All characters in this story are above 18.
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He was walking along the mountain path. He was lost among the mountains for a few days.
He was wearing a worn himation. He looked no older than 20. He had short blond hair in curls, he looked like a sculpture of Apollo with his broad chest and ripped arms.
He was the son of a wealthy merchant in Thebes. He is on his way to Athens to study arts which have always been his passion. His father had warned him about the dangers of this journey, but he ignored him and started his journey.
He walked along the mountain path with unwavering resolution. He hunted a deer two days ago for food, it is nearly over now. He must look for another quarry.
Then he saw a stream flowing through the rocks, he followed it upstream. The water is crystal clear. The stream is coming from a small pond situated in a groove.
There on the rocks by the pond sat a woman, she was of such breathtaking beauty that he had no words to describe her, her dark hair fell down to her waist, her pale skin the colour of freshly fallen snow, her are the colour of gold, the snake skin around her waist glittered in the sun, she was completely naked , her voluptuous breasts stood proudly on her chest, her eyes moved towards him and he felt instantly drawn towards her.
He started walking towards her, she stood up and placed her hand behind his head and suddenly pulled him into a kiss. The kissed passionately as if they were lovers meeting after many years.
She pushed him onto the ground and fell on the top of him. She ripped apart his himation and slowly slid down to his groin.
She took his already hard and throbbing cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head, she sucked as if she had centuries of experience in it. He started moaning in pleasure, his cock threatening to burst out in pleasure.
"Mmmm.."
She looked up at him, something changed in her eyes, they were black now and full of lust. There is something ancient about her.
She increased her pace. He moaned harder and harder, he is soo near climax. The woman seemed to sense it because she removed her mouth from his groin.
She started licking his abdomen slowly moving up, when she reached his neck she looked up at his face. He looked at her, her face is no longer human but still beautiful.
"Who.. Wh.. What are you?" He asked.
"I am Lamia. Mistress of Zeus, cursed to be a monster that feeds on young men by Hera." She replied .
He recoiled from her, was she going to kill him, she definitely seemed capable.
She looked so miserable, he realized he had one mission in life to make this woman happy.
