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Hercules enslaved - 12. The nymphs

The young men moved with a grace that was both alluring and unsettling, their steps silent as they circled Hercules. Their demeanor innocent and harmless, and their touch, when it finally came, was feather-light, a caress that sent shivers down his spine. He felt their fingers trace the contours of his muscles, the heat of their palms against his skin igniting a fire within him. The air around Hercules thrummed with a strange energy, a potent cocktail of desire and something else, something ancient and primal. He felt his heart pound against his ribs, a rhythm echoing the gentle pulse of the stream. He wanted to resist, to push them away, but an invisible force held him captive, his will melting away under their gaze. The young men leaned closer, their breath warm against his skin, their lips brushing his ear in a whisper that sent a jolt of pleasure through him. "We are the Nymphs of the River," one of them murmured, his voice a melody that resonated deep within Hercules' soul. "And you, mighty Hercules, are our prize."

Hercules felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. He had faced evil kings and monsters, but this was something entirely different. This was a seduction unlike any he had ever known, a promise of pleasure and oblivion. He felt his defenses crumbling, his resolve weakening. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating embrace of the nymphs, the world fading away around him. The nymphs, their eyes shimmering with a primal hunger, moved with increasing boldness. Their hands, once gentle, now traced the contours of his body with a fierce urgency. Their lips like fire, showered his skin with kisses, their tongues tracing the lines of his bulging muscles, the deep valleys of his chest. He felt their hands linger on his shoulders, their fingers kneading the knots of tension in his back and his arms. He felt the ache in his legs, the weariness of his ordeal, melt away under their skilled ministrations. Their fingers, like tiny flames, danced across his thighs, tracing the contours of his muscles, the tautness of his calves. The nymphs, their bodies pressed against Hercules’, whispered a soothing tune in his ear, their voices like silken threads weaving a spell around him. He felt a primal urge rise within him, a hunger that mirrored their own. He wanted to lose himself in their touch, to drown in the intoxicating sea of their desires. His eyes, glowing with desire, met theirs, and he saw a reflection of his own yearning. He felt a tremor run through his body, a primal tremor that echoed the thrumming of the river, the pulse of the earth itself. He knew, with a certainty that defied reason, that this was a temptation he could not resist, a path he was destined to follow.

Hercules, gasping for breath, felt the heat of the nymphs' kisses linger on his skin. He tried to regain some semblance of control, but the intoxicating wave of desire had already swept over him. He felt their hands, now bolder, more demanding, trace the contours of his chest. A gasp escaped his lips as their tongues, cool and wet, swirled around his nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. The nymphs, sensing his surrender, moved closer, their bodies pressing against his, their breaths warm on his skin. Their hands, now bolder, reached for the source of his desire, their fingers tracing the outline of his manhood, their touch sending shivers down his spine. He felt their lips, soft and warm, brush against his skin, their tongues swirling around the base of his manhood, their touch a symphony of sensations. The nymphs, their eyes gleaming with a primal hunger, enveloped his manhood in their moist, warm mouths, their tongues swirling around the sensitive head. He felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, a sensation so intense and so overwhelming.

Hercules closed his eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating embrace of the nymphs, his body trembling with desire, his mind lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. He felt himself teetering on the edge of oblivion, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating power of their touch. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that Hercules felt his body convulse. He cried out, a primal sound that echoed through the forest, as he reached his peak, his body trembling with the force of his release. The nymphs, their faces flushed with excitement, held him close, their bodies pressed against his, their tongues lapping at the nectar that flowed from him. Hercules felt a sense of release, a wave of euphoria washed over him as he emptied himself into their eager mouths. He felt their tongues, warm and wet, swirling around him, their lips pressing against his skin, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their pleasure.

The other nymphs, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, rushed forward, their bodies writhing with desire. They clamored for a taste of Hercules’ essence, their hands reaching for him, their tongues licking their lips in anticipation. Hercules, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his climax, felt a surge of pride as he watched the nymphs fight over him, their desire for him palpable. He felt a sense of power, a sense of being worshiped, that he had never experienced before. He allowed himself to be consumed by their hunger, his body a feast for their senses. He felt their tongues, their lips, their bodies, all converging on him, their desire a force that he could not resist. He surrendered to their embrace, his body a vessel for their pleasure, his spirit lost in a whirlwind of sensations.

Thanks to his divine prowess, Hercules’ magnificent manhood promised an almost endless flow of nectar. As one nymph brought Hercules to the brink of orgasm, his body trembling with the force of his release, he drew back, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. Another nymph, shimmering with desire, took his place with his eager lips. Hercules watched as each nymph, in turn, drank deeply from him, their throats working as they swallowed his nectar, their eyes closed in bliss. Hercules, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, was oblivious to the subtle changes happening around him. The nymphs, their bodies now pulsing with a newfound energy, moved with a strength and grace that belied their previous ethereal beauty. Their skin, once smooth and delicate, now held a taut, muscular sheen. Their eyes, once filled with a gentle, almost innocent desire, now burned with a primal hunger.

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Hercules is my favorite theme.  It sprang from my early fascination with sword and sandal movies from the 60s, where the muscle bound hero had to overcome monsters, sorcerers, sadistic kings/queens and the inevitable feat of strength challenges before he triumphed eventually.  I hope you like these stories too.  Comments and feedback welcome.
Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Hercules moved from one captor to a seeming new one from pain to pleasure… will he escape this soon? Or will the Nymphs change and let him go willingly?

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