Chapter 11 - Callisto in Illusia: Scene 11


                                                  Callisto In Illusia
                                                        by Volpone

                                                         Scene 11:


          "How do I let myself get talked into these things?" Hercules hitched the Bell of Hephaestus with
its well-padded clapper higher on his shoulder and kept moving. He had been carrying the massive
golden bell for most of the day, and so far, things had gone well. Okay, maybe not well. The crick in his
neck was killing him, and his back was going to be out of alignment for a fortnight. Only his vest folded
into a cushion on his shoulder provided some relief. 
          If only someone had thought to install a handle...
          "'It sounds like I'm the best suited for that job,'" he mocked himself. "'I'm on good terms with my
uncle.'" He changed voices, imitating a booming bass. "'But what if I need it?' Right... when was the last
time we needed an emergency earthquake?"
          He stopped and shifted his load into a microscopically less uncomfortable position. "Next time,
the guy from Eire carries the Bell."
          He trudged another two miles when he heard a female voice.
          "I'd know that back anywhere!"
          Hercules stopped and turned to see a rather beautiful golden-haired woman in rich but sheer
clothing trot up to him. He tried not to stare openly.
          "Princess Xenobia... what are you doing out here? And without an escort?"
          The last time he had seen her, she had been part of a pack of fifty young women lusting after his
virtue. That she was alone this time didn't make him feel any more secure. Last time he had been able to
run. The Bell made that impossible this time.
          "I ditched Daddy's stuffy old guards. You know, they won't let me have any fun at all."
          "They're trying to guard you. That's what guards do. And it's too dangerous for a princess to be
out alone."
          She smiled wickedly. "Then it's a good thing I ran into you. I know you'll take good care of me."
          She knew exactly how she wanted him "to take good care of" her, and so did he.
          "No, no... This is not a good time for this. You see, I have to..."
          "You always have something important to do. This time, I have something important for you to
do," and she unclasped the brooch at her shoulder and allowed her chiton to drop to the ground at her
feet. It certainly proved that she wasn't carrying any concealed weapons.
          "No, Xenobia," he said, nervously backing away from the naked woman. "You just put that back
on."
          She pouted in an exaggerated way. "You don't think I'm beautiful." She looked as if she might
cry.
          Taken off stride by her behavior, Hercules walked right into her ploy. "No, of course you're
beautiful."
          The truth was that she was very beautiful, and her body reminded him very much of his late wife,
Deineara. Naked women tended to distract him, and it really was a very nice body.
          "Ooh, good! You do like me!"
          His chivalry played him false a second time. "Of course, I like you. It's just..."
          He realized just what he'd gotten himself into as she launched herself at him, throwing her arms
around his neck, literally hanging from him as she showered kisses on his mouth and face.
          "I knew (kiss) that you (kiss) wanted me (kiss). I (kiss) could tell (kiss) that you (kiss) wanted me
(kiss) from the first (kiss) time that (kiss) you came (kiss) to Daddy's court (kiss, kiss, kiss)."
          Hercules almost dropped the Bell, which would have been a disaster. The Bell striking the
ground would cause an earthquake as big as any Callisto could wish for.
          "Xenobia!" he exclaimed out the side of his mouth, aghast at what he'd gotten himself into.
          "Hercules!" she exclaimed, conveniently misinterpreting his exclamation for passion.
          "Xenobia, down!" he snapped.
          She obliged. "Of course! You're not ready yet."
          He gave a sigh of relief, thinking he was off the hook.
          She smiled and went on, "You need some help!" She knelt and began to work at the fastenings on
his leather pants.
          "That's not what I meant!"
          Looking up at him, she said in a hurt voice, "I'm trying, but these ties are snug."
          He thought of just backing up, but she had such a grip on his pants that if he had, he would have
to drag her knees over the rough ground. He didn't want to hurt her... he just wanted her to stop! At least
part of him did... the majority of him did, but the margin was getting narrower every moment. It was
almost impossible to be noble with a gorgeous naked princess kneeling at your crotch and fumbling with
your pants.
          She suddenly managed to get his pants loose and yank them down almost to his knees, effectively
immobilizing him.
          It was immediately obvious that her efforts weren't completely in vain, because she exposed a
very impressive semi-erection. It jutted almost straight forward, as if pointing at her.
          "Why, you don't need as much help as you said! Ooh!" She reached out, grasped firmly and
began massaging him, very pleased with her new pull-toy.
          The situation was ridiculous! He was Hercules, the son of Zeus, strongest mortal in the world,
and yet here he was, struck with his hands at shoulder height supporting a bell that weighed like a Titan,
being seduced by a princess a third his size, while all life on the planet was at stake. Regardless of what
his body was saying, his mind had had enough!
          "Xenobia," he said as if remanding a child, "stop this or I'll tell your father."
          Without pausing in her stroking, she looked up at him with a challenging look. "And exactly how
will you explain getting into this position?"
          He opened his mouth to reply and suddenly realized that he had absolutely no idea what he could
say but if only she'd stop that he might be able to think!
          "I thought not," was her answer to his silence, and she leaned froward to plant a soft, wet kiss on
the head of his almost fully erect cock.
          Hercules' body promptly betrayed him as his erection jerked at the touch of her lips.
          "See? I knew you wanted me." And then she wasn't saying anything, as the first third of his shaft
was filling her sweet mouth and she couldn't manage any more. As she sucked on him, he swelled even
more until he was straight and hard as a marble column. (Being the son of a god had its perks.)
          He quickly realized that either Princess Xenobia had managed to sneak a lot of practice at this, or
she was greatly favored by Fellatia, Muse of Oral Sex.
          She moaned loudly as she opened wide. Her lips clung tight to his god-like attribute and she
bobbed her head, bringing a sigh from the hero despite himself. It had been a long time, and it was hard
to be honorable and heroic around a woman who could do that.
          Backing off until just the head was held within her mouth, Xenobia's cheeks hollowed and she
began to slide up and down just enough so that the sensitive rim of the crown popped in and out of her
lips.
          At the same time, she stroked the shaft with one hand as the other hand fondled his testicles.
(Neither hand was adequate to the job.) Her small fingers grazed over the skin of his prostate, and he
almost lost his last bit of control as she pushed him to the edge.
          Finally, realizing that even though he wasn't resisting her any more, his resolve was strong
enough that he just wouldn't put down that silly bell and give her what she wanted... a thoroughly godlike
boffing.
          Well, if Olympus wouldn't come to Zeus...
          Standing, she put her arms around his muscular neck, told him "Hold on, here I come!", and
proceeded to climb him like a tree.
          "Xenobia!" He shifted his balance and managed not to topple over, bell and all.
          "Either put that silly thing down or hold still!" she commanded. Regardless of who he was, she
was still a princess and used to having her own way.
          Out-flanked, Hercules stood there and tried to remind himself that he had not wanted this to
happen.
          Wrapping her legs behind his strong back and hooking her ankles together, she managed to get
herself positioned. Then she raised herself up a few extra inches until she felt his erection slip between
her thighs.
          The next stage was going to be tricky without using her hands. She began to lower herself ever so
slowly as she wiggled her hips back and forth, the tip of his staff pressing against her feminine charms.
          Working herself in an almost circular motion, she managed to insinuate the beginning of his
towering prick between her slick labia, the, when she had him aimed properly, she relaxed her hips (and
interior muscles as well) and slowly slid down over his massive column.
          She kept sliding downwards, and as she felt his heroic cock filling her more and more, she kept
expecting to strike bottom, but before she did, she discovered she couldn't take all of him. Lifting herself
a bit, the discomfort vanished and lost itself in the pleasure she felt as she began to pump herself up and
down on him.
          Hercules was trying to be stoic, but this was too much. As her silken-muscled vagina milked his
manhood, a groan of pleasure escaped him, only to be drowned out by Xenobia's exclamations of "Oh,
Zeus! Oh, Zeus!" as she bounced up and down on his stiff shaft.
          After about a dozen rising cries of her "Oh, Zeus!", Hercules finally managed to say, "Could we
please not bring him into this?"
          Her cries became less articulate but no less passionate for that.
          She moved almost as if riding a horse, flexing her hips with a rocking motion that brought him
strongly across her clitoris and deep within her, and she gasped in pleasure as she finally fulfilled a
fantasy of years for her.
          He filled her... stretched her as never before, and she threw back her head, eyes closed, a smile of
ecstasy on her lovely face. Her motion rubbed her wonderfully round breasts against his chest, her tight
nipples leaving trails of pleasure across his skin.
          The amazing sensation of his huge penis inside her was greater than she had ever hoped for. She
felt a climax rising in her, but not like any she'd known before. This one built like a force of nature, its
sheer power almost frightening in its intensity.
          When it struck, Xenobia screamed out in the greatest pleasure she'd ever known as it pounded
through her like the lightning on Olympus itself. She gasped as each spasm of ecstasy literally shook her
to the core.
          And then it happened again. Her muscles locked in the throws of passion, and she hung from
him, the velvet bands of muscle inside her grabbing him tightly again.
          This was too much even for the mighty son of Zeus to handle. With a gasp of pleasure as earnest
as her own, he lost all control and came, his hot seed erupting with a massive burst as if from a volcano.
          His ejaculation jetted into her strongly, and she trembled anew as this triggered yet another pounding
orgasm in her. He poured his semen into her until she felt she must surely overflow.
          She clung to him tightly as small tremors rippled through her belly in aftershock.
          Then it was over, and they both stood there, breathing like they had fought a great battle, and both had
won.
