**The piece of Arkhilokhos' poetry belongs to him, forever and ever, amen, as far as I am concerned. And all the other wonderful little bits and pieces of his that have survived the centuries.
Rated NC17 for m/f sexual content.
WITHOUT TAKING A BREATH**
BY MAGGIE
Iolaus was in luck; there was a buxom wench just moving across the fields with a bucket in each hand.
'Great!' he thought, "Someone who knows what they're doing with cows ..." and began to move speedily towards her. He pulled up short as she suddenly spun around, buckets flailing in all directions, and yelled at him fit to bust his eardrums.
"WADDAYAWANT!!?"
Iolaus flapped his mouth for a moment, taken aback by the verbal attack, finally having the presence of mind to point tentatively at the nearest cow's udders. "Erm, just some milk ... please? I can pay you for it ..." and he hastily began searching his belt pouch for any sign of actual money.
Moths, a piece of oily rag for cleaning his sword, a few biscuit crumbs, any amount of fluff ... but no dinars. "Dammit!" he muttered under his breath, fiercely trying to think of some other way he could pay for the milk he needed for Hercules' roiling stomach. When he looked back up at her, somewhat shamefaced, he was surprised to find that she had put the buckets down and now had a smile on her face, a twinkle in her eyes - which were looking him up and down appreciatively - and was licking her lips in what very much appeared to be anticipation.
"Don't worry about it," she murmured throatily. "I have something more than adequate in mind ..."
Iolaus didn't have to think twice. She was gorgeous and had the kind of wicked streak that, despite himself, he couldn't resist. He bowed with a flourish. "What exactly would my lady like?"
"Hmm; 'My Lady', huh? I think I like the sound of that ... plough boy ..." and she flashed her eyes at him, whilst toying with one of the laces of her bodice.
Coming to kneel in front of her he took the end from her in his teeth, and pulled. The material fell open and he reached up with his mouth again, begging for a taste. Upturning one of the buckets, she sat down so that he could fasten onto one full, creamy white, luscious breast. He suckled until the nipple was swollen and full and she gave a little cry in the back of her throat, hands already in his hair and clutching his head in place.
Suddenly she pulled away from him and pushed him flat into the grass, coming to rest on her knees beside him. He looked up through sex-fogged eyes, to see what was wrong.
"Do something for me, plough boy," she teased him.
"I thought I already was," Iolaus replied dryly - (although by now, definitely NOT so dryly! His pants were already far too uncomfortable ...)
She shook her head at him laughingly. "Something else," she told him. "I want to watch you pleasure yourself ..."
Iolaus stared open-mouthed at the girl. He couldn't ... Yes, he COULD ...
Smile curling up the edges of his mouth, eyes teasingly daring, he dictated his terms.
"Alright, my LADY ... I will be pleased to do as you ask, but you must agree to take off the rest of your clothes, and not hide any of your reactions from me. Deal?"
She bit her lip, envisioning the sparring match he was effectively describing, and her heart began to race, making the blood loud in her ears. "Oh, you so BETCHA a deal, plough boy ..."
Without another word, she peeled off the thin bodice and shook out her hair, making her breasts swing unfettered and free. Iolaus felt his cock jump at the sight. Gods, they were beautiful. He wanted to suckle her again, so badly, but knew he wouldn't be allowed to, so he put all the lust and longing into his eyes. The heat they radiated, the wildly burgeoning passion they spoke of, almost made her turn away. Already she was blushing, as her hands fiddled with the fastening on her skirt. Iolaus' smile just broadened. He didn't intend to make it easy for her ...
He eyed her lazily and lengthily as she divested herself of the rest of her clothes, and then knelt, open-legged and sitting back on her heels, in front of him. She kept her hands at her sides for now, obviously determined to resist revealing how he affected her for as long as she could. Iolaus chuckled quietly, lasciviously. Her blush deepened, and his tongue just peeped out and touched his upper lip, tracing it's length, gently, so gently, so slowly.
She was transfixed by the entrancing pink member as it devastatingly described what it would be like if he was actually touching her. His eyes closed slowly and his breathing deepened, as his tongue completed its languorously exquisite journey.
He opened his eyes. "That touch on your lips," he whispered.
Her heart nearly stopped when she saw that he was looking fixedly between her legs. Gods, he didn't mean her mouth ...
The first move in the match had been made. Iolaus' breathing quickened when he saw the moisture begin to seep from her secret places. His nostrils flared at the spicy scent and, licking his lips, slowly and repeatedly, almost convulsively, his hands began their wandering journey over his own body.
Kneeling back in the long grass he slipped a hand up over his chest and under one side of his battered, patched, purple jacket. He allowed his little finger to graze the nipple on that side and although she couldn't see what he did, he made sure that she knew, couldn't keep her from knowing as he gave a small gasp of wonder, slid his eyes closed, let his head fall back and raked his lower lip through his teeth. His hand continued upward, to his collarbone; slid along it and then pushed the padded leather off one shoulder. When he opened his eyes and looked back up at her, her hands were shaking, and her teeth were already worrying her lower lip. He could tell that she was barely aware of that ...
Lowering his eyes again, he was aware that his breathing was becoming more rapid as his eyes took in the luscious sight. Her lips outer lips were red, full and heavy, and the inner ones, their deeper red visible now, were swollen and dripping with juices. He needed to taste and his cock was straining at full attention, begging for a touch, delivering a sharp edge to the melting pleasure. His hands itched to touch the wet heat of her, to stroke and fondle and tease; his mouth was begging to push and flick and suck at her little button, to suckle at her well, and his tongue was already pushing in and out of his mouth, as if it lapped at her passage ...
Every thought was so clear in his eyes that she could almost feel his hands upon her; his hands, his mouth, his tongue, pushing into her, dragging back and pushing in, dragging back and pushing in, and further in and flicking at her walls, she was pulsing, oh gods, stop, no more, too much ...
His hands were on the move now; one flicking over his already swollen nipples, and one down over his side to slide across his hips and begin kneading at one of his ass cheeks. He stopped only to remove his jacket completely and then sliding his hands all over himself as if waking up his body from a delicious sleep, he pushed at his nipples and just allowed one hand to graze across the tip of his hard, erect cock. It pulsed and wept a bubble of milky liquid.
Iolaus locked eyes with her. When he was sure that he had her fullest attention he lowered his eyes to his weeping member. One hand left his nipples and returned to massaging his ass, the fingers digging convulsively into the quivering muscle and sending a grinding pleasure all through his groin. His eyes were slits and his breathing was fast and heavy.
Still keeping his eyes on his cock, he lowered the other hand to stroke gently down it with one fingertip. He gasped for breath at the paralysing pleasure of the simple touch, made all the more intense by the knowledge that she couldn't take her eyes off what he was doing to himself. Circling the base of his penis he began a gentle, squeezing, milking action, up and down the length of it.
His voice ragged, he added his voice to the stimulation, once more.
"Like the men of Thrace or Phrygia, She could get her wine down at a go, Without taking a breath ..."**
He found it difficult to finish the fragment of poetry, as her hands, of their own accord were now massaging her red, swollen flesh. One finger rotating over her clit, she was using three fingers of the other hand to stimulate the inner, front wall of her vagina, in a steady, plunging, ceaseless rhythm.
However, when she heard the words and felt their meaning sink into her mind, conjuring overwhelming images, she just couldn't stand the suspense any longer. Pushing up from where she was kneeling she scrambled over the grass to where Iolaus was still milking his cock, which was weeping fluid incessantly now, and fastened her hungry mouth on him ...
Instead of taking him deep in her mouth and sucking, she was all up and down the rampant member, chattering her teeth on it, as if all she wanted to do was devour him. The symbolic act was intensely erotic and Iolaus just had to join in the feast. Turning around, instinctively seeking her dark, wet centre, he buried his face in her, her heady scent driving him to an even higher passion, as he slathered his tongue all over her nether lips, the mobile tip pushing into all the crevices and sliding through the lubrication, stimulating her unbearably.
A thin, high wail began to sound in the air, sending shivers all through him as he realised it was coming from her in response to what he was doing, and he - operating purely instinctively now - began massaging her clit with his tongue, pushing just under it and driving her wild. Bringing one hand into play, whilst the other clenched her thigh muscle convulsively, he used his fingers inside her to stroke and flutter all up and down the walls of her vagina. Eventually she was pliant that he could get the whole width of his hand inside her, bunched up, and he began pumping her in earnest.
Her hands clutched his backside, fingers digging in and she was sucking him off now, swallowing and massaging the underside with her tongue. Iolaus could feel the tension rising in his groin, warning him that he was about to come. Determined to take her with him, he pushed his little finger into her anus and stroked the inner wall.
Her pulses began in great, strong, undulating waves and waves and Iolaus was soon doing some serious sucking and lapping of his own, as she came. The wail became a high-pitched shriek and she deep-throated his cock, swallowing convulsively as the thick, hard member began it's own pulsing climax, sending the spicy liquid in jets, down her throat. The vibration of her scream shivered all over the oversensitised skin of his cock and sent a brilliant, white-hot diamond burst of sensation from the base of his spine to the roots of his hair. His toes were curled so tightly it was painful, but even that pain was part of the sensation as he jerked helplessly in the grip of orgasm.
Suddenly he was cold and alone. Just as suddenly there was wet heat descending on his still twitching member and she was riding him, even though he was already beginning to soften. He couldn't have gone again if his life depended on it, but it felt so good to be inside her, as she gentled her movements, and closing her thighs over him, trapped him inside her, where she clenched her internal walls repeatedly around him, practically down to his balls.
Iolaus was still trying to catch his breath, when she collapsed slowly on top of him, fingers pushing and massaging his nipples until they were aching again, mouth ravishing his, tongue strong and grateful over his own, until he was panting with lust once more.
Gods, this woman was insatiable! But he needed to get back to Hercules ...
Capturing her lissom body in his arms and turning with her so that she was on her back, he returned her kiss with equal vigor and then some, showing her the difference between the control a woman had and that of a man. His tongue was strong and impelling in her mouth, his hands devoured her, clutched her to him, and wrapped every inch of her flesh in a blanket of overwhelming sensation. As soon as he was partially hard again, he began teasing at her entrance, pulling almost all the way out, and then allowing her just the tip, which pushed at her front wall, over and over.
"Aaagghh, GODS, plough boy!! PLEASE!!!!?"
"Sorry, who?" Iolaus asked her breathlessly, still just teasing her with the head of his cock only. "Who is it you want?"
"Oh, gods, alRIGHT, already! MY LORD! Please!?"
"Better," he whispered as he explored her ear with his tongue, and slowly pushed the rest of his cock into her. He was up to his balls in her now, and began thrusting in earnest, long, strong thrusts, grinding into her, feeling his cock - already fully erect - swell even further, filling her every crevice, her swollen walls squeezing and massaging until every nerve that it seemed he possessed felt like it was on fire.
Her legs came up around his hips and she pulled him into her, urging him on with wild cries and grasping fingers. She apparently learned quickly, as one of them stroked down the crease between his cheeks and found his anus where it began circling and pushing at the tight entrance.
That was enough. Crying out with sharp, ecstatic pleasure, Iolaus pumped his seed into her, his rigid body arched over her, as he pressed in even more deeply, some instinct telling of a need to not only pleasure her and himself, but to impregnate her, to leave her with a child. Something in her called out for it, and he needed to fulfill that promise. Clutching her to him, while she writhed in her own orgasmic pleasure, he stayed in her until they both came down from the heights, and even when he pulled out of her finally, he remained over her, holding her in his arms, her head pulled into his shoulder, where she panted for breath and pressed small, grateful kisses onto the sheened skin.
"Thank you ... My Lord," she murmured, when she got up finally, hastily putting her clothes on and then pulling him up from where he was still stretched out on the now - flattened grass. "You more than gave me what I wanted."
"Yeah ... I think I did," Iolaus replied, eyeing her speculatively. "What do you want me to do?" he asked her, knowing that she would understand his question.
"It isn't the first, and I don't suppose it'll be the last," she murmured. "Come back in nine months time and look me up. It has to be this way," she interrupted him, as he began to protest that he was willing to do more than that; that if she had caught, then he had a responsibility. "It's the only way your child will be safe, Iolaus; you pay too much attention to anyone, and being Hercules' best friend and partner, that person is liable to end up on Hera's blacklist."
Turning away from him to get the milk that she had promised him, Iolaus suddenly noticed a strange birthmark on the back of her neck. It looked like a stag's antlers ...
"Yes, I was born to serve Artemis; you must know that she is one of your patrons?"
Iolaus was standing dumbfounded for some moments before he returned to his senses with a million questions. He only had time for two.
"You knew who I was!?"
She nodded, wordlessly, just getting on with milking the cow.
"And ... Artemis ... put you up to this?"
Again, the silent nod.
"WOW!! Wait 'til I tell Her-"
A hand over his mouth suddenly, stopped him mid-sentence. Once she was sure she had his attention again, she removed the hand and finished filling the bucket with milk. "You must not mention what has happened here, to anyone, least of all Hercules. You must know that Hera's attention is on him almost constantly, and thusly also on you. Do you wish to imperil the child?"
Realising his mistake, Iolaus shook his head vigorously. "No, no, of course not. What will happen to him?"
"SHE will be raised to serve in Artemis' temple; come and see her once a year, when you can. She will know all about you and will keep a separate shrine to her father, The Golden Hunter." Iolaus stood back aghast, tears starting in his eyes. "You should know that that is what you are, to Artemis. She thinks very highly of you, and, by the way ... she forgave you over that stupid contest thing, years ago, you know ..."
Wiping unnoticed tears from his cheeks, Iolaus finally stammered out a reply. "I ... I don't ... know what ... to say ... A shrine? In Artemis' temple? To ME!!?"
The milkmaid laughed. "Shut your mouth, Iolaus, you'll catch flies. And you'd better get that milk to Hercules ..."
"I don't even know your name ..."
"Dhaegra."
"I'll come back," Iolaus assured her, still more or less in shock as he picked up the milk automatically. "I want ..."
"Your child will know it's father, Iolaus, don't worry; she will be here for you for the rest of your life. And she will make your memory immortal. Gabrielle won't be the only one chronicling the deeds of Hercules and Brave Iolaus ..."
And then, her task accomplished, the milkmaid Dhaegra turned and with her one remaining bucket, got on with the task of milking the rest of the herd.
Iolaus turning back to his own journey couldn't resist turning for one last look. 'She certainly could take her wine,' he mused with burgeoning respect. 'But I didn't know I was going to be the one left breathless ...'
Finis
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