"I just worry. You're making all these decisions so quickly... But I won't stop you." Her mother sighs. "Here." She hands Callirhoe a small medallion with the image of a ram's head engraved into the metal. "It was my father's - for luck. No idea if it actually works, but he'd left it at home when he went on his last campaign and died, so..."
“As the lady wishes.” Talpharos replied in his most polite voice. He thrust a few more times, until he was almost on the edge, then pulled away and got up. He took his dick in his hand and aimed at Selene's breasts, then pumped it a couple of times until he reached his peak, his cum shooting out and on her large boobs. He was careful to not get any on her hair, as she had requested, as he kept cumming, his second load almost as big as the first.
"Are you giving me orders?" He slaps her other ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark, hammering her cunt from behind as her cock rubs against the wall. "But don't worry, I don't want that either. What would my wife think?" He chuckles. "Where should I, ugh, come, then?"
Callirhoe put medallion on her neck and hide it under her tunic.
"Hmph, more flattery. Don't think I haven't caught on to you - you fall for the honeyed words and next thing you know there's a cock in your ass without any lube." She narrows her eyes fiercely, before chuckling. Breathing heavily, she stays there for a moment, before slowly standing and wiping her breasts clean before fixing her makeup. She looks back at him, naked aside from a few flimsy pieces of jewellery, a sad expression on her face.
"Perhaps not. Even so, is it really any mortal's place to interfere with the gods for better or worse?" She was still at a loss. She didn't know how committed she would be to any divine mission in truth, or really, if even if she did have some divine blood, that really enabled her to get involved with the affairs of the Olympians.
Princess gives a yelp of a moan as he slaps her ass harder. She continues to moan as she fails to squirm away from the wall enough to prevent her cock from being stimulated too much. "Wherever....ah!...else you want." She felt the telltale feeling of her orgasm approaching. Her cock throbbing with desire against the wall, She looks back at Megaros, her purple eyes begging for release as she makes good on her promise to moan his name while he pulled on her collar. "A-ah...Almost there...Megaros!"
"Wait!" Her mother says again, and Callirhoe prepares for another plea from her mother to stay. "Let me pack you some food. You might be fast, but Delphi's almost 100 miles from here, on not great roads. You'll need to eat on the way. You'll need a bedroll too, maybe a flint for a campfire, and a..."
"It's a shame that priest who blessed our voyage didn't stick around - we could have asked him. He seemed less drunk than most." Velicus chuckles. "From what it sounded like, the guy who came for you just happened to be a follower of Ares, and got a blessing from him. If you have divine blood, maybe the god who helped you was just protecting their kin, and doesn't have a plan for you otherwise?" He says optimistically. "Either way, I don't think you'll get any answers while we're on this ship. Maybe what you need is help taking your mind off of things?"
"That's right, whore, say my, ooh, name." Megaros grunts, his voice intense, as he pounds the infamous madwoman relentlessly. Gripping the chain tightly, he pulls her head back, kissing her lips hard as she feels her cock rubbing against the wall. Finally, he pulls out, sliding his manhood between her thighs, releasing his seed onto her skin.
"Alright..." She says. "But it cannot be said that I told you. Your uncle Giorgios lives - he is on Cyprus, which is tenuously Egyptian, with a dozen ships filled with fighting men." Cleon thinks back to his uncle, a stern man who had never liked him or his mother, but had done his duty as captain of the guard - even teaching Cleon much of what he knows with the spear. He'd died a year ago in a shipwreck, a victim of Poseidon. Or at least that's what Thalia and Cleon were told. "Pharaoh wished me to observe the state of your kingdom and report to him about which side would be likely to win in a conflict, and which we should support, if any." She touches his chest again. "So I think perhaps you're the one who should be trying to keep me happy, no?"
The Egyptian yelps, but smiles deviously at him. "Neither does Pharaoh. And I'm interested to see what a Greek prince is capable of."
Callirhoe take a time to garreth her breath after long journey. Ewen with her demigods powers, traveling take some time and she can't run all the road, like she planing when she leave pollis. She noticed people running in panic and decided it will be best for her to sneak inside, to check what happen inside. Raid of barbarians? Or maybe some monster attack?"Wait!" Her mother says again, and Callirhoe prepares for another plea from her mother to stay. "Let me pack you some food. You might be fast, but Delphi's almost 100 miles from here, on not great roads. You'll need to eat on the way. You'll need a bedroll too, maybe a flint for a campfire, and a..."
3 Days Later
Callirhoe finds herself huffing and puffing with exertion as she moves through thicket and branch. As her mother had said, the roads to Delphi have been allowed to decay, and this stretch passing through a forest has largely been reclaimed by Gaia, the old cobblestones overtaken by roots, and even with her speed, she's had to slow down not to trip. Her stomach grumbles, and she starts wishing she hadn't eaten so much of her supplies during the last few days. Suddenly, she begins to smell smoke through the trees, and her mind immediately imagines a fire being prepared to cook some meat. Following her nose, she pushes past some trees to see that she's finally made it out of the forest, with a village just ahead.
The young woman hears screams coming from the village, and several people run away in panic.
Dammit! Talpharos did not need any encouragement from the voice in his head. He immediately focused on using the power, in order to convince Selene. “Oh, come now, don't be like that, my lady! I was looking forward to hunting that hart!” He pleaded, completely honest about that part. “You need not worry about this happening again – I only dared to try this because you clearly needed and wanted it. But I would not push my luck and try to force you to do anything you don't want to.” He reassured her... without actually promising this sort of thing would never happen again. “Do not let yourself briefly indulging in your desires get in the way of your niece's perfect wedding. If you are that worried I might try something again, then next time just bring along a few servants. In fact, you should probably bring a few servants regardless, to have them take care of the meat when I bring it.” He did his best to persuade the noblewoman.
“Perhaps.” She said it idly, acting as if what he was trying to success completely went over her head before starting to rise.
"Mmh..." The Egyptian moans as he touches her, and he finds her wet already. "Yes." She answers over a moan. "But I'm hard to break..."
Getting inside the village without being detected is fairly easy, actually. The people leaving are outright terrified for their lives and pay the young Theban no mind, while the people inside the village are focused on a commotion happening within. "Any man who touches her dies." A male voice growls, and Callirhoe sees a dozen guardsmen surrounding young looking man holding a spear - with a blindfold on.
