Hekate and Her Son

Hekate was extremely poor. She was pretty, but not a beauty in the sense of early Greek culture. She and her son Dionys lived in a small, half-neglected cottage on the outskirts of the city. She accepted every alms, every little gift of food. Thank God her cottage was on the main road and she lay in wait for every merchant, every trader to sell her body. Dion retreated silently into the background of the cottage. He had known from an early age that he must not disturb his mother while she was fucking, she earned a few silver coins that way.

They slept naked on mats that were laid one behind the other. When the moon was full, Dion could see his mother masturbating, otherwise he could only hear the quiet noises. He grew older and when Hekate bathed and washed him in the nearby stream, she was always amazed at how big his cock had become. A boy with a real man's cock. Puberty came, he crawled to her after her evening orgasm and lay on her with his stiff cock. "Is it so bad?" she asked him the first few times and he nodded embarrassedly. "Yes, Mom, the cock needs it again, really badly!" Smiling, she took his cock in her fist and rubbed it. He squirted on her breasts or her belly. Smiling, she let it happen. When he asked her if he could fuck her properly like the passing merchants, she smiled and told him that if he was as old as they were, then maybe.

Hecate was a sought-after midwife. Back then, over 2,500 years ago, it was believed that stimulating the clit made childbirth easier. She was very diligent in stimulating the clits of the women in labor to orgasm. Dion, a child at the time, accompanied her to the births; he was used to seeing hundreds of pussies and clitrubbing.

Hekate took in a traveling singer who wanted to share his earnings with her. So far, so good. There was no room for a third mat, so the old man slept on hers. His cock had stayed young, so he was allowed to fuck her every night. Old Greek society was not as prudish as it is today. Dion developed a passion for the old man's singing, he accompanied the old man everywhere he went. He learned the songs, the old man was happy to show him how to play the harp. The old singer stayed for more than a year, he fucked Hekate night after night and taught Dion to sing to the harp. One morning he did not wake up, his heart had stopped beating. Hekate and Dion mourned the old singer who had lived with them like a grandfather.

Dion couldn't wait. He waited patiently until Hekate was done masturbating and orgasming at night. He crawled on top of her, but before she could grab his cock to fist him, he inserted his cock into her pussy hole, deep inside. She was frightened the first time and held him by his buttocks tight so he couldn't fuck her. She sighed with desire because his cock felt very good. "No, Dion, you're much too young for this!" She pulled his cock out and sighed again. "I'll show you how to fuck a virgin without penetrating and tearing her hymen!" She showed him how to fuck up and down between her labia in her pussy crack without penetrating the pussy hole. He learned immediately and fucked her as if she were a virgin until he squirted. This was repeated night after night, he always penetrated first and had her to pull his cock out and then do the virgin fucking until he squirted. They did this night after night until the patrol came.

Dion practiced playing the harp and the songs, with tears in his eyes he sang sad ballads when he remembered the old singer. Hekate, who did not go about her business when the singer was in the house, now went back to the main street when a group approached. Usually there were three or four who were prepared to pay for the sex and Dion stayed in the background so as not to disturb the three or four who fucked Hekate in quick succession. She went to the stream and bathed, he waited impatiently for her with his stiff cock. She let him wiggle on her belly and fuck in her pussy slit and let him squirt without him being allowed to penetrate her cunthole. That was the virgin fucking that she allowed him and after he had squirted he was relaxed again.

The count had ordered every man fit for combat to be drafted for the next battle. Hekate was afraid for Dion and when the patrol approached, she had Dion lie naked on top of her and covered themselves with a blanket. The captain stepped under the door with a harsh look on his face. Hekate looked him in the eye and said that her little son was too young for battle and was sick right now, he could see that. She lifted the blanket to let him take a look at her sick child. The captain knew her, they had already fucked several times. Hekate was still looking at him, feeling Dion's hard cock creeping closer and closer. The captain wanted to have a chat and stopped under the door. Dion's cock had penetrated, the sick boy moved carefully. Hekate and the captain continued to chat, he wanted to know how business was going. Dion only moved a little and Hekate was completely beside herself. She definitely didn't want to expose Dion and on the other hand she didn't want to let him fuck her. She told the captain that business was going very badly, her best friend was her finger, which stood by her faithfully. "Go, captain, dear Gerkos, he is very restless, my poor child." Captain Gerkos could see that and left. Dion now fucked very quickly under the blanket and had to squirt inside. Gerkos turned around and saw Hekate lifting the sick boy up and saw his cock dripping. It looked rather funny, thought Gerkos, mounting his horse.

Hekate was confused. "It was about your head, you thoughtless brat! And you have nothing else on your mind than fucking me! What did I say, when you're older, then! And what are you doing? You can't wait and you fuck me in front of the patrol! Shame on you, idiot!" She was upset, no doubt about it. Dion ignored it completely. "Fucking is nice, fucking is wonderful! Much nicer than rubbing!" She was insulted all day, but she didn't make a sound when at night, after she had masturbated, he crawled to her like he always did, lay on top of her like he always did. She was completely relaxed after her orgasm and wanted to do it with her fist like she always did, but Dion shook his head and penetrated her slowly. She was far too tired and surprised to protest, so Dion fucked her slowly and with great pleasure. After he had squirted inside, she expected him to lie down again. But he kept fucking. His cock was still half soft, but it was getting stiffer inside. Hekate was still hot from the first fuck and hugged him, clinging to him, because her orgasm was coming like dolphins on the waves of the sea. The dolphins arched and she arched under Dion. She hadn't had an orgasm from fucking for a long time, only from masturbating. She relaxed after the surprising orgasm and held her son in her arms as he squirted inside, panting and moaning. They lay next to each other in silence for a long time.

"Your father called you Dionysos because he worshipped this god more than the others." She didn't know exactly why she had said that. He hugged her and kissed her on the lips. "If it's important to you, Mom," he whispered, "then I want to love and honor this god especially." Hecate nodded, "It's good to worship the god you're named after!" She thought for a moment. "We can fuck every night, Dion," she said quietly, "just not on my fertile days. After you were born, I learned to recognize the fertile days by the consistency of my mucus, and I don't let anyone fuck me on those days." Dion nodded submissively. "I only do what you allow me to do, Mom!" And so they kept it for the next few years. They fucked every night when she allowed it.

When the count returned from a battle, he stopped his horse. He had not heard such moving, stirring harp playing for a long time; the song went straight to one's heart. Hekate threw a veil around her, stepped outside and bowed deeply to the count. "I was wondering if it was you who was singing so beautifully, daughter of the road." Of course he knew how she earned her money. She bowed again, "No, Your Grace, it is my son, Dionysos." She called to Dion, who put down the harp and came out. He bowed as best he could to the noble lord. The count remained very friendly, although Dion's bow seemed rather awkward. He engaged Dion in a short conversation. When he received the answers he expected, he asked Dion if he would like to come to the castle and live as a singer at court. Dion thanked him, bowing his head. Yes, he would be very happy to. But he could not leave his mother Hekate alone; she was dependent on him. A wrinkle twitched on the count's face, because Hekate could certainly live off her young, pretty body for a long time. But his grace nodded. "Come on, both of you!" And so it came about that Dion and his mother lived in the castle.

Hekate could not help it. Men's hearts and the cocks that went with them flew to her. She could be conquered if she was offered enough money. Dion now sat every evening next to the large table in the hall and his singing and harp playing accompanied the meal. The young countess saw him and knew that she had fallen for him, even from the first ballad. She did not let it show; as the count's wife, she was untouchable, at least apparently. She was a princess who had a lot of mischief up her sleeve.

During the day, the new singer was free from all duties. He wandered aimlessly around the castle and the garden so as not to disturb his mother at work. At night, late at night, when the banquet was over, he went into their shared room and lay down next to her. They had no secrets from each other and told each other the events of the day after fucking.

He often played catch with the maids. They usually let themselves be caught in secret places and lifted their skirts, giggling. He always looked around briefly, and when they were alone, he quickly fucked the stupid grinning girl and then ran after the next one. He fucked a dozen girls every day and was not too tired to sing in the evening. Those were very beautiful and satisfying moments. It took weeks until he had fucked all the maids at the court. He even took his time with the girls in the kitchen, he didn't have to run after them, his reputation for his large, magnificent and enduring cock preceded him.

Of course, the countess heard about it. She was a loyal and aloof young woman who kept her affairs under wraps. She didn't fuck around wildly and indiscriminately like other women at court. She only let herself be conquered and fucked by men who brought quality and discretion. She only let herself be fucked briefly, in a secret place, for a few minutes. She had a certain mastery of hiding this even from her maids. She kept the affair going for a long time until she lost interest. She was content with masturbating at night when she wasn't having an affair.

The news of the new singer's large, magnificent and enduring cock set her clit on fire. She asked her maids exactly what it was like to fuck the singer. She had them tell her every detail, until she was almost there herself. Her plan was set. She summoned the singer and his harp to her private chamber. He came, amazed. She asked him to sing some love songs. She listened to him and looked at him very closely. She ordered him to come the next day at the same time. He obeyed and came the next day. The countess was wearing a sophisticated dress that opened at the front with every step, exposing her pussy. She wanted to hear more love songs, but after the first one she asked if he knew any obscene, lewd songs. She walked up and down and he looked at her pussy with every step. Of course he knew lewd songs, but was that for her ears? he asked. She took a step towards him, her pussy remained exposed. Yes, she wanted to hear it, just don't be ashamed, she said, she was a woman like any other and was already pretty hot. He nodded, gladly. So he sang dirty jokes that he had picked up in bars. She stood in the same position the whole time, he had to look at her pussy from an arms lenght all the time. Now and then a finger would stray onto or into her pussy, making the poor singer roll his eyes. She ordered him again that he had to come back tomorrow. He could perhaps wear something revealing, she said with a lascivious smile, she wanted to see the cock before she let him fuck him. Dion was speechless, the Countess!? He bowed with a final look at her pussy.

The next day, Hekate went from dealer to dealer until she found something suitable. He went to the Countess lightly dressed. He sat down on the stool he sat on when singing. He threw back his dress and exposed his cock without asking. He sang a few raunchy songs and the Countess walked slowly around him. Her dress was the same as yesterday and exposed her pussy with every step. She had several songs to look at his cock. He finished the song and looked straight at her. "Well, what do you think, noble lady?" he asked quietly. "I don't know," she said just as quietly, "it's just too big, I think. I'm afraid my pussy is too small. You'd have to try it." Dion nodded and stood up. He stood in front of her and pressed his cock against her pussy hole. It stretched and let him in. She immediately pulled his cock out again. "Not now, Dionysos, not yet!"

He came back the next day in his ridiculous outfit. In the meantime he had organized his games with the maids so that he had enough time to fuck a few of the maids before singing with the Countess and afterwards. He entered, the Countess put a wooden bar to lock the door and lay on her back on her bed. She pushed her skirt apart and said that he should keep his clothes on while he fucked her. Dion nodded, that was fine. He lay down next to the Countess, she had to be heated up with some foreplay first. He knew that from Hekate, she also loved it when he got her hot with French kisses and clitplay. The Countess got hot, so rarely did a gentleman take care of her and give her time to get hot. After a while she said she was ready. Now he stepped in front of her and fucked her standing up, while the countess laying on her bed with wide spread legs. She had pressed a finger to her clit and triggered one orgasm after another. How rarely did she get so much pleasure!

He fucked her for a long time until she got tired of the constant orgasms. He squirted inside, although she shook her head half-heartedly and begged him with tears in her eyes not to squirt everything inside. He didn't pay any attention to that and squirted his full load inside, goddammit! Now she invited him to her place every day. Dion divided his time well, spent the whole morning fucking the maids or some of the dissolute ladies of the court, went to the countess in the early afternoon, fucked her and shot his full load inside, even though she begged him every day tearfully not to squirt his full load inside her. He sang her some beautiful pieces, then went back to a dissolute lady of the court and sang at the banquet in the evening. Hekate welcomed him with open arms at night. She had received a hint from the master of ceremonies to pursue her profession a little more discreetly. She giggled that she would now concentrate more on selling her nights dearly. She saved every piece of silver for later, for worse times.

The countess was pregnant and forced the count into her bed to legitimize the child. The happy fucking suffered during her pregnancy, as her health was not good. It was a boy, whom she gave birth to in terrible pain. The count was absolutely over the moon, the long-awaited heir to the throne! The countess was his fourth wife, the previous ones turned out to be infertile. The count threw a lavish party for the entire population, he was so happy about his lucky hit.

The countess resumed fucking Dion. Sometimes a maid would knock on the door, and the maids would suspect what was going on. The maid would tell the countess this and that, and she would look behind the countess. Dion was sitting on the stool, his harp in his hand. He couldn't hide his hard cock in time. The maid left again, and now the maids' whispering picked up speed. The countess had no choice but to let two of her most loyal maids in on the secret, who from then on guarded her door. The maids had both let Dion fuck them several times before and allowed the mistress the pleasure. The countess became pregnant twice more, with sweet little daughters. Four years had passed, and it was only now that the count heard that the countess was apparently having an affair. He spoke to his wife in private and she admitted that she had been having an insignificant relationship with the singer for a few weeks, nothing important, nothing exciting. They hadn't really fucked yet, it had only been cuddling and kissing. She would agree if he banished the singer from court before he could actually conquer her. Her maid was already on her way to inform Dion of the development, then a messenger arrived to take him to the count.

Dion was already sure that he would be sent to the galley. But the count was in a good mood, there was no sign of the galley. He said he understood that he wanted his pretty, young wife, he was probably not the only one at court. But he could not tolerate it, because of the courtiers he had to send Dion and his dissolute mother away from court. Of course Dion received a lot of silver pieces so that he wouldn't be left with nothing. Dion could not believe his luck and put on a final, ill-considered performance for the count. He was devastated, he said, he had worshipped the countess from afar for years and now had to leave without having achieved his goal. Tears glittered in his deceitful eyes and ran down his deceitful cheeks. Such love, so honest and pure, moved the old count to tears. He stood up and embraced his deceitful brother in love. He took Dion by the hand and went with him to the countesses dorm. He told her to quickly undress and bare herself and get into bed. She obeyed without a word, heaven knows or God knows what her husband was planning. He paused for a moment, he made up his mind. "Go, dear brother, go and reach the finish line! The countess belongs to you for the first and last time, be gentle and kind to her, she is so fragile! I will sit on this stool and make sure that you do not humiliate or dishonor her!"

So it came to pass that Dion was allowed to fuck the beloved countess for the last time, with the count's suspense. He fucked the countess for half an hour and she repeatedly triggered her orgasm with her finger on her clit. She was completely exhausted after this half hour, Dion pulled out his cock and squirted all over her body, her breasts, something he had never done before. He whispered that it was because of her husband. She smiled, dead tired. Dion went, told Hekate about everything and they left at sunset. He had given the count's family three children, something he never regretted.

Hekate wanted to stay in the city, but he wanted to move on, to try his luck somewhere else. He directed their steps to the nearest royal court. The old king remembered the singer and took him and Hekate into court. They were given a very spacious room. The old king was a widower, but he had heard of Hekate's reputation during his visits to the count. He was a widower, but he was certainly a little piglet too and was happy to accept her services for a while. And his servants were roaming the whole kingdom to find him a bride. He cast a knowing glance at Hekate. No, he said, he was looking for a young virgin, an untouched virgin of course. But he would be happy if Hekate warmed his mat for a while. He whispered to Dion, he had already fucked all the women of the court to the point of exhaustion, and Hekate was new and certainly experienced. Dion nodded understandingly, he agreed. But two things had to be considered, Hekate did not do it for free and she would not let herself be locked up when it came to fucking. The king gallantly gave Hecate his arm and led the two to their chamber.

Dion sang in the evenings and Hekate lay with the king. Hekate was really excited the next day. Hekate winked at Dion; the king was apparently nearly impotent, which didn't make her job any easier. Dion noticed that things were even more liberal at this court than at the count's. It didn't take a game of tag to get a pretty maid. He got to work; at the royal court there were plenty of maids, maidservants and their daughters. That meant a lot of work, he knew. Hekate sneaked to him at night when the old man was fast asleep and sneaked back later.

Dion had fucked one maid after the other. Whenever he could arrange it, he deflowered young girls who weren't embarrassed about it. Several months passed before the king's men returned with an untouched, pure virgin, young and almost a child. A maid examined the little girl and confirmed to the king that she was virgo intacta. The king licked his lips, his men had found the right one. The king ordered the wedding to be arranged immediately. For the first time, but certainly not for the last time, the virgin Lina, Angelina, raised her tender voice. The wedding would take place in 14 days, she said firmly. This is how she learned that the old man was putty in her hands. She would get her way whenever necessary.

This is how the pure virgin Lina met the singer Dion. The courtiers and noblemen were introduced to her before the first banquet, when Dion embraced her in accordance with protocol and kissed her left and right cheeks, her clit twitched and signaled that the roof was on fire. She was addicted to Dion from that second on. The virgin was instinctively much more experienced than the royal scouts suspected. Since her early youth, she had masturbated night after night until she fell asleep from exhaustion. The scouts didn't find out about this, of course, and asking about it wasn't their focus. She was smart enough to listen to the unbridled reaction of her clit. Dion was the one for her, the right one. She sat near him every evening at the banquet and caught his eye with her beautiful legs, which she cautously and secretly exposed to him only up to her pussy.

She met him in the garden purely by chance, or perhaps not entirely by chance. He gallantly offered his arm and they walked up and down chatting. She confessed her love to him in the first moment. He painfully remembered the last experience in this regard. But she was smart and already had a plan. She would persuade the king that he, the famous singer, would accompany her to her wedding night as a chaperone and that Hekate would consummate the marriage with the king. Lina said that Hekate had already agreed to trick the king. Dion was completely shocked, this small, beautiful maiden was very clever and skilled. Who did she want to give her virginity to, now or on her wedding night? She looked at him with a smile. "I only want to be deflowered by you, Master Dionysos, not by the old man who will probably be drunk by then!" He objected that it was high treason, but she waved him off. "If we are to be beheaded, then at least together!" He held his breath. "My head is not at your disposal, noble lady!" he cried indignantly and pressed her hand to his tunic, exactly where his cock was, smiling. They smiled at each other. "Then we are agreed," she said, and there was no question about it.

Day after day she prepared the king for the fact that the singer was the only one she trusted completely. She had no maid of her own, but the singer. The king nodded in agreement, if she said it, then it was certainly true. He was putty in her hands, he treated Dion with everything to please her. She knew when to praise him for it and when to give him a kiss on the cheek. Even before the wedding, he agreed that the singer would take on the role of chaperone to swear afterwards the consummation of the marriage.

It was a happy, splendid wedding, the entire population was invited and the king served wine and beer until they were full. Everyone was supposed to join in the celebration, and soon the king had filled up. He had Dion accompany him up the stairs, the young bride followed them. The musicians had been instructed to make as much noise as possible to drown out the bride's screams. Dion led the drunken king into the bedroom and helped him undress. The maiden undressed as well, the king and the minstrel stared at the naked beauty in equal measure. Dion poured two goblets of wine and drank to the marriage with the king. The heavy red wine from Patras was the last straw for the king. He sank onto the bed, into Hekate's arms. How skillfully the noble whore consummated the marriage with him! How skillfully she made him ejaculate! How gently she put the old man to sleep! Hekate kissed Dion on the top of his head. "Be gentle with her!" then she disappeared without a sound.

Dion took off his clothes. He hugged the virgin Lina and they lay down next to each other. They whispered how he wanted to deflower her, how she wanted to be deflowered. They agreed. He kissed her with lots of French kisses and his fingers played with her clit. "I'm already as hot as a campfire, Dion!" she breathed. He lay between her thighs and penetrated millimeter by millimeter. "The hymen is stretching, my love," she breathed. "It's getting more and more stretched, my love," she breathed, "It's going to tear soon!" Dion continued to press millimeter by millimeter. Dion nodded, as Lina called "Now!" and he thrust in at lightning speed. She didn't make a sound and gave him a deep French kiss. "Now I'm a woman, your wife, Dion!" she breathed. "Please fuck me as well as you can! I want to enjoy fucking with you." She put a finger on her clit. "I'll trigger the orgasm whenever I can!" From then on they didn't speak anymore. Dion fucked her as well as he could. She didn't have to trigger the first orgasm with her finger, to her amazement it was Dion, the singer. He fucked her for another quarter of an hour, now she triggered orgasm after orgasm with her finger. He squirted inside, he gave it his all after she had whispered, "Yes, make me a child, let's give the old man an heir to the throne!" He almost choked as the memories threatened to suffocate him. Lina masturbated while he recovered. "In court society it is frowned upon to masturbate in front of your partner, although I know full well that all girls and women masturbate in secret," he said. She grinned cheekily. "That will soon change when I am the queen," she smiled and continued masturbating cheekily. He realized how different her orgasm was when she masturbated than when she fucked. They fucked three more times, then they were both exhausted.

A servant had a door slammed shut as the storm swept through the castle. All three of them woke up at the same time. Lina handed the king a large glass of water, which he drank eagerly. She knew what he would ask first. "Despite all the wine, you have vigorously deflowered me and made me your wife. Look, here is the small blood stain, the maid should quickly make the bed, I must be ashamed." The king let her give him a passionate kiss on the lips.

Now Dion woke up too and sat up. "I wouldn't have thought that at your age, Your Majesty. Despite the slight list, you have done well, I can and will testify to that." Now the king was finally convinced. "Did you fuck her too, Dionysos?" He nodded, yes. "At your express request, Your Majesty, I had initially refused, but you ordered it emphatically before you fell asleep, Your Majesty!" The king searched for fragments of memory. Yes, Lina had waited for him naked and hugged him. Yes, he had fucked and squirted.

But everything was nebulous, he had completely lost his memory. How could he order something like that!? Dion added, "After you took the virgin, Your Majesty, the queen took my stiff cock in her hand and said she wanted to fuck with my cock too!" The king tried desperately to remember, but nothing. "Your wife insisted more and more and you gave in. Your wife forced it out of you because she loves me very much!"

Lina came to Dion's aid. "I saw Dionysos' magnificent cock and sexual desire seized me. You refused, my lord and husband, saying you were tired and wanted to sleep. You could not be persuaded to change your mind, you brought your age into play. I absolutely wanted to be fucked as well as before. I took the reluctant Dionysos between my thighs and said, you would not tolerate his resistance. So you expressly ordered him to do it, twice in fact, until Dionysos followed your command."

"You grabbed me like an eagle, took my virginity and took my heart with sharp claws. Dionysos, on the other hand, took me like a tame dove and he tried damn hard to do the same." Lina put her arms around the king's shoulder and kissed him on the lips. "It was so pleasant to lie in the arms of a tame dove after your stormy conquest. You love me, my royal husband, and you will not refuse my request. Every night I want to lie first in your strong arms and then in Dionysos' arms. I love him a little too." The king nodded in agreement, that was how she was, his new wife, she demanded and he had to give. He asked Dion what it was like to fuck his wife. Dion described it in detail and raved about how good, fine and really hot his wife had fucked him. The king nodded, he too could remember fragments of how well she could already fuck, even though she was still a virgin. The three of them went to breakfast.

Queen Lina brought excitement to this small Greek kingdom. Every night the three of them went to bed, she insisted that the singer had to fuck her after the king. She let the old man fuck her occasionally once a week, even though she hated it deep down. She held Dion's hand while the king fucked her and looked him in the eyes. I'll pay the price of being queen, that's what her look said. She pretended to have an orgasm for the king as soon as the old man squirted a few drops. The king fell to the side and was completely exhausted. But then she ordered the poor singer to fuck her. He played the poor singer when the king was awake and watching the two of them. He felt sorry for the poor minstrel, whom the young queen ordered to fuck her again and again. It was a cheap charade, but it had to be that way. The king had to be a witness so that their fucking was legitimized.

Dion shared the bed with the king and queen, who were already looking forward to the birth of their first child. The king had no doubts about his paternity, because when he watched the two of them fucking, Dion pulled out his cock and squirted in long stripes over Lina's upper body, her beautiful breasts. She, in turn, knew very well that the king was not the father, because he could only squirt a few drops a week.

Dion did not let Lina tie him down. He continued to fuck maids, servants and dissolute court ladies who shamelessly cheated on their husbands. But, as I said, at this court in those early days, when Greece was still split into hundreds of kingdoms, principalities and counties and a certain Homer dictated his works to the scribes, at that time very loose morals prevailed, including in this small kingdom. Queen Lina gave birth to her first daughter, a sweet, cute child.

The king and Dion started on the next task, perhaps it would be a boy. The old king's eyes often closed before he had even fucked, so Dion took over his part. Lina whispered that he should give her another child, perhaps it would be a boy, the heir to the throne. Queen Lina gave birth to another daughter, but the poor little thing died on the fifth day. The king mourned and gave in to old age. It became increasingly difficult for him to fuck the queen. But he was as proud as a peacock when Queen Lina was pregnant again. She gave birth to twins, two beautiful boys. The king gave a feast for the entire population and did not hold back.

Dion and Hekate had already been in the kingdom for 6 years. Rumors about the king's paternity kept flaring up, now that he had two crown princes. The gossip didn't stop, because it was scandalous that the singer slept with the royal couple night after night. The king dismissed the stupid gossip. It was Queen Lina who took decisive action. The worst of the tormentors was Leonidas, the king's nephew, who wanted to succeed to the throne himself, but the twins were in his way. Unless they were illegitimate. The second greedy fellow was Theodoros, the general. He also believed that he was the only one who should succeed the king. The twins were illegitimate, the singer's bastards. Lina was determined to get rid of them both. No, not with poison, as Hecate suggested. She was not yet 30 and was beautiful as a Godess. These were her weapons.

Queen Lina, who was hard to beat in terms of cleverness, cunning and deceit, lured Leonidas with her weapons until the naive wretch was ablaze. As ordered, a maid burst into the queen's bedroom, where the queen was being happily raped by Leonidas since hours. The maid called the guards, Leonidas was thrown into the dungeon and was never to see the light of day again. Theodoros should have been warned, but the old swashbuckler was completely thrown off guard when Queen Lina confessed her love to him. He lost this battle, he who was used to winning. He was cautious and it took weeks before he took the bait. He was not as clumsy as Leonidas, he fucked the queen and was already long gone when the maid burst in. He managed to do this for four afternoons, he fucked the queen and disappeared. On the fifth afternoon, luck deserted him, he was thrown into the dungeon like his comrade.

The king lost his temper and held a court in the main square. The people should see for themselves what happened to those who had encroached on the king's property and honor. It was a long and exciting trial. The judge first allowed those who spoke for Leonidas and Theodoros to speak, and they gave them a good testimony. Then, at the end, the queen was questioned. Leonidas approached her and raped her repeatedly for an entire afternoon, even though she did not want to be humiliated or dishonored. Neither the question of who made eyes at whom first nor how he was able to get into her bedroom were asked. Regarding Theodoros, crocodile tears shed, a whole bucketful. Theodoros had fucked her every afternoon for a week. The judge asked her if he was a bad fucker? She acted as if the question confused her. No, the general fucked excellently, but not better than her husband, the king. She could not answer how he was not caught so often. And she added that one should add to the positive testimonies that he was very good at fucking and that it would be a pleasure for any respectable Greek woman to lie with him.

The King's Marshal stood up, speaking for the King. Sneaking into the King's treasury and stealing something was a crime punishable by death. Sneaking into the Queen's bedroom and fucking the King's poor wife for hours on end all afternoon was also punishable by death. Fucking the King's poor, defenseless wife every afternoon for a week was also punishable by death. In the name of the King, concluded the Marshal.

The 5 judges whispered and gesticulated. The chief judge stood up. The King's demand for the death penalty was just and legitimate. That was the right of the husband, whose wife's innocence and honor had been stolen behind his back. On the other hand, there were many witnesses who vouched for Leonidas and Theodoros. He wanted to hear the queen's opinion, because she was the one who had been raped, humiliated and dishonored. Death or prison? After a short pause, the queen said, "Prison!" And so it came to pass that Leonidas and Theodoros disappeared into prison forever.

Even in the 7th year, Hekate was able to put many, many silver pieces into her savings box. Dion and Lina fucked night after night in front of the king's tired eyes. He could clearly feel how much the two loved each other, and it all happened on his orders. Most of the time he was condemned to just watch, and he was able to fuck Lina less and less often. It was important for Dion to be a conversation partner for the king. He learned a lot and sometimes had advice or ideas. After the trial, the king was devastated. The judges had laid out the queen's most private things before the people. Leonidas had fucked the queen for an entire afternoon before he was caught in flagrante delicto and arrested. Theodoros had fucked the queen every afternoon for a week. The king believed his wife when she said she didn't want any of this. Perhaps his wife had felt great sexual pleasure in being fucked by Leonidas and Theodoros, she didn't deny that even in court. But the two had robbed him, the king. In conversation with Dion, he summed up who was fucking his faithful and chaste wife: himself, Dionysos, Leonidas and Theodoros. He shook his head in contempt and despair. "I always wanted only a chaste and faithful wife. Lina is my fifth wife, the others I had to send to hell. Not because they didn't give birth to an heir to the throne, but because they behaved like shameless whores. They unashamedly fucked with anyone and everyone. Will the same thing happen to me with Lina?" Dion shook his head firmly. "No, Your Majesty, no and no again! She fucks you because you are her beloved husband and the father of her children! She fucks me because you expressly ordered it twice on the first night and there has been no turning back since then. She must love me at least a little, otherwise she would have sent me packing long ago. And you see with your own eyes night after night that I fuck her as well as I can. I see how much it pleases you when your wife experiences sexual joy, excitement and sheer horniness. Your love for your wife and your generosity with regard to your wife's sexual fulfillment, all of this is an honor to you, Your Majesty!" Dion could see that he had given the king a good explanation. The king nodded in agreement and said, "I was very jealous at first when you fucked my Lina every night. The longer it lasted, the more I realized that fucking brought you two very close together, and that it felt good for Lina and that she was completely happy with you. Now I am not jealous for a second, my dear friend!"

Dion continued. "Leonidas and Theodoros are criminals, plain and simple, at least they are not sitting in prison innocently. They stole from you and the queen. But what really bothers you is the thought that Queen Lina had sexual feelings with those criminals. You are doing her an injustice, Your Majesty! She is a healthy young woman, she is very sexually receptive and very sexually sensitive. Apart from the crimes themselves, I am not at all surprised that your wife feels great sexual pleasure and sexual fulfillment when she is fucked. I am quite certain that your wife suffered greatly from the crime, no question about it. But the fact that she found being fucked sexually exciting and arousing shows me that she is a healthy young woman who enjoys fucking sexually. That is my opinion, Your Majesty!" The king nodded again and again. He knew how right the singer was.

But the gossip and conspiracy theories did not stop. Dion had his ears everywhere, he heard what the maids, the servants and the dissolute court ladies and noblewomen said. Although he sang his songs every evening, he listened carefully to what was said at the banquet after two or three cups of wine. Even if it was whispered behind the hands. He lay down next to Hecate, who became happy and devout every time her son lay down next to her. "We must go, Mama!" he said to her astonishment. "The gossip does not stop, even though the filthiest agitators are in prison. They are whispering about the king, the queen and me. I must put an end to it brutally, we must go. The sooner we go, the better. That is the only way the gossip will end." They discussed the matter for a long time, he even suggested that he alone should go and that she could continue to earn her silver here. No, she did not want to stay here without him. No. It was agreed that they would both go.

Queen Lina was offended. She loved him, the father of her children. She loved the fucking that she had enjoyed night after night for 7 years, she did not want to give it up. She cried and howled and sobbed. She was only 25 years old, her body screamed every day for fucking, for orgasms. It took several days before she really understood his argument. After a while she had accepted that Dionysos would go, without a doubt. He told the king, who flinched at first but listened carefully to his argument. It did not take him a moment to understand the implications. "I am losing my singer, who accompanied the banquets so beautifully. My wife is losing a good friend, a good lover, and that will hurt her for a long time. But you are right, friend Dionysos, the conspiracy theories and the gossip would immediately stop. I sense your great love for me and my wife, that you put our happiness above your own."

Dion never told anyone that he was fed up with the same old maids, servants and depraved noblewomen. He was now 29 or 30 years old and could no longer stand still. Hekate and he tied their bundles onto a donkey and set off. Hekate suspected that he already had a goal in mind. Yes, that was true. In the neighboring kingdom there was a not so old king and queen whose chastity, loyalty and purity were known beyond the borders. However, it was also said that in this kingdom the morals were even more relaxed than in the one they had just left. Maids and servants served practically naked. At the banquets the ladies outdid each other to show themselves obscenely, frivolously and as naked as possible without being completely naked. Hekate laughed when he talked to her about it. "I may already be too old to show myself naked in public," she said with a grin.

Dion headed straight for the royal palace and asked to be admitted to the king. The receptionist looked him and Hekate up and down. "I see, you are a singer and harp player, that will interest the king. Find a place to stay, take a bath and come tomorrow at 11 o'clock, well dressed, I will let you or both of you appear before the king." Dion did as recommended.

Like Hekate, he had put on his best clothes and arrived at the palace on time. The receptionist led them to the king, "The singer and harp player Dionysos and Hekate." The king had had a good breakfast and a not too disastrous meeting with the High Council. He told the two of them to sit down. King Pantocrates was about 50 years old, a stocky, powerful military leader. "Greetings, Dionysos and Hekate. We have heard of you both for years, your harp playing and your songs at banquets are famous. I have only confused, contradictory reports about you, Hecate. What do you have to offer?"

Hecate thought for a moment. "I am a noble whore and can claim to have been the best in the previous court." The king nodded, "I understand. Here you will have to fight hard for the first place, we already have several noble whores at court, each one better than the last." He waved to his chief of staff. "Dionysos and Hekate will be accommodated here in the castle, he is the new singer who will entertain us in the evenings." The chief of staff bowed and went with the two to their chamber. It was a large, spacious room with three beds. They would be helped to set up, said the chief of staff and snapped his fingers. Two naked maids scurried into the room. Dion and Hekate saw that it was true, the maids were naked, completely naked. They gave each other a meaningful look.

Hekate knew about herbs. The meat that was served in the morning, afternoon and evening was seasoned with stimulating herbs. This was an aphrodisiac that sexually aroused both men and women. Dion, who knew nothing about herbs, nodded understandingly. That explains a lot, he murmured. They settled in comfortably and took a siesta. In the evening, Dion packed his harp and went into the great hall, where about 40 people were sitting at the table. The king stood up and raised his goblet. "My friends, this is Dionysos, he will accompany our evening meal with harp playing and songs. Welcome, Dionysos!" That was a warm greeting, Dion bowed and began his playing.

Dion's eyes surveyed the company as he sang and played. The men wore knee-length tunics, the decorations of which probably indicated the wearer's rank. It seemed to be of no concern if the cock and balls were occasionally visible. The ladies were all no longer so young. They wore a bolero that was open at the front and barely covered their breasts. Most of the breasts had nothing about them that a young man like Dion would particularly like. The noble ladies wore a wide or narrow sash around their hips that did not cover their private parts at all. Dion sang songs and ballads and enjoyed the sight of the naked serving maids. They were exquisitely pretty and were just to our bard's taste.

Hekate had pushed her sleeping mats together and was waiting for him. "This is Phoebe, our maid," she said to Dion with a smile and pointed to the girl who was crouched between her thighs and licking her clit. Phoebe was well-fed and a little plump, but she licked Hekate's clit from orgasm to orgasm until Hekate was tired. Now he could look at Phoebe from the front. Her small, pointed breasts looked good, she had a childlike, friendly face and her eyes flashed with sexual excitement and lust. She lay on her back on Dion's sleeping mat and took him between her thighs. "I could use a little fucking, sir, or a whole lot of it!" Dion accepted the invitation and Phoebe put a finger on her clit to trigger her orgasm from time to time. He fucked the maid slowly because he was still tired. She triggered orgasm after orgasm and then was tired too. They hugged each other, it had been a nice and satisfying fuck for both of them.

Dion put his arm around the maid and asked her to tell him everything about the queen. Queen Dina was a princess from the kingdom of Corinthium, she was 26 years old and had already given the king 4 sons. In the country of Corinthium, the customs were not as relaxed as here, Phoebe said with a shudder, female masturbation was strictly forbidden, everyone was clothed, even when fucking, nudity was considered lewd. Here everything is allowed and nudity is a given, thank God! The queen, however, was a child of her homeland, she never exposed herself in public except when playing in the garden. She was sexually devoted to her husband and physically faithful, she was never seen fucking anyone other than her husband. When she fucked the king, she exposed herself because the king insisted. He was also the one who liked to fuck half in public. "I will not hide a beauty like you in a dark small room." Queen Dina had accepted it over time, but she never let herself be fucked by anyone other than her husband, Phoebe finished her description.

What kind of games were those in the garden? asked Dion. Phoebe said ball games, tag, and the like. No, Queen Dina was the only one who wasn't naked. She usually wore a thin, semi-transparent dress that gave a hint of everything but didn't show anything definitively. She played with people every afternoon, but they were all younger than she was. Dion was dead tired, he hugged Phoebe from the left and Hekate from the right, then his eyes closed. He dreamed of a young girl dancing naked on the seashore.

Dion did what he was used to doing during the day. It was easy to lure maids and maidservants into a room and fuck them. The maids and maidservants were not only completely naked, but also excited by the spiced meat and fish. It was not surprising that the king and queen only hired the pretty ones. It took several days before he saw Queen Dina for the first time. He was speechless. She wore a floor-length dress, a cloak that reached from her shoulders to the floor and covered her sandals. In front it consisted of a transparent veil that brazenly exposed her breasts and her private parts. Phoebe at his side whispered that it had taken the king months of persuasion to get her to wear the lewd clothing. Dion could not believe that this young, girlish creature had already given birth to 4 sons. He greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the left and right cheek, as was the custom. Queen Dina trembled slightly, she was not sure why. "Welcome, singer Dionysos," she said kindly, "unfortunately I can only hear your singing from a distance because I am not taking part in the unchaste banquet. The women there are lewd and shameless, I am neither." Dion bowed. "It would be an honor for me to sing just for you and your maids in the afternoon!" She just looked at him in silence and let him go.

He sat there for days, a week, as if on hot coals. Then the queen sent a maid. With the harp under his arm, he hurried behind the maid into the wing forbidden to men, the sleeping quarters of the queen and the king's favorites. He bowed deeply to Queen Dina. She was wearing only the transparent veil, she had taken off her cloak made of heavy fabric. A mocking smile played around her lips as she felt his eyes on her body. He began to play the harp and his song. The queen's maids were not naked, they wore more or less modest veils like the mistress. He sang the most beautiful ballads that dealt with futile love and the pain of separation. Queen and maids were moved, embraced each other shuddering and dabbed their tears with silk handkerchiefs.

Dion left after two hours and the maid who accompanied him out whispered in his ear that the queen was granting him a night with one of her maids as a thank you. He didn't have to think for a moment and named his choice. In fact, the maid came into his room after dinner. Hecate and Phoebe withdrew. He unbuckled her belt and let the veil slide to the floor. She was a great beauty, a queen, she was so beautiful. She lowered her gaze as she asked how he wanted to fuck her. "First you ride me, then from the front and finally from behind, doggy style." She nodded and mounted him. She was still a very young girl, only 15 years old and very shy. But she rode him as well as she could, she was doing it for the first time, she said. She had only been deflowered six months ago at the queen's request and had only fucked three men, she said, as he laid her on her back and fucked her. She only knew fucking in this position, she breathed, heading towards her orgasm. Dion was delighted by her efforts to give him pleasure while fucking. She got on all fours, fearfully. "But please don't fuck me in the asshole, sir!" she begged with tears in her eyes. He laughed, "No, my child, don't be afraid!" He fucked the girl from behind and enjoyed it. He kissed the girl on the lips and let her go. Hekate and Phoebe lay down next to him, the fucking was far from over.

He now saw the queen playing in the garden every afternoon among the young people. They only played for a short time, then the naked young people rolled around in the grass. The queen was the only one covered with her transparent veil dress. Some lay down in the grass opposite her, looked intently under the queen's veils and masturbated. Queen Dina seemed to like that, as Dion noticed from his observation post. The queen made room when a girl lay down next to her, laughing, and let herself be fucked by one after the other. The queen also seemed to like that.

In the afternoon, a maid led him into the queen's bedroom. She was again wearing only her transparent undergarment, and he sang a few funny, sometimes raunchy songs. The queen threw her legs up as she laughed, and Dion delighted in the sight of her pussy. It was a beautiful, very inviting pussy. He had been going into her bedroom and singing for four months now. The queen could stand a lot of raunchy verses and threw her legs up. Of course she knew that Dion worshipped her pussy, but she was unapproachable, impregnable.

Dion had finished singing, the maids had already left, and he stood undecided in front of the queen, whose face was still glowing. Following an inspiration, he bowed, kissed her cheeks on both sides, and left quickly. This was repeated day after day. He had to hold back for a week, then he kissed her briefly on the lips, she smiled and let him go. He kissed her on the lips for a month and felt her pressing her body against him. After that month he held her by the hips and gave her a French kiss. She hesitated for a long time before she returned the kiss. She trembled and shook, then he left without saying a word. But from the next day onwards she gave herself to his French kiss, trembling and shaking, they kissed for an eternity. She no longer threw her legs up, she was serious and very thoughtful. Dion knew how much she was struggling with herself, she had reached down to his hard cock during the French kiss. He couldn't rush anything, he gave her one or more French kisses every afternoon and she clung to his cock.

With trembling hands she put the wooden latch in place, her maids had their instructions. She stepped towards him, shaking and trembling, grabbed his cock and gave him a deep French kiss. Tears ran down her cheeks. Dion knew that today was the day. Weeping, she untied the knot in her veil, which fluttered to the floor. The queen had snow-white, silvery shimmering hair from birth, even her armpit hair and her pubic hair, under whose silver sheen the pubic slit was clear visible. She was beautiful and desirable. Weeping, she untied his clothes, and now they stood naked opposite each other and embraced. "Why are you crying, High Lady?" he asked, holding her gently in his arms. "I have never fucked another man than my lord and master. Never, never!" Her answer was just a soft breath. "He's grown old and weak, I'm only 26 and I want to fuck every night, but the king prefers to squander his manhood on the very young favorites. I've fallen in love, dear Dionysos, I want to feel you between my thighs!"

Dion picked her up and laid her on her sleeping mat. "You are desirable, beautiful woman, your body trembles and shakes with sexual desire!" She nodded and her tears dried up. She thirstily returned his French kisses and opened her thighs so that he could stimulate and excite her clit. After a while she whispered, "I'm ready, Dionysos, come, fuck me like a man!" And so it came to pass that he fucked Queen Dina thoroughly. "Yes, just squirt inside there, make me a child!" she called quietly as he straightened up to squirt. They lay quietly next to each other.

He was amazed, he said, that her pussy was as tight as a virgin's. She smiled, "My lord and master likes it that way! After every birth, I had the Wise Woman rub my pussy with herbs and lime juice. She is the only woman who has ever masturbated me! Even my favorite maids are not allowed to do that. When a maid lies with me because my husband is with his underage favorite, we masturbate together, but each of us separately." Dion could well imagine that. Are the maids guarding us? Dina nodded. "They have their orders to watch over us. Of course, their curious ears are glued to the door, but I don't care." Dion had rubbed her clit until it was stiff again and lay down on the queen without saying a word. As with the first fuck, she didn't orgasm until the end and released him after he squirted.

The queen had cheated on her king, whether only once or daily, it didn't matter. She decided on daily. Dion, who was always fucking maids, servants and dissolute ladies of the court, fucked the queen every afternoon after singing. He was not surprised that the naughty, greedy, horny women spread word about his fucking. There were many of them, but he preferred virginal noble girls or newlyweds. He liked their shyness, their chaste reserve accompanied by tears and their assurances that they were cheating on their husbands for the first time. Queen Dina had of course heard all this, but it slipped past her. It was quite a while before she felt compelled to seduce the king. The queen was pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, Desdemona. The king was immensely happy, finally a daughter! He threw a big party for the entire population. Dina was unreachable for a whole week, the wise woman was with her.

Hekate and Dion had been at court for over 5 years, they had a quiet, beautiful life. Dion was 35 and Hekate was already 50, she had laboriously climbed the ladder of noble whores and was on the highest rung. But whoever is at the top falls the furthest. It was probably meant to be that way, betrayal, murder and manslaughter were lurking around the corner.

Queen Dina never found out who had betrayed her. She was lying with Dion and they were fucking like every day at the same time when the maids stormed in. Dion immediately slipped off Dina. "The king, the king!" the maids shouted, but it was too late. The king stood in the doorway. His bodyguards followed on his heels. Too many eyes saw the disgrace, the betrayal. The king would have liked to avoid it, he would have liked to sweep it under the carpet. But it was too late. Dion was immediately thrown into the dungeon, the queen was under house arrest. The king locked himself in and brooded. Then he had decided on two things. He wanted a proper trial and he wanted Dion's head. The justice court and the entire court had to meet the next morning.

For the king, the verdict was already clear anyway. He wanted to humiliate the queen in front of the entire court, she should fall to her knees crying and experience her disgrace. The judges played along, the court played along too, the chaste and pure queen was neither chaste nor pure, she was finally an adulteress like any of them. But two did not play along, the queen and Dion, the singer.

Dion was brought in chains. He remained silent, not a sound came from his lips. He listened motionless as truths and lies were recited. None of the naughty ladies of the court rose to give a good testimony to the youth who had fucked them all so wonderfully. He looked from one to the other, but they lowered their eyes in shame, these shameless ones. The judges then let the queen step forward. She was the first queen to be tried in court. She was told that she had to tell the truth. Only the truth.

How long had she been cheating on the king? asked the chief judge. "For a few weeks," lied the queen. She had to name all her lovers, the judge said sternly. "Only Dionysos, the singer and harp player Dionysos." The judge shifted from one foot to the other. "No one else?" he asked again sternly, but she shook her head firmly. And why did she allow this monstrosity at all!? was the next stern question and King Pantocrates cringed, asking that was a big mistake. He stood up, but the queen was already answering. "The king preferred to lie with his very young whores than in the arms of his wife. That gave me the right to lie in the arms of the court singer. Who can blame me for that!?" The queen looked cheekily into her husband's eyes and then provocatively into those of the judge. The judge made another mistake. She was supposed to describe the adulterous fucking, briefly and succinctly. The queen looked at him with contempt. Briefly and succinctly!? What was he daring to ask!?

Instead, she looked the bound Dion in the eyes with shining eyes. He nodded and smiled. She then described how she seduced the singer, step by step. She showed him her legs and pussy, no more shamelessly than other women, until the poor singer was addicted to her. Day after day she bared her pussy to turn him on. She didn't give up, she had to have him. A murmuring and shuffling of feet went through the ranks of the court. How she gave him the first kiss. How she exposed herself to him and forced him into bed. The murmuring and shuffling started again. The poor guy didn't even know what was happening to him when she pulled the reluctant man between her thighs. Some of the ladies of the court sighed loudly, almost fainting. The queen looked haughtily around. "I pushed his magnificent cock into my small, tight pussy hole with my hand and demanded that the poor guy fuck me properly because my husband, my lord and master, my husband, had neglected to do so for a year." She looked around, haughty and calculating. "The singer fucked me twice more before I let him go. That was exactly three times more than my lord and master has ever done." The king was seething with rage. He shouted at the judge, "I demand his head!" but the damage had already been done. In the eyes of the court, he was a weakling who could neither control his wife nor match the singer's sexual performance. The judge and court were close to letting the singer go. The king drew himself up to his full height. "I demand a duel, to the death! Tomorrow, at sunrise. With the sword!"

He smiled wildly and was about to leave when Dion spoke for the first time. "If you win, my king, I am dead, as you wish. If I win, your people will tear me to pieces! Tell me, Your Majesty, what I should fight for!?" The king was trapped. "I order that not a hair on the singer's head should be harmed if he wins. If he wins!" A cold shiver ran down his spine. Was the singer perhaps trained, experienced in sword fighting? He visibly shuddered when Dion looked at him cheekily. He shook himself and left.

The next day the sun rose, the king stood in a circle, clutching his sword tightly and shuffling his sandals in the sand. He looked at the queen. For the first time ever, she was wearing the clothes of the women of the court. She had tied up her bare breasts with a gold-woven shawl and exposed them to the eye like never before. Her dress parted above her belly button, revealing her beautiful pussy and her silvery pubic hair. In the future, she would be just as dirty and dissolute as the other ladies of the court. She flirted and chatted with court sycophants, cackling, giggling and acting like a whore, like the naughtiest ladies in the court. The king lowered his head. He had her, he had risked her wonderfully reserved nature with the damned court case and had lost heavily. Where was his opponent? The executioner, who was also the dungeon master, came running. The prisoner was gone. He had escaped. Someone had freed him. He looked at Dina, his wife, whom he had wanted to humiliate and expose yesterday. She saw the dungeon master whispering to the king, she looked him cheekily in the eyes and then grinned. Pantocrates knew instinctively that Dina had freed the prisoner. She clenched her fist and spread her index and little fingers. The sign of the devil. The sign of the cuckolded husband. She turned her back to him brusquely and continued to flirt. The king had lost her, or at least that was how it looked now. He would focus all his attention on winning her heart back. Not her dirty, soiled pussy, but her pure heart. He half-heartedly sent messengers to the border, but they would return empty-handed.

Hekate, Dion and the donkey, laden with 4 wooden boxes full of silver pieces, left the border just before sunrise. Their next destination was three days' journey ahead. The aged King Pausanias married his fifth wife, a virgin from the kingdom of Sparta. She was said to be the most beautiful princess in all of Greece, a 14-year-old virgin, clever and educated, shy and with a fabulous treasure as a dowry, as Hekate had heard. Dion was monosyllabic and plodded along. He had to leave Dina and his little daughter at a time when he was so happy with her. He had fucked hundreds of maids, servants and perverted and shameless noblewomen and deflowered several noble girls, but with no one was the fucking as honest, pure and passionate as with Queen Dina. She had defeated the king in court and in front of the entire court, and that in turn appeased Dion. She was equal to her fate, his queen.

Dion asked Hekate what she had found out about the bride. Not much, said his mother, there were completely contradictory statements. Most people thought she was a clever and educated saint who had not yet experienced real life. A well-traveled whore had a different view, she had fiery red hair and was, in short, a tomboy. During the siesta she lay in the shade of a tent on the flat roof of the Spartan palace and masturbated when she thought she was unobserved. She already had a lover who was allowed to stay with her overnight, but the strict mother examined her every morning to make sure her hymen was not damaged. Dion said, "I'm curious to see what color her pubic hair is?" Hekate, grumpy and tired from walking, said, "Red, of course, but maybe blonde!" Dion smiled. "We'll find out, Mama!" They set off, the walk was still damn long.

"Red or blond, red or blond?" murmured Dion as they continued on.

On the fourth day they reached the royal city of Pausanias. They were immediately admitted to the aged king, who was in a great mood and immediately hired Dion, three pieces of silver per evening when it was his turn. Dion asked irritatedly, "My turn?" The king laughed as if he had made a good joke. Yes, there were already two singers, he was the third. The king did not even ask what Hecate was doing there, she was probably his wife or lover. The chief steward gave them a very nice, shady room, with a view of a small forest and the sea.

Dion heard on the first day that King Pausanias was an uncle of King Pantocrates, from whom they had escaped at the last minute. Dion saw no need to explain this to King Pausanias. He would find out from others, from travellers or traders, that would be soon enough. Perhaps so much time had passed that it was no longer news, no longer a piece of news. He also found out that Pausanias had chased his four wives to hell, because over time they had become the most depraved of the entire court. The customs at Pausanias' court were even more loose and depraved than at Pantocrates' court, it was said. Hecate grinned broadly. That could only be to her advantage. Dion went off to meet the other two singers.

One came from the area that was now Turkey, from a small, dirty port town where Izmir is today. He spoke only a little Greek and swore in his native language. His instrument was a board with strings stretched across it. He sang in his native language and it sounded strange, but not bad. The other was from Thrace, his harp was much larger than Dion's, with a corresponding number of strings. He played excellently, his harp playing was complicated and artistic. But when he started to sing, the listeners wanted to run away. "Only the ravens caw louder and more melodiously than a Thracian singer!" quoted Dion, who understood the meaning of this famous saying for the first time. The three singers agreed on the order in which each of them would sing and collect a silver coin. Dion did not mention that he would collect three silver coins. He gave the Thracian some good advice and avoided his sandal, which the Thracian laughingly wanted to throw at his head.

Dion was walking in the garden, it was a very well-kept garden that provided coolness. The gods guided his steps to a bush. He heard quiet noises. He went behind the bush and there she was, masturbating with her legs spread wide. He sat down on the grass opposite her and remained as quiet as a mouse. She was already in the finale and had a nice, light orgasm. Only now did she see him and adjust her skirt modestly. "How long have you been here?" she asked, shocked, and he smiled. "Long enough to see you in paradise!" He thought she was a child and spoke to her carelessly. She looked at him. "I've only ever masturbated outdoors and thought I was undisturbed here. I was able to escape my maids and thought I was safe here." Only now did Dion notice her shoulder-length, fiery red hair. "Are you - are you the bride from Sparta who will marry the king?" he asked speechless and introduced himself, Dionysos, a court singer. She nodded, "Yes, I am Princess Lea of ​​Sparta and next week I am supposed to lie with my husband, who is older than my grandfather!" she said bitterly. "I had a good lover in Sparta, but I was not allowed to give him my virginity, my mother was very careful." Dion asked what she was allowed to do with her lover. "We cuddled for hours, he kissed so deeply that my clit burned. We lay on top of each other and played fucking, but he never put his cock inside. He fucked between my inner thighs and squirted, we were not allowed to do more than that, although we masturbated each other very often." Princess Lea burst into tears. "They kept my virginity so that I could give it to an old grandfather!" She cried, sobbing and heartbreaking. He put his arm over her shoulders, caressing first her cheeks and then her thighs. His hand slid higher and she stopped crying and sobbing. "You would do it now, singer Dionysos, you would masturbate me softly and gently?" He nodded, "Soft and gentle, I have some practice in that." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "No, there is no time for that. I have brought my three maids from Sparta, they know what I am doing here and they are distracting the local maids. I have to go immediately. Will you come tomorrow at the same time, Dionysos?" He nodded in agreement and the princess ran away. He went back to the palace and looked for Hekate, who was surveying the situation. "Blonde," he said with a smile and Hekate pulled him aside. "She is light blonde, her pubic hair is not red like her hair, but she has a light, blonde fluffy down over her pussy." Now he had to tell Mama everything in detail. They went to dinner, it was the Turk's turn. He really had a beautiful voice and his songs were very emotional.

"We don't have a permanent maid here, should I look for one?" He waved her off, saying he wanted to fuck her today because they had landed happily. He fucked Hekate twice, that was enough for both of them. In the morning they ate well, in Hekate's opinion the meat was even more heavily seasoned than at Pantocrates' court. "We'll be sharper than any knife blade in no time, my poor darling. Hopefully you'll find someone to fuck soon!" He kissed her on the lips. "The same for you, Mom!" He walked around the garden and at the right time behind the hidden bushes.

He only had to wait a moment before Princess Lea arrived. He told her to lay in his arms like a baby. She obeyed without a word. His hand slid from her knee higher and higher until it disappeared under her skirt and reached her pussy. "Can I lift up my skirt, I like it best outdoors?" She closed her eyes and gave herself over to his clitplay. After a short time she reached the level of excitement that led to orgasm. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, then her orgasm came with all its might and swept her away. He continued to stroke her clit, again she closed her eyes and gave herself over to his clitplay. As before, her orgasm came with all its might and she almost died of sexual desire. She put her hand on his and shook her head, "that's enough, Dionysos!" He was still holding her in his arms, she had put her arms around his neck and he earned a kiss on his lips. "Do you want to be my friend, my dearest and most intimate friend, who takes care of my clit?" she breathed, shocked by her own words. Dion said he wanted to be her friend very much, even after she had married the king. She immediately began to cry and sob. She was heartbroken to marry her grandfather. There was no way out. Was there no way out?

Dion said that first of all, supported by her own maids, she should demand that the king grant her 10 or 14 days after the wedding to get used to the other, which was not unusual when people didn't really know each other yet. Lea stopped her stupid crying and sobbing. "The wedding is in 10 days, so another 10 days, but then!" she said dejectedly. She was very clever and listened to him. After all, he was her friend, her only friend here in a foreign country. "Perhaps you should think about taking one of your trusted maids with you on your wedding night, that was actually a matter of course in our circles. She will support you in cuddling with the king to get him going, believe me, that will be necessary at his age. Maybe he'll fuck your maid too, she'll have to be prepared for that."

Lea nodded, she had understood that. "Does the maid like to fuck?" asked Dion. She said, "Yes, almost every day, she lets me watch them fucking in our bed and I masturbate most of the time." Dion was satisfied. "Talk to her, she must be prepared for the king to fuck her too. Maybe if he fucks the maid first, he might get tired and fall asleep. But that's only postponed, you'll have to fuck the old man, there's no way around it." He hugged Lea very gently and caressed her. That was right, she wasn't crying now. "I will fuck him, I understand that. But I will discuss your thoughts with my maid in private." She jumped up, her time was up for today. "Tomorrow?" she asked and he said, "Yes, of course, my princess, my friend!"

He fucked some of the naked maids until the evening, the naughty ladies of the court arrived late. It was his evening to entertain the many guests. Many guests had come from far away, even King Pantocrates, who did not look at him. He sang a song that Queen Dina loved very much. He saw her, she had almost completely undressed herself according to local custom, but she wiped the tears from her eyes. There was no way to meet her alone, King Pantocrates was glued to her.

That night he brought a maid to her bed who was bisexual. So Hekate also had a playmate, he knew how much she liked to make lesbian love. He and Hekate alternated between fucking the maid, who cheered and shouted loudly when she climaxed. He fucked her often until he had completely drained his juices. The next day he continued the hunt for pretty maids and maids, whose complete nakedness made the selection easier. At midday he went into the garden, straight to the bushes. He didn't have to wait long, Princess Lea came and sat on his lap. They exchanged only a glance, she lifted her skirt and closed her eyes, opened her thighs and gave herself over to his clitplay. She enjoyed it very much that he continued to masturbate her without a break. She breathed how finely and well he was doing it to her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. She returned his French kiss with great practice. They kissed and kissed and his fingertips felt her clit harden again. She shook her head dismissively, "Let's talk, Dionysos!" He held her gently in his arms. "I spoke to my maid, she understands your thoughts and asked me if I really wanted to give my virginity to the old king? At first I didn't understand at all. She said that if I wanted to give my virginity to someone else, she knew enough tricks to outwit the old man. I was speechless. Of course I would rather give my virginity to a young man and not to the old king. We discussed it for a long time, she will fuck the king every night for the 14 days after the wedding, which he had agreed to." Princess Lea hugged him tightly. "I should choose a young man, said the maid, one who would appreciate the gift." Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. He looked into her eyes, she had never been more beautiful than she was now. He knew exactly what she was going to ask.

"I want to be deflowered and fucked by a good friend. You are my only good friend here. What do you think, friend Dionysos?" He acted as if he were surprised. "Oh, princess, I can't accept that! Your virginity! The deflowering, the fucking. Don't you want someone younger, someone your own age, your lover from Sparta?" He was ashamed of putting on such a deceitful act. But she should ask him, beg him and ask him directly.

Princess Lea asked him, begged him and demanded. He was her best friend, he had to do it! He gave in and agreed. "Do we still have time?" he asked and she shook her head. "I'll tell my maid that it will happen tomorrow afternoon and that she will give me a little more time. She will, definitely. Tomorrow, then, my dear Dionysos!" She jumped up and ran away, humming a little song. Hekate was impressed. "We've only been here 5 days and tomorrow you're going to deflower and fuck the king's bride. That's very impressive, my son!" She threw her arms around his neck. He kept her at a distance, they were in public where everyone could see them. He didn't bring a maid with him that night, that night he belonged to Hekate alone.

The next day he slept very late. He didn't hunt for maids and girls, he wanted to have his whole load ready for Princess Lea. He had been in the garden for a long time before the princess came earlier than usual. They hugged behind the bushes, they turned each other on with French kisses and they both undressed. "I'm going to have to hurt you a little, that's the deflowering." She nodded, she was well informed. He lay down between her thighs, she guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. She whispered, "Do it quickly, Dionysos!" With a quick jerk he deflowered her and penetrated her. Her pussy hole was small and very tight. She smiled, "fuck me, Dionysos, fuck me properly!" He knew that they had little time. He fucked the 14-year-old hard and fast. Her finger was on her clit, ready to trigger an orgasm at any time. But it was not necessary, she had a very strong orgasm and clung to him. He squirted immediately, he squirted and squirted his entire load endlessly. He was exhausted, but he had to send her back quickly. They kissed each other with deep French kisses, then he gave her a friendly slap on the bottom. "You have to hurry, dear Lea, we're running out of time!" She got dressed in a flash. "I am your wife now, Dionysos, your wife forever!" She ran away quickly. He went back to the palace and into the arms of a messenger. To the king, to the king! He winced. The king couldn't know about his deception yet! He stepped in front of the king and bowed. The king had two goblets of red wine poured and chased everyone out. Dion was extremely tense and thought of a way to escape. The king drank half the goblet in one go. "My nephew, King Pantocrates and his sweet wife have just visited me." The king waited to see how the court singer would react. Dion felt a weight lifted from his heart.

"My nephew confirmed the gossip on the street. He will not harm you, he gave me his word of honor. This is my kingdom and not his, but if I may give you some advice, never go back to his kingdom, not now, not tomorrow, not ever. He will never forgive you! And now, tell me how you fucked his wife!" Dion reported almost word for word what the queen had said in court. But he added a little salt and pepper, knowing that the king had sent three women packing. "The Queen held me back when the maids had left. She said she had been told wonderful things about my cock. She wanted to know for sure. We stood in front of each other, fully clothed, she of course in the lewd clothes of the court. She fished out my cock, spread her pussy lips and put my cock in before I could even say a peep. I was so excited that I shot my whole load inside, Your Majesty! But that was not all. Day after day, she played this frivolous show with my cock, for maybe a week, and it ended with her forcing me to fuck her. I am of course also guilty, because what normal man wouldn't love to fuck her, Your Majesty!? We were betrayed after a few weeks and there was a ridiculous trial, the verdict had already been decided. Your nephew wanted my head, nothing less. He passed the verdict over the judges' heads. A sword fight, to the death, Your Majesty, the next morning! Consider, Your Majesty, a battle-hardened warrior like your nephew and a harpist who had never wielded a sword!? If he fell, his men had orders to chop me to pieces! I was crying in my cell when the door opened. A woman's hand grabbed me and I followed the anonymous veiled woman. I smelled her perfume and inhaled the scent of my beloved queen, although she shook her head in denial. This is how I found freedom and came straight to you, because they say how kind and just you are, Your Majesty! But I will leave immediately if you push me away!"

The king drank the goblet and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Dion saw the king's small, clever eyes looking back and forth. What was going on in the king's clever mind? "I have heard this and that about the incident, minstrel," said the king. "Your account seems very credible to me. Tell me, was the queen worth going through heaven and hell for?" Dion lowered his head, "Your Majesty, the queen certainly deserves it! I can't imagine anything more beautiful than lying between her thighs! She deserves something better than the lame loins of your nephew, if you please, Your Majesty!" The king slapped his thighs, laughing. "Well said, brave minstrel! I've heard that from my girls too. But let's please the queen! Come to the great hall at midday, my messenger or a maid will accompany you, I'll keep my nephew busy for an hour! Well, may the good work succeed!" Dion left, his thoughts and assumptions racing.

"Where are you, dear Dionysos?" the princess greeted him from behind the bushes. "I was with the king, your bridegroom. I was afraid he already knew everything, but he just wanted to chat about old times." Lea lay down invitingly on the grass. "Come, make me happy, Dionysos, my husband!" Although he wasn't quite thinking about what was going on, he fucked her properly and her finger on her clit triggered one orgasm after another. They only had 20 minutes and he hurried. "My maid will fuck the king every night for the 14 days until the first consummation. My maid promised to fuck him to pieces before he mounts me." Dion nodded, that was smart, but there was no way around the fact that the king would fuck her at some point. She had to accept it, that was the fate that the gods had decreed for her. They kissed for a long time, then she ran away in high spirits.

At noon he waited in the great hall. Hekate sat opposite him and rubbed the cock of a youth who was looking into the faces of those rushing past and gawking. The youth must be an exhibitionist, thought Dion. A little girl tugged at his sleeve. "Honorable Dionysos," said the child and took him by the hand. Only now did he see that she was a Lilliputian. He looked at her strangely deformed body and she said, "It's a pity that I have to take you to a rendezvous, I would really like to open my thighs to you myself, honorable Dionysos!" He laughed softly. "Perhaps afterwards!?" She nodded, "Absolutely, you can count on it!" They reached a door, the little woman knocked and went in. Dion couldn't believe it! Queen Dina! She was sitting on the edge of the bed in the local frivolous dress and jumped up in surprise. "Dionysos!" "Dina!" They lay in each other's arms.

"So that's the surprise that King Pausanias promised me!" exclaimed Dion. In an instant they were rolling around naked on the bed, the Lilliputian woman sat on a chair next to the door, guarding the latch and watched them both. Dion fucked the queen twice without a break, then they lay next to each other, exhausted. He thanked her for rescuing him from the dungeon, she put a finger on his lips. "There are things a queen must not do." She reported how the children were doing and how hard Pantocrates was trying to win her heart back. Since the famous trial, he had lain with her every night and did his best. "I have to do my little affairs in the afternoon," she giggled, "I won't let him take that away from me, even if he's turning yellow with jealousy!" They had to part, the hour was up. "See you tomorrow, my darling," said the queen.

The midget woman led him out and walked beside him. "You seem to be good at fucking, honorable Dionysos," she said, "Your lover had an orgasm both times, my full respect!" She opened a door and went in. "Now it's my turn to have an orgasm!" He resigned himself to his fate. First the princess, then the queen and now the empress of the dwarfs. She smiled, "Go ahead, he's not too big by any means, just dare!" He fucked a midget woman for the first time, it was a strange feeling to fuck someone as small as a child. She too triggered her orgasm with her finger at the end. Dion was definitely exhausted and lay down on his sleeping mat.

He had no difficulty fucking Lea and Queen Dina, both of them under time pressure. The wedding feast was splendid and King Pausanias had invited the entire population. However, the fucking in the bushes was now over. The Lilliputian woman came every day at noon and led Dion to Queen Dina, and was then richly rewarded by Dion. The three-day wedding came to a splendid end, and Dion now had to forego fucking Dina. He now diligently fucked the maids and maidservants again, there were still so many beauties he hadn't fucked yet.

While Dion was sitting in the hall, Lea came by completely unexpectedly and sat down next to him. They had to keep their distance, but they were able to exchange a hug and two kisses on both cheeks according to custom. Lea reported in telegram style how it went. She pointed with her chin at the younger of her two friendly maids. "She drains the king every night, she fucks like no other! I sit at the foot of the bed and am as quiet as a mouse. It's good like that, we will consummate the marriage tomorrow night. But for me you will remain my husband, Dionysos!" He whispered that if not so many were watching, he would kiss her. So all she could do was survive safely and without harm, that was her fate. He quickly went down the stairs to the courtyard.

At the foot of the stairs, Pantocrates was waiting for him with his sword drawn. His bloodshot eyes stared at him in anger. "Wretch! Even here, in my uncle's house, you are stalking my wife!" Dion stood next to one of the two guards and grabbed his arm. He hid behind the soldier, who immediately lowered his spear and touched Pantocrates' chest. King or pawn, he would not allow a cold-blooded murder! Queen Dina and her three maids came out of the door of the hall. She took in the situation with one look. With flaming anger in her eyes, she roared at the king. "Stop! Your Majesty, how dare you break the wedding peace in King Pausanias' house? I must have been mistaken when I thought you were an honorable man with a strong character! Shame on you, my lord and master, you will not regain my respect if you do!" She walked past him brusquely. King Pantocrates sheathed his sword and followed her. His gaze pierced Dion.

King Pantocrates and Queen Dina had left. Dion thought of Princess Lea, who had had to let the king fuck her the night before last. He met the princess's maid on the stairs. He asked how the wedding night had gone. She giggled, "I pulled the king between my thighs so that my mistress came second. She let out a little scream when he deflowered her and I poured a few drops of pig's blood onto the sheet. Our play went wonderfully, the king had the sheet removed in the morning and proudly presented it to the courtiers. My mistress loves only you, noble Dionysus, she is pining after you. We will first explore the terrain and figure out how you can see and meet each other!"

Dion's hands slid over the maid's veil. "The gods have given you a beautiful body that even an old king cannot overlook, and neither can I. I will reward you, beautiful maid! Turn to the marble railing and receive my cock from behind!" She protested that they could be seen, but he turned her firmly around. She leaned on the marble railing and he pushed her thin veil aside. She sighed as he penetrated and let herself be fucked from behind with her head bowed. Some people passed by, some gawked for a moment. After a quarter of an hour he squirted inside, he was satisfied with her. He turned her around and kissed her on the lips. "Make it possible and I will show you the paradise!" She smiled and lowered her gaze. "Just as you wish, noble Dionysos!" She looked him in the eyes. "Dionysos, she is still a child! Please do not impregnate her, she is far too young to have a child!" He returned her firm gaze. "That is up to the gods alone, who have already decided her fate!" Dion thanked her and sent loving greetings to the young queen.

He was really and seriously determined to impregnate Queen Lea.

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