Heroes in mythology

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The first rays of dawn shone through the tall, arched stone windows onto the marble tabletop. It was as if the immortal goddess of dawn had opened her purple gates in the reddish east, gently caressing my eyelids with her golden, crimson fingers.

Once again, I awoke at my desk in the study, my head throbbing. In the past, even after days of sleeplessness, whenever

Phoebus Apollo, son of Zeus with Aegis, appeared in his golden chariot on the horizon, my energy would be filled by the nameless gods, and I would begin my day's work. But this morning was different, not because of last night's rosy wine, but the bitter fruit of indulgence. I couldn't help but think of my beautiful wife, with her silver ankles.

After eating barley bread and freshly baked veal kidneys, I went to the bathhouse. My beautiful wife, whose face rivaled Aphrodite's, was bathing in the tub. Seeing me enter, she revealed her silvery teeth and said in a winged voice, "My king, are you still troubled by the calamities befalling the city? The god of melancholy has long lingered on your face."

"Olipus, the immortal god, has brought calamity upon this land. This city is tossed about in blood-red waves. The wheat in the fields has withered, the cattle have fallen in the pastures due to the plague, and innocent women have suffered miscarriages. The most hateful fiery plague god has descended upon this city, turning its once beautiful homeland into a desolate wasteland, filled with sorrow and weeping. I am their king, the king who governs them in place of Zeus, the ruler of gods and men. How can I not be troubled?"

My wife gently removed her robes, took my hand, and placed me in the water. The linen, soaked with cool water, brushed against my strong back, and my beautiful queen suddenly embraced me tightly from behind. Her warm, moist lips began kissing my back, gradually moving upwards to my neck. I turned and embraced her shoulders, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Our moist lips intertwined, our tongues, both venomous and beautiful, entwined, each exploring every inch of our mouths. My wife's ivory-like hands had already touched the bulge in my groin, the power bestowed upon men by God, and also the sword that pierces women. I used my strong arms to lift my light, dove-like wife to my chest, her full, Hera-like buttocks settling on my lap. Her fair hands deftly stroked my manhood, her precious possession. My tongue left her beautiful red lips, sweeping behind her marble-like ear, licking her earlobe. My wife murmured softly, as beautiful as a newborn lamb.

My venomous tongue slid from her ear to my wife's divine collarbone, noble yet wanton, capable of driving every man who saw it mad. My wife's muffled groans had turned into low gasps, and she defiantly licked my clever ears and lion-like sideburns. Sixteen years had passed, yet her appearance and body remained as alluring as on our wedding night.

The first time I saw her, she was the king's widowed sister, wearing a long white linen dress, with cascading golden hair, a swan-like neck, breasts as high as Mount Olympus, long arms, and voluptuous legs peeking out from under her dress, her golden strappy wedge heels rivaling Athena's ankles. It was her goddess-like beauty that captivated me, leading me to angrily accept the challenge against the Sorghum.

Arriving at the steep cliffs outside the city, I saw the infamous daughter of the giant Typhon and the serpent Echid. I found she wasn't as terrifying as the rumors suggested; her hair was as black as the sea, dancing in the wind, reminding me of the tragic Medusa with her infamous head of snakes. In popular lore, she was said to have a ferocious appearance, but the woman before me was as beautiful as Artemis in the night. Her famous lion's body wasn't covered in sword-like golden mane from the neck down; she had long, slender, white arms, and nimble fingers that could conjure various beautiful poses. She had unusually full breasts with brown nipples. From the waist down, she transformed into a lion's body. And then there were the golden wings on her back.

Upon seeing me, she didn't ask any of the muse's questions. Her swift tail swept me to the ground, she pounced, straddled me, and swiftly tore off my robes. Her strength surpassed that of any enemy I had ever encountered; she was practically a demigod, instantly rendering me, lying on the ground, completely powerless to resist. The lion's tail, as nimble as a hand, suddenly coiled around my lower body, my male pride. I was enormous, like a maiden's arm. No maid in my hometown palace could withstand my fierce attack. The love juice in my honey hole was like a river ruled by Oceanus, soaking our legs and filling the thick mattress.

The succubus's lion's tail pulled at my penis, trying to shove it in. I cried out, "No! How can someone as clever as you not know that my penis isn't erect? How can such intercourse be satisfactory?" The succubus's voice, like that of a young girl, questioned, "Don't mistake me for a virgin who has never been with a man. How can something so enormous be erect? Even Eros, the god of love, wouldn't believe your lies. Don't try to deceive me with your silver tongue."

I calmly replied, "I swear in the name of the greatest god on Mount Olympus, if I'm lying, may I die instantly under your claws and be buried beneath your lips." With a forceful pull, she lifted me up and dragged me into a cave. In the sunlight, I saw the cave was full of withered corpses; clearly, they were all men. What people say is all a rumor. The succubus doesn't tear people apart and eat them; she uses her terrifying, woman-like vagina to drain the men's essence until they die. Now she wanted to do the same to me. Pointing at the desiccated corpses, she roared, "Look, handsome man! My cave has received countless stars; I will never be deceived by you!"

I said proudly, "Beautiful succubus, why don't you use your ivory-like hands to caress it, tease it with your fair breasts, and lick it with your fiery red lips? It will prove what I say." Her captivating eyes scrutinized me several times before she hesitantly grasped my penis with her smooth fingers. Most of it was still exposed outside her small, fair hand. She then used her other hand, the tip still outside her grasp. Her movements quickened, and my penis grew longer, thicker, hotter, and harder. The succubus's hands went from clenching tightly to embracing it, gaining even more control. A look of surprise appeared on her face, her eyes filled with laughter, and her breathing became heavier.

I laughed, "Now use your breasts and your tongue, they'll give you even more surprises!" A blush crept onto her cheeks, and with seductive eyes, she moved my enormous member to her chest, cupping it between her full breasts. Her smooth, fleshy breasts couldn't completely envelop me, but the comfortable touch made me feel like I was in paradise, completely forgetting the danger I was in. Finally, she used her full lips, first giving it a simple kiss, then her beautiful, trumpet-shaped lips enveloped my glans, touching it briefly before pulling away, then kissing it again, repeating this process, making me feel as if I were inside a woman's womb.

After a short while, I was finally completely inside her mouth, comfortably entwined with her exquisite tongue. Gradually, my manhood finally reached full erection, like a towering obelisk, white as ivory. The succubus roared to the sky like a lion, laughing wildly, "Handsome man, you are truly amazing! You are as great as that lightning-wielding god!" Her golden-maned lion's rump rose high, then she abruptly thrust my spear into her den, her long, fluffy tail sweeping rapidly against my legs. Suddenly, as if possessed by a god, she began to tremble wildly, her waist arching like a witch inhaling holy smoke. Her unusually large, strong body brought vitality, giving me unprecedented pleasure.

Gradually, I felt a tingling sensation in my lower back, a sign that my essence was about to leave my body. The succubus's bright eyes gleamed with excitement. She laughed loudly, her voice a mix of a maiden's and a lioness's: "Handsome man like Ares, you will perish in my cave! Don't think you're about to experience ordinary pleasure. My lion's lips will devour all your essence until you die!" The succubus's arrogance revealed her secret. My wandering mind returned. My hands groped around on the ground. With Zeus's blessing, I found something like a needle and secretly plunged it into my thigh. The intense pain diminished the pleasure my penis was experiencing; the Dionysian frenzy gradually faded. My penis pressed firmly against the succubus's womb, instantly covered in protrusions, rubbing against her.

The succubus noticed my change. She bent down and began licking my nipples, her nimble tongue, like a lark's, stealthily reaching my ear. At the same time, her hips swayed faster, and suddenly, the voice of the widow I had longed for rang out—sweet as a dream. The god who protected me told me this was a deadly illusion created by the succubus. I thrust harder, penetrating deeper, my penis still erect.

The moist, soft flesh continued to crawl along my ear, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The succubus suddenly posed her fatal question: "Four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, three legs at dusk. Of all creations, only this one walks with a different number of legs. The time when legs are most numerous is precisely when strength and speed are least." "The answer to your riddle is man. In the morning of life, man is a weak and powerless child, crawling on two hands and two feet. When man grows up, it's the noon of life, of course he walks on two feet. In old age, it's the dusk of life, and man needs a cane, isn't that walking on three legs? This question is really simple!" I almost laughed.

The succubus suddenly screamed, her pretty face filled with shame, and at the same time, a huge suction force arose from her vagina, with a spiraling dragging motion, as if trying to pull me entirely into her. Struggling, I suddenly realized I could sit up; the succubus must have used all her power on her genitals, wanting to kill me instantly. I pounced on her, hoisting her two powerful lion legs up and pulling her into my arms. With all my might, I thrust into her lioness.

I don't know how long it lasted, but I desperately resisted the terrifying suction from her crotch, frantically thrusting inside her.

Suddenly, she cried out, the suction vanished, and a gush of fluid erupted like a flood, as if the earth god had destroyed the impious Atlantis. The force was so great that it propelled me out, leaving only my massive crown stuck. Water gushed from the juncture, a mixture of pungent flavors and colors.

The immortal god Nyx had silently descended. I carried the unconscious banshee out of the cave, standing on the cliff face. To escape her cunning, I continued my assault on her secret place. Finally, I released my essence—just a normal release, of course. She gradually awoke, looking at everything around her, and cried out in a trembling voice,

"Oh God, handsome man, you have ruined everything for me. If I could inhale the essence of a hundred more men, I could become a maiden again and live freely among men. Ah!" Before I could react, she screamed and jumped off the cliff.

My tongue began to circle around my wife's pink nipples, slowly licking them. She made winged sounds in response to my teasing, and her nipples became more erect, like barns on a small hill. Occasionally, I used my teeth to gently nibble on her nipples, like a nursing infant. My playful tongue, like Cupid's, quickly moved to her flat stomach, which, despite having given birth to four children, was still smooth and silky. My playful tongue gently slid across her navel, and my wife murmured ecstatically, "Mmm... my man... my king, ah!

You are me... my everything, mmm... mmm... ah! I, your wife, crave your masculine symbol." How could I refuse the request of the most noble woman in the land? With a forceful pull, I flipped my wife's slender yet voluptuous body over. She playfully scolded me, then grasped my thick penis and skillfully began to suckle it with her full, beautiful red lips. My arms encircled the queen's shapely thighs, and my fingers gently caressed the golden forest before the labyrinth. My wife, with my penis in her mouth, let out a muffled groan of dissatisfaction. I smiled and parted the thicket, revealing the stream that would make any man willingly die. On the bank were two overlapping doors, which I gently pried open with my fingertips. The queen beneath me breathed heavily again. Encouraged, my fingers caressed the pearl hidden within, a woman's most precious treasure, which quietly grew larger.

The gurgling water filled the stream. With one hand caressing the woman's treasure, two fingers of my other hand plunged into the stream. They eagerly dived down, discovering a deep hole—the source of the water. They were clearly already familiar with the place, quickly diving into the depths of the labyrinth. The entrance was a beautiful pink, and the walls were covered with mysteriously shaped growths. I pointed at them, greeting them one by one, before gliding back to the surface.

My wife gently nibbled at my spear with her silver teeth, leaving shallow teeth marks on the massive tip. Suddenly, she wiped away these marks with her tongue, then hid the spear deep inside her mouth, like a mischievous child. After repeating this several times, her small mouth could only accommodate the crown of my proud manhood. So she focused on licking the small eye at the crown, sucking up and swallowing every drop of liquid that oozed from it.

My tongue had already invaded the depths of the labyrinth, devoutly worshipping every mural in the passage, going in and out, but no matter what I did, I couldn't suck up all the thick liquid gushing from the deep cave. Instead, it increased, flowing more and more violently. My fingers once again leaped into the cave, working in conjunction with my tongue on an exploration. Soon, the cave began to convulse violently, like the raging Istria River. The opening suddenly narrowed, clamping down on the tongue that couldn't escape in time. Then, it gaped open, and a torrent of fluid gushed out, bursting into my mouth. The queen let out a shrill scream, resting her face on my penis, and fainted.

The torrent tasted completely different from the thick fluid from before; it was a delicious, slightly fishy flavor. I took a big gulp and felt incredibly refreshed, as if some immortal god had possessed me. I laid my wife's body flat on the edge of the pool, spread her legs, and lifted them high. I repeated the action. Soon, the model of the city's women awoke to the sound of her voice, singing a melody that rose and fell. Suddenly, she gasped and solemnly said, "King... King, my most... most beloved man, I... oh... use your great spear... um... um... pierce my body, penetrate me."

"No queen has ever been able to command a king. Even Hera with white arms could only submit to Zeus with lightning. My dear queen, you cannot speak to me in a commanding tone," I said with a smile.

"Um... in the name of the supremely glorious... Olympian gods... ah... I beg you, oh... my great... ah... husband, please... grant me your... ah... scepter of masculinity!" said the most beautiful queen in the city.

"Yes, my dear wife." With that, my powerful, egg-shaped glans pressed against her tender treasure, slowly rubbing against it. The flow of water in the stream increased, and my wife's words became incoherent, but I could hear her pleading for me to enter her secret cave. I didn't rush, simply sliding my enormous glans along the banks of the stream, while my fingers continued to dig deep inside. She finally couldn't bear it any longer, crying out in a winged language:

"Waaaaah! Please, pierce my wanton honeyed cave with your sword!" Completely devoid of her queenly dignity.

My penis, almost unintentionally, slipped into the deep cave. With a thrust of my hips, it directly touched another door within the cave. The queen's eyes snapped open, giving me a reproachful glare. I bent down, and put my tongue, which had just left her honeyed cave, back into her mouth. Her tongue, which had just been licking my proud masculinity, quickly intertwined with mine. My lower body moved in and out of her honeyed depths, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. One hand grasped her nipple, while the other continued to caress her secret treasure.

Soon, my alluring wife reached her peak once more. My stamina was both strong and gentle, enduring and powerful. I had raced horses across the plains of my hometown, caught fish and shrimp in beautiful rivers, and hunted strong beasts bare-handed in the forests.

[The End]

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