Herald of Steel

Theocles was the first one to excuse himself, saying he needed to go oversee the temple renovations.

“Your sacred holiness, I will certainly invite you to the temple, once we are finished with the remodeling,” Theocles promised Ophenia as he made his way out.

And so soon, the girl and her master were the only ones left all alone in the giant room.

“What may I do for you, Tayin?” Alexander wondered if Ophenia had stayed behind for any more inquiries.

And he was right.

Because Ophenia did have more inquiries, though not the kind of ones Alexander thought she would have.

“Master, I got up even before dawn to prepare my dress,” Ophenia said in a sultry voice, moving her lips closer to Alexander’s ears as she then whispered, “Do you like them?”

Alexander’s body tingled and shivered at the husky, moist breath that hit his ears and as he moved his eyes to the heavily embroidered, golden dress and felt the sweet, perfumed smell coming from Ophenia, he gulped and said dryly, “Very.”

“Hehehe,” Ophenia let out a string of pearly giggles at Alexander’s answer, the single word containing an infinite amount of praise, admiration, and lust.

“Does master like me more with clothes or without clothes?” She hotly breathed into Alexander’s ears as she slowly moved her hands over Alexander’s groin, waking his little brother up.

She had been denied her ultimate prize by Cambyses yesterday and had to spend the rest of the night in frustration as she found to her dismay that the trusty dainty fingers that had always worked before could never replace Alexander’s fat weapon.

And so she was determined to scratch that itch right here and now.

Ophenia’s question of ‘with or without clothes’ put Alexander in a dilemma.

Both had their charms, but right now the image of a gorgeously dressed Ophenia with just her boobs out and her lower part exposed certainly tickled Alexander’s heart.

He even imagined laying Ophenia on the very table in front of them, spreading her high-heeled legs and pounding her, as her mountain peaks swayed under the thrust, the tiara on her forehead gently swaying under the lustful moans of its mistress. ．

“Tayin, have I told you that you are the most beautiful woman in my harem? The other three combined can’t compete with you in charm,” Alexander was now gently rubbing his hands over Ophenia’s clothed breast, finding Ophenia’s physical allure irresistible.

Alexander truly meant what he said, in terms of sheer physical charm and attractiveness, Ophenia was not just beautiful, she was earth shatteringly beautiful.

This was not to say the other three girls were ugly, of course not as they all had their own, unique charms.

But Ophenia was really in a league of her own.

Even if one were to make discounts on the fact that the other three were working women who were constantly exposed to the sun, rain, and snow, Ophenia would still win out.

“Hehehe, master, aren’t you afraid of mistress hearing of this?” Ophenia teased with a wide grin, though the happiness in her voice was unmistakable, her eyes twinkling in delight.

And then to reward Alexander for saying the correct thing, she expertly untied the small knots on the fly of his trousers and bought out his awakened little brother.

“Hehe, Cambyses doesn’t need to know everything, now does she?” Though Cambyses had even own charms, but Alexander knew better than to praise another girl in front of the one he was already with.

One should always tell the girl one was with as being the prettiest, even when it might be slightly bending the truth, just as Alexander wished to be called the best lover even if that was doubtable.

“Hehe, master, is such a womanizer, always knowing that to say and unsay,” Ophenia was now slowly pumping Alexander up and down as a kind of reward for the right answer, skillfully moving her finger over the shaft like she was playing the flute, squeezing him, massaging him and caressing him.

Then to tease Alexander even more she purred into Alexander’s ears, “You know, master, back in the temple, whenever there would be a big, long meeting, we would be made to do under the table and pleasure the priests and priestesses so they would not become bored.”

Ophenia then sped up the pumping as she sultrily continued, “Master, just imagine, all the high priests and priestesses, both men and women, all seriously sitting around the table and talking about hugely important things, while underneath, they are bare, with their legs spread wide as both girls and boys serviced their genitalia, licking them, sucking them, kissing them and producing a dull, humming *suck*, *suck*, sound in the process, unmistakable to even a child about what was going below!”

Ophenia was by now squeezing out the Cowper fluid from Alexander’s hot rod, scooping them in her palms and then slathering it along the shaft like a lotion, giving the white shaft a glossy sheen.

“And oftentimes, we would have to please them for hours, our tongue and cheeks sore with all the sucking and licking, And many times these priests and priestesses would not just release their white fluids but also their yellow fluids, which we would be required to drink without fail or be severely punished. Worse, sometimes the meeting would go on for so long and there would be multiple helpings for us to devour.”

Ophenia then sent her tongue snaking into Alexander’s ears causing him to moan excitedly as she then continued, “And last of all, once the meeting finished, we would all be put on the table and fucked with multiple cocks till our brains fried.”

Finished with describing such a lewd scenario, she then enticed Alexander, “Master wants to do that right? To eagle spread me on the table and pound to heaven. To dye me in his exclusive color, washing away even the tiniest evidence that another man had ever touched me, right?”

At the end of her speech, Ophenia with a lewd grin, gave a strong pinch to Alexander’s frenulum, the most sensitive part of his cock, making Alexander almost release his seed.

‘Damm succubus, she really knows what buttons to press,’ Alexander shouted in his heart, feeling like a puppet under Ophenia’s hypnotic voice, dancing to the tunes of this siren.

Ophenia would regularly recount her experiences with the temple during their intimate moments, knowing such words would spur the jealous and competitive Alexander to pleasure her even more in an effort to prove himself better than the men that had her before.

She had discovered this on the very first day of their intimacy, and from then now Ophenia would mix her true experiences with some of her own imagination to tell events that would tease and spurn Alexander in the bed.

Alexander too suspected this, but the events described were always just that bit believable to prevent him from outright dismissing them.

One great example would be the story Ophenia just said.

Alexander was pretty sure it was made up as he felt that there was no way someone could be simultaneously pleasured and still have the mental capacity to pay attention to the meeting, think, and propose new things.

But even then, there was a nagging feeling in Alexander’s heart that though such a thing was not very plausible, it was certainly possible.

“You dirty girl, you want your master to punish you so badly?” Alexander gritted his teeth as strongly grabbed the giggling girl and then bent her over the table.

“Ahhh…master…nooo,” Ophenia gave a very exaggerated fake cry of reluctance while her butt shook in excitement.

Alexander quickly flipped up the long gown, removing the curtain that hid Ophenia’s most precious spots and laying his eyes upon them.

“*Smack*, naughty girl, why are you bare? *Smack* And why do you have a buttplug there? ” Alexander spanked the smooth, almost like freshly peeled boiled eggs butt on both cheeks as he observed the red-heart-shaped jewel embedded in her butthole, her drooling cave, and her clit piercing.

Ophenia wore nothing under her cloth, letting her curves spill out of the dress while her clit piercing swung in the empty air below, sending a tingling sensation every time Ophenia walked or moved, causing her lower half to be eternally wet.

And Ophenia preferred it this way, one because if she stopped wearing the piercing for any length of a period of time the piercings could close and two, more importantly, she wanted to be always ready for Alexander any place, any time.

“Ahh…master.” Ophenia lustfully moaned at Alexander’s strike and then answer, That…that’s because my butthole is your’s to uncork.”

“Then let me uncork it and punish the dirty hole, *plop*” With a nasty, wet sound, Alexander quickly took out the plug and aimed his spear for the invasion.

When suddenly, “*Knock*, *knock*, Master, lord Camius is here!”

Came Hemicus’s robotic report.

“Fuck.. yesterday was mistress. And now is that idiot motormouth. Cockblocked twice in less than twenty-four hours, fuck…” Came a sound Alexander never knew ever existed.

It was Ophenia’s!