Helping Thanos

Arimneste watched the Lamia retreat further into the gloom of the cave, she still could not bring herself to believe that she had just seen a woman who had the body a snake below the waist. Even as she had watched the massive body of the thing slip away from her.

A groan from Thanos pulled her back to the now, moving forward, a rock in hand. She knelt down beside the stricken servant. She could see two livid red spots on his neck, where the monster must have bitten him.

“Can you hear me, Thanos?” She asked, looking down at the wheezing man.

At first Thanos could only nod, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get his breath back. The pain in his neck was gone, although he could still feel the heat coursing through his body, making him feel strange.

When he finally opened his eyes he saw Arimneste looking down at him. Concern written across her face.

Of course she is concerned, he thought to himself. If I die she would not have anyone to boss around.

He shook his head, disagreeing with himself. No, she might act aloof but she cares about me.

Of course she cares! He shot back at himself, but she only cares about getting to ride our cock! The voice became lurid. Just look at the way she is looking at you, look at how hard her nipples are and you know she touches herself to the thought of being taken by a savage like you. The thought of having her precious purity taken by the cock of some filthy peasant and to have his unworthy seed be planted in her womb!

Thanos sat up, his body feeling suddenly wonderfully light and the world suddenly seemingly crystal clear.

“Are you ok?” Arimneste asked, seeing clearly that something was not right with Thanos. “I think we need to mo….”

She is cut short as Thanos lurches forward and kisses her. Before she can react he is pushing her down, his hands tearing at her clothing whilst his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She flails to try and push him back but whilst she might be stronger than she looks she is still no match for him.

She could not bring herself to believe this was actually happening, even as she felt her sash being torn away and the cold cave air prickling her skin. The sight of the Lamia had thrown her whole world view into disarray and a lowly slave trying to force himself on her was just as impossible.

The feeling wasn't helped by the heat of his tongue as it forced it’s way into her mouth. A kiss like this was completely new to her and it seemed to make her mouth tingle a feel nearly numb.

Thanos broke the kiss and she was able to look up into his face, in the dim light she could make out a thin sheen of sweat that coated his skin. His eyes seemed, vacant, like those of a Bull in rut.

The sound of rustling made her look away from his face and down into the valley between their bodies. She watched numbly as Thanos freed his erect penis, the burning length coming to rest on her stomach. Thanos had been right about one thing, she had imagined his cock more than a few times in her private moments however she had never really had much to use as reference in those fantasies.

Looking down now she was sure she had underestimated the size in those fantasies.

Suddenly Thanos pushed himself up off of her and for a moment it seemed that he might have come to his senses but then he began to pull and tear at her skirts.

“Stop!” She shouted up at him, her arms now free she pushed herself up and lashed out with a slap that reverberated through the cave.

Thanos, now completely gone, barely reacted at all. His cock bounced in his lap, flicking a string of clear fluid onto her stomach, before he grabbed her hands again and leaned in once more. Yet this time, instead of going for a kiss his mouth latched onto her left breast.

She had not expected that, the sensation as his tongue slide across her nipple, running wide circles around it that left that same tingling numbness behind it as his kiss had. Although now her mouth felt warm, her whole body seemed to be a little warmer than before now as she tried to pull away.

This is clearly just a dream, a voice in her mind pointed out. After all Lamias are not real so there is no way this can be. Why don’t we just lay back and enjoy it?

She shook her head, trying to get rid of that voice even as Thanos moved to her right breast, leaving the left untouched. Suddenly she wanted him to touch both her breasts, she wanted him to run his tongue over her nipple again.

Seeming almost to read her mind Thanos let go of her arm, his hand going to her breast to roughly molest it. Her hand now free she made no attempt to attack him, the heat was spreading through her as well now. Lighting a file between her legs at the same time the voice in her mind became stronger as it spoke to her.

Just enjoy the dream, it suggested as Thanos pushed her down on to her back again. His mouth and hand leaving her breasts to once again work at the ties of her skirt. From here she could look him over, the muscular form of his chest and twitching, dripping length of his cock.

Aja said the big ones feel the best, the voice pointed out. Aja had been a brothel worker who had been as close to friend as Arimneste had ever gotten back home. Remember how full they made her feel?

Arimneste was nearly breathing as heavily as Thanos by the time he finally managed to pull her skirts away from her legs. For a moment he stared down at her sex, she had always tried to keep herself carefully groomed and aside from a tiny crop above her clit there was no hair between her legs.