Letting the King Watch (Exhibitionism and Voyeurism Erotica): Part Eleven of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea by Roxie Noir Read Free Book Online Page B

her on had turned into sex: sometimes with men, sometimes with women, sometimes with monsters, two or three of them, the most depraved things anyone could imagine. She had enjoyed it, and she knew she enjoyed sending her away on these missions, but should she give him the satisfaction?
    Heraklea stared at the king for seconds on end.
    "Yes," she finally said.
    "Ah, good," he said lightly, looking away again at a bird landing on a branch. There was another long pause. "I need the apples of the Hesperides," he said.
    "I see."
    "For the festival. In two weeks."
    Klea just nodded. For one second she thought they'd been about to have a heart-to-heart, where he asked her if she wanted to stay on at his court and she'd said yes, she'd like that, and if he ever needed a monster taken care of he'd do it, but he'd just been sitting in the gardens, not thinking about her at all other than as a way to get something he needed.
    She stared at him, disappointed. For a moment she thought she might cry, but she blinked back tears. There was still one more task after this one, a few more weeks, maybe, of getting to stay at the palace.
    "I'll get them," she said, and turned away. She didn't see whether he watched her leave or not.
     
    ***
     
    The king watched her walk away, that beautiful ass swaying beneath the translucent material of her long white dress. Once she was gone, he stood and walked the opposite direction, out of the gardens, back to his chambers where the captain of his guard was waiting.
    "Tell me when she's preparing to leave," he said.
    "Yes sir," the captain responded.
     
    The Hesperides were at the literal end of the earth, fruit that grew on the tree that held the sky, the tree that the titan Atlas guarded. To get the apples she'd have to go through him.
    The king knew exactly how she'd deal with Atlas. He knew exactly how she'd dealt with every single problem he'd put in front of her. The knowledge kept the jar of olive oil in his bedside stand half-empty, his hands well-moisturized.
    When she met the titan, the king finally intended to watch it with his own eyes.
     
    ***
     
    Klea went back to her quarters, trying her best not to cry. There was this task and then one more, and then...? She hadn't even planned that far in advance. She'd go back to her parents' kingdom, she assumed, and prepare for one of two lives, motherhood or spinsterhood, and she wasn't sure which was worse. Maybe she should try to be a wandering mercenary, who'd kill monsters and other problems for pay, but that also meant a life with no creature comforts, begging food off of innkeepers, and being destitute the first time she got a bad injury.
    She didn't sleep that night, either, and though she thought about putting it off, she set out early the next morning for the Hesperides, armored, sword and bow in hand even though she was positive she wouldn't be using them. First thing in the morning she rode out of the palace, headed for the port, where she got on a ship headed to the ends of the earth, trying the entire time not to worry too much.
     
    ***
     
    "Sir," said the guard after coming into the king's chambers, "She's on her way out."
    "Where is she now?"
    "In the stables, sir. Getting a horse. She'll be leaving within the half hour."
    The king nodded, dismissing the man.
    He was prepared for this, even as he stayed an extra moment in bed, wondering if this was a good idea. After so much time thinking about how she defeated the monsters, about how she completed the tasks he set her, did he really want to see her in action? Was that sort of thing best left to the imagination?
    Besides, when was the last time he'd been out of the palace and unguarded? He hoped he remembered the niceties of being out in public. He wasn't sure he did.
    In a chest near the king's bed was a set of traveling clothes, a long hooded clock, and a satchel with plenty of money. As he was dressing, a guard knocked on the door and handed him a quantity of cured meats, cheeses,