Twice Cursed Spartan Ch. 05

Chapter 5

Ariston looked up to the sky, but his friends the birds were of no help. They had passed the spot where the princess had been buried, Brisieis' armor still propped up as a monument to her death. They had walked into the forest, following the trail left by the panicked Spartan, but that soon disappeared into rocky brambles. They were left with no trail to follow.

Leandros sat on a fallen log, propping his staff and bags against it. "Well, that was short lived hope", he grumbled.

"I can cast some bones, see what the dead have to say," said Aspasia.

"Are you even any good with those?" Rasped Leandros.

"Not as good as my mother, better than you," she snapped back.

"Watch it, girl!" He snarled.

"Leandros!" Chided Ariston, "Brother, what bug has crawled up thine ass?" He teased.

"Mine ass is tired of walking around, aimless." He grabbed his staff. "I need something to smash. I'm tired of walking and talking and gods, and the weather..."

Ariston sat down next to his large friend and threw an arm around his shoulder, speaking softly into his ear, grinning. "What if tonight you get to fuck the little wild one? She's quite the lay and eager for it."

Leandros smiled. "That would help my mood quite a lot" he chuckled and smiled toothily.

"Good!" Aniston stood up and addressed the two women who were sitting idly around. "My dears? Bones? Myrissa, you were a clever little mouse before, any bright ideas?"

Aspasia pulled a small leather bag out of her pouch and squatted down. She untied the thong that held the bag together and laid it flat on the ground. A small pile of white bones was gathered in its middle. She started to gently scatter the bones while murmuring to herself.

Leandros and Ariston exchanged a look. Aspasia was without any sense of modesty. She squatted on her heels, knees apart, her pussy fully exposed, a pink ridge of soft flesh parting the black forest of her curls. The two men shared a silent laugh and a head shake.

"If we can't find her," started Myrissa hesitantly, "can we do something else that's helpful? Find a priest, or a shrine to Poseidon and start making a sacrifice?"

"That's a good idea," said Ariston.

"Isn't there a sacred spring somewhere around here?" Asked Leandros. "We walked by some pilgrims on the way to Sparta."

"We did, we did... Aspasia, what do the bones say?" Ariston asked.

"Ill luck, loss, but also... hope?" She replied, gathering her bones.

Leandros snorted his displeasure.

"Let's get going," commanded Ariston, shouldering his bag.

The little troupe made it's way through the thin forest, following the hollow between two hills. A little stream guided them as the forest turned to shrubs and the terrain became rocky and dry. They could see a wall of sheer cliffs ahead, a half day out. The stream led towards a cleft in the cliff, so they continued to follow its bubbling guidance.

They scrambled over a swell of earth. Beyond it was a road, headed towards the same cleft in the rock wall. Ariston warned everyone down, throwing himself low. Leandros crawled over to him. The archer pointed at the a curve in the road, from which a group of people could be seen approaching.

The group was a rag-tag group of dancers and musicians, men and women in flowing robes and flowers in their hair. They walked and danced their way down the road, arms raised ecstatically up into the air, singing along the flutes and drums.

"Galloi," stated Ariston.

"What's that?" Asked Aspasia.

"Worshipers of Cybele. The priests cut their nuts off and dress like women." He replied.

The small troop passed barely a dozen yards below them, not paying them any attention. Aspasia noticed that indeed, some of the people she had taken to be women were men, hair long, with blackened eyelids like the fancy city ladies her mother had talked about.

"Are they dangerous?" She whispered.

"No, just annoying."

Once the dancing group had passed from view Leandros stood up. "Well, we're in the right area. If they're prancing around there must be a shrine near by."

There was, indeed, a nearby shrine. The cleft in the cliff turned out to be a canyon overlooking a shallow stream. The canyon walls were pock-marked with caves and stairs carved out of the soft limestone. Colorful banners and ropes were hanging down from the caves. Men in loincloths, covered in mud, hair and beard hanging to their elbows, looked down from them. In one section, women stood and looked on as they passed. They were dressed in long robes in muted colors. They were clustered around a group of larger caves, some entrances carved with half-pillars at the entrance, giving them the appearance of a temple.

The road seemed to take them to a small cluster of trees that grew at the far exit of the canyon. A small crowd was silently gathered around the grove, some on their knees, others standing and waving their arms up in silent devotion, eyes shut, mouth whispering prayers.

Beyond the grove was a wide plain and, on the horizon's edge, the sea.

"Now what?" Asked Leandros. Ariston was looking around the canyon, head tilted back.

"We ask them," he said, pointing at the women on the cliff.

*

The old priestess was reclining in the shade of the cave, a snake draped over her shoulder, her white and red robes piled around her legs. Pillows and rich tapestries softened the hard stone bench she was sitting on. The walls of the cave had been squared off, white-washed and painted with dancing figures, animals and vegetation. Holes in the wall let shafts of light in, keeping the cave cool but bright. The back wall was kept plain white, with an oval door framed in ochre, leading to darker rooms beyond.

The women had been welcoming when the little tired troupe of heroes and slaves came walking up the carved staircase. They offered bread and bowls of water, which the travelers accepted gratefully. They were invited to sit outside the caves, in the shade.

Leandros and Ariston had noticed that the women had been courteous and smiling, speaking to each other in a foreign language. The younger ones were giggling and eyeing the two heroes with playful stares. They were all dressed in loose fitting peplons, longer tunics that fell to their ankles. But, unlike the usual Greek dress, they also had wide belts of leather and cloth, with straps that rose up around their shoulders, framing their breasts in a most delightful way.

A woman had also knelt by Myrissa and Aspasia, talking softly to them, her back to the men. Another woman came and invited the two men to follow her into the inner temple carved out of the rock, and meet the head priestess. The heroes left the women outside and followed their guide inside.

"Yours is a most delicate problem," the old priestess finally said after Ariston and Leandros, seated on the floor in front of her, had finished explaining their situation. She absent-mindedly stroked the undulating snake with one hand. She was a striking woman, her salt-and-pepper hair framing a chiseled face, thin-lipped and hawk nosed. Her eyes were bright, her brow stern, but her voice soft was soft and gentle. "We will gladly perform a sacrifice in the name of your friend," she glanced at the men, "we women must help one another. But I don't know if it will be sufficient to appease Poseidon. For that you might need to go to Crete, where our sisters might be able to find the appropriate ceremonies to appease such a wrathful god."

"Crete?" interjected Leandros.

The priestess nodded. "We are but a small temple. Our sisters there will have the tools and the knowledge you seek."

"Thank you, you're help is much welcomed", said Ariston, bowing his head.

"The sun is setting. Stay here tonight, the sisters will prepare a room for you. We will perform the sacrifice tonight, and tomorrow you can start your journey." The old priestess stood up, draping the snake over her forearm and shoulder. With a hand wave she invited the two men to leave, which they did.

Sitting in a little alcove carved out of the cliff, the two warriors contemplated their options. Both Myrissa and Aspasia were nowhere to be found. They were sitting on opposite knee-high shelves carved out of the rock, bedding thrown over the hard stone. A smaller alcove on the far wall held a jug of water, another an oil lamp. The fourth wall was missing, exposing the little cave to the elements, which, in this case, was a spectacular setting sun over the opposite cliffs.

As the sun set, a low wailing rose. The ghost of Amalthea had reappeared, floating in the back of the cave.

"Where are those damn girls?" Grumbled Leandros.

"What damn girls?" Asked Aspasia, stepping into the cave, grinning in embarrassment. She had been cleaned and dressed by the young priestesses, her hair pulled up and piled on her head, exposing her slender neck. She was dressed in a loose fitting peplos, like the other women, though her belt was just a thin length of rope. The two men stood up, almost by reflex. This was not the wild girl they had bought from her witch mother, but a statuesque young woman who stood in front of them.

"Where's Myrissa?" Asked Leandros.

Aspasia just shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno, but I was told to get you guys so the evening ritual could start."

"What about..." Ariston hooked a thumb in the direction of Amalthea's ghost, which was becoming louder and more visible.

Aspasia walked up to the ghost, whose blank face stared up at the ceiling, mouth open, ululating sounds coming out of her spectral mouth. "I understand, sister, I understand."

She sat on the bench and picked up her peplos over her hips, propping one foot up, opening her legs. Her furry pussy now fully exposed, she started rubbing her clit furiously.

"By the gods, woman, what are you doing?" Exclaimed Leandros.

"No problem," panted Aspasia, "I used to do this all the time... the old hag didn't leave me be so I had to be quick..."

The two amazed men watched as Aspasia's pussy bloomed open, getting wetter, the lips reddening as her fingers flew over her clit. With her free hand she started to grab and mash her left breast, tugging at her nipple through the thin cloth.

"If it's a cock you want.." Muttered Leandros, as he approached Aspasia, undoing his belt and dropping it to the ground.

Aspasia bit her lip, eyes glued to the thick cock now rising between his muscled thighs. She was not used to having playmates at times like this. But she was learning to like it. She let go of her breast and took hold of the erection presented to her. She could barely wrap her hand around its girth. She gave it a little tug, moving the skin up and down over the thick head. Leandros growled his pleasure. Ariston sat opposite, watching.

Leandros suddenly grabbed Aspasia and flipped her over, so that her hands were on the bench and her feet on the ground, bent over. He flipped her peplos over her hips, found the slick entrance of her pussy between the globes of her ass, lined up his hard cock, and pushed.

Aspasia had barely enough time to react to the manhandling. He was so strong that she felt like a doll in his hands, easily flipped through the air. She had seen enough goats mate to know what was coming, though she had never done it this way with her goat-herder friends. The first push into her pussy drew a gasp, half pain, half pleasure, at the sudden stretch. He half pulled out, drawing a moan, and shoved his cock back in. This time it was pure pleasure, both the motion and the feeling of being so full. Her hand flew back to her clit and started to rub it quickly.

Leandros started a pounding rhythm, his eyes glued to the spot where his thick cock was pulling the lips of her sex apart. The dark curls were slick with her juices, the lips pink around the shaft of his cock, the little pucker of her asshole riding above. His hands on her hips, he reveled in the feeling of tight wetness and heat around his cock.

Amalthea's ghost started a rising moan, in sync with Aspasia's gasps and staccato cries, the slap of thigh on ass ringing in the little cave. Finally both Aspasia and Amalthea's ghost cried out as an orgasm racked her, sending Aspasia into convulsions, dropping onto the bed, ass in the air, fist clenched in the bedding, face contorted. Leandros grunted, drawing further gasps from Aspasia. She had never felt that amount of relentless fucking, such strength and girth in her pussy, the feeling of being taken, overwhelmed, by cock and man, helpless in her pleasure. Leandros felt her orgasm squeeze his cock, and that was it for him. He pulled out just in time to splash his seed onto her thighs and ass, roaring his pleasure.

Amalthea's ghost started to fade as Aspasia collapsed limb-less onto the bed. Leandros walked away, breathing hard. He grinned at Ariston before leaning forward with his hands on his knees.

"Well done," grinned Ariston,"we bought ourselves another day." He stood up, his own chiton dented by his semi-hard cock. He walked over to Aspasia and, after one last long look at her wet and swollen pussy, he pulled her peplos over her hips and legs. He offered her his hand to help her up.

"Time to go to the ceremony," he said. Aspasia got up on wobbly legs, feeling the thin stream of cum running down her leg. She wiped it with her peplos, straighten her hair and looked up at Ariston, smiling cheekily.

"I think I'm going to like working with you guys!" She announced before skipping out of the cave.

"Does she not know we bought her? She's not working with us, she's working for us!" Grumbled Leandros.

"I'll let you explain that to her. Come on, everyone is waiting for us."

They were led through the ochre-rimmed oval portal in the back of the temple and into the darkened inner sanctum. It was a large oval room, the walls painted black. Small alcoves ringed the room with small oil lamps burning in them. The back of the alcoves were painted white, reflecting the little light the lamps were giving. Figures and symbols were painted on the black walls in ochre, animals and women and gods seemingly emerging out of the darkness. Carpets covered the floor, softening the stone. Across from the portal was a painted terra-cotta statue of a woman, hands held up, holding a snake in each hand, wearing a white skirt, breasts bare. The light from the outside made the statue glow against the black walls.

The room was full of spinning women. They were spinning in place, hands held up. They were now topless, a stiff white skirt hanging from the wide belt they had worn over their peplos. Their breasts were left bare, their dark hair pilled up on top of their heads. They spun with their arms held up, eyes half closed, to the complicated beat of a drumming duo of topless women sitting in the corner.

Near the statue was the old priestess, topless too, spinning slowly to her own rhythm, her snake draped across both shoulders. The air was thick with incense and other strange perfumes.

The two men were led to the side by two acolytes, topless young women in the same white skirt. A pile of pillows was waiting for them, which they collapsed upon, watching the dancing women. Goblets of spiced wine were brought to them, as well as small bowls of dried fruits. They ate and drank, watching, their curiosity made sharper by the display of breasts, small and large, riding high or sagging low, proud nipples or ghostly areolae spinning in the scented gloom. Aspasia was led to them, and she plopped herself down on the pillows, her back against the wall, grabbing a handful of nuts to munch on as she made herself comfortable.

A procession of women were bringing small baskets to the statue, emptying their content at her feet. Flowers, fruits, small statues, clay tablets on which prayers had been inscribed, all were piled up in front until the feet of the goddess were covered. A dozen small snakes were slithering around the pile, their tongues flickering out to sniff each new gift.

The priestess turned to the statue and started chanting, head raised to the heavens. This went on for several minutes as the priestess brought this or that object to the attention of the statue, breaking the clay tablets, or placing the statues in a ring around the larger statue of the goddess. Finally she stepped away and resumed her position to the side, swaying with her snake.

An acolyte came to the two men, silently asking them to rise and follow, which they did. Aspasia was told to stay where she was, so she settled back down on her pillows. The men were brought in front of the statue and made to kneel. Leandros was suddenly very much missing his staff. Were they to be the next sacrifice? He exchanged a glance with Ariston. The taller warrior just nodded, but with a small hand signal called for patience.

The head priestess stood in front of them, facing the statue, and started to chant again. To their surprise, Myrissa walked on, naked, and knelt besides the priestess. An acolyte stood on the other side, holding a knife. Leandros stiffened.

A second acolyte brought a large copper pan in which sloshed water and placed it at the priestesses feet. The smell of salt and brine hit the two men's noses. Sea water. Myrissa was brought to stand in the pan, feet in the water. The acolyte with the knife stepped up. Leandros rose halfway. Ariston placed a hand on his elbow, stopping him.

A small goat was brought in and, with a slash, its throat was cut. The priestess held it up so that the blood poured over Myrissa's shaved head, running down her body and into the platter of sea water. When the blood had stopped to pour out of the slit throat of the goat, the priestess tossed the dead animal to an acolyte standing to the side. Another woman approached Myrissa and started to pour water from a jug over her head, rinsing the blood away. The priestess stepped away, chanting prayers, walking in a slow circle around the men and Myrissa. Finally Myrissa was led away from the pan of bloodied water and gently toweled down by two other women. She was led away to the side.

The men were invited to stand and where led away back to their pillows where Aspasia was sitting, having watched the ritual with puzzled curiosity.

Leandros kept an anxious eye out of Myrissa. The twirling women stopped, their heads undulating, arms waving. The rhythm of the drums changed, the pipes becoming shriller. Suddenly the women flipped their skirts up. The skirts were split in front so the stiff fabric became a white peacock's tail behind them, fanning out behind their upper body, their broad belts holding the fabric up. Beneath the skirts they were bare, naked. They started a strange wide-stepping dance, hips tilted forward, exposing their sex.

The two men were both puzzled and aroused by this new display. They had rarely seen so many pussies so exposed at once. There was such a wide array on display, some hidden behind fabulous black bushes, some peeking out from thin fans of hair. Thin lips, pouty lips, some with inner lips that burst out like a pink corral reef, some small and invisible. And then the women reached down and opened their pussies with two fingers. They turned to each cardinal direction, hissing soft threats as they aimed the opened pinkness of their sex to the four corners of the world.

"that's old magic," whispered Ariston. "It scares the bad spirits away"

The continued their spinning, hips thrust out, skirt held up. A woman, completely naked, walked around them, drinking for a cup before spraying the spinning women with what looked like some colored oil. Leandros sat up when he saw Myrissa, also naked, following the first woman, she too spraying oil on them. He couldn't help but be drawn to her slim figure, the small high breasts, the triangle of dark yellow hair in the crook of her thighs. Her shaved head was in stark contrast to the other women, but to Leandros it simply made her stand out more. Though something had changed. She was not the little mouse anymore, someone to protect agains the world. She walked and moved through the spinning women with an assurance she did not have before.

When they were sprayed, the spinning women dropped their belts and skirts, dancing naked now to a new frenzied drum beat. They rubbed the oil over their bellies and breasts, reaching down to smear their thighs, coloring their skin an oily red.

Soon all the women were naked and oiled. Ariston and Leandros sat up, mesmerized by the display of female flesh glistening in the light of the oil lamps. The dancers joined up into couples, broke away, found new partners, hands lingering across bodies as they drifted from dancer to dancer. The drums and the flutes still rung out in the cave, lights flickered, the painted dancers on the black walls joining in the moving bodies of the naked women.

And then the first kisses broke the tension, and now the women were openly kissing and touching each other in a way that was unmistakably sexual. Lips crushed against each other, tongues swirling around each other, hands reaching up, tracing ribs, finding the soft flesh of a breast, the hardening nipples between finger tips. Body against body, belly pressed together, thighs scissoring against each other.

One woman pulled the other to the ground, cradling her head in her hand, keeping their lips sealed in an intense kiss. She opened her legs to receive the other between her thighs, wrapping her legs around her waist. Hey kissed, running their hands over each others bodies, crushing breast against breast. Another knelt at the feet of her partner, tilted her head back and sent tongue lapping at the offered sex.

Everywhere they looked, the two men saw female bodies intertwined with female bodies, kisses exchanged, pussies opened by eager fingers or tongues, nipples sucked, asses kneaded. Lips and tongues were entwined in sulfurous kisses, hungry and biting. Pussies were pressed against pussies, rubbing together, the colored oils on the skin of the lovers mixing with the sweat and juices of their bodies.

Aspasia watched transfixed. She had never even considered that two women could satisfy each other in such a way. Her hand drifted to her own pussy, pressing her clit through the thin cloth of her dress. Her eyes were fixed on the couple nearest her. Two women were eagerly applying lips and tongues to each other's pussy, lying on the ground head to toe, heads between thighs. Aspasia couldn't see clearly what was happening, but it was not hard to imagine it, especially when a few feet away another woman was on hands and knees, ass up, her lips planted on her lover's pussy, tongue lapping at her clit.

Three women, naked and oiled, walked over to Leandros and Ariston. They knelt besides them on the pillows, draping their limbs across the men's bodies, tugging at their clothes. The two men grinned and helped pull off their clothes until they too were as naked as the women. They were pushed back onto their backs and the women clambered over them, running their hands over their chest and thighs. One of the women turned to Aspasia and with a grin leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Aspasia could only batt her eyelids in surprise before surrendering and leaning into the softest lips she had ever kissed.

The women, dark haired beauties all, rubbed their soft bodies across the men's hard muscles. Soft skin, soft breasts pressed against their chest, bellies and legs. A nipple playfully offered to a mouth, inviting a lick, a hungry suckle. Hands roamed against thigh, finding a hard cock, running up and down it's length. The men's hands were roaming too, finding the soft curve of an ass, the length of a back. Colored oil now shared between four bodies, making them slick, letting the hands of the women tug and slide up and down the length of the hard cocks. The men tried to take charge, to roll over onto the women, but they were prevented. The women slipped through their grasp, sliding over until the men got the hint and both relaxed on their backs. The two women slid up, guiding the cocks towards their already wet pussies. The women shifted, a tilt of the hips, a guiding hand sliding the tip of a cock between the oil-slick lips of a pussy and, slowly, the hard cocks were invited into the hot wetness of their cunts.

Aspasia was disrobed by quick and nimble hands. Her new lover giggled and spoke soft reassurances in a foreign language until Aspasia was as naked as she. Aspasia leaned back onto her hands as the other woman leaned in, face close, rubbing noses, her tongue darting forward to tease Aspasia's lips. Their breasts were softly pressed together, Aspasia's fullness against the woman's smaller ones. They kissed, tongues twirling, Aspasia moaning at the new sensations. The woman pulled back, smiling, bit her lip and teasingly shook her breasts so that their nipples crossed and bumped against each other, sending bolts of pleasure through their bodies. She took a handful of Aspasia's breast, thumbing her nipple, sending now a sharper pleasure. She pulled Aspasia forward, guiding one of Aspasia's hand to her own breast. Aspasia held the warm and soft roundness of the woman's breast, finding the dark little nipple, feeling the texture so familiar yet new. The other woman moved forward, climbing in Aspasia' lap, bringing her breast to Aspasia's lips, pulling her head down. Aspasia suckled hungrily at the offered teat.

The two women were riding the two men with increased speed, grinding their furry pussies against the hard groin of their mates. Leandros and Ariston let the women ride them, enjoying the view of these slim women rising above them. Breasts were trembling and swaying, inviting their hands to roam across them, to tease and pluck at the wine-dark nipples. Leandros held his woman by the hips, rising to meet her, his thick cock stretching her open. She had her eyes screwed shut, her hands leaning on his broad chest. She stopped moving, letting him drive his cock into her, their flesh slapping together. Ariston was enjoying watching his lover squirm and shift her hips around him, lifting but an inch up and down on his long cock. They were staring in each other's eyes, watching the twinge of pleasure flash across their faces as a roll of the hips pushed against a clit, pulled at the sensitive tip of his cock. His hands were on her breasts, heavy and full, supporting their weight, then pushing them together, pressing their thick nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Aspasia and her lover were locked in a tight kiss, arms thrown over each other's shoulders and chest, breasts pressed together. Her lover had shifted and slid a leg underneath her, and now they were pressing their pussies against each other, rubbing and pressing clits and soft lips together, spreading and mixing a rising tide of juices across their thighs and sex. They breathed heavy into each other's mouth, drawing little whining cries of pleasure as a fierce heat rose from their pussies.

Ariston was the first to release his seed. He groaned whispering warnings to his lover. But she clamped her hips further down, locking her pussy on his cock. He clenched and moaned, his balls pumping cum into her waiting pussy. When the hot hit of sperm splashed her cervix, she too came, trembling and shaking on top of him before collapsing on his chest. Leandros was soon to follow, his pistoning cock sending spurt after spurt of jism into the shaking woman. She was riding wave after wave of orgasms as his thick cock had taken over her pussy, her body, her mind. There was only cock, until finally he stopped and she too collapsed.

Aspasia's lover pulled away, sliding a hand between them. She curled two, then three fingers into Aspasia's cunt, opening her, slamming the heel of her hand against Aspasia's clit, her fingers sliding in and out in a frantic rhythm, flesh slapping wetly against softer flesh. Aspasia grabbed hold of the woman's shoulders, face buried in her hair, pulling her knees as open as possible to receive more into her sopping wet hole. Aspasia cried out, shaking and trembling as an orgasm crashed into her, sending her sprawling down. She shut her legs closed, her pussy now too sensitive and raw for any more stimulation. Her lover smiled, a satisfied smirk on her lips, before turning to the two men.

The two other women had slid off the men, cuddling in their arms, hands gently stroking chests and softened cocks. Aspasia's lover slunk over on hands and knees. She crouched over Leandros's cock, the closest, and like a thirsty cat she started licking his thick but soft cock, tasting the mix of their juices.

Leandros lifted his head and looked down as the tip of his cock disappeared into the mouth of this third woman. Around them, the cave was filled with the sound of the drums and flutes, and the moaning and wet sounds of flesh on flesh. Most of the women in the cave were now on the floor, limbs intertwined, heads buried between thighs, or mouths pressed against each other as fingers danced across flesh.

Either the oil or the fumes were laced with some herb, because Leandros could see the painted figures on the walls move and dance, watching the intertwined lovers in the cave. More figures seem to have appeared, stepping from the darkness onto the painted flatness of the wall. A crowd of small and squat figures danced into the foreground, giant erect penises bouncing around their bellies. Naked women twirling and dancing behind them. Tigers roaming the scene, brushing against the naked dancers. And snakes. Everywhere snakes, behind the walls, in the shadows, the cave walls the sides of a gigantic snake that held them all between its coils.

Leandros shook his head, screwing his eyes shut. When he re-opened them all he could see were the still painted figures on the walls, and the mass of naked women drawing cries of pleasure from each other. Half sitting on his leg was a woman delicately sucking on his cock. Next to him the half-asleep Ariston, on the other side Aspasia curled up on her side, her hair and tunic a mess of sweat and oil. But her eyes bright, watching the woman suckling on his hardening cock.

He let his head down, relaxing, enjoying the sensation of the warm mouth on his dick. She continued her suckling, teasing the head of it with her tongue, until it grew hard in her mouth, forcing her jaw open more and more. She held the impressive girth with one hand, eyes shining with lust. She straddled Leandros, swinging a leg over his hips, one hand holding his cock in place so that she could aim it at her already slick cunt.

Aspasia scooted forward, resting her head on Leandros's chest, watching. He reached up, resting a hand in her hair, absent-mindedly stroking her head, his attention on the feeling of slick heat engulfing his cock. The woman sat down fully, the cock stretching her lips thin. Aspasia watched, fascinated, as more hard cock disappeared into that woman's belly than she thought could be possible.

The woman started a hard and fast rhythm, milking Leandro's cock, leaning back, two hands on his thighs. Aspasia reached out and touched the point where cock and pussy met, letting her fingers drift across the tight and slick skin, knuckles brushing the extended clit, drawing moans from the woman. Aspasia turned her hand and pressed her thumb on the clit, keeping rhythm with the rising hips. The woman groaned and panted.

She started buckling and shaking, an orgasm pulled from her. Her squeezing pussy milked another jet of cum from Leandros. Aspasia watched fascinated as milky froth oozed out of the woman's pussy. The two lovers finally stopped moving. The woman took several seconds to catch her breath but finally pulled herself off of Leandros, Aspasia's eyes glued to the retreating cock and the now gaping pussy, seeing deeper into the pink folds than she had ever thought possible.

The woman collapsed over Aspasia, rolling to the side, leaving Aspasia curled in Leandro's arm. The cave had become silent, the drums and flute still. Only the panting and low moans of the women remained. Most seemed to have fallen asleep in each other's arms. A couple were walking around the fallen crowd, taking delicate steps to avoid the sprawling limbs and figures.

Aspasia lifted herself on an elbow, watching. She felt unsatisfied. The tryst with the woman had been explosive, but watching her get fucked up close had reawakened her desire. Her pussy, sore in a pleasant way, was aching again for release.

One of the women who was still standing in the middle of the cave saw Aspasia. In the dimness of the space, she was a silhouette framed by the light glistening on her oiled limbs. She reached out to Aspasia with a raised hand. Aspasia pulled away from the sleepy Leandros. She dropped what remained of her dress, letting it pool at her feet before silently and carefully walking over to the woman.

Stepping over the naked limbs of sleeping women, Aspasia was finally face to face with her. The woman was dark-haired, a striking beauty with an oval face, clear eyes and full lips, hair cascading down over her shoulders in a sweaty mess. He body was slim, with proud high breasts and dark skin, made darker still by the colored oiled that covered her body. Aspasia was struck by how different her desires were for this woman. She was used to craving the hardness, the power of men, the feeling of being overpowered, of losing control. With this woman Aspasia wanted to find and touch the softest of her parts, the hidden folds, caress the softness of her skin, watch her lips part with a moan, her eyes lose drift as the pleasure mounted.

The woman took her hand and pulled her down to the ground. They fitted themselves between the warm bodies of the other women, flesh against flesh. They kissed, softly and deeply, tongue moving against tongue. The woman slid across Aspasia's body, nipples brushing against nipples, belly to belly, thighs crossing thighs. They caught their breath, and the woman deftly moved around and pulled Aspasia until they were on their sides. She pulled her thighs apart and for the first time Aspasia felt a soft tongue on her pussy. The feeling almost pushed her over the edge. In the semi-darkness she saw the other woman's pussy in front of her face, a mass of black curls hiding a swell of puffy lips, the smell of incense and oil and sex mingling in those curls. She pulled her hips forward, pushing the thighs apart, until her lips met the surprising wetness of the woman's sex. She reached out with her tongue, splitting the folds and finding the deeper recesses of the mysterious female. A wetness filled her mouth, musky, female. She recognized the harder nut of the woman's clit pressed against her chin, moved, licked, sucked, drew soft cries muffles by her own sex. They were soon pressing against each other, drinking deep from each other's well.

Eventually the lamps dimmed and flickered, leaving only pale moonlight to illuminate the cave. All became still, apart from a few sighs and giggles until they too subsided and all was dark and silent.

*

The next morning saw three of them leave.

"Myrissa belongs with us!" Protested Leandros.

"She has chosen to remain with us," retorted the priestess. "Her role will be to perform sacrifices to Poseidon every day to ease his wrath. Consider her staying here as your payment, and your sacrifice." Her tone left room for no argument.

"You have been more than generous" said Ariston, leading his large companion away by the elbow. "We appreciate everything you've done for us."

They were standing at the top of the stairs leading down into the canyon. Aspasia, wearing a new but simple chiton that fell to mid-thigh, was waiting a few steps down, her sack filled with bread and cheeses.

"We thank you for your contribution during our celebration," said the priestess with a twinkle in her eye. "If the Goddess is generous, we will have new daughters soon."

Both Ariston and Leandros looked at each other. Ariston gave a final tug on Leandros's elbow.

"Come, we must go."

Leandro's looked one last time for Myrissa, but could don't see her. He turned and started walking down the stairs.