ARIESTILES CHAPTER 2 Ariestiles didn’t wait to be dismissed..

ARIESTILES CHAPTER 2 Ariestiles didn’t wait to be dismissed by the king as he stood up. He grabbed a jar of sweet wine and took a large drink from the jar before carrying it out of the room. Before he left the chamber he let the robes fall from his shoulders as he stumbled drunkenly down the hall toward his room. He had no concerns about being naked, his muscular buttocks flexing as he walked. Etretius excused himself from his father, King Draco III, and followed the arrogant warrior. He found Ariestiles snoring while laying face down on the fur covered bed, naked. The warrior didn’t bother to cover himself as he laid with his muscular thighs spread. The wine jar laid empty on the floor. Etretius quietly entered the dark room and sat on the bed beside the hunk. Etretius then gently touched the thick thighs and traced the thick cords of muscles up to the exquisite ass. Ariestiles let out a low moan in his sleep but Etretius knew the warrior was far too gone to protest much. When his hands reached the massive tight ass cheeks, the prince was surprised how firm they were. They were as if they were sculpted from granite. They remember the prince of the buttocks of the numerous granite and marble statues of the gods and heroes that dotted the city and palace. Although they are of the same age, they couldn’t be more different. Etretius was small and feil, and never been outside of the city-state of Bythos. On the other hand, Ariestiles was tall and muscular, with a body that any full grown man desires to have. He had seen much of the known world at his age. Also, Unbeknownst by his father, the prince was a follower of J’ong-Ra, and had lusted after so many of the beautiful men that passed through the city each year on their way to battle the sorcerer. Etretius spread the muscular buttocks and took in the warriors tight manpussy. The smell of lavender and mint from the fragrant bath still lingers. The prince then buried his face between the meaty cheeks and began to lick the sensitive hole. Ariestiles moaned in his sleep as he pushed his powerful ass backwards. Etretius reached under the warrior and pulled the thick cock and large balls back from under Ariestiles. He then licks down from the hole to the full testiculars and rock hard phallus. He loved the sound of the deep grunts and moans escaping from the demigod parted lips. Ariestiles was grinding against the bed, desperate to cum. Etretius began to stroke the thick phallus while returning to rim the tight manpussy. Ariestiles grabbed the furs in his strong fists as the prince flicked his tongue in and out of the sweet hole. Etretius wanted to have sex with the beautiful, arrogant warrior so badly but he knew that he was already pledged to J’ong-Ra and his sorcerer. Instead he pleasured himself by licking the hard boy-warrior’s beautiful body. As Etretius worship and used his body, Ariestiles dreamed that it was the tongue of a beautiful maiden High above Bythos, on the great mountain in the old abandoned temple of J’ong-Ra, the sorcerer Medusus knelt, worshiping in front of the seated statue of his god, the all-powerful J’ong-Ra. The torch lights flickering off the marble statue's emotionless face. Medusus rose onto his feet and moved among the cold marble ruins. His head and face were shielded by the hood of the long black robes and only his bonely fingers, ancient and weathered, were visible, as he held the robes up as he moved. In a few days, on the holiest day of his god J’ong-Ra, the annual tribute will arrive from Bythos, and he couldn’t wait to taste the latest delight his former countrymen have to offer him this year. He has been living on this mountain for a century, the gift of long life, was one of many powers his master and god had bestowed on him. As he moved into the temple, his reddish eyes fell upon last year’s tribute. King Flexius of the Helites was an imposing figure with his long barbarian beard and chisel, hard, tattooed muscles. Medusus crackle as he remembered the boosts the barbarian king made as he waved his war cub around. “I would wipe out all of those pervert followers of J’ong-Ra. They weren’t men,”he had declared while banishing his black battle cub Now after a year on the mountain top, the brave king was still as muscular and beautiful as he first laid eyes on the ancient sorcerer. Now however, instead of waving his cub in the air, he was sitting on it. Bouncing up and down on the thick cub, impaling himself. The barbarian king looked at the old sorcerer with lust in his brown eyes. The fur loincloth had now deteriorated, leaving only the leather belt around his chisel, lean waist. The barbarian’s large cock was rock hard, standing straight out from him, oozing precum. Nothing remained of the arrogant king’s mind. He could only grunt and speak a few words of his native, primitive languages. He spent most of his days over the past year, getting fucked by the sorcerer or fucking himself with his own battle cub. The sorcerer ran his thin fingers over the barbarian’s hard, muscular body, tracing the tribal tattoo that ran over his right pec and down his right shoulder and arm. The king’s eyes pleaded with the sorcerer. The sorcerer laughed and used one of his long nails to scratch the king’s right nipple. “Uh, ugh,” the barbarian cried out, his cock throbbing even more. The sorcerer pulled away his finger and opened his robes. Flexius’ eyes widened in lust and he began to drool. The sorcerer’ thick long cock was massive. The sorcerer placed an ancient hand on the barbarian’s head, running his bonely fingers through the wild brown mane. “Get down, my pet, and serve your master’s,” the sorcerer’s voice crackled. Flexius lifted his lean, muscular body off the black cub. It popped out of his ass with a loud pop and a groan escaping from the barbarian’s mouth. The once arrogant king fell to his knees and took the massive cock into his mouth. Flexius had long grown used to the thickness of the sorcerer’s cock in his mouth. He no longer gagged on it as the sorcerer had trained him to relax his throat muscles. His eyes glazed up at his master, looking for approval. His lips were stretched over the huge cock. He was soon coating it with his drool and saliva. Flexius couldn’t think of anything else but to have the huge cock up his ass. Finally, Medusus decided to award his slave. The sorcerer’s thin arms pulled the once mighty king upon his legs and then bent him over a stone slab. Flexius’ ass was exposed. It’s tightness was long gone from the daily fucking it received. The sorcerer Medusus moved behind the barbarian king and pushed his huge cock into the ruined ass. Flexius yelled loud as the cock penetrated him. He was like merely a rag doll as he was pounded over and by the ancient sorcerer. “In your glory,” Medusus throw back his head and praised the god J’ong-Ra as he came inside Flexius ass. The fire lights radiate off the stone face of the ancient god as the barbarian quickly followed the sorcerer and came on the stone altar.