Free Bred by the Spartans by Emily Tilton Page B

forever, so long as Theoleon and Leontes were there. The very sight of these Spartans seemed to her to be better than the sight of all the Olympians, and Thaleia found that she began to yearn for something entirely new: she wanted to be ravished by these brothers now, this instant, together, but she also wanted them to hold her in their arms and stroke her hair and whisper to her that they loved her.
    Thaleia began to think that she would never be able to take her eyes off their handsome faces and their rippling muscles, but Theoleon called out, “You there,” and Thaleia did turn around, to find that the yellow-clad attendants were advancing warily. They carried the long clubs that they had used on the road to beat away a man who had unwisely tried to climb onto the wagon, so overcome with the sight of the attendants using Thaleia that he had demanded a turn for himself.
    “This girl has come now under our protection. You may return thither whence you came.”
    “She belongs to Zeus,” said the lead attendant. “Would you profane the father of gods and men and call down his wrath upon you?”
    “No, good man,” said Leontes, “but Zeus’ son Apollo has given this girl to us to protect.”
    “We were to come back with money from selling her in Corinth,” said the attendant.
    “Man,” said Leontes, “if we Spartans used money, we would give you it, but I fear you must be content with keeping your life.”
    The attendant’s face grew dark with rage. “If there is power on Olympus, you Spartans will not escape the lightning of the thunderer.”
    “If that fate should befall us,” replied Theoleon. “I hope we die well.”
    “Curse you!” said another attendant. “We shall be beaten for this!”
    “That I hope you are not,” Leontes said with true sympathy. He reached into a pouch at his side, and withdrew an object made of a dark metal that Thaleia did not recognize. It was about a half-cubit long, and quite thin. With a flick of his wrist, Leontes sent it flying toward the attendants. It landed at their feet. “Show that to your high priest. It is a Spartan obol, and your high priest will not, I think, beat you when he hears you tell true that the girl was taken by Spartiates.”
    Leontes said, “Perhaps there will indeed be a quarrel on Olympus over the matter, but your part in it is at an end. Now go hence, or our swords will show our worth and our resolve, and you will never again behold Olympia.”
    The two lesser attendants’ eyes grew wide with fear, and, without another word, they began to hitch the wagon up again. Their leader picked up the obol and looked at it. He nodded to the Spartans and joined his fellows at the wagon.
    Thaleia turned back to her saviors. The urge to crawl forward toward them, and beg them to let her suck their cocks nearly overwhelmed her, but at the same time, before this majestic pair of Spartans she felt her shame grow again as well, and she wanted to cover her nakedness. She put her right hand over the place where her furrow peeped out between her thighs, and her other over her little breasts. She felt the seed of the shepherds drying on her face now, and she wondered desperately what Theoleon and Leontes, her new masters, were seeing as they looked at her.
    “Sweet Thaleia,” said Leontes, “arise. We have come to protect you.”
    Thaleia obeyed, still covering herself with her hands. “Thank you,” she said.
    Then Theoleon said, with a strange kind of strain in his voice, “Leontes, do you feel that thing that Apollo warned us of?”
    Leontes replied, “I do, brother. I do not think… I do not think I can keep from ravishing this sweet creature. The force of Aphrodite is too strong in me, and my cock is too hard. Apollo said that even the Spartiates would not be able to hold themselves back.”
    He turned to Thaleia, a grave, almost troubled look in his eyes that somehow also told of an insatiable hunger for her body that made her wetness flow so that she