The Oedipus Family

One of the Ancient Greek Legends: The Oedipus Family
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Recently, while reading Greek mythology, I found many chapters to be quite erotic. Among them,
Oedipus, who killed his father, married his mother, and fathered his incestuous child, is the most famous. The famous tragedy "Oedipus Rex" originates from this
story . On a whim, I've adapted it, adding my own embellishments and spice, hoping you'll enjoy it.
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(I) King Laius Falls in Love with Ten-Year-Old Jocasta
King Laius of Thebes was known for his majesty and wisdom. Under his rule, Thebes became the most prosperous city
in . On the king's forty-fifth birthday, a grand athletic competition was held throughout Thebes to
celebrate. The entire city gathered in the square, and the king, along with almost all the nobles, came to the arena.
The crowd paid homage to the king, and Laius also joined the crowd, greeting everyone warmly.
The competition began, and everyone's attention turned to the arena. The king had now reached the outer edge of the crowd when he
suddenly saw Menochus, a nobleman from the city, walking ahead with a petite young woman. From
behind, the woman appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, but her hips were so
full that the king suspected she was Menochus's new favorite slave girl. So he walked behind them, patted Menochus on
the shoulder, and said, “Ah, Menochus, why aren’t you in the arena, instead of here
indulging in pleasure with women?”
Menochus turned around and saw it was the king. He quickly turned and bowed, “Great Laius, I was just on my way to
the arena to watch the games. This is my daughter, Jocasta.”
Laius looked at the girl beside him in surprise, noticing the childlike
innocence . He asked in astonishment, “Your daughter? How old is she?”
Menochus respectfully replied, “Thanks to your protection, my little Jocasta has safely entered her tenth year of
life .”
"So Menochus's daughter is only a ten-year-old girl. How could I have mistaken her for a
grown woman?" the king mused. "It was the girl's bottom that deceived me; her undeveloped bottom
is as full as a sixteen-year-old girl's." The king glanced at the girl's chest and saw that, indeed, her
breasts had not yet developed into a woman's prominent nipples.
The girl bowed her head in a curtsy to the king, and Laius couldn't help but reach out and lift her chin. On
that beautiful, childlike face, little Jocasta's clear, pure eyes were gazing at him.
Laius suddenly felt a burning unease throughout his body. He knew why; this feeling stemmed from his
desire for the little girl. He longed to kiss her face, to embrace her
body , and to caress her full hips and thighs, which were wrapped in her silk robe. Cupid
had ignited the flames of passion in King Laius for ten-year-old Jocasta.
Unable to resist his desire to possess the beautiful young girl, the king said, "I envy you, Menochus
. I know you have two sons, and now I know you have a daughter as beautiful as a little angel,
while the queen and I have no children. So be it, on this grand festival, lend me your little angel
for a day, so that I may not feel lonely amidst the laughter of the crowd."
Menochus, unaware of the king's true intentions, said, "My king, take my little
Jocasta with you. For this day, my daughter belongs to you, and may this lovely little darling bring you
comfort." The king thanked him for his generosity and then took Jocasta's little hand and led her away.
Once out of the crowd, the king immediately picked up little Jocasta and placed her in his chariot. After getting in, the king ordered the charioteer
to drive back to the palace. Inside the carriage, Laius, satisfied, embraced the beautiful young girl,
speaking to her affectionately while slipping his hand inside her robes to satisfy his desire to caress her buttocks. As
Laius's large hand moved back and forth across Jocasta's buttocks, a strange
feeling ; the girl's full hips captivated his heart.
The king took the girl to the harem, where the forty-five-year-old king showered the beautiful girl
with attention : he brought out the palace treasures for her to admire, laid out delicacies for her to taste, and ordered music and dance
to please the beautiful young girl. He achieved his goal, and little Jocasta quickly
became uninhibited in the king's presence.
Menocco, enjoying the games alone, could not see the king and his daughter
anywhere . He could not imagine that the king was drinking and reveling with his ten-year-old daughter in the harem. He could not even fathom that his respected
King Laius was demanding his young daughter undress.
Because of her strong affection for the king, young Jocasta was willing to undress completely, but the king
demanded that he undress her himself. According to Theban custom, an unmarried daughter could only
be undressed by her mother or a maid; a married woman's husband had the right to undress her; and an unmarried virgin would never allow
any man to undress her. However, out of love and reverence for the king, the naive young Jocasta
agreed to this unreasonable request. Having obtained her consent, the king stripped young Jocasta
completely naked and then held her in his lap. While patting her
bare, full buttocks, the king drank and joked with her.
As the city's festivities gradually dispersed, Menoccos still hadn't found the king or his daughter.
He guessed the king had returned to the palace and hesitated whether to go to the palace to retrieve his daughter or go home and wait for the king to bring her back.
In the palace, King Laius and young Jocasta spent a joyous day. In high spirits, the king
summoned all the sixteen-year-old maids of the harem and commanded, "Strip naked and kneel on the ground, stick your buttocks out
for me to see." The maids smiled and then stuck out their naked buttocks.
The king ran his hands over each of those full, smooth, snow-white buttocks and found that none of
the maids' buttocks could compare to those of young Jocasta. Laius turned to young Jocasta and said:
“I’m so glad my daughter’s bottom is rounder and bigger than theirs. When you grow up, people will say that the most beautiful woman
in the world with the fullest and prettiest bottom is a Theban woman.”
He hugged the girl tighter and rubbed his strong penis against little Jocasta’s bare
bottom . The lovely little girl couldn’t stand the king’s vigorous rubbing, and she giggled and ran away from the king’s
embrace. Laius laughed and chased after his naked little lover.
While chasing the naked girl, the forty-five-year-old Laius suddenly felt
the strength . He blocked her from the left and right, and finally chased little Jocasta into the bedroom. Little Jocasta’s dazzlingly white and
plump bottom swayed in front of the king’s eyes. The king, aroused by lust, pounced on the snow-white buttocks and
knocked the naked girl to the ground.
The king's bearded face pressed against little Jocasta's snow-white, plump buttocks. He suddenly realized that this day
was almost over, and little Jocasta's time with him was running out. King Laius's ambition and possessiveness of the beautiful
Jocasta led him to think: "Jocasta is now the most enchanting girl in Thebes, and she will be the most enchanting
woman in Thebes in the future. Only I, King Laius, the noblest man in Thebes, have the right to possess her and enjoy her.
Even if I cannot take her into my harem now, I cannot allow another man to possess Jocasta's virginity first."
This thought caused him to spread Jocasta's legs, and as Laius was about to mount
her, a strange sense of guilt and royal pride surged within him: "No, as a
noble king, I cannot secretly defile my friend's daughter. Besides, Jocasta is only ten years old; she
cannot withstand my possession of her body."
Finally, the king's sense of honor led Laius to decide to temporarily abandon Jocasta. He pierced
her hymen with his finger as a substitute for possession, and then ordered his men to dress her. As they parted,
the king embraced the girl's plump buttocks tightly, watching her reluctantly as she boarded her carriage to go home.
Back in the palace, the king chose the girl with the fullest buttocks from among the maids and ordered her
to serve him in bed. Moments later, a groaning sound came from the king's bedroom. King Laius's strong, powerful penis
was thrust between the maid's round buttocks, tearing her vagina apart…
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By the way: Before Oedipus's appearance, let's introduce his parents' romance, hehe…
(II) Laius and Jocasta's Marriage
Four years after the grand gathering, the queen died of illness, leaving no children. Her ministers petitioned Laius
to remarry and take a new queen. The king still longed for the little girl he had fallen in love with at first sight four years earlier—Menochus'
daughter —and believed this time he could legally possess her.
The news of the king's intention to marry a young girl as queen caused a sensation throughout the city. The king
declared : "The oracle proclaims that only girls under the age of sixteen can become the Queen of Thebes, and the new queen must bear
a crown prince; therefore, only the girl with the largest hips has the ability to bear children."
A search , and two masters of ceremonies were specially appointed to measure the girls' buttocks. As a result, fourteen-year-old Jocasta, with
her uniquely large hips, became the sole candidate.
Menochus pleaded with the king, "Wise Laius, please understand, my little Jocasta
is far from marriageable age. She is not yet capable of fulfilling her duties as a woman to her husband, and her unsuitable
hips cannot guarantee her bearing children. Withdraw your decree! My underage daughter cannot bear you
a prince, and besides, a fourteen-year-old girl becoming queen will cause public discontent."
Laius remained unmoved, saying, "My good friend, it is
destiny . Little Jocasta is both my wife and my daughter, and I will
love her as I would a daughter and a wife. I firmly believe that little Jocasta will bring me an heir. Go back and bless your queen; I
will personally bring her to the palace tomorrow."
The next day, the king personally went to Menochus's house to fetch little Jocasta. According to Theban custom,
Menochus picked up his daughter and handed the little girl to Laius, signifying that Jocasta now belonged
to the king. The king solemnly received Jocasta and carried her to his carriage.
Jocasta, young and newly married, glanced at her husband, then shyly lowered her head again. Seeing
the beautiful girl's bashful appearance, Laius's love for her deepened. He lowered the curtain, turned, and embraced
Jocasta , kissing her delicate face and lips, caressing her hips and thighs.
Jocasta was initially shy, but under the king's tenderness, she became bolder and opened her small mouth to kiss him. The king's hands slipped
inside the girl's robes, caressing her smooth, supple body. Jocasta also wrapped her arms
around the king's neck, and the nearly fifty-year-old man and the fourteen-year-old girl embraced tightly, intertwined in a passionate embrace.
The journey from Menochus's house to the palace took halfway through Thebes, giving the king and his young bride ample time
for intimacy. Inside the royal carriage, completely shrouded by curtains, Laius and Jocasta kissed passionately;
even the attendants following the carriage could faintly hear the soft smacking sounds of their kisses.
Amidst the fervent caresses, the king's desire grew, and his slowly hardening penis reminded him of the
urgent need to enter his bride. Laius removed Jocasta's robe, embracing his fourteen-year-old
wife's naked body. He licked and kissed her still-developing, slightly protruding breasts,
while parting her legs and caressing her genitals with his fingers. Then, the king
bit one of his young wife's nipples and suckled. He couldn't taste the girl's milk, but his fingers felt
the vaginal fluid secreted by Jocasta.
The king laughed: "What a natural little slut." He dispelled his fourteen-year-old wife's worries about
whether , and immediately thrust his penis into Jocasta's vagina.
Jocasta only had time to let out a soft "Ah—" before the king deflowered her. She had slightly furrowed brows and a flushed
face , exuding an indescribable charm and loveliness. Laius was at a loss for
words to express his love for her; he could only thrust his penis deeper into the young girl's body with even greater force.
The king's penetration went unexpectedly smoothly; the bride's vagina tenderly welcomed her husband's penis, tightly binding the
thick member within its tender walls. The man, over fifty, and his body were now joined
together. The king had finally fulfilled his desire to possess young Jocasta, and the couple enjoyed
the joys of love in their small carriage.
The wedding was grand and passionate. Laius was in high spirits, as if he had suddenly become ten years younger. Young Jocasta, having just received
the king's favor, radiated beauty, as beautiful as a young goddess. Although her
breasts were not yet fully developed, her alluring buttocks were enough to make any man drool and any woman
envious.
After the ceremony, amidst the blessings of the people, the smiling king lifted the petite queen in his arms,
tenderly caressing her buttocks, and carried his fourteen-year-old beloved wife into the palace. It is said that on that night, the king, overcome with passion
, had sex with the young queen four times. The palace maids waiting at the door heard the little queen's
cries of pain as she was being violated.
Laius, having acquired such a charming little darling, was naturally overjoyed. His daily routine upon returning to the palace consisted
mostly of having sex with the beautiful and sexy young queen. After their marriage, the king
made love to the queen three or four times a day, and even a year or two later, his passion remained undiminished. By the time Queen Jocasta
was , the number of times she had sex with the king was countless. However, strangely, despite the queen's nightly
encounters with the king, she showed no signs of pregnancy.
A sixteen-year-old woman is of childbearing age. Although the king remained infatuated with the queen's buttocks,
the gossip of his courtiers began to irritate him; after all, he was already over fifty. So, the king decided to
seek the sun god. The reply he received was: "You will have a son, but the Fates have decreed that you will
die at his hands."
Laius and Jocasta were terrified upon hearing this news. To avoid such a terrible consequence, the king
decided to live separately from his wife. For the king, being separated from his beautiful and alluring wife was extremely painful;
for the queen, in the prime of her life, depriving a sixteen-year-old girl of sexual pleasure was even more unbearable. Because of their
extreme love, despite the warning, they continued to live together, and Jocasta finally gave birth to
a son for her husband.
When the child was placed before them, they remembered the oracle. To escape their fate, they decided
to pierce the newborn child's ankles, bind him with leather straps, and place him on the mountains of Cithaeron. But
the servant who carried out the order took pity on the innocent infant and handed him over to
a shepherd . He then returned, falsely claiming he had obeyed the command to abandon the baby. The king and his wife Jocasta were convinced the child
would die of thirst and be devoured by wild beasts.
To rejoice that the oracle had not come true, Laius proposed to have sex with his wife, as he had not tasted her body for three or
four months . Although the queen had recently given birth and lacked sexual passion,
she was unwilling to defy the king's wishes. So she unbuttoned her robe and lay in his arms. Laius carried his wife to
the bed and kissed her passionately, and the queen returned his kiss. The king mounted the queen, who spread her legs, raised
her buttocks , and offered her alluring lower body to the king. The king cupped her buttocks with both hands, slowly lowered himself, and suddenly
thrust into the queen's lower body...
Just as the king and queen were indulging in pleasure, the boy who would change everyone's fate was sent to
King Polybus's palace...
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Wow! I didn't expect it to be so difficult to write! The male protagonist will appear in the next episode, and everyone can experience
what it means to be exceptionally gifted, haha...
(III) The Growth of Oedipus
The son of Laius and Jocasta was given to King Polybus of Corinth by a shepherd, and the
child was named Oedipus. He was beloved by King Polybus and Queen Merope, treated as their
own son, and so were the people of the kingdom and the palace.
Oedipus grew into a tall and handsome young man, never doubting that he was
King Polybus's son and Corinth's only heir, until one day, at a games, a nobleman
named Ocamedes shattered his confidence.
They competed in javelin, chariot, and discus throws, and Oedipus
won Enraged, Ocamedes insulted Oedipus, claiming he was not the king's son but a bastard of
unknown origin. Provoked, Oedipus rushed forward and beat Ocamedes mercilessly
. By the time the crowd separated them, Ocamedes was already bleeding from his head.
The furious Ocamedes returned to his manor in his territory, plotting a rebellion and seeking refuge in a neighboring kingdom, but
his plot . Oedipus, who was sulking in the palace, heard the news and immediately led his soldiers to
attack . Ocamedes hastily engaged in battle in a panic. The proud prince demanded a duel,
which Ocamedes reluctantly accepted. However, after only one round, he was defeated by Oedipus and his throat was
slit . The defeated Ocamedes' territory was confiscated by the royal family, and his family and children, as was customary, became the prince's
private slaves. But Oedipus seemed uninterested in the spoils and returned alone to his
room .
King Polybus was pleased with the prince's bravery but also worried about his melancholy. Ocamedes
' words were like a venomous snake, gnawing at Oedipus's young and sensitive heart. Despite the king and queen's repeated
attempts to comfort the prince, they could not soothe his distress. Then someone suggested using women to appease the young prince. The king
and his ministers believed it was a good idea. They carefully selected
two of and sent them to the prince's bedchamber.
These two slaves were Ocameddes' wife and daughter,
punished . The poor woman in her thirties and her teenage daughter had their fine silk robes
stripped off and replaced with cheap, coarse clothes. They were forced to kneel and fawn over the man who had killed their husband and father
, becoming his women.
"Go in! Serve the prince well! If you cannot please him, chop you up and feed you to the dogs!" the palace chief declared.
The steward loudly berated the poor mother and daughter, then whispered something to the prince, who sat alone in a corner. He walked over to
the two women, quickly tore off the pieces of cloth covering their bodies, and pushed the naked mother and daughter next to the prince.
Oedipus looked up at them, and the palace steward tactfully withdrew.
Oedipus, of course, knew that Antigone, Ocamedes' wife, was a famous beauty of Corinth. His
gaze slowly swept over her snow-white, voluptuous body, her long, glossy black hair, and her beautiful face. The woman
nervously looked at the gloomy-faced prince, instinctively shielding her fourteen-year-old daughter behind her.
A deep roar escaped the prince's throat. He lunged forward,
slamming to the ground, pinning her down. His strong hand gripped her neck as he hissed, "Tell me, am I
not the king's son?"
Antigone answered in terror, "Yes, you are."
"Then what did Ocamedes say? Who is lying to me?"
"He...he slandered you out of jealousy..."
Oedipus's expression softened. He released his grip on the woman's neck and said calmly, "So,
Ocamedes caused your family's destruction and your enslavement because of jealousy, is that it?"
Antigone, forcing back her pain, replied, "Yes..."
Oedipus sneered, "He will pay a heavy price for his shameless slander! And
so will !" With that, his mountain-like, powerful body pressed down on Antigone, his large hands
gripping her full breasts, his lips, hot with masculine breath,
landing countless kisses on her cheeks, forehead, and neck.
Antigone closed her eyes, letting the prince caress her; she made no futile struggle or resistance. In ancient Greece , in
this dog-eat-dog world, no matter how noble and virtuous a woman, once her family was defeated, she was nothing more
than a victorious slave. And among these slaves, beautiful women were invariably raped
and ravaged by their masters, becoming playthings in their beds. Therefore, Antigone could only helplessly accept her fate
. She didn't even have much resistance to sharing a man with her daughter Ismene; she only hoped that
through sexual intercourse with the prince, she could alleviate his anger and allow herself and her daughter to live a better life.
But the prince's anger wasn't so easily dispelled. When his young, powerful penis pressed against
Antigone 's lower abdomen, she felt his hardness. He spread her legs with his feet, his strong, hot
member exploring among the woman's velvety pubic hair, occasionally bumping against her sensitive triangle. Antigone's
heart pounded, but then she realized it was inevitable, and her mood calmed considerably.
Although Oedipus's penis was roughly in place, it hadn't found the woman's entrance. He thrust twice but
couldn't penetrate, instead causing Antigone's tender lower body a dull ache. The impatient prince couldn't resist any longer and
reached down to grope and fumble, trying to find the woman's vulva.
In the midst of the commotion, Antigone frowned; the prince's hand had touched her anus. Fearing that
the prince's impatience might lead him to mistake her anus for her vagina, she mustered her courage and
reached out to grasp the prince's penis, intending to guide it to her vaginal opening. But the moment she grasped
it, she was startled; the prince's size far exceeded her expectations. His enormous member was so large that she couldn't close her fingers completely.
Antigone's heart pounded again. Trembling, she guided the prince's penis to the entrance, hesitant to
insert it into her vulva.
Before she could even make up her mind, Oedipus impatiently thrust forward, his penis plunging into the woman
's fleshy lips. Antigone cried out, her body involuntarily tensing, her vaginal muscles,
unprepared , contracting in a posture of refusal to be penetrated.
Oedipus then felt the soft, slippery, and hot surface of his glans, knowing he had found the right path. He immediately thrust his
hips forward, his penis forcefully penetrating the woman's private parts. Although Antigone instinctively tightened her vagina, how could a
weak woman withstand the full force of a strong young man's penetration? With a gasp, her vagina was completely filled
. Even if she held her muscles tighter, she could only envelop the man's penis more tightly and perfectly.
Oedipus, experiencing his first sexual encounter, thrust vigorously, his hand gripping the woman's breast
unconsciously increasing the pressure, squeezing Antigone's full, white breast almost deformed, causing
the woman beneath him to pale with pain.
In truth, the woman's greatest distress lay in her lower body. As Oedipus began thrusting, he no longer needed
the force of his initial movements, and his grip naturally lessened, softening the squeezing into a gentle kneading, tenderly playing with the woman's breast. At this moment,
Antigone felt a throbbing pain in her lower body; Oedipus's penis was so large that her elastic vagina was
stretched to its limit, seemingly on the verge of tearing.
Antigone was a woman who had given birth to two children and had been married to Ocamides for over ten years, having had intercourse with him
more than a thousand times. Logically, her vagina should no longer be as tight as it once was, yet under Oedipus's thrusts, she
still felt unbearable swelling and pain. She was in unbearable pain but dared not let him stop, and could only moan softly.
Inadvertently, she saw her daughter huddled in the corner, trembling, and her heart clenched. What would she do if the prince wanted to have sex with her petite and beautiful daughter
later ? She was only fourteen years old!
(IV) The Rape and Death of a Young Girl
Young Oedipus, lacking experience, and with his large penis tightly constricted within Antigone's vagina
, the pleasure was indescribable. After a series of thrusts, he ejaculated his virgin semen. His accumulated semen, like a flood, poured
into the woman's body. The heat and the force of the flow were so great that Antigone's mature uterus could barely withstand
it.
After Oedipus's release, he rolled off the woman's beautiful body and silently watched the white, cloudy
semen slowly flow from her hairy opening. Because he had been so engrossed in his pleasure, he hadn't had time to carefully observe
what the woman's mysterious and unique parts looked like, and the woman's genitals naturally held a certain allure for every normal boy
. Oedipus wanted to get a closer look, but the flowing semen obscured
most of the beautiful view, and with some snacks to enjoy, he quickly abandoned Antigone's genitals and turned
to walk towards the trembling girl in the corner.
"No, no..." Antigone struggled to stop the prince, but the excruciating pain in her lower body prevented her from doing so.
Oedipus stood there.
He walked to the corner of the wall, his tall, strong body like a small mountain, looming over the petite and beautiful
Ismene. His large penis, which had just ejaculated, showed no signs of fatigue, pointing straight at the girl's fair, naked
body. Fourteen-year-old Ismene closed her eyes in fear. Oedipus opened his arms and embraced
her tightly. Ismene's petite body immediately disappeared into the prince's strong, broad arms, only her two snow-white,
delicate legs dangling at his knees.
Antigone desperately tried to crawl over and stop him, but the prince turned and placed the girl on the bed. His
movements were gentle and careful; his strong hands gently parted the girl's thighs, then he brought his face close to
between her legs, gazing at the newly developing, unripe fruit of Ismene's virginity. The full, slightly protruding
triangle area had only a few fine, long hairs; the still somewhat immature vulva was already half-open, revealing
the bright red clitoris; combined with the girl's fair and smooth skin, it was truly an unparalleled beauty.
Oedipus, unable to resist his lust, instinctively lowered his head and kissed the girl's vulva. His
mouth sucked on Ismene's labia and clitoris, his tongue licking the red and delicious vulva as if it were
the most exquisite delicacy in the world. The girl's crotch emitted a series of "smacking" sucking sounds, like the most erotic music in the world.
Under the man's passionate kisses, Ismene's vulva gradually became moist. The girl's flushed cheeks
and unconscious moans revealed her primal instincts. Even Antigone on the ground stopped what she was doing,
staring blankly as the prince licked the vulva of his fourteen-year-old daughter. The girl's tender vulva, after being teased,
blossomed , waiting only for a man to pluck it.
Just as the prince's bedroom was immersed in an atmosphere of debauchery, suddenly a tiger's roar erupted, and Oedipus
pounced on the girl lying on the bed. One hand encircled her waist, the other pinched her delicate, round breasts, and his
long -awaited, large penis thrust fiercely into her tender opening, which had just been tenderly kissed, penetrating to the very end!
"Ah!..." The fourteen-year-old girl, intoxicated by pleasure, was suddenly subjected to brutal treatment, letting out a
heart-wrenching scream. But the prince, his lust surging, paid no heed to her feelings,
withdrawing his large penis slightly before plunging it in again to the hilt. The poor, innocent girl, like a tender flower, could not withstand
such a frenzied assault, especially since the prince's penis was so large and hard. She screamed again and fainted
.
Oedipus, having just lost his virginity, never imagined his sexual partner would be a mere fourteen-year-old
girl . Concentrating only on unleashing his raging lust, he pressed his lower body against the girl's crotch,
thrusting his penis with all his might into her warm, tight vagina. Ten times, twenty times, fifty times, a hundred times… The girl on the bed had
lost all willpower; her tender, beautiful, snow-white naked body moved passively up and
down with each of the prince's thrusts
… “You beast!” Antigone, who had somehow gotten up from the ground, cried out, pulling at the
prince who was now violently thrusting on Ismene: “You bastard! You beast! Look how much blood she's lost…”
Oedipus, on the verge of reaching the peak of ecstasy, paid no heed to his mother's cries. With a powerful
swing , he knocked the frail woman to the ground, unable to rise again. He now only wanted to thrust his penis in and out of the girl's genitals faster and
harder , to obtain a greater and more intense pleasure.
After an unknown amount of time, the prince's large hands suddenly gripped the girl's soft buttocks, and his large penis, deeply embedded in
her vagina , gave one last thrust before ejaculating. A torrent of semen, like a dense barrage of bullets, sprayed
against the girl's uterine walls.
"Ah..." An indescribable pleasure washed over the prince's entire body. The feeling of ejaculating inside the girl
was simply too good! If his first sexual encounter with Antigone was merely an initiation, this was
a true feeling of ecstasy.
Oedipus then felt utterly exhausted. Indeed, even he himself didn't know
how much force he had used on Ismene. However, when he raised his head from the extreme pleasure, he saw
a face twisted with rage.
“You bastard! Bastard! You killed her! You killed my Ismene!” Antigone
knelt before the bed , stroking her motionless daughter, and cried out to the prince. Oedipus panicked and quickly rose
to check on her. He found the girl lying on the bed, her face deathly pale, and she had stopped breathing.
Blood was gushing from her once beautiful vulva, staining the floor before the bed red.
Oedipus was stunned. He never imagined that he had raped Ismene to death! He had never intended
to kill her, but he had indeed failed to control his impulse.
“Bastard! You dog bastard!…” Overwhelmed with grief, Antigone collapsed weakly beside her daughter, unleashing a string
of the most vicious insults. Oedipus was enraged by her; "bastard" was the word he vehemently opposed
. He raised his fist and struck her on the head, and Antigone fell to the ground without uttering a sound.
Both Antigone and Ismene were dead. Filled with remorse afterward
, and to escape the condemnation of his people and the torment of his conscience, Oedipus, on the advice of a friend, temporarily left Corinth and
wandered throughout Greece.
Later, he went to the Temple of Apollo at Delphi, seeking confirmation of his lineage, but instead
received an even more terrifying prophecy. The oracle foretold that he would kill his own father and evilly marry his own
mother. Oedipus was terrified; he dared not even return to Corinth, for he still believed Polybus
and Merope were his parents, fearing that in some state of madness he might commit this horrific act
.
He wandered aimlessly, tormented and lost, in solitude. One day, while traveling in a market town near Delphi
, a magnificent carriage urged him to move aside. Already in a foul mood, Oedipus deliberately
ignored it . Suddenly, the old man in the carriage angrily lashed out with his whip at Oedipus's head. Oedipus grabbed the whip
and pulled hard, causing the carriage to overturn. The old man fell, his head hitting a hard rock on the roadside, and he died.
Oedipus, unaware that a life had been taken, continued on his way. The townspeople
buried the old man and discovered he was Laius, King of Thebes.
Oedipus, unaware that he had unwittingly committed patricide, continued his wanderings. Later, he arrived at…
Near Thebes. At this time, a seductive siren named Sphinx appeared by the main road outside Thebes.
She used her beauty to seduce passersby into sexual intercourse, posing riddles for the men to guess during sex. Lost in
lust , the men were naturally unable to solve any of the riddles. The siren then turned on them, snapping off their penises,
causing them to die in agony. She then used their genitals as a beauty tonic, even
killing the son of Creon, the new king of Thebes.
In the ensuing panic, the king decreed that whoever could defeat the Sphinx, whoever it was,
would receive the throne of Thebes and marry his sister—Jocasta, the former queen of Laius.

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