Chapter 9: Unseemly Desires From The Minds Of Drunkards

The Home Of Tyrus Of Medina, Side Street Within The Kingdom Of Medina, 540 B.C...

   Having been home for quite some time, Tyrus found himself given to a drunken stupor as he continued to have his fill of the wine he purchased before closing his doors and blacking out in his bed after having stripped his armor from his body. He had been having a terrible time coming to terms with what transpired in the cave during his drunken exploits with his best friend Lycidas but it seemed that things had gotten all the more difficult for him once he was alone to process the ramifications of what transpired. Riding the enormous cock of the man he once considered to be a brother to him wasn't exactly how he wished to spend the previous evening and yet it ended up being so. What bothered him the most other than the fact that Lycidas had possibly mistaken him for Mira due to drunkenness was the fact that he himself had enjoyed being taken like a whore by the cock of another man.

Shame filled him as he lay on his back amid the animal furs and feather plush pillows that lined his bed. His mind was bombarded with the recollection of a sensation foreign to him in the past but much desired by him as his own exposed cock pulsed and grew from the excitement of the memory. He wanted to feel it again, almost desperate in the handling of his own lust and panicked as a result of not being able to experience it.

Tyrus continued to lie amid the animal furs that lined his bed stroking his cock and gripping the bottle of wine that he had spilled unceremoniously along his exposed chest. His face glistened after being drenched due to the sweat from his efforts and his mind was once more bombarded with recollection.

In all the years he'd known Lycidas, not once had he ever looked upon him with a lustful gaze. They'd been merely brothers after the same thrill life had to offer when they were children and bedded many a maiden together and in their own right when left to their own devices.

Frustrated and enraged at the same time, Tyrus hopped up from his bed and tossed his bottle of wine against a nearby wall shattering it and spilling the remaining contents. He was quite worked up and the denial of relief seem to get the better of him as he marched naked into the street beneath the pale light of the moon and rounded up as many whores plying their trade as he could find before inviting them all back to his house.

There had been one in his line of view, a tall and unseemly brunette with ruby-colored lips and a dress made of refined silk and violet in color. It appeared that she had some minor wealth as she moved to join the drunken man in his home and the sway of her hips detailed a vast amount of experience as she entered the scent of flowers and sweat lingered about her.

This was the whore. Tyrus thought in his drunken haze. This was a whore he'd enjoy until he had his fill.

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The Outskirts Of The Main City, The Kingdom Of Medina,540 B.C...

Basilius of Medina had spent his fair share of days and nights within the confines of a shady brothel that had come to be his favorite place once he'd come of age. This evening had been no different as he found himself pressed between the thighs of a pale and harsh glaring woman of ill repute. He knew not her name as he thrust his cock into her wet folds without a care in the world, the lingering haze of a day of strong drink making his body feel as if he had not been in control made his worst appetites all the more desirable.

The well-managed brown locks of the first Prince of Medina were wet from the sweat he worked up in the wake of plowing the moaning whore on the other end of his cock. Their naked forms writhing amid the stench of vomit, urine, and overly fragrant flowers as the future King of Medina couldn't seem to get enough of the sensation running rampantly through his average-sized cock as the woman seemed to clench it tighter with each thrust.

He had instructed her to get on her hands and knees like the postulated dog he took her to be grunting and groaning in approval of her tightness and the experience of satisfying his unruly lust if only for the time being.

His mother was quite the brilliant woman, he had come to conclude following their nightly scheming session within the confines of the family crypt. He envied the young and well-built younger men who caught her fancy as he continued to thrust into the moaning woman below him. She was the most beautiful of all the Queens of Medina and the most powerful mind he'd ever known.

If anyone could solve the problem of their royal line being tainted via the filth of barbarian blood it was her of course. She had the most devious and cunning mind the world had ever seen after all and was a well-known noble from Rome before becoming Queen as she should be.

Basilius continued to have his way with the whore his thrusts becoming more violent and his rage more palpable as he thought of his foolish and deeply superstitious father sliding his inferior cock into the confines of his mother's wet opening and having the gall to seed her. It had been his own birth he envied and it was a testament to just how sick and depraved his mind had been that he wished to have his own mother moaning on the end of his cock in place of the whore who had been unable to do little more than gasp with each increase of his violent thrusts.

The obsession the two of them had with ridding their royal line of inferior blood was all that had driven them when they had to face yet another day of pretending to care for the people who had not been in the least civilized. Fantasies of improving the kingdom via the sharp point of his blade and many social reforms to achieve a perfect dynasty in his own right added to Basilius' sense of entitlement.

Young Nicodemus was born in Medina and as a proud heir to Medina, he wasn't in the least the problem of tainted blood as Lycidas was. Basilius made a mental note to educate his brother more on the proper way to carry himself as Prince of Medina as he also made a mental note that Lycidas needed to be eradicated from the very history of Medina and once in power he'd make it so.

Yes, once he came to power, Lycidas of Medina would be no more.