Insatiable (Rough Bondage & Voyeurism) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 8) by Roxie Noir Page A

one left, she sighed to herself and loosed another arrow. Her turn in the bathhouse. When she had gotten to the palace she’d gone on in with the rest of the guards, until they’d complained that she kept offering to fuck them in the towel room. She’d never known men—hell, or anyone— to complain about that before. She was very good at fucking, something she prided herself on, but these men had gone off and whined about it, and now she had to wait until they were finished until she could bathe.
    The one advantage, she thought as she lowered herself, naked, into the warm water, was that she could take as long as she wanted and really relax. The water felt smooth and silky on her skin and she moved her feet around, toes splayed, underwater, feeling it rush through them as she let her mind go blank.
    The door to the bathhouse opened, and soft footsteps crossed the tile floor toward her. Klea turned around to look, but the bathhouse was dim inside, the candles having gone out one by one as the men bathed, and all she could see was feet. Then, knees. Thighs. A loincloth, a sculpted stomach and chest, and on it, the king’s head. Automatically, Klea looked around for his guards who were always with him, but she didn’t see them.
    “I hope you don’t mind,” the king said, softly walking around the bath she was steeping herself in.
    The king showing up like this usually meant some sort of adventures for Klea, an adventure that was always sex-related. Fucking a shape-shifting lion. Fucking three centaurs in a row, fucking two river gods at once. No, she didn’t mind.
    “I could bathe with my men,” he said. “But sometimes I find their subservience tedious.” He stood in front of her and dropped his loincloth. Even though he was totally flaccid, he had a beautiful cock, perfectly shaped and the color of honey. Klea found herself wondering what it looked like erect.
    “Just you and me,” she said, as he lowered himself into the water, then sat opposite her, both arms stretched along the rim of the pool.
    “It’s quite nice in here,” he said. He stretched his arms a little more, the low light of the bathhouse playing over his long, sinewy muscles, the hard lumps that were his shoulders and biceps. Klea found herself staring. She’d known, of course, and she hated to be reminded that the king she was being forced to serve was so attractive.
    “It’s a good place to get some thinking done,” she said, and stretched her own arms out along the pool’s rim, bringing her nipples to just below the water’s surface. The king didn’t look down, even once, and Klea was the tiniest bit disappointed.
    “I have to admit I have an ulterior motive,” he said, a small smile playing across his lips.
    Klea heart leapt and then slammed right into her cunt. He was naked. She was naked. He’d been sending her little signals for months, knowingly sending her off to get fucked.
    “Yes?” she said.
    “I’ve got another task for you.”
    Klea tried not to act either disappointed, or surprised at her disappointment.
    “What is it?”
    “I need you to go get the mares of Diomedes.”
    “Horses?”
    “Well,” the king said, and smiled. “Technically, yes.”
    Klea looked at him and narrowed her eyes. “What’s the catch?”
    The king laughed. “Why?”
    “There’s always a catch.”
    He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes traveling up and down her underwater body for the first time. “All right,” he said. “They’re maneaters. They crave manflesh. And Diomedes himself is the son of Ares and a giantess, so he can be a right bastard who’s hard to convince of anything.”
    Klea splashed one hand in the water. “I see,” she said.
    “Don’t worry,” he said. “I had a letter from the Queen of Crete and she said you were a pleasure to work with on your last task, so I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
    Klea stopped. She looked at him for long, long moment, hoping he’d say something else but he just