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“I do enjoy your attempts. Tell me, what’s meant to make me swoon this time?”
Kassandra felt her mouth tilt up in a smirk as she glanced at the rest of Odessa’s body. Though half a head shorter than the Spartan she still had a body that seemed built for the adventure she so longed for. Lean, well-defined arms crossed under her pleasant bust as her rounded features gazed back up to mercenary. It had taken a while, but the weariness and paranoia that those eyes held the moment they’d first met on Ithaka and that still stained them when they had been reacquainted in Megaris had finally started melting away to make place for appreciation, admiration, and if the gods willed it, lust.
The Misthios twisted her head slightly while rolling her shoulders and straightening her stance. Almost a span taller than the farmer’s daughter, her physique was sculpted in a near opposite of Odessa’s. Wide shoulders that flowed into large, sculpted arms dotted with scars and scratches from scrapes and tumbles long forgotten. Though broader than most women and less endowed accordingly, her core still held an intimately feminine allure, its currently armoured bulk belying the musculature hidden behind it, along with a rarer treasure still beneath it. Powerful legs built by a lifetime of athletics and combat supported it all, wide thighs and a stunningly round ass completing the picture of raw physical potency that Kassandra exhumed in every moment.
Odessa’s eye flitted downwards much as her own had moments ago, her breath slightly catching as she finally saw the mercenary’s presence and intent with a clear mind. Kassandra’s eyes lidded as smirk grew into a smoldering smile, taking a slow step towards the other woman and leaning forward towards her ears.
“If you undress me, I think you’ll find out.” Kassandra said, her voice a low, throaty thing that seemed to take the Megaran’s breath anew with every carefully rolled syllable.
Odessa’s smile mirrored Kassandra’s own, her head tilting up so she could stare back into the mercenary’s gaze. “I can do that”, she chuckled, before leaning in fully.
Their lips locked, Kassandra marveling at how soft the other woman’s were. For so sharp a tongue it has a soft sheath indeed. If the other even merely matches this one then this will be a conquest to remember. She brought her arms up to cup Odessa’s face, the Megaran reflexively doing the same and allowing her to deftly move her arms down. Sliding under the other woman’s she pulled her in a tighter embrace, trading gentle nips at each other’s lips before the mercenary locked them again and slowly probing her tongue past Odessa’s own. The woman softly giggled, and seemingly stunned at herself for doing so relaxed her tongue, allowing the Misthios to slip inside her own; the larger member touching its opposite, first gently feeling it out before engaging it directly.
As their mouths sealed together, Odessa slid her hands down from the Spartan’s sharp features and reached behind her head. Her arms finding purchase amongst the peaks and valleys of Kassandra’s toned back, she jumped up into her embrace. As her legs locked around the Misthios’ waist with a smooth agility, Kassandra wordlessly let her arms fall as she braced her stance before catching Odessa’s own firm and taut behind with seemingly the same effort it took to snatch a thrown coin purse out of the air. As the woman settled against her abdomen her strong hands flexed against the cheeks they were holding; Odessa moaning at the move and grinding her lower half into the Spartan’s stunningly defined abs through the thin leather covering the area between her hardened chest plate and the thicker bindings and pteruges that protected her from harm.
Kassandra shook her shoulders, loosening Odessa’s grip slightly and allowing the woman to slide down slightly. As she shifted her position downwards, she started walking forwards to the farmer’s daughter’s small house, twisting her lower half slightly to allow her most striking feature to slip ever so slightly loose from its restraints. As she continued kneading the Megaran’s firm buttocks the woman continued to grind her increasingly warm crotch against the Spartan’s body, content in being lost in her lips until she suddenly felt a new presence poke into her from below.
Odessa had closed her eyes as she had been lost in the pleasure of the Misthios’ lips and mouth, but at the sudden prodding they shot open in a lust-addled look of alarm. Clearly, she seemed to realize what she’d felt, even if she didn’t understand why she would feel it with a woman like the Spartan. Or why it seemed so much bigger than when she’d felt it before with the occasional man from the village that had caught her fancy. Kassandra merely chuckled as she drew the farmer’s daughter back into their caress, moaning softly to calm her down as she turned her body.
She shoved through the woman’s front door with controlled force, much as she intended to do in another fashion in the near future, turning around as they made it inside and shoving the door back closed with a sandal-clad foot. Her eyes took in the small house’s interiors with the practiced ease of any mercenary controlling a new environment for threats, routes of escape, and potential boons to turn to their favour. In this case, the simple yet sturdy bed in the far corner.
She walked towards it at a leisurely pace; Odessa again lost in her lips and hands even as the urgent, turgid prodding continued with a pulsing intensity. Dropping to a knee, she lowered the Megaran onto the bed’s edge, dragging her backwards further onto it before moving her hands to the top of her legs. She grabbed them firmly, sizeable hands easily grabbing the woman’s lean legs and gentle spreading them into a widened sitting position, before moving back up to her neck.
She cupped Odessa’s head once more, deepening her oral assault to conclusively wrestle the woman’s tongue down in a show of dominance, before slowly disengaging their lips and moving her hands down to her shoulders, thumbs slowly grinding across the surface of her bust.
Odessa’s eyes slowly opened back up, disappointed in the sudden absence, before her brow furrowed as she remembered what happened before.
“Wait, why did it feel like you have-”
“A blessing from Aphrodite, Odessa.” Kassandra answered, smouldering eyes still gazing deeply into the Megaran’s own. “As the gods have blessed me in body for war, so have they blessed me for love.”
She moved her hands further down and softly massaged the woman’s breasts; their firm size yielding easily beneath her calloused yet nimble fingers.
“But you shall feel her blessings before it is time to sate mine.”
With that her grip shifted, grasping the woman’s tunic firmly before ripping it down the middle with contemptuous ease. Odessa’s shocked gasp slid into a pleasured moan as Kassandra’s lips locked onto her left nipple immediately; suckling softly as she careless threw the now ruined piece of clothing aside with one hand while starting to unbuckle her own upper armour with the other.
Odessa threw her head back, the moan ending in a grunt at the sudden pleasure. Any thought of the ruined clothing’s cost lost as the Misthios’ swirling tongue bathed her areola. Her hands searched for purchase for a frenzied moment before coming to rest on the back of the mercenary’s head, one entwining itself in the thick lustrous strands as the other came to rest on the braid the woman’s always wore. As the shocks of pleasure continued and one of the Spartan’s hands started caressing her unattended breast she gripped the braid firmly, pulling it in tempo with the tongue lashes that her breast was being subjected to.
“Ka… Kass-!”
Kassandra smiled as she continued to bathe the woman’s perky tit. The final knot on her chestpiece finally loosened as she tore it off with only a modicum of care more than she’d afforded the Megaran’s dress. With its undercovering coming off with it and the leather skirting that draped from it trailing along, she found herself as nude above the waist as the farmer’s daughter was. She couldn’t help but take in the sight for a moment as she moved her head to the other breast; grasping hand continuing to stimulate the already wet nipple as she nipped at the still uncared for one.
Odessa’s body was the work of a gymnast, it seemed. Solid but corded with lean muscle in most places, the sole exception seemed to be the slight abs at her core; more pronounced now than ever as they rippled under her building tension. The mercenary’s other hand, now freed from the need to strip herself for the moment, moved down to the Megaran’s waist and started softly tugging at the band of her bindings.
Odessa’s eyes slid to the side for a moment as the heavy breastplate flew into her kitchen table, partially hanging on it for a moment before falling back off. The Spartan currently suckling her breasts like a newborn seemed not to even notice, and as she looked down amidst the throes of pleasure she couldn’t help but appreciate the sheer work of art that the mercenary seemed to be. Her breasts were larger than she had first thought, easily matching her own now that they were no longer constrained by thick armour. Her arms seemed even bigger now, more pronounced from the physical effort of hefting around a grown woman even if it hadn’t even seemed to register with their wielder. Her abdomen may as well have been carved from heartwood, its rich olive skin tracing abs like watering channels traced a field. Again the woman seemed to not even notice either the pleasure she was inflicting or the strength she was expanding as her core simply rose and fell in a steady pace, as comfortable and at home in showing a woman new heights of carnal joy as it seemed to be at walking down to the local market.
Her eyes were drawn to something lower yet, however, as she noticed something seemingly sticking from the Misthios’ bindings; heedless even of the thick leather belt of her pteruges. It gleamed wetly in the house’s dim light, still half-hidden behind the belt, and as she watched a large droplet of what resembled cloudy milk the size of a marble emerged from the tip of the dome before collapsing and dripping down its sides, either soaking into the Misthios’ bindings or dripping on the floor with an audibly splatter. As she opened her mouth to inquire again about the mercenary’s ‘blessing’, the woman took advantage of the opening to lock her lips into another embrace with her own. As the Spartan’s tongue again started to dominate her own she felt the hand leave her breast and join the one that had been worming loose her lower bindings for the last minute, pulling from the other side to finally free her folds from their boiling prison.
Kassandra shifted her position backwards as she finally revealed her prize. She widened her stance slightly as she unwinded the cloth from the Megaran’s privates, leaving them on the bed as she took in the sight of her sex. The farmer’s daughter seemed to manage her fields well, the hair trimmed closely and in an even shape around her lower lips. Said folds themselves were full indeed, glistening from the arousal the mercenary had been trying very hard to engender ever since they’d locked lips outside. She deeply enjoyed pleasuring her partners with her hands and mouth, but it also aided immensely with what was still to come.
As she lowered herself even further, her head pausing only slightly above Odessa’s crotch, she glanced back up at the expectation-filled, panting face of the other woman.
“I think it was time for your other lips to get their share of the blessings, wouldn’t you say.”
As Odessa opened her mouth to speak, the Misthios lowered her head again, extended that devilish tongue of hers, and softly drew it up over her lower lips, agonisingly slowly. Any attempt to try and find out more about the woman’s own lower half died on her lips as her already tense core was rocked by another wave of pleasure. Kassandra repeated the gesture again and again before changing pace; her tongue slowly starting to probe into the Megaran’s very depths as her hands came to rest on the woman’s lower belly; the left’s thumb slowly massaging the hood at the slit’s top even as the right’s softly probed her rightmost lip.
She had met great kissers, and men and women skilled at playing with another’s body; but the Misthios played her instrument like Apollo himself. Deft touches and gentle strokes making way for sterner holds and piercing jabs. She felt the pressure within her grow and grow ever greater as the woman’s almost supernaturally gifted tongue danced its way deeper into her slit accompanied by a digit or two from her rightmost hand even as the left dipped into her molten nectar to coat itself as it continued to stimulate the top; probing strikes at her clit being alternated with even more fingers playing inside her sheath. She almost swore at times that the mercenary was trying to see how many of her digits she could fit inside her boiling sex, though thinking of why she would want to do that did nothing but send her already cresting passion even higher.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m almost- almost!” She cried, no longer heedful of her volume as she careened ever closer to the precipice. If she hadn’t had her head thrown back with eyes wrenched shut in overwhelming pleasure, she might’ve seen the Misthios reach back to unbuckle the belt on her pteruges and loosen her own bindings. As it was, all she felt was two fingers sliding from her heat as the other hand sunk 3 thick fingers into the melting pot, moving apart to spread her lips to the edge of comfort as the mercenary’s tongue made its first direct move on her clit; a strike right at the thinnest length of the stretched-to-breaking wire that was her lust.
Odessa felt the tension within her snap as her orgasm claimed her, hands fixing the Misthios’ head to her folds as she let herself fall backwards onto the bed. Her legs seized, desperately searching for something to grip onto as they locked behind Kassandra’s back, shoving her face even deeper into her sheath. The mercenary seemed not to care, merely redoubling her efforts as the Megaran’s peak continued. The nectar flowing freely from her core increased in flow as her legs continued to spasm and her hands continuing to grip the thick locks of the Misthios’ hair, garnering no reaction besides a muffled curse as in her frenzy she pulled on her braid like she was nocking an arrow.
Malakas! Always the damned braid!
She grimaced as she continued her assault, slowing down as she felt Odessa’s peak subside after over a minute of intensity. As she returned to merely slowly tracing the woman’s lips with her tongue, drinking in the flavour of her nectar, she found herself smiling again.
Odessa opened her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Her lean abs rippled as her body desperately tried to regain its lost composure after what she was very certain was the single best orgasm of her life. Even Eirene hadn’t brought her to such heights after a full night of pleasure, and yet the Misthios had brought her over the edge in a fraction of that time. As she relaxed her grip on the woman’s head she tried to raise herself back to a sitting position, only to drop back before she’d even made it halfway. She tilted her head forward with a look of shock to find the Misthios looking up at her, licking what seemed to be her own nectar from one finger and raising a knowing eyebrow at her.
“What… what did you do to me?” She could only exclaim, lungs still fighting for air as she slowly felt her composure return. She experimentally moved her hands up to her lower body, only to find it as numb as if she’d sat on a hard bench for an entire day. Her eyes widened even further for a moment before she simply let her head fall back down, gulping breaths making way for throaty laughter.
“Blessings from the gods indeed!” She crowed, letting her arms fall to the side as she felt the Misthios’ head move away from her folds. “That was a fuck worthy of Zeus himself!”
“And we’re not even close to the end yet, Odessa.”
She looked back down as Kassandra gripped her by the thighs and pulled her back down the bed, the jolt helping her shock her body back into some state of functioning. As she struggled to a sitting position the Misthios met her lips again, her tongue ramming inside with seemingly barely restrained lust as she felt herself be grabbed the by the shoulders and raised up to a sitting position.
She simply enjoyed the moment for a while, lost in the mercenary’s embrace as she drifted in the afterglow of her orgasm, before she felt a hand grab her own. As she slipped out of the kiss the Spartan pulled the arm to her chest, hands clasped right before her chest. She brought her other arm up as well, taking Odessa’s small fingers in both hands and looking deep into her eyes.
“Are you ready?”
The Megaran thought for a moment she could see a degree of uncertainty in Kassandra’s large brown eyes, before it was drowned in a sea of lust that even she wasn’t sure she could satiate. Out of habit more than anything else, she smirked.
“A blessing for a blessing, isn’t it? Can’t let me have *all* the fun.”
The Misthios laughed at that, before moving her hands down to Odessa’s forearm and looking back into her eyes.
“Then it’s time that you finally knew mine.” She said, before lowering the other woman’s arm and brushing it against something hanging below. Something firm, with a pulsing throb to it.
Something almost terrifyingly large.
As the Megaran’s eyes widened at the realization Kassandra slowly rose to her feet, moving back as she did so. Between her legs hung the largest member that Odessa had ever seen. Easily a span and a half long, it seemed as thick as her forearm. Its massive olive bulk was threaded along the length by thick veins to feed it with blood, and a thicker channel still that ran down its underside; a tube as thick as her little finger meant to feed the Misthios’ target with her undoubtably massive load. Its domed head was even bigger than she had suspected before; the size of a small orange and nearly as round. The fluid leaked freely from it now, clear seepage running down its head, over the edge of the foreskin and dripping to the soaked floor barring the stray drop that managed to cling to the monstrous shaft and find its way further down its girth.
The member met her body right beneath her abs, a thick root as wide as her wrist surrounded by no pubic growth to speak of. Any questions that Odessa could think of regarding that were quickly forgotten as she glimpsed the massive sack that hung underneath the area in question.
Even in Odessa’s limited experience she hadn’t seen anything that equalled the sight: Kassandra’s massive balls seemed to be larger than her own fist. Even given the size of her member they looked almost ludicrous; the sack pulled taut with the set drawn up close. They seemed dangerous swollen with their potent load, demonstrated further as the cock grew closer to erection with a pulse that caused a small spray of fluid to burst from the end.
Only then did Odessa realize that the mercenary had yet to reach her full size.
Any hope of a glib remark or a sultry temptation died on her lips as she could only watch with her mouth wide open as the Spartan got to her feet. As Kassandra looked down on her with an unreadable smirk, her arms crossed beneath her bust, the member slowly pulsed its way to its full size. Now fully a span and a half long and thick enough that the Megaran doubted that she could wrap her hand around it fully, the main attribute it gained was a terrifying rigidity. It stood out nearly straight from the Misthios’ body, it’s massive bulk throbbing slowly in time with her heartbeat. As she continued to stare at it Kassandra took a step forward again, leaving the member’s head to come to rest just short of her own mouth.
She uncrossed her arms, letting one hang to her side as the other reached down to grasp her cock in a firm grip. She slowly started pumping it, slicking her hand with the precum leaking from its head to ease its travel, before looking me straight in the eyes.
“I see that it does not disappoint?” The Misthios said, her smirk growing into a full smile as she saw the smaller woman try to process what she was seeing.
“It’s so… big” the Megaran could only mutter. “I don’t know if-”
“It will fit.” The Spartan set, her tone making it clear that she both knew this from experience and that she would see it come to pass no matter how long it took. “There’s a reason I made sure that you were as satisfied as possible beforehand. Now please…”
She clamped her hand firmly near the base of her member and aimed it straight at Odessa’s mouth as her other hand came to rest in her short black hair.
“I need you. So very badly…”
Gingerly the farmer’s daughter raised her hands, grabbing the shaft right above where the mercenary’s own still rested on it. Her suspicions were confirmed as her fingers did not even come close to fully encircling the leviathan, which still had the length to accommodate not only both her hands but one of the Misthios’ with room to spare. She simply marvelled in how it felt for a moment; soft skin covering what could only be compared to granite within, throbbing still in time with Kassandra’s slowly rising heartbeat. As she slowly twists her hands, coating them with the liberally leaking fluids to ease their pass, she leans forward and slowly licks the massive domed head.
Kassandra grunts as the wave of pleasure hits her, furrowing her brow and the Megaran finally begins to bring her relief. She’d underestimated how pent-up she had gotten over the course of the foreplay. Slipping the bands to tease Odessa with her tip had been a fun idea but it had taken considerable concentration along the way to keep herself from truly growing uncomfortably hard behind her armour. Even after freeing herself the woman’s throes of passion had fuelled her own in equal measure, only kept in check by her phenomenal self-control of her lower half. Now that she was finally getting what she had been after all this time she realized that it was not going to be long before her first climax.
And she knew exactly where to aim that particular blessing.
Slow licking turns into a lurid tongue-bath as Odessa started engaging the orange-sized head in full. The taste was strange, different from any man she had ever lain with, but intoxicating in a way she could not describe. She felt herself grow bolder by the second even as the Spartan’s hand left her massive shaft and joined the other in caressing her head, moving her own hands further apart and starting to tug the member in steady, span-length strokes. As the mercenary tried to suppress another throaty grunt she spread her lips and jaw wide and carefully took the head inside her mouth.
Slowly, inch by inch, she managed to fit the entire head within her mouth, lips closing right behind it to seal onto the wrist-thick shaft. As she attempted to regain her composure and get adjusted to an intruder that should by all rights have dislocated her jaw, she felt Kassandra’s hands stiffen on the back of her head as an almost agonized grunt of pleasure erupted from the Misthios’ throat.
Her tongue bathing the front of the giant head was the only thing that stopped her from disaster as a thick glob of what must have been the Spartan’s cum blasted out with no warning. The shaft throbbed dangerously for a moment as the woman braced herself, before she appeared to calm again. All the while Odessa tried to process the gift she had just received. The taste was as particular as the fluid had been before but ever more intense; panic at the prospect of that sort of material in her windpipe quickly giving way to the desire for more. More.
“Fuck!” Kassandra grunted, brow furrowing in concentration as she reined her climax back in from the edge. “If you keep that up you won’t go hungry for a week!”
As she felt the boiling point begin to inch closer once more, she looked down towards the Megaran. Lust-drunk eyes met hers as she worked down the tasting that the mercenary had given her; hands continuing their dance on the shaft as she tried to move her way further down. Kassandra couldn’t help but smile.
“But then again, who am I to deny such a famished woman.”
Slowly, agonizingly, Odessa starts to work the Misthios’ massive member further into her throat. Inch by inch she glacially moves her way down the shaft as Kassandra’s grip in the other woman’s hair guides her to the right pace. Steadily the farmer’s daughter’s moans begin to outstrip the mercenary’s as the sheer size of the member and enthusiasm of her handling begins to raise her own tension anew as well. As the head slips down her throat and she reaches the midway point of the gargantuan cock, the Spartan’s grip becomes iron once more as her throbbing intensifies to another level and another haggard grunt tears its way from her throat.
“Hng! It’s been too long since anyone’s taken me so well! Prepare yourself, I’m-” She barely manages to get out as her shaft seems to swell even wider. The Megaran’s lust-drunk haze it pierced somewhat as she feels the massive vein on the underside of the cock pulse before it seemingly doubled in size; allowing her to feel a brief moment of panic as the Spartan forces another half-inch down her throat and begins to climax.
Whatever she had imagined about the mercenary’s orgasm had not been vast in scope enough. The first rope seemed as thick as custard from its impact and lasted for several seconds before dying down, only to be followed by another one just as plentiful. She could see Kassandra’s massive balls draw up and expel their load right in front of her eyes, the remaining half of the shaft that remained outside of her gullet pulsating obscenely with every rope. Even as jet after jet of boiling hot potent cum blasted down her throat they refused to die down in intensity, and as the second wore on she felt herself go light-headed as her breath started running out. As she was thanking herself for the pearl diving practice that helped her master her breath she suddenly felt an odd weight in her stomach. As she moved a hand down to her waist, she almost thought she felt a swell beneath the defined muscles, realizing with a start just how much the Spartan’s load was filling her up.
By her fortune however, she seemed to be running dry. While still erupting the ropes became smaller and smaller until all she felt was the occasional spurt. As she pulled herself off of the still throbbing member however, she was shocked when the head left her gasping mouth and still managed to blast her cheek with enough cum to still shame any man in Greece. She could do nothing but sit wide-mouthed, desperately trying to catch her breath, as Kassandra grasped her own member once more, coaxing just a few more smaller ropes from it that splattered all over the Megaran’s bust and front. As her climax finally seemed to cease, the Spartan herself seemed to be steadying herself; surprisingly laboured breathing and a thin sheen of sweat all over her sculpted body showing that she too had finally begun to be affected by the intense passion taking place.
Odessa looked down at her covered breasts, the thick white seed dripping down in thick strands even as she felt the gurgling of a stomach forced to suddenly accept a feast for four grown men. Despite everything the haze of lust still hung heavy over her mind, and all she could do was hope for more against all good sense.
It was then that she noticed that Kassandra’s member had not flagged in the slightest.
The Misthios dived forwards, grasping her head in both hands before dragging her into another lurid embrace. As their tongues danced Odessa felt herself being pushed back onto the bed by the mercenary’s own body, trying to move along as well as she could given her sluggish state. Kassandra’s ridiculous shaft rubbed against her body, the still outrageously rigid shaft throbbing against her belly. The thick white remnants of its eruption smeared across the Megaran’s front as its head probed the underside of her bust, the seed that dripped down from them meeting the pulsing leakage in a frothing mess.
The Spartan meanwhile showed no distaste of her own expulsion, ravaging Odessa’s mouth even as the white stained her lips and tongue as much as it did the other woman. But the strong taste of her potency reminded her of what she was truly after. Releasing Odessa’s face she moved her hands to the woman’s shoulders before firmly pressing her down towards the bed, nipping at her lower lip one last time as eyes clenched from passion suddenly opened in surprise. No longer trapped between the two women her member flopped downward once more, swinging heavily from side to side as she scooted back slightly until her knees came to rest besides the Megaran’s corded thighs. She smiled as she looked down at her shaft hanging over the woman’s form, before looking back up to meet Odessa’s eyes.
The woman’s face was clouded with lust, eyes red and still watery from the intense facefuck she’d received minutes ago. Whatever had remained of Kassandra’s load on her face had been smeared by the subsequent embrace, coating her stretched mouth in uneven spots of white. As Kassandra grasped her massive shaft firmly by the root, the Megaran’s eyes were drawn down once more, before flicking between the ridiculous member and her own terrifyingly ordinary slit.
“Please, take it slow…” Odessa pleaded, her voice hitching with the anticipation.
Her eyes came to rest on the Spartan’s massive sack. Despite the massive load now warming her insides they still seemed dangerously swollen, and for a moment her mind drifted as she wondered about the mercenary’s potency. If the sheer size and thickness of her seed was any indication then she had enough release to get the entire village with child. Perhaps she should-
Her eyes widened as something warm and massive was pressed against her folds. Kassandra had leaned forward, her sculpted and now glistening bulk looming over her, one hand resting next to her head on the bed as the other had aimed her shaft downwards allowing the orange-sized head to come dangerously close to piercing her barrier. She met the Spartan’s eyes again as she saw a hunger edging her smouldering gaze, only deepening as she felt another soft spurt of precum burst from her cockhead and leaking into the folds it was so firmly pressed against.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take my time.” She smirked as she emphasized the affirmation with a slow roll of her hips prodding her giant head ever so slightly through Odessa’s folds, pushing her continuing leakage and the still-clinging dregs of seed beyond her outer lips. “I’ll make this a night to remember.”
As the tip pierced her folds Odessa gasped, hands clawing into the bed to her sides as the massive head barged into her delicate depths. Even soaking wet as she was from the foreplay it was still by far the largest member she had ever taken, and every inch it moved further inside stretched her sensitive tunnel to widths she’d never dreamed of. Pleasure flooded her body as the sheer sensations sent her already precarious arousal over the edge, clenching her eyes and slamming her head back down to the bed as she tried to weather the storm. The Spartan’s incredible cock slowed its already glacial pace even further as her tunnel grasped it even tighter in its orgasmic throes.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Kassandra groaned, her own brow furrowing in concentration as she tried to control herself. Odessa’s warm folds were demanding every ounce of her willpower to halt the instincts screaming out for her to bury herself to the hilt. Even with as much as experience as she had with letting partners get used to her size, she could still never get truly used to the sensations of their bodies struggling to do so.
Odessa slowly felt herself return to some degree of consciousness as her climax subsided, the mind-numbing sensation making way for the sheer mix of overwhelming pleasure and painful stretching her poor body was being forced to accept. She glanced down at the scene of the battle and saw to her shock that the Spartan had barely finished working even half of her monstrous length inside, the member looking as hard as the steel bar it felt like inside of her. She looked back up at the Misthios’ lust-filled eyes, wanting to say something, only for the cock to slide another half-inch deeper into her and again flooding her with pleasure as its sheer girth pulled her lips in with it for but a moment and allowed her hard clit to be dragged along the length as well. It was all she could do to stay with the mercenary even as she continued to press inexorably forward.
“Hhnnnnng! Anything would be tight with this fucking monster shoved into it!” She groaned out, head slamming back into the mattress. “Gods, I don’t know if I could even feel anyone else inside of me again after this. You’re ruining me!”
Kassandra grinned as her pride surged at the woman’s claim, her member throbbing powerfully in agreement. “You won’t want anyone else,” she said, punctuating it with another wrist-thick inch of her shaft sinking into the woman’s grasping folds. “Because nobody else can make you feel like this.”
The Megaran’s mind was going into overdrive, all thoughts and concerns fading to pleasure as the Spartan’s fruit-sized head started to press against her innermost depths. By all logic it should be hurting, but all she could feel was the incredible stretching sensation the member was giving her as the throbbing length crawled further and further inside of her. No wonder Kassandra called it a blessing; her cock had to be divine.
As the mercenary finally started to fit the final quarter of her massive member inside of the woman, she felt Odessa cross the edge again; another explosive orgasm rocking her to her very core. The massive set of balls came to rest against her ass, sweaty orbs slapping against cheeks drenched with the juices she had been leaking profusely for the last few minutes.
The Spartan held her herself still for nearly a full agonizing minute, allowing Odessa’s climax to run its course as she was paused a fraction of her intended target. As she slowly leaned back her free right hand went down to grab the woman’s right hip, moving the Megaran’s twitching leg from its splayed sideways position to rest against her, ankle on her shoulder and still firmly gripped at the thigh.
Kassandra couldn’t help but admire the woman’s figure again for a moment. The physical exercise she’d been putting her through had had quite an effect; short hair now matted to her forehead from the sweat as various muscles were even more pronounced from the sheer effort she’d been expending on trying to keep herself in control as she’d grabbed at anything from the Spartan herself to the sheets. A thick bulge reached from her mound up to under her abs, Kassandra’s sheer girth too large to be restricted from sight by the sinewy woman’s form. She felt herself throb at the sight, her massive balls working overtime to replenish their stocks for the next spreading of her seed.
For a moment she paused. Odessa clearly had great plans for her life, none of which seemed to include any great attachments. She wanted to forge a legend; and that would leave precious little time for distraction. And yet she’d not denied her, not even given a word of warning. She’d seen what she could do, what blessings Kassandra could bestow, and done nothing. The mercenary knew what sort of effect her member could have on women, even men sometimes, but she never felt like it overrode their good sense. She had few senses stronger than the primal one that demanded for her to spread her seed far and wide, but her intuition had yet to lead her astray. And it screamed to her, even louder than her libido did, that the smaller woman wanted her to do what she was clearly aiming to do, begging even.
And so, as Odessa finally came down from her orgasm the Spartan tightened her grip on the woman’s thighs and used the looseness of her soaked folds to insistently sink her massive shaft in as deep as it seemingly was able to go, the broad head coming to rest against the smaller woman’s cervix. The Megaran seemed almost shocked out of her ecstasy as her eyes shot back open at the sensation, mouth opening in a silent gasp as a hand shot down to her stomach almost out of reflex to feel what was happening to her body. Kassandra seized the chance to lean in, pulling the other woman into another embrace and locking lips once more. As she again enjoyed Odessa’s skilful tongue she slowly rolled her hips, shaft rotating ever so slightly almost as if to stretch the woman’s tight tunnel just a bit further, softly bumping into her innermost barrier to prepare it for any direct contact in the near future. All the while she could feel Odessa’s nectar drip down the last few inches that remained outside of her body, flowing freely down her balls and soaking into the woman’s bed.
When she felt the Megaran was ready, she slowly pulled away from the kiss, eyes gazing into her partner’s as she righted herself and tightened the grip on the woman’s thighs anew.
“Get ready.” Kassandra whispered, before smirking at her. “And try not to come that quickly again. I would have hoped that you would have better stamina than that.”
Odessa seemed stunned for a moment, caught between the overwhelming pleasure and the sudden indignation, before stammering out a reply. “I have been busy! You don’t have too much time for fucking around when you are-”
She stopped herself, seeming to think for a moment, only to roll her eyes and drop her head back onto the mattress. “Just shut up and break me already.” She sighed, fingers curling back into the sheets as Kassandra moved ever so slightly to a better position for what was to come.
The mercenary laughed at that. “As you wish.”, she stated, before slowly starting to pull her monstrous member back out of its newfound sheath. Odessa’s folds struggled against every inch pulled from their clinging embrace as their mistress couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. Her back arched up as the massive protrusion on her lower half receded, the mercenary’s member finally coming to rest with nothing but the massive head still inside, the fist-sized crown so wide it was pulling Odessa’s lower lips outward with it. As she paused again, enjoying the sight, she saw Odessa crane her head back up as well, lust-filled eyes locking onto the span and a half worth of painfully erect cock connecting her to the Spartan. Every vein and bulge was thrown into a sharp relief due to the wet sheen from the Megaran’s juices as it throbbed slowly yet insistently, the warmth of its continued seepage now leaking down from Odessa’s stretched lips along with her own nectar.
Odessa’s eyes flicked back up to meet Kassandra’s. Her wide eyes filled with lust, hesitation, even a trace of fear.
But above all, desire.
Kassandra shoved herself home, her cock piercing her partner’s core in moments. This is what all the preparation had been for; all the slow build up allowing her to now wield every inch of her oversized endowment to its fullest. The sheer depth of the thrust seemed to shock Odessa, the woman sharply inhaling as her arms shot back up to wrap around Kassandra seemingly to hold on for dear life. Kassandra couldn’t help but smile down at the smaller woman as she bottomed out inside of her, cockhead brushing, touching, the gate to her innermost depths before reversing course and pulling herself nearly all the way back out.
She slightly adjusted her pose as she started to build up speed, moving down just enough for the Megaran’s arms to work their way back up to her neck and letting her gaze deep into Odessa’s eyes to see just what every single probing near-jab at her womb was doing to her. Even with several inches never making it inside her burning sheath the feeling was still enough to almost overwhelm her. Jests at Odessa’s stamina aside, the Spartan had not had the chance to sate herself either for some time and was feeling the effects. She was going to have to make the next few minutes count.
Kassandra started to build up to a pummelling rhythm, nearly a foot of bottle-thick cock rolling in and out of the Megaran’s folds. The woman’s inner muscles tried in vain to hold on to the shaft with a borderline death grip, but only succeeded in driving the passions of both giver and receiver wild with their clenching. Odessa stared straight into the Spartan’s eyes, mouth still frozen wide open in a silent moan as all she could do was bring forth halting gasps at the sheer sensations assaulting her insides.
The mercenary smiled down at the Megaran before leaning down, their sweat-matted foreheads meeting as she allowed herself to be lost in the feeling for a moment. The gripping on her monstrous member, the clasping hands on her back, her dangerously swollen testicles pummelling Odessa’s taut ass as they readied themselves for inevitable second release.
Her hands released the smaller woman’s thighs, restraint no longer needed as their shared passion kept her pinned to the bed regardless, and were planted firmly in the mattress to the sides of Odessa’s head. She dropped herself even closer to Odessa’s squirming form, breasts meeting and pressing together as she moved her head up ever so slight. As she pressed a kiss on the Megaran’s forehead she felt her move her head to the side, Odessa’s face pressing into the side of her neck. Kassandra bit her lip as the smaller woman attack the side of the neck, a barrage of kisses, nips and even bites joining her grip on her shoulders.
Her mobility restricted by the very pose and her peak fast approaching, Kassandra changed tempo; long deep strokes making way for a pummelling rhythm that saw her plant her gargantuan cockhead directly against Odessa’s cervix before retreating just a scant few inches and repeating with a punishing pace. “Oh fuuuuhuhuhuuck” the smaller women cried out, silence finally broken as the Spartan seemed intent on taking her final obstacle; the sheer overwhelming sensation of her sensitive final barrier being assaulted so vigorously finally bringing her close to another climax of her own.
Kassandra savoured the sensation, the sturdier gate of Odessa’s womb meeting her own crown resulting in an intoxicating pleasure she always hoped to seize from moments like these. She felt the well-worn tunnel grow ever tighter as her control started the slip; already monstrous shaft swelling even further to accommodate a load that was sure to dwarf her earlier one as her apple-sized balls screamed for a chance to unburden themselves.
She hooked her arms behind Odessa, pulling the woman into a full embrace now, finally at the end. Leaning to her ears, she barely managed to grunt out a final statement as every other shred of her mind was devoted to holding herself on the brink.
“Where?” She said, her voice thick with passion, “I’m about to-”
“Inside!” Odessa cried out, heedless of her own proximity to the Spartan’s ears. “Oh gods, fill me up!”
“As! You! WISH!” Kassandra groaned back, control finally slipping as she punctuated the statement with staccato thrusts planted squarely against Odessa’s deepest depths. Her massive cockhead planting itself firmly against her cervix as it erupted again, drenching Odessa’s insides utterly.
The Megaran felt the first burst of seed pierce her womb, any heat from the member’s earlier leakage paling in comparison to the molten flow that now blasted inside of her. Her third climax took her as Kassandra pulled back barely an inch after the first second-long rope only to ram home again and unleash another one just as voluminous and just as mind-searingly hot. She could feel the Spartan repeat the move as her eyes rolled back and her mind went white; even as the head finally breached her womb to truly paint it just as monochrome. Even through the momentary flash of pain the pleasure still triumphed and stopped Odessa from even holding onto the Spartan’s shoulders anymore; helpless to stop her and utterly unwilling to even try if she was.
Kassandra felt the raging storm inside her finally find an outlet, every thrust into Odessa’s ungodly tight sheath milking another gout of baby-batter from her. After a few thrusts she felt the body pressing again he own stomach expand, and fully knowing what the cause was allowed herself to slip from the Megaran’s loosening, twitching grip to lean back and again take in the body of her partner.
The bulge leading from her petals to Odessa’s midsection was as bulging as it was before after the initial penetration, but the head had become lost in a more formless swell. The smaller woman’s womb so filled by the Spartan’s inhuman load that it had grown to resemble that of a woman with child and already showing, and still growing by the second.
The sight of the effect she was having on Odessa’s body and the promises of the future that it made did nothing but spur Kassandra’s climax further, her sack dredging up every ounce of life-giving fluids they could gather as the forearm sized member currently stretching Odessa’s folds to their limit finally ceased to be adequate to hold in the sheer quantity of white currently drenching it. The foamed white already covering the meeting place of the Spartan’s spear and Odessa’s overtaxed folds quickly made way for gouts of seed that simply could not and would not be able to be contained within.
The Spartan finally started to feel her climax slow down, over a minute of pure release finally starting to deplete her reserves as she felt her own backwash drench her legs, Odessa’s ass, and the mattress below it. Her still massive shaft pulsed slower and slower, the final few blasts leaving the smaller woman’s lower half filled to where she seemed heavy with twins. As she finally felt herself slowly start to soften she saw Odessa return from Olympus as well, eyes refocusing as hands that had been grasping wildly at the sheets besides her wandered instead to her false baby bump, gingerly feeling just what the mercenary had managed to do to her even as she was barely able to comprehend the sheer pleasure it brought.
As both women returned to some semblance of mental clarity Kassandra started to pull back, the sensation of her still-wide head leaving Odessa’s innermost sanctum eliciting another raw moan from the smaller woman’s long-hoarse throat. She caught herself with a hand on the edge of the bed as one of her sandals almost slipped on the now cum-stained stone floor, before fully pulling her now soft member from Odessa’s folds. Even dormant it was near a span long, drenched in an off-white mix of her own and Odessa’s fluids.
She managed a step to the side before allowing herself to fall onto the bed next to the smaller woman, landing on her back as she finally started to feel the physical toll of the passionate encounter catch up with her. As she tried to control herself with measured deep breaths, she felt a hand trace her hard stomach. Looking to the side, Odessa’s eyes met hers, perfectly content and still dazed from the mind-numbing pleasure that she’d been subjected to. She tried to turn over, only for her inflated stomach to halt her turn, causing her to fall back on the mattress with a moan and clutching it with both hands.
Kassandra chuckled before turning over herself and onto her forearms, careful to avoid Odessa’s lower half even as she leaned toward her face and allowed her to take her lips into a soft kiss. Almost chaste compared with their earlier ones, but all that the Megaran was able to muster right now.
Odessa was the first to release it, smiling up at the larger mercenary looking down on her even as her eyes were lidded with exhaustion. “Thank you,” she whispered, voice hoarse from the strain and still breathless from the physical effort. “That was… I don’t even have the words for it”. Kassandra couldn’t help but smirk.
“So would you say that I managed to make you swoon?” She joked, a note of mirth seeming to eclipse the previous lust in her eyes. Odessa simply looked at her with a quirked brow for a second, before she remembered the Spartan’s early remark. She sighed as she let her head hang back limply once more. “For one with such prowess as yourself it certainly does not seem to extend to your sense of humour.”
The Spartan shook her head as her smile grew. “The gods could not grant me every gift, Odessa. Some sacrifices had to be made in order to allow the rest of Greece a chance to compete.”
The Megaran felt herself smirk as well at Kassandra’s arrogance; she would offer a retort but the sheer weight of the larger woman’s inevitable counterargument was distracting enough to snatch it from her mind. Instead she simply laid there, hands continuing to caress her swollen womb. But even so, she could not resist a final barb to close out this wonderful evening before the now surely exhausted Misthios went on her way to finish their shared burden.
“And yet, despite my request, you seem to have come up short, Kassandra” She turned to look directly at the Misthios. “You said you would break me, but all you’ve done is sate me.”
Kassandra seemed unphased by the comment as she held the smaller woman’s gaze with her own smile, until Odessa felt the mirth in her eyes warm back into lust. She suddenly felt something poke into the side of her thigh. Wet, hot, massive, and painfully erect.
Odessa’s eyes went wide as Kassandra’s own smile broadened with an almost predatory glee.
“It’s unwise to mistake an intermission for a finale, Odessa. It seems your odyssey still has a few lessons left for you to learn.”
The Megaran swallowed, wondering for a moment whether she had the will or stamina to make it through another round with the Amazonian beauty. She decided that regardless, it was worth the risk.
“Teach me, Kassandra.”
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Kassandra finished refastening the straps on her breastplate as she slowly sauntered out of the farmhouse. The sun had barely finished rising, but she had too many tasks still to complete in Megara to dawdle any longer. As she reached down to refasten her member in its protective straps beneath her recovered pteruges, she couldn’t help but look back into the small building.
Odessa still slept soundly on the bed, her lower half still distended from one of Kassandra’s many loads. The house’s interior was a mess, any flat surface large enough to hold a woman with any degree of comfort cleared of any detritus and stained with the results of the inevitable coupling. Gods, she had needed the relief more badly than she’d thought.
Her muscles ached from the night’s efforts, but it was a pleasant burn. If Odessa had had half as much enjoyment as she had had, then it truly must’ve been the night of her life. Of course, the Megaran had become quite incoherent by the end, so she wasn’t quite able to confirm as such. Never let it be said that the Misthios was not good for her word.
Now all that remained was to finish solving Odessa’s issues via confronting their perpetrator in the nearby city, so that she might finally be able to live a more peaceful life. And to visit her in a few months to see whether this night had any other outcomes besides sore muscles and lust-drunk minds, of course.