deal of gasping and writhing upon the pillows within it occurred while Poulxeria and I stood watch for the Minotaur's appearance. Their activities completed, my men exited and hid themselves, armed and ready, among the buildings about the village, while the women arranged themselves to greet the monster.

My rage and resolve had not weakened, and so when the beast came into the village, I stood in the square before the line of no longer virgin pony-girls and with Poulxeria by my side while the villagers cowered in fear.

Seeing me, the beast trumpeted a roar. I opened my mouth and called to him that his dominion over the young women was at an end, that there were no longer any virgins here, and he should retire forever to his lair never to bother the village again, or else to meet his end by my hand here in the sand of the square. For reply, he came at me, his foul-smelling breath billowing around me as he shouted his refusal.

It must be said that the beast was quick and strong, for before I was able to draw my sword, he was upon me. Thus unarmed, I struck at him with my shield, its shining bronze surface catching him on the side, but his arms and forelegs struck me terrible blows. My striking only served to further enrage him and also to fuel his ardor. My shield flew from my arms from his blows and before I knew what was happening, he had me turned around, my tunic raised, and his enormous erection, as big as my arm, was probing at my rear, spreading my back cheeks and searching for a harbor between them. But my stalwart men appeared, with slings and spears, to rebuff him and drive him back. More quickly than a bolt from Zeus, fifty armed men sprang from behind the buildings. Yet somehow he eluded the slung missiles and parried or evaded the thrusts of their swords and spears, bellowing roars of anger as he danced with an agility unexpected from such a large creature.

He had flung me to the ground at their attack, and I was turning to rise, but once more he was upon me. His powerful arms picked me up and he reared, his dreadful member at my anus, ready to split me open. But at that moment, Telemetros the lookout dealt the Minotaur a fearsome blow upon his hind quarters. I managed to draw my sword and with it slashed blindly behind me. A horrendous bellow of rage and pain issued from the throat of the monster. He released me as Agelaus and Myrto each buried their bronze-tipped spears in the monster's sides. Blood spewed from the stump where my sword had severed its penis and from the gaping wounds made by my men. As the monster dropped me to the ground once more, my sword clattered away from my hand. Despite his mortal wounds, the Minotaur was about to trample me, but naked Poulxeria ran up, scooped up my weapon and plunged it into the Minotaur’s heart, felling it on the spot as I scrambled away.

Glaukos and the other island men cheered, hardly believing their eyes as the Minotaur expired. Agelaus retrieved my sword from the carcass to return it to me and Poulxeria bent to my aid. People ran from the buildings, filling the square and goggling at the fallen creature.

Glaukos called for a feast in celebration of their freedom from the Minotaur’s tyranny, and to thank us and the Gods. I and my men were carried by the crowd to the lodge, and heralded as the heroes of the day. Much food and drink were consumed, many gifts were bestowed upon all of my men, and, at the end of the evening, my men were spent and there was not a virgin left on the island, slave or freeborn.

The journey home was long, since the winds were contrary and the ships laden with island goods. Glaukos and the islanders had also given Poulexria to me, as though it had been possible to keep her away from me, and so I spent a great deal of the journey in my cabin, engaged in explorations having nothing to do with new lands or people. The girl was most inventive, and many were the positions and activities that we discovered. My concern for the reaction of Thronia when we arrived at home were all for nothing, as she had, in the interim, taken up with the winemaker.

Agelaus and Myrto often sailed to the island thereafter, bringing back many goods of high value. Each time they gave me a share in their profits for having found the place and for making us into heroes. Never did they find the Ring of Gygos. I remained at home, for Poulexria kept me thoroughly occupied and well drained of the energy for any other activity.

The End