ARIESTILES CHAPTER 4
On the day he was to depart for the mo..
🕑 Added 2021-12-05 02:45:46 +0000 UTC
ARIESTILES CHAPTER 4
On the day he was to depart for the mountain top temple, Ariestiles woke with his muscular arms wrapped around two maidens. He had fucked both women all night. Now they laid exhausted on either side of his shredded, lean body. Ariestiles stared up at the ceiling of the Bythos royal palace. Today he would do what no warrior including his own uncle, Hercules, had done. He will defeat the great sorcerer Medusus. He was the youngest man to take on this challenge but he is the son of Aries, the god of war. It only seemed natural that he would face the servant of the god that had briefly enslaved his own father and took him as a love. Aries never talks of his time with J’ong-Ra. In anticipation of his victory and being the first to succeed where many men and demigods had failed, made the youthful warrior hard. He rolled over on top of one of the sleeping maidens and pushed his phallus into her, waking her.
After, he finished fucking both maidens, Ariestiles prepared for his journey. As customary, Ariestiles was bathed by the city’s elders and members of the High Council in the royal baths. Etretius was among the men that attended to the hero. He stood by the edge of the pool’s steps holding the hero’s leather undergarment watching the older men wash Ariestiles' tall, lean muscles. As they washed him in the fragrant waters, the men also shaved the hero’s body smooth with a sharpened animal bone. When they were done, Ariestiles walked out of the water. His wet body was smooth from the neck down, the chisel muscles visible and unobstructed. His proud cock stood straight out from his smooth crotch. The men gathered around him and dried his body. Ariestiles stood tall as the men rubbed the silk clothes over his chisel muscles. He wasn’t embarrassed that he was displaying a hardon as the men touched, rubbed and dried him. Ariestiles was proud of his manhood and his virtuality. After he was dried he walked to the prince. Etretius tried to wrench his eyes from Ariestiles’s thick phallus as the hero walked toward him. Ariestiles smirked at the feminine prince but his eyes looked straight ahead. Ariestiles was arrogant as he tower over the prince. Etretius tried to willed his cock down as he proceeded to wrap the leather material tightly around Ariestiles chisel, lean waist and then over and under the muscular ass and between the hero’s thick legs. After Ariestiles’s pride phallus was tightly secured, the men then helped the warrior into his sandals, fastening them up his massive calves. They laced his leather chin and forearm guards. They then took his black, bronze armor and apron belt, lowering it over his bare torso and securing it tight around his waist. Finally his bright red cape was fastened to his shoulders. When he was finished being, King Draco III, handed Ariestiles Aries’s sword and the shield of his aunt, Athena. Then the royal precession escorted the hero out of the bath chambers and to the palace courtyard.
The people of Bythos cheered as the king stood with Ariestiles at his side at the top of the stairs to the palace’s main entrance.
Draco the III raised his hands into the air, “my people of Bythos, the gods had sent us a champion to defeat the evil sorcerer and bring an end to the horrors of the annual tribune to J’ong-Ra! I present to you Ariestiles, son of Aries, your champion!”
The people cheered even louder, throwing flowers toward the grand stairs. The king lifted Ariestiles' right arm into the air.
When the king lowered his arm, Ariestiles pulled out his father’s sword from the sheath and lifted it into the air, “the peaceful people of Bythos, I pledge to you that I will return to you with the head of Medusus and the corpse of his monster! Today is the last day that you will live in fear of the mountain and it’s false god!”
Ariestiles bathed in the cheers and awe of the people. However, no one in the crowd was delusional that he would return from the mountain. They had seen too many heroes over the century making the same promise and never returning from the mountain. He pulled on his black helmet and marched down the marble steps to mount his black stallion. His powerful, smooth thighs, exposed, nudged his horse into moving through the crowd. Men and women touched his bare legs as he passed them, some offering prayers while others did so, so they could say they were the last mortal to touch this year’s tribune to the god J’ong-Ra and his sorcerer.
High above the treacherous mountain, in his temple sanctuary, Medusus watched the cheering crowds as the arrogant youth riding out of the city’s northern gate toward the slopes of the mountain, through a magical pool of clear water,
“Ah, another pretty for J’ong-Ra’s collection” the ancient sorcerer laughed as he thrusted into another warrior who had once made that journey several years ago.
The warrior was bent over the edge of the marble well of the pool as the sorcerer rammed in and out of his muscular ass. The once proud Spartan warrior still wore his helmet that he had worn when he first arrived at the temple. His shredded, thick muscles were pumping, bulging, and flexing as the sorcerer’s evil phallus plowed into his ass. The warrior had no thought in his head, only pure pleasure as the snake-like cock stretched his hole and rammed his prostate. The thick layers of muscles on top of muscles were shaking and sweating under the sorcerer’s assault. Medusus was thrusting hard as he watched Ariestiles smooth, muscular thighs through the pool. He couldn’t wait to take that beautiful demigod. The mindless slave’s moans filled the dark temple as the sorcerer rode his large muscular ass. The Spartan’s thick legs were shaking as the shredded quads bulged and flexed. Medusus grabbed hold of the twin mountains of the warrior’s shoulders as he thrusted all the way into the slave’s ass. The sorcerer paused deep inside the Spartan and let out a low moan. He then came, filling the slave’s ass. When the sorcerer finally pulled out of the sloppy ruined ass, he dropped the warrior onto the marble floor like a rag doll. The sorcerer then walked away, leaving the Spartan to transfer back into a stone statue until the next time, Medusus decided to use him.
