Servants were quite busy in the palace tonight as yet another feast was in progress and Phoreneus was drinking heavily again. Having woken up late from his encounter with the dancing girl the night before, he was not satisfied, as her resistance to him filled him with more anger than lust. Most of the day he spent at the baths, and of course drinking heavily, so he was pretty lit already before tonight's activities even began. Now that the feast was in progress, he could barely stand. Lounging on his dining couch, he looked up to the upper rows of couches in the banquet hall and saw his wife Telledice glowering down at him, a contemptuous sneer plastered on her face.
"So my dear wife!" he called out to her, every eye in the room turning to hear his voice. "I apologize for not visiting you last night, but that fresh young ass I fucked kept me occupied far too long than she was worth and I fell asleep before I could come to your quarters." Laughing, he continued "I have been told however, that tonight's entertainment puts her to shame, so who knows, once I give the new meat the old princely poke I may be visiting you tonight after all for a taste of some older pussy for a change. You may want to leave the dinner early so you can go wash your cunt out in preparation for my royal visit!!!" Poking his chief guard in the ribs, he laughed hard, pounding the table with his hand shaking in laughter at what he thought was his "wit". The other guards and guests nervously joined in the laughter at his "joke", but it was uncomfortable and forced. Phoreneus's' behavior made everyone uncomfortable but himself.
"Your charm is legendary dear husband" Telledice hissed back, calling for another Amphora when suddenly the sound of zills rang through the marble hall. The melodic rhythmic music of the zills coupled with sound of jangling bells definitely announced that the time for the entertainment had arrived. Every eye in the hall turned towards the oaken door in the front which now had started to crack open. Peeking out with just her foot, Calisto stretched out her right leg, arching her foot, jingling the bells on her ankle bracelet. Adding now just her hand, clanging the zills between her fingers, the silence in the hall indicated that she was the complete center of attention. Smiling to herself, she had certainly put that golden medallion to good use, getting herself placed as the sole dancer for the head table.
Calisto was nervous but surprisingly confident. Inching more and more of her body out, her face veiled in silk, the audible gasps of male pleasure in the room caused her to grin when she was finally standing fully revealed on the small stage. Her gorgeous body was barely covered by her costume and from the hoots and applause it was obvious that her beauty was fully appreciated by the crowd. Tiny bells and jewels barely covered her nipples and her pussy was scantily clad in the briefest of loin cloths, her ass fully uncovered in the back. Zills in her hand, bells around her ankles and wrists, her only other covering was a gold coin belt and on her hand, the ring of invisibility, and a necklace hanging between her cleavage. Feeling the ring with her thumb, she smiled, as her plan already was in progress.
Looking out into the crowd, every eye was fixated fully on her body. Undulating her stomach as she clinked out a melody on her zills, she scanned the crowd, finally coming to rest on Phoreneus, the amulet Demetrius told her about hanging around his neck, silently leering at her, his mouth open in obvious unbridled lust. "BINGO" she thought to herself as she began to shimmy across the stage and onto the main banquet table.
Hands reached out to stroke her legs which she kicked away with her foot. She was a true sex goddess, and her beauty was so intimidating that these normally rough guards were putty in his hands, all desperate to win her favor. When one could take no more and began to crawl up onto the table to join her, she placed a foot onto his face and pushed him hard back into his seat, causing him to fall off of the dining couch to the obvious laughter of his companions.
Rocking her hips up and down she bent over and began to sway her breasts in time to the music, her cleavage and barely covered nipples hypnotizing Phoreneus and his guards with their power. Turning now to the crowd, her fully exposed delicious ass exposed to them, she flexed her ass cheeks and began to flutter them to the beat. Shimmying her body back and forth, she tossed her hair over back as she peaked over her shoulder and stared straight into the lust filled eyes of Phoreneus, removing her veil and dropping it to the floor. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was completely enraptured by her performance, and when she spun around and squatted onto the table, her pussy now largely exposed by the brief cloth hanging so loosely, and she shook her tits from side to side, he closed his eyes and smiled.
Squeezing her breasts together, she brought her right nipple up to her mouth and ran her tongue over the small jewel covering its now erect bud, ringing the bell with the tip. Standing up now, she confidently pranced across the line of tables and ended up standing right above Phoreneus, picking up a bunch of grapes from his table with her toes, she held them in front of his face. Completely enraptured by this vision, he reached out with his mouth and plucked one off with his teeth.
Deep in the Harem, Io was enjoying her bath. Her day had been like any endless number of days before and most likely would be like any of another endless parade of days after, unbelievable luxury mixed with incredible boredom. Relaxing in her tub, holding her long leg up out of the water she ran her soft soapy hands over her calves and sighed. She was so horny, desperate for the feel of a man, his strong hands stroking her skin, his hot breath on her pussy as he worshipped her womanhood, his hard cock plunging into her wet, warm inner depths. Closing her eyes, her silken fingers found their mark under the water and she began to rub tiny circles over her pulsing and throbbing clit. Purring as the erotic pressure began to build in her body, her left hand cupped her enormous and luscious breasts floating in the tub, nipples erect, just barely breaking the surface. Thirsty, she called out for one of her servants to bring her a goblet of wine.
Silence was the response to her call, and Io opened her eyes in surprise. Her servants were normally incredibly efficient and attentive and it was very odd that she ever had to make a request twice. Calling out again, her voice echoed through the empty marble halls, no response coming for her second request. Irritated now, Io emerged from her bath, drying herself quickly with the thick cloth towels, she dropped them to the floor not bothering to cover up. Nudity was quite the norm in the Harem, so after a few months without clothing none bothered ever covering themselves anymore. Walking angrily into the main hall to find out what was going on, she stopped and blinked at the sight, not believing what she was seeing.
There in the middle of the room, was a mass of writhing sweating desperate female flesh. All of her servants were there, bodies entwined, naked, wiggling, groaning, panting, it was quite the sight! She could not see what they were doing, but bunched up as they were, it was obvious that they all were focused intensely on something trapped underneath them, fully hidden from her view by their bodies. In the center of this pile of quivering estrogen was Beria, her head thrown back, tits bouncing wildly as she shrieked at the top of her lungs in obvious pleasure.
Her face quivering with rage Io screamed "WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!!!" causing the servants to immediately freeze and turn to look at her. Slowly, and obviously reluctantly they began to peel off of the pile. Finally, when all but Beria had gotten up, she saw it. There was a man lying on the floor under all that naked female flesh, shaking under the pussy that was grinding down onto his face. Beria, lost in pleasure, eyes closed tight, sweat pouring off of her body, groaning uncontrollably over Demetrius's talented mouth, had been so swept away by his oral attentions she had not noticed Io's presence.
Io was entranced. Laying on the floor in front of her was the body of an obviously gorgeous man, and having not seen the male form except the old Eunuch's in years, her eyes greedily drank in the sight. The first obvious thing she noticed was that this was NO Eunuch, although sadly that impressive package was caged away, she could clearly see it was impressive as it strained to burst out of its iron prison. The beautiful male body she saw before her instantly had her nectar gushing down her thighs. Strong legs, rippled abs, gorgeous chest, all covered in scratches and bite marks from her servants, this was a vision that would rival Adonis, and oddly it looked very familiar to her. Commanding Beria to get off his face, Beria screamed as one last orgasm ripped through her body before slowly sliding off. Looking down at the face, covered in the copious juices of her well serviced servant, hair completely disheveled, face coated and dripping, a grin firmly planted on his face was Demetrius. Instantly recognizing him Io screamed "DEMETRIUS!!!!!"
Back in the banquet hall, Calisto was working her charms. Spinning around on the table, she now presented her indescribably delicious ass to Phoreneus, and closing her eyes in mock ecstasy, she slowly lowered herself off of the table right into his lap, his obvious erection bending up the crack of her posterior as she lowered her weight onto his lap. "Oooooooooo, someone is liking my show!" she murmured as she felt his hard prick running up the smooth valley of her behind. Rubbing up and down, she played with his erection with her ass, giggling as she felt it quiver against her flesh, straining to rip out of his toga.
Crawling back onto the table, she turned and looked intensely into his eyes, spreading her legs wide, her glorious golden triangle achingly close and barely coved by just a tiny strip of cloth, her bejeweled legs and feet firmly planted on the table. As they both stared at each other, a smirk formed on her mouth when he blinked and looked away, her intensity too much to bare, and his arousal fast becoming unmanageable like a wild dog chewing its way out of a weakened cage. His hand was unsteady as he lifted a golden goblet of wine to his lips, dripping and spilling down his face.
Reaching down to his hand, she took the goblet from him. Holding it to her mouth, quaffing a large gulp it also spilled wine down her chest. Laughing, she poured the contents of the goblet down her breasts and over her stomach, finally emptying it right onto her tiny loincloth, causing it to instantly to cling to her mound, exposing every curve of her sex clearly in the flickering torchlight.
Phoreneus was beyond aroused, completely enraptured by this display. When Calisto leaned back on her back left elbow and brought her foot to the back of his neck, she pulled him slowly to her inner thigh, still dripping with wine. Looking down at the top of his head as he lightly licked the wine from her body, she whispered into his hear "Drink!" As he licked up her inner thigh, his rough hands grasping her leg, she felt the chain to his amulet on the back of his neck with her toes and smiled. Watching all of this from above, Telledice got up from her couch and stormed off to her apartments. This humiliation was too much to take.
Back in the harem, Io rushed to Demetrius as he started to stand and launched herself into his arms, grasping her ankles together behind his back, showering him with kisses. She had missed him so much, and now as the first intact man she had seen in years, she expressed her appreciation. Suddenly pulling back from kissing him, she looked into his eyes confused. "Demetrius how, I mean, you and the belt, Why, how did you, what?" she babbled as he kissed her deeply.
