Warning : This story has homosexual themes as well as erotic couplings.
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Lady Medusa was to wed Amyntas, one of the wealthiest merchants of Athens.
He was chosen at her father's approval, whether it was for riches or higher position. She however, only invested in passion. She was no virgin, nor was she a whore but she always appreciated the sensual pleasures of being with a man. She wanted a man who could penetrate her and leave her yearning for more. She had had a taste of Amyntas and he was lacking. He did not want to wait till their wedding night as was customary; a dying one at that. He wanted to taste her bronze skin upon their meeting and she could not deny her husband to be. Although his shaft had good measure, he did not know how to use it. He was too gentle and too sweet.
She longed for passion, for pain, as well as the immense pleasure derived from both. She grew angry at Amyntas, at his soft kisses and his gentle embrace. She directed him on their first night together, urging him on and letting him know what pleased her, what she longed for...but he refused her every wish and only he found pleasure that night. He fell asleep within a few moments, only bringing himself to satisfaction by his lazy thrusts. She left his side and covered her naked body, ready to walk without attendance to her special place.
Medusa adored the shores of Athens. In her youth, she as well as her sisters played among the Obsidian caverns which lined the shore, teasing the crabs and crawling creatures for amusement. Even though she was expected to outgrow her childhood love of this vast playground, she still felt a strong connection to the place. Her father, also a merchant, built his home on the high and sturdy cliffs overlooking the sea. She was even certain that Poseidon watched over her family. Her forefathers had fished the great waters and were blessed with food and treasures from the deep. They wanted for nothing and her house devoted their worship to Poseidon. Medusa was the only exception.She had always been a defiant tomboy.
One night Athena visited her in a dream and bestowed a blessing upon her. Growing into womanhood, she found herself blessed with lustrous, raven tresses, soft and fragrant golden-brown skin, heaving, luscious breasts and wide hips which only mothers could boast of. It seemed that not only Aphrodite could bestow the gift of beauty. She gave the goddess praise for not only these physical attributes, but for her great combatting skills and quick wit as well. Remnants of her wild years still remained with her.
Now she feared the Fates had doomed her to a life of boredom and mediocrity. If she was to serve as Amyntas' wife, she would do so only for the good-standing of her father. She loved him dearly and was prepared to sacrifice her happiness for him. She had no hopes left. All she cared for was now lost. Her thoughts fell upon Poseidon as her bare feet met with the fizzing sea-water. Would he grant her happiness if she called upon him? For a long time she neglected his worship but she had to try. It seemed that Athena's blessings would be wasted on a mate who did not match her. Her prayers to the Goddess seemed to fall on deaf ears as soon as she began to take interest in men.
She had heard stories of how the blood of the Sea Goddess Ceto ran through her family's veins. Surely that should mean something to Poseidon. She was not a vain woman but she knew that she was meant to be with someone greater than a mere merchant. What had changed? Was all this Athena's will? She had many other questions, especially for her father. Why Amyntas and why marry her off now? She should have been given to one of her guards...but that couldn't happen. That very first time came to mind.
*Untouched*
Many lusted after Medusa and she also had strong desires of her own. Her first taste of lovemaking was with her two guards, Alexio and Seneca. They kept watch over her in her younger years and were both beautiful men, as well as great fighters. They fought many battles together and were very well known as a result. Her father hired them as protectors for his daughters but when the other two were married off, Medusa became their sole concern.
She had seen them as her brothers since both were only a few years older. They taught her how to attack and defend herself with all manner of weapons and it seemed that they too were a blessing from Athena.
One night, while her father was away on business, Medusa was awoken by loud groaning coming from outside. The crashing of the waves below almost drowned them out, but she could still hear the sounds. Her senses were always as sharp as an owl's and she left her warm bed to venture out into the night. Curiosity led her to the opening of her brothers' tent and she was delighted to find them intertwined in their linen sheets. Seneca, the eldest of the two was taking Alexio from behind.
Seneca and Alexio were almost identical in form. Both were of imposing height and their entire bodies were golden tone; marked by the searing sun during long marches across dry desserts and unconquered lands. The only difference between the two was that Alexio's handsome face featured green eyes. Seneca's eyes were a muddy brown and he had a long scar which ran from his left temple down to his cheek. Still he was beautiful; both men were and as their bodies sheened with sweat, she became envious. The two moaned in their heights of ecstasy and for the first time Medusa saw what the naked bodies of men looked like.
Her two champions were giving her a taste of love and lust. She instantly desired them and the intense love they shared. To be held by those strong arms and to be subdued into every position imaginable was her only wish. Her excitement grew when Seneca pulled out of Alexio and exposed his thick and glistening member. She wanted to touch the length of it and to offer the same pleasure that Alexio had given. Even for Alexio she wanted to do the same, because she loved them equally. She continued to watch as Seneca flipped his lover over and took Alexio's long and erect organ into his mouth. Medusa could feel a hot liquid trickling between her thighs, inside that private place that she never dared to explore. She didn't know what was happening to her but she liked it... no, she loved it. If she could, she would have stood there all night, just to watch them.
Seneca's mouth rose and fell over Alexio's tanned cock and within moments a thick white liquid spurted out, even as Seneca still held it in his strong grip. She was fascinated and wanted to get a closer look but she had to leave them. The fiery sensation she was now feeling needed to be arrested. She was a young woman of 20, practically almost an old woman in her own eyes. Never in all her years did she ever feel such a longing between her legs. Her father had kept all knowledge and experiences of this pleasure hidden from her and she wondered why. Such exquisite sensations shouldn't be kept secret.
Back in her bed she began to fondle her heavy breasts under her garment, as well as the dark flesh between her thighs. As she did so, the pleasure grew beyond her control, but she did not know how to ease her suffering. Was there anything sweeter than this? How long would she have to continue touching her body? Did the quickening of her heartbeat mean that death would come if she continued? She didn't know what to do and began to cry out. Even in this moment of delight, fear gripped her but she could not stop her quick hands from teasing her hot center. Not one inch of her body was immune from the searing lashes of heat that burned within her.
"Well, I see our lady is enjoying herself!" a masculine voice said in the dark.
Medusa left her trance and could make out two figures in the dark. Her brothers came into her tent, curious about the noises she was now producing. She had forgotten about them and was only transfixed on this new discovery. Both of their bodies were glistening still, maybe with sweat or was it sea water? She was not aware of how much time had passed since she left them, yet it was very likely that they had cleansed their bodies. She could smell the salt water on them. That sweet musky scent which was present during their lovemaking was now gone. She clamped her thick thighs shut and hid herself in shame. She didn't know whether she should apologize or be angry at their intrusion. As she struggled to speak, both came closer and climbed unto the bedding.
"We apologize little sister. We had no intention of scaring you...nor were we hiding ourselves from you when you came upon us in bed. Why then do you hide this beautiful sight from us?" Seneca said spreading her legs apart.
"How...how did you know that I watched?"
"We could smell your lovely scent... coming from here." Alexio whispered as his fingers ran across her wet slit. "You are a virgin... are you not? If it were not for the pain you would have to endure, we would bring our lady much more pleasure than she feels now."
Seneca climbed over her and rested at her side. The moonlight from the slight opening in her tent allowed her to see his slow movements as his hand reached for her bosom. He tore away at the sheer garments which hid her body well and cupped her heavy breast in his hand.
"We still have other ways to please her." Seneca replied and his lips enclosed over the dark bud as his hot mouth suckled her.
