Ariestiles chapter 6
Prince Isassius at the end wasn’t as b..
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Ariestiles chapter 6
Prince Isassius at the end wasn’t as brave that’s he had appeared to be. King Korrd tried to withdraw the name of his beloved son from the list of potential tributes to J’ong-Ra, but the common people of Bythos would not have any of it. On the day before the winter solstice, a mob of people stormed the palace and found the prince hiding, dressed like a maiden under his bed. The dress was ripped from his muscular body and Isassius was dragged naked from the palace by the angry mob. His bare powerful legs and arms struggling against his own people’s grips. With only a leather knelt wrapped around his lean waist, the handsome prince was sent off toward the mountain top temple complex. For the first time in his Isassius was scared as he stepped foot in the gardens of the monastery. He knew the lavish gardens and monastery should have been in ruins, having personally led the army in burning them. Instead he found the gardens alive and flourishing just like the day that Medusus foolishly declared his love for him. Isassius walked cautiously to the edge of the unspoiled lake. The only sounds around him were the cascading waterfall and the singing birds. He was so thirsty as he knelt by the clear water. Isassius dipped his hand into the water and cupped out a palm full of water. He drank and then splashed the water onto his dirty face and long disarrayed hair. Then, through the water, he saw the reflection of Medusus standing behind him. The prince sprung onto his feet and turned around. His eyes fell upon the Gordon priest's eyes. All strength and will power faded from the prince as he stared deeper into the pale priest’s eyes.
“Relaxed,” Medusus’ voice penetrated deep inside Isassius’ mind without him saying a word, as the priest touched the prince’s muscular chest.
Medusus had been gifted the power that Gordon priests would normally spend their entire lives to achieve and master. The priest’s touch, that once revolted him, sent a wave of pleasure though Isassius’s muscular body. All thought stopped as Medusus’ hand traveled down Isassius' chisel abs. The prince’s phallus grew hard, tenting his leather kilt. Isassius couldn’t protest as Medusus gripped his hard, throbbing cock and led the entranced prince out of the gardens and up the stairs that ascended by the waterfall to the temple itself. Isassius’ mind grew more and more fuzzier as Medusus led him. Medusus smirked evilly as he tightened his grip on the mindless prince’s manhood. He had long dreamed of holding the warrior prince’s cock in his hand. Isassius’ sexual powerness became a legend among the women of Bythos. Now it and the handsome prince were his to control and use. Isassius' mind was blank and was unable to stop Medusus from doing whatever he pleased.
Finally they arrived at the temple. By than Isassius’ cock was leaking large amounts of precum on to Medusus’ fist. The great hall was illuminated from grand bronze burners. The flames of the blazers danced and reflected on the great white marble and gold statue of J’ong-Ra which dominated the end of the long chamber. The statue of the god appeared youthful and athletic as it sat on his gold detailed throne. Before the statue stood a marble altar, with sculpted frescoes of homosexual orgies among gods and men.
“Bend over the altar,” Medusus ordered.
“Yes, master,” Isassius’ responded. He felt so blissfully good as he obeyed.
He bent over the cold altar, pressing his hard cock against the marble. Medusus then lifted Isassius’ kilt and exposed the warrior prince’s flawless sculpted buttocks. It was beautiful and full, two perfect round glutes. Such buttocks were the inspiration of numerous statues of gods and heroes. Isassius had prided himself of never taking another man’s phallus up his tight buttocks. However, now he is obediently bent over offering his ass to the man he once considered inferior and disgusting. Medusus opened his robe and revealed his large, long cock. Thanks to J’ong-Ra Medusus once smaller cock was transformed and morphed into the thick, long snake like cock. Medusus gripped Isassius’ narrow waist and aimed his massive phallus at the virgin hole. With a grunt, he pushed into the prince. Isassius screamed as his tight anal muscles were ripped open and he was token for the first time. His blue eyes rolled back into his head as he cried out. It wasn’t pain that he was experiencing. Medusus had blocked out all senses in the younger prince’s mind except pure pleasure.
Medusus gripped a fist full of Isassius' hair and pulled his head up, “look at J’ong, show him how much you enjoy being his sacrifice.”
“Yyyess,” Isassius cried out.
Medusus was enjoying his revenge as he ravish the muscular prince’s buttocks. He pulled out and slammed back in, causing the warrior to cry out louder. Each time he thrust back in he went deeper and harder. Medusus then pulled out and easily flipped the muscular Isassius onto his back. Isassius cock was rock hard as it stood in the air. The prince’s eyes widened as he saw for the first time, the sear size of the cock that deflowered him. Medusus then lifted those powerful legs of Isassius. He remembered the jests among the younger men of the palace, that no one could defeat Isassius's thighs. Medusus smirked as he threw them on his bonely shoulders and thrusted back into his prince. Isassius threw his head back on the cold stone altar and moaned loudly. He found his legs wrapping around the priest, turned sorcerer, and pulling Medusus’ deeper into him. Medusus eyes remained locked on Isassius as he pounded in and out of the prince’s whole. The longer Isassius returned his glaze the more the mindless the handsome prince became. Soon nothing was remaining in the muscular shell.
The tightness of Isassius’s buttocks and the power he had over him was driving Medusus over the edge. He rammed deep into Isassius and yelled, “praise J’ong-Ra!”
Medusus never came so hard. His cum boiled out of Isassius ruined buttocks as he pulled out. Isassius was on the edge, feeling the warm seed fill him. However, instead of letting the man he once desired to come, Medusus touched Isassius’s thick, tattooed pecs. Suddenly, at his touch the skin began to grow pale and hard. Moving out from his touch, the warrior prince’s flesh grew hard. It moved down the mighty torso, turning flesh to stone. His huge, thick arms became heavy and unable to move. Then Isassius’ groomed beard and long flowing hair grew stiff and unmoving. All life as Isassius previously knew it stopped. He had become a statue, unable to move or think, until Medusus chose to fuck him again.
