Bred by the Spartans by Emily Tilton

her, stroked her hair and said, “Thank you, sweet Argeia. You please me greatly. Tomorrow, I shall make a hero inside your womb. Will you like that?”
    “Oh, lord… yes…” The yearning in Argeia’s voice stirred him so much that he wanted to return to her bottom on the instant, but Apollo had a piece of news to deliver that he hoped would please his lovely new leman.
    “Today,” he murmured as he stroked her cheek, “as I passed over the earth, I saw your sister rescued by the Spartans.”
    “Truly, lord?” Argeia asked.
    “Truly, my dear. Although they could not help enjoying her, I saw how grateful she was, and how happy, as they set off together for Delphi.”
    “Oh, my lord Apollo, thank you. Will you tell me, someday, of her destiny?”
    “I will, sweet girl. Perhaps tomorrow even, if you please me.”
    He could brook no more delay, but returned to her bottom and entered there again, terribly aroused at the thought of the way he would fill Argeia with a fine son, when the circle of the day came round again and brought him back to the charms of her lovely little body.
    Once he’d had another long session in Argeia’s backside, he summoned Calliope again. The Muse helped the girl down off the pillow, and took her to relieve herself upon the marble seat in the warm moonlit privy behind the palace. While Argeia occupied herself thus, Calliope said to Apollo, “Lord, will you make a hero in Argeia?”
    “Yes, indeed. And you shall make the singers sing of him.”
    “What will distinguish him?” Calliope’s tone held a very professional note; inspiring singers with tales of the distinctions of the heroes occupied her time and talent every day.
    “He will be a faithful cousin and brother-in-arms,” Apollo said, “to a greater hero.”
    “Ah,” said Calliope, with a hint of disappointment.
    “Together, though,” Apollo said with a smile, “they will do great deeds.”

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Thaleia rode upon the back first of Theoleon and then of Leontes, well into the night.
    The Spartans ran with speed and endurance that, like their endowments between their thighs, reminded Thaleia of the gods. As they ran, they told Thaleia of the story of the dream they’d had from Apollo. Though they continued their pace unabated as they told the story, they did not seem to be out of breath. Thaleia had never imagined that such mortal men existed.
    “And so we awoke,” said Leontes, “and dressed, and departed.”
    “Indeed,” said Theoleon.
    “And,” continued Leontes, “we are taking you to Delphi, so that you can learn your destiny, and we can help you fulfill it.”
    With leather thongs, the Spartans had bound her hands around the chest of whichever warrior’s back she rode upon, and her ankles around his waist—not tightly, but so it required no strength of hers to cling to him. Thus she did not have to worry about falling off, and now she was glad of it, for she was very tired. She nestled closely into Theoleon’s back and laid her cheek against his strong neck.
    As Thaleia drifted off to sleep, thus, feeling her strong Spartan moving powerfully under her, between her legs and inside her embrace, though in a way that had nothing immediately of the deeds of Eros about it, she thought again of Argeia, and wondered whether her sister’s pain grew less as the days went by. She murmured, “Do not be sad, sweet Argeia,” and fell asleep.
    She dreamt—immediately she fell asleep, or so it seemed—that she was back on Olympus, but in a place she had never been: the sleeping chamber of Apollo’s palace. There she saw Argeia, her bottom raised and Apollo thrusting into it in a manner that took Thaleia’s breath away with shock and arousal. She saw the Muse Calliope standing just outside the chamber, also watching. She saw Argeia biting her lips in passionate discomfort at the way the god enjoyed her. She saw the god’s mighty cock, taking Argeia over and over as Zeus had done to