"Why would you be away when such a noble Druid, and the daughter who seeks to wed you come to make their introductions and interview us for suitability of betrothal?" The older man's dark eyes flashed with impatience for his son. "Did I not alert you that a Novice maiden would seek our betrothal from her father?" "Yes, but when you announced your plan to...
Ranklestein chomped on his cigar and sucked smoke into his lungs as he stared at the text on the laptop. "Fuck. What a boring piece of . . . of boring crap." The buzzing of the phone jerked him away. "Hi," he barked. "Hi. So how's it going? I need those five thou by this afternoon, Rank. Five thousand, is that so hard?" "Hard? Hard? This Manissus is a moa...
My name is Heracles. Better known as Hercules, the greatest superhero of the Ancient World. A Symbol of Masculinity and Military Power. A lot has been written about me. Some call me the Son of Zeus, King of the Gods. Stepson of Amphitryon, Commander in Chief of the Army of Thebes, the most powerful country in the land of Greece. Cousin of Eurystheus, King of...
The two novice men were disrobed, the ends of their flinching horns, the heads of which glistened in the shady filtered sunlight with the excretions of liquid excitement, they embraced tightly and their mouths were open and tongues extended for the duels of fevered kisses of passion. The audience of one, a maiden betrothed to one, was not herself defrocked o...
"By Roman custom, it is your privilege to ask me to undress and reveal myself to you in my natural state for your intimate thorough inspection." "That is not necessary, pretty one. As best I know among Britons we only have that right if we consider purchasing you. But you are to be a gift to us by the Celtic soldiering auxiliaries. All the same, we can see...
This is my first story, I hope you enjoy this Hi, my name is Apollo Jameson. I'm 18 years old. I have jet black hair, light blue eyes, and a slim build. Unfortunately, I have a better looking twin brother, Pollux. We are a weird mix of English-Greek; our mother is Greek and our father is English. We were inseparable until that one unexpected day. One day...
The Orient Express train had left Vienna Station at dusk, and there was no longer anything to see out of the coach window, the lights of the towns flashing by having been extinguished hours ago. Magnus the Authenticator was weary, and the clacking of the iron wheels on the iron rails as the train thundered toward Belgrade lulled him. But the unfamiliar noise...
Eros sighed. Today was turning out like every other day he'd suffered for aeons. Stuck on Mount Olympus, occasionally shooting an arrow at a nymph for target practice, the minor God was getting sick of the routine. "Mother, can you please tell me why I'm not allowed out in the human world?" Eros asked Aphrodite, a question she'd grown accustomed to...
All characters are 18 years or older. I appreciate your feedback in the comments. Thank you for reading my story. ***** The realization upon awakening that I was not alone in bed brought with it the weight of more than the left leg, arm, and head laying on top of me. This other weight was a force beyond the basic gravity of his mass. It was the paral...
I'd been watching him for a week. He was the new boy in town, freshly exported from Laconia, screwing his face up in thought at assembly as he tried to understand Theran-accented Greek. Leonidas sent him with the highest recommendations, and it was easy to see why; though trim, he could put a sword halfway through a shield with one overhead swing, and thou...