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“As a slave should serve. On your knees, of course.”
And she knew what Patroclus would say...
“Achilles.” Patroclus’s tone was chiding. “She’s a queen, not one of your whores.”
And she knew what she would say...
“I’m not a queen anymore.”
And with that, Lia went down onto her knees as Achilles laughed in his delight. She looked up once at Patroclus before she took his cock in hand and brought it to her mouth. As she surrounded it, drawing it in, Patroclus shuddered. He gently cupped the back of her head. Lia felt his hands stroke her hair, and she turned her gaze upward to see his head fall back in pleasure as she sucked him. As if he sensed her gaze, he looked down at her and lightly lifted her hair, held it fisted in his hand as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Lia wrapped her arms around his waist and sucked him hard, hungrily, moving her mouth on him in rhythm with his quick rasping breaths. She dug her fingers into the flesh of his lower back and sucked until the swollen tip of his cock pressed against the very back of her throat.
She turned her head just slightly and saw Achilles—August—stretched out on his side, stroking himself as he watched them, his body bathed in the flicking light of the fire. He was hard again already.
“Lovely,” Patroclus said with a low groan. He lowered his hands to her hair and cupped the back of her head. On his wrists he still wore his leather vambraces, and she wrapped her small hands around them.
Lia had imagined them in her fantasies about him, but this was the first time she ever truly felt the stiff leather under her fingers and the zigzag pattern of the thongs that tied them and held them in place. Suddenly she became aware of Achilles standing next to her. She’d been so lost in the pleasure of touching and sucking Patroclus that she hadn’t known he was there until she felt a third hand on her head.
“Lovely queen...” Achilles softly whispered. Patroclus gently withdrew his cock and Achilles took his place in her mouth.
She sucked him deep, still clinging to Patroclus’s wrist to steady herself as Achilles fucked her mouth. Lia knew she should feel ashamed of herself—and she did—and she knew she should be terrified to be used by these two lethal men—and she was. But the shame and the fear were two little drops of rain falling onto the ocean of her desire.
Patroclus knelt behind her as she licked Achilles’s organ from the base to the tip. His strong arms came around her and his lips kissed her neck as he held her breasts in his hands, squeezing and lifting and holding them hard. She felt his cock seeking the entrance of her body. It pressed and pushed into her wet folds. A primal instinct she didn’t know she possessed set her arching her back and spreading her thighs. The head of his cock found her hole and she sank down onto him as he pushed up and into her.
Speared as she was—a cock in mouth, a cock against her womb—she could hardly move. The men held her pinned in place. Achilles held her head as he pushed himself into her throat. Patroclus held her kneeling back against his chest. Nothing in her fantasies had prepared her for the sensations of being taken by two men at once. The scent of their bodies—salt and sweat—and the incredible heat of their skin, the taste of male flesh in her mouth and the sound of low hard breathing in her ears. And Patroclus’s hands all over her, groping at her breasts, pulling her nipples as his mouth licked and lapped and bit at her neck and shoulders.
The grip on her hair tightened. Achilles thrust into her mouth faster. He grunted softly, rapidly, in time with his thrusts as he worked himself toward his climax. Patroclus wrapped one hand gently around her throat and tilted her head back against his shoulder, holding her in place for Achilles to use. Her jaw ached, and her sex clenched around the cock inside her. Patroclus whispered, “You’ll have my seed next.”
Achilles grunted loudly, whimpered that way grown men did when undone. His seed, hot and thick, filled her mouth. Her throat moved against Patroclus’s strong palm as she swallowed every drop as it came.
When Achilles had emptied himself into her mouth, he pulled out and dramatically dropped to his knees.
“She sucked the life out of me,” he said with a sigh as he collapsed onto his side on the pillows.
Patroclus laughed softly as he pulled Lia back against him again, holding her tightly to his chest. She looked at her own body and saw his impossibly thick strong arms imprisoning her, the vambraces on his wrists, the veins popping in the hands that squeezed her breasts and the cock inside her, spearing her from behind.
“They say he’s immortal,” Patroclus rasped into her ear, loud enough for Achilles to hear. “But you and I know his mortal weakness. Suck his cock and he’s done for.”
“Don’t let that get out,” Achilles said, propping himself up on his elbow again. “Bad enough I have every Trojan soldier aiming for my heart. I don’t need them trying to get under my pteruges, as well.”
“I’d pay a month’s wages to see one try,” Patroclus said. “I might bribe a Trojan tomorrow, if I can find one that won’t run from me at first sight.”
“Are you going to mock me or fuck her?” Achilles asked.
“I can’t do both?”
Achilles patted the pillow next to him. “Come here.”
“Me or her?” Patroclus asked.
“Both, old man.”
Patroclus lightly pushed her forward onto her hands. He pulled out of her, and as soon as he was out, her body clenched on the sudden emptiness inside her.
Lia crawled to the pillow and Achilles took her by the chin and kissed her. Patroclus laid on his side behind her, stroking her back while Achilles pinched her nipples.
“You like Patroclus?” Achilles asked as he looked at the breast he held in his hand.
