Artemisia lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of their forbidden encounter. The memory of Mardonius' rough yet skilled touch sent waves of desire coursing through her body, and she couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
She reached down between her legs, her hand tracing the sensitive folds of her pussy, teasing her aching clitoris. Her fingers moved faster and faster, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. As she neared climax, she imagined it was Mardonius' rough hands holding her down, his mouth claiming hers in a violent kiss.
Her body tensed up, and she moaned softly, her hips bucking against her palm. The orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing in ecstasy. Her mind drifted back to him, to the way he had looked at her—hungry, possessive, and yet, somehow, protective.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, Artemisia lay panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She knew this was wrong, that she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was him—his strength, his passion, and the strange pull he had over her.
Two months passed, and Artemisia received the news that the Persians had indeed won against the Spartans at the Battle of Thermopylae. Her expression remained unchanged—cold and indifferent. She knew full well that countless lives had been lost, but she couldn't bring herself to feel genuine sorrow for the fallen soldiers.
As for Mardonius, the news of his death brought a bit of regret, because she had truly enjoyed their forbidden night.
However, she continued to rule Caria with an iron fist, ensuring that her subjects remained loyal and obedient. Her mind drifted back to their passionate encounters, and occasionally, she would find herself fantasizing about him—his strong arms, his skilled tongue, and those piercing eyes that held her captive.
However, she refused to let those thoughts consume her completely. Instead, she focused on expanding her territories, forming alliances with neighboring kingdoms, and strengthening her army. Her ambition knew no bounds, and she would stop at nothing to secure her place on the throne.
Artemisia lay in bed, trying to calm her thoughts before drifting off to sleep, when suddenly, her husband entered the room. "So, my adulterous wife," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Your 'lover', the great Mardonius, is dead. Do you miss him now?"
She turned her head to face him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, did you really think I was mourning him?" she asked nonchalantly. "Besides, he wasn't mine to mourn. He belonged to Persia."
Her words only served to fuel his jealousy further. "Then why did you let him touch you?" he demanded, his tone becoming more threatening.
"Because I wanted to," she replied coolly. "And besides, it wasn't just about desire. I needed someone strong, someone who could... dominate me. Someone like you couldn't possibly compare to him."
Her words cut deep, and he lunged towards her, his hands grabbing her by the throat. "You bitch!" he growled, choking her. "I'll make sure you regret this!"
But instead of fighting back, Artemisia arched her hips, grinding her wet pussy against his crotch. "Is that what you want?" she purred, her voice low and seductive. "To claim me here and now?"
Her actions unexpectedly caught him off guard, and he released her throat, his eyes widening in shock. "N-no!" he stammered, trying to regain control over himself. "Stop this madness!"
But it was too late. Artemisia had already planned her next move. With a seductive smile, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his neck, her tongue tracing slow, sensual lines along his skin. "I think you want this as much as I do," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "Admit it."
Reluctantly, he nodded, his hands falling away from her throat. "Fine!" he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
Artemisia's lips descended on his neck, her tongue teasing the sensitive spot just below his ear, while her hands unfastened his robes, revealing his muscular torso. She trailed her nails down his chest, stopping at his navel, teasingly tracing circles around it before moving lower.
Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down, revealing his massive member, straining against his underwear. With a growl of desire, she pulled them down to his ankles, freeing him from his restrictive garments.
He groaned, unable to resist the onslaught of pleasure surging through his body. His cock throbbed with need, leaking copious amounts of precum onto her stomach.
Without warning, she wrapped her plush lips around the head of his cock, sucking greedily, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing him mercilessly. Her hand reached between their bodies, cupping his balls, massaging them roughly.
"Gods above..." he moaned, his hands grabbing her hair, holding her head in place as she deep-throated him, her throat stretching to accommodate his length. She gagged once, but it only seemed to fuel her lust further.
Then suddenly, she freed his cock from her mouth, she smirked, looking up at him.
The sudden release from her mouth was almost too much for him to handle. His cock throbbed violently, leaking even more precum. He growled, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he picked her up and threw her into the bed and positioned himself between her spread legs.
Without warning, he pushed into her tight entrance, groaning loudly as he buried himself completely inside her. Their combined moans echoed throughout the empty chamber, reverberating off the walls like a primal mating call.
Artemisia arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders, her juices coating his cock as he relentlessly pounded into her. Each powerful thrust brought another wave of pleasure crashing over her, making her body convulse in ecstasy.
"More! Give me more!" she panted, her voice hoarse from their previous encounter. Her hands reached up to grab his hair, entwining their fingers in a desperate hold.
He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks in a rhythm that matched their ragged breathing. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with hers, and they continued their brutal dance of desire.
As their bodies moved in sync, their moans and gasps filled the room, muffled only by their heavy breathing. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, creating a sticky mess on the sheets beneath them.
He pounded into her, his cock hitting her G-spot with precision, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders, leaving red marks that would likely remain for days.
Her walls tightened around him, milking him, and he growled low in his throat, his pace increasing further. His hips slapped against her ass cheeks in a rhythmic beat that matched their ragged breaths.
Their bodies glistened with sweat, their skin glowing in the dim candlelight. Their moans turned into primal sounds of pure pleasure, their voices almost incomprehensible.
Neither of them could hold back any longer. Artemisia's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing violently, her walls contracting around him in a vice-like grip. He followed suit shortly after, his seed shooting into her womb, filling her up to the brim.
Breathing heavily, their bodies intertwined, they lay there, spent, their hearts racing in sync. Artemisia finally broke the silence, her voice hoarse from their passionate encounter. "That was... unexpectedly... good," she panted, her eyes half-closed in post-orgasmic bliss.