Bred by the Spartans by Emily Tilton Read Free Book Online

Thaleia,” he commanded. “I am going to ride to my bliss, now.”
    It was, paradoxically, Zeus’ favorite position, this position fit above all for the simple beasts. But the simple beasts did not know the joy of a god who adopts the posture to enjoy the bottom of a maiden. They did not know what joy lay in putting off the godhead and rutting until you felt that you were only an enormous, avenging cock in a girl who might pretend that she didn’t want you there, but cried out for it and then cried out under you.
    He was on all fours over Thaleia, and his cock was in her bottom again, and now he abandoned everything but the fuck in the tight ring of a girl who had resisted. Now Thaleia was screaming out the pleasure of the strange backwards bliss that Zeus seemed able to give a girl whose bottom he spent all night in. She cried, “Lord… lord… oh, Zeus…”
    The sound of his name drove him at last (with his consent, to be sure, as always) to his own bliss, and he shot his Olympian essence into Thaleia’s backside as she sobbed with the aftermath of her own climax beneath him.
    In front of the platform, standing clear in the circle of light from the torches on the dais, stood Aphrodite, with Eros hovering next to her, a few feet off the ground. The divinities of lust, the most powerful divinities of all, smiled at him. Well, they would smile, he thought, having just proven once again their sovereignty.
    Zeus rose, giving Thaleia a little kiss on the cheek as he did so, and saying, “Thank you, sweet girl. I hope you find more of that in the lands of men.” Thaleia lay there, still breathing hard. Zeus saw with satisfaction a trickle of his seed, glowing with his divinity, trailing down the little valley of Thaleia’s still widespread bottom.
    To Aphrodite he said, “Thank you, lady. Delivery to Olympia by daybreak?”
    “Of course, lord,” Aphrodite said. The Graces, surprisingly strong and swift, would bear the sleeping Thaleia down the mountain and all the way to the sanctuary of Zeus in Olympia, hundreds of miles away, in the flickering of an eye.
    Zeus could not resist giving the lovely bottom, which had given him so much pleasure, a pat and a rub, which made Thaleia whimper in the divine sleep that was now falling upon her. Then he turned and descended the platform, still naked, and entered the tunnel that led back to his own palace.
    When he had gotten halfway there, however, he halted his progress at the sound of a conversation coming through the tubes that Hephaestus had installed in the tunnel so that Zeus could be ever aware of the matters of the gods. A girl was speaking, and the voice was coming from the sound-tube that led to the palace of Apollo.
    “Lord,” she said, “I know you are occupied with many cares…”
    “Indeed,” Zeus’ son’s voice came back. “I must drive the Sun’s chariot today, though it was supposed to be his turn.”
    “Lord, my sister Thaleia…”
    “What of her?” Apollo sounded interested. Zeus smiled. Argeia and Thaleia had been much in the conversation of the male Olympians.
    “Zeus broke her last night.”
    “Oh,” said Apollo, his interest seeming to ebb markedly. “I am sorry.”
    “Lord!” came Argeia’s voice more frantically, and from farther away. Apollo must have begun to go to his stable for the chariot.
    “What is it?” Apollo’s voice was exasperated.
    “Lord Apollo, I give you myself, if you can help Thaleia!”
    Zeus chuckled.
    “Interesting,” said Apollo, sounding again like he meant it. “Why don’t you make sure you’re waiting, naked, on my sleeping couch, when I return from the ride.”
    There was a pause.
    “Argeia,” said Apollo, “did you mean what you said?”
    “Yes, lord,” Argeia replied softly.
    “Then I look forward to taking your maidenhead tonight.” Zeus listened for a few moments more, but it appeared that Apollo had gone.
    Zeus smiled. He had to admit that after the events with Clea in his andron he’d