Homer's Lies - Chapter 4: Achilles' Fate

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Penthesilea quietly approached the small bay that pointed inland towards the surrounded city like Poseidon's large cock. She had never been at this place before, but Hermes had showed it to her in many dreams and visions over the last months. In front if her, the sun was about to disappear in the ocean at the horizon. The Amazon warrior carried her curved bow in one and the staff with the long, sharp blade in the other hand, to avoid them ratteling against each other if strapped to her weapon belt.

The sound of hooves on firm sand from somewhere behind alarmed her. She quickly dropped on her stomach next to a small bush, hid the shiny metal of her weapon in between the narrow branches and rapidly wiggled her body to dig into the sand a bit. The nude Thracian made sure to keep her legs tightly closed and butt pointing up to avoid the sand entering her pussy. The bright color of her skin and braided hair perfectly matched the almost white sand on the ground, and her figure faded into the background in the dim evening light. Quietly, she placed an arrow on the bow that lay horizontally in front of her and waited.

An equally blonde, braided and nude woman with huge, bouncing breasts on a large battle horse emerged from a dune towards the Hellenic main camp. She swiftly galloped towards the improvized hideout and the bay beyond. Penthesilea drew the bow and froze, holding her breath. The dark horse passed her in just a few steps distance and the nude rider continued her way down to the bay, unaware of the other woman's presence.

Penthesilea was not keen on getting overly involved in this war. She didn't really care about the Trojan or Hellenic cause, although she had some respect and sympathy for the female queens of the independent cities who finally challenged the imperialistic force that tried to gain control over them and the whole world. What she did care about, though, was that this bitch Deidamia of Scyros had taken the only man that the Amazon had ever loved - besides countless women, of course.

Hector and his warriors had invaded her homeland to submit the Thracian tribes to the Trojan rule many years ago. While the two had been fighting each other in battle, Penthesilea suddenly had felt her heart penetrated by something out of this world. Driven by supernatural desire, their duel had quickly turned into wild sex. Despite their obvious differences and divergent political agendas, they had continued fucking each other wildly, whenever destiny had brought them together.

Penthesilea had been told of Hector's humiliating defeat against the Hellenic queen by the gods, long before the merchants had spread the gossip in her small village. She wanted revenge. At first, she had considered challenging Deidamia for a fight, but Hermes had visited and convinced her to take from the Greek queen, what she had taken from her previously: the man she loved.

The woman who was driven by revenge arrived at the top of the low cliff and looked down on the beach and the man she came to challenge, who stood in the knee-deep water and watched the sunset. She laid eyes on him just in time to watch the nude Greek, who had passed her previously, sending a harsh kick up in between a very unaware Achilles' legs from behind. His large genitals flung up from the impact in front of his lower belly and Penthesilea clearly noticed the slapping sound travelling up to her elevated position. When he involuntarily dove into the shallow water, the Hellenic rider jumped at him, laughing, and they started wrestling each other in the darkening sea.

The Thracian woman sighted and sat down on a large rock, leaning on her knees with both elbows. This was probably going to take a while. Her arousal swiftly built up while she observed the young, naughty rider continuously squeeze, kick or punch Achilles' naked balls in the tight scrotum, whenever an opportunity opened up. After a short time, Penthesilea opened her legs a bit more and started playing with herself, moaning only softly, to avoid being audible below.

Finally, the blonde rider forced Achilles to sit in front of her in the water, her foot in between his legs, probably pressing his balls into the sandy seafloor. By placing her other leg over his shoulder, she got him in the perfect position to satisfy her with his tongue. Penthesilea couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of the woman on the beach, who panted in ecstacy. The Hellenic rider, as well as the secret Thracian observer came at the same time, allowing the latter to moan a bit louder without being overheard.

When the woman down on the beach had finished enjoying the prolonged orgasm, she pushed Achilles backwards into the water and quickly strode back to her horse to leave the beach and the desperate, unsatisfied male with a happy smile on her pretty face. Penthesilea hid behind the rock and waited for her to come up the small path along the cliff on the right side. After the rider had galloped out of sight, the Amazon warrior rose and quickly sneaked down to the beach.

Achilles was facing the ocean again, looking at the orange-red shimmer indicating the spot, where the sun had disappeared. When Penthesilea stepped behind him, she saw his balls wiggle in between his slightly spread legs, his right hand vigorously jerking his hard cock. The female warrior grinned and bit her lips to avoid blurting out laughing. This poor guy was nothing more than the sex toy of the Hellenic army. She almost felt bad for having to pop at least one of his balls before taking him out.

Quietly, Penthesilea placed her weapons, as well as her belt with the quiver, on the sand next to the waterline and slowly stepped into the warm sea, now fully nude and unarmed. So far, she hadn't really decided, if she wanted to challenge the hero to a fair fight or just ambush and overwhelm him. The Amazon warrior was a superior fighter and had no reason to be scared of the glorified trainer of rich Hellenic brats. He may be invulnerable at most of his body parts, but not the ones that really counted.

The wiggling balls looked very inviting and she decided to go for the obvious approach and see, where it was going from there. A splash of water sprinkled Achilles' butt and lower back while her foot smashed into his bare testicles. Although she had climaxed shortly before, the sensation of the exposed, large male genitals slapping on her foot made her horny again. The male hero let out a complaining whimper, when the same thing as right before happened to him again.

The Greek man fell on his knees with a pathetic cry and rather casually looked over his shoulder at the nude woman behind his back. Penthesilea realized, that he wouldn't be alarmed by any of what she was doing. He had no way to tell, that she had different plans than the nude warriors that usually approached and naughtily attacked him. Even her exotic accent was nothing special in the army that only considered honor and strength and not the origins and nationalities of individual soldiers.

The Thracian began to enjoy the situation and decided to keep her secret for now. She smiled openly and slowly stepped around Achilles to stand in the deeper water in front of him, where it reached almost to her crotch. Each of the small waves approaching her from behind bumped noticably into her pussy from below and participated in building up her urging desire.

The tall, muscular red-haired man was upright on his knees in front of her, his large, hard member shortly poking through the water surface into each valley between two waves. He was handsome and very well built, without doubt. Also, his cock was wide and long, and of perfect shape. And she liked how he seemed to accept, how women treated him. That hadn't really been the case for Hector. Whenever Penthesilea had kicked him in the balls, it had lead him to blind rage. Regardless, or hence, she had done it a lot. Their relationship had been a mess.

Penthesilea stepped a bit closer to Achilles. He placed his hands on her round hips, admiring her strong, exotic body. She waited until another wave bumped into her crotch from below before she shot out her leg in the water, trying to remain steady with the rest of her body. The wave of dark water hid the approaching thread and her shin smashed into Achilles' balls as a complete surprise. His eyes bulged out and he fell forward to dive into the water in front of her.

The Amazon quickly got hold of a handfull of red hair and pulled him back up. He was still on his knees, so she grabbed both of his muscular, wide shoulders and forcefully turned him around to face the beach, while also pulling him back out. His legs came in front of him and he sat down on his butt. The contradicting movements of his strong body in the constantly moving water appeared helpless. The water now reached until almost over his neck. Each of the small waves from behind washed over his face, making it a bit difficult for him to breathe.

Now facing the beach, Achilles lay eyes upon the wooden staff with the long, curved blade attached to it. The falx was a very uncommon weapon and it clearly marked her as a Thracian. With a mix of surprise and suspicion, he turned his head and his eyes darted up to her over his right shoulder. She felt his body tense to push himself onto his feet.

Penthesilea still held the tall man by his shoulders and immediatly pressed him back down, his butt onto the sand . When his arms shot up to grab her wrists, she quickly pushed herself around him to his front. After kicking his rock hard member up and out of the way, she accurately found his balls to step upon with the toes of her right foot. She felt the large, elastic orbs pressing into wet, unyielding sand on the seafloor. The sensation instantly triggered a demanding tickle in her groin. Achilles' desperate whimpers got muffled by her soft pussy when she tossed her left leg over his shoulder and pulled him close, just as the Hellenic rider had previously. His hands shot up and grabbed her tightly by her formidable butt cheeks.

The following sensation made her soul rise up to the heights of Mount Olympus. By shifting her weight from the heel of her right foot to the toes that stood upon Achilles's large testicles, she had him quickly submitted to do his best to pleasure her. And his best he did. His tongue accurately found the spots that sent miraculous feelings through her body. Penthesilea quickly understood, why the female Hellenic warriors loved him.

With each wave and the resulting motion under the water, a bit of sand was washed out from under his testicles and they continued sinking into the floor under the pressure, very slowly. The Thracian woman shifted her weight back to her heel and twisted her foot a bit to only trap his left nut.

The organ of male pride was only one little tilt of her foot away from being popped under the woman's body weight. She had taken upon her weeks of travelling to come here and get it done. But somehow, she hesitated. Another orgasm suddenly built up and elicited a long, joyful scream from her. Panting, she tried to gain contol over her body that shivered with the fantastic sensation. Her neck and spine arched back while her hands and left calf pulled Achilles' head against her crotch at the water surface.

When the orgasm finally ebbed off, Penthesilea felt his left testicle fully flattened under her foot. But then she realized, that it had actually been pushed fully into the wet sand. Her foot thus stood on a flat surface. She quickly lifted her toes and placed them back on his right nut, which was about halfway in the sand. Why did she feel so bad about popping this guy's testicle?, Penthesilea asked herself. Maybe it was not right to geld or kill this man who was so famous for satisfying the women who marched and fought with him. The skills that he demonstrated with his tongue made her wish to feel his massive cock inside of her. Another orgasm built up in her hot, wet pussy.

Penthesilea suddenly shook her head and pushed Achilles' face away from her crotch. If she continued enjoying this here and now, the next Hellenic warrior looking for Achilles would find her eventually. Her decision was made. Achilles could keep his balls for now, but she would take him with her, back to Thracia. Panting, she looked down deep into his eyes that glanced back at her, displaying confusion about the sudden stop, so close to climax. He also looked very relieved that both of his balls had now sunken into the sand and the pressure had finally decreased.

Penthesilea swung her leg off his shoulder, took a step back and bent down. Her fingers powerfully dug into the sand in front of his groin and her hand came back up filled with his balls along with some sand from the seafloor.

"Let's go!", she commanded and yanked on his sensitive manparts to pull up the confused legend, who was now about to enter a life of true obscurity and insignificance, fulfilling his destiny almost in the way, he had hoped for.