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The Lover Of Olympias	By : LuckyKnight Category: 1 through F > Alexander Views: 274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Lover of Olympias
- 1
Thessalonike was Alexander's sister. If he found out that Seleucus regularly met with her at the stables and that he showed her what men and women could do together, the crown prince would hardly be thrilled. Thessalonike, on the other hand, was more than thrilled every time. She was a rather curious girl, to say the least. Seleukos took her from behind, from the front, lying down, standing up. And of course he had no objection to being her teacher in this rather delightful art. And since King Philip's murder, Thessalonike naturally mourned the loss of her father. As a result, Seleucus met with her much more often - to comfort her. It so happened that he found himself clutching her thighs and thrusting into her in a rapid rhythm. "Gallop with me," was her request. And Seleucus was the kind of young man who was reluctant to refuse a beautiful woman. However, they were interrupted in their bubbly lovemaking when his name was called out in the courtyard. It was one of the eunuchs.
"Don't stop," whispered Thessalonike, who was about to reach the peak of her ecstasy. But the eunuch called for Seleucus over and over again - and that diminished his lust.
"By Zeus," he hissed, "can't he be patient for a moment?" Seleucus withdrew from Thessalonike as the eunuch began to ask where "young Seleucus" might be. Well, he was inside the daughter of the murdered king and no one had better find out.
"I'm sorry," he told Thessalonike as he stood up, threw on his spotless white chiton and hurried into the courtyard, where the eunuch would not stop inquiring about him.
"Ah," he said when he saw Seleucus coming. "There you are, my boy."
"What's the matter? Something happened?", Seleucus wanted to know. Alexander was probably gathering his companions again to discuss something or to get their opinion on how he should behave towards Eurydice and Attalus. Something like this had happened more often since Philip's murder.
"Someone very important has sent for you," the eunuch explained.
If it had been Alexander, he would have called him by name. Seleucus did not have a good feeling about this. If you were summoned by anyone in the palace, it could usually only mean that you had been drawn into some kind of intrigue and Seleucus had always tried to stay out of such matters. Intrigue was for people who wanted to die very soon. And Seleucus did not consider himself among them.
"Who?" he asked the eunuch freely, although he knew that the fat man was unlikely to tell him. And he did not.
Instead, Seleucus was simply told: "Follow me."
He had no choice. He went after the eunuch to the upper floor of the palace.
Meanwhile, he puzzled over who it might be: Attalus? Eurydice? The old Parmenion? But the path led to that part of the palace that Seleucus knew housed Queen Olympias' chambers. He did not know whether he should be happy or afraid about that.
Of course, he revered the queen. On days when he saw her, he made himself happy and thought of her while doing so. For Seleucus, she was an image of Aphrodite. But her sinister side also had something of Persephone about it. The wildest fantasies had often robbed him of sleep. For him, Olympias was a goddess. And you had to be afraid of gods. That's why his hands got sweaty when the eunuch actually stopped in front of her chamber, opened the door and sent him inside.
Oil lamps and bronze bowls with fires burning within bathed the room in a dim light. Seleucus had never been here before. As he carefully and quietly entered, he let his gaze wander. There was no sign of the queen.
Instead, his gaze was drawn to a fresco depicting none other than Achilles. He was standing on his chariot, whipping up the horses and dragging the body of Hector behind him. Everyone at court knew the rumors that Olympias was descended from Achilles - and therefore Alexander was too. No one knew whether it was true. At least, regarding Olympias, it didn't seem difficult for Seleucus to believe the rumor.
He ventured deeper into the chamber. Suddenly, two eyes flashed behind a silk curtain. Seleukos was startled. When he pulled aside the curtain, he saw Olympias sitting on an ivory chair. She was wearing a white dress. Unusual, he thought. As Philip's wife, she should actually be wearing black. The colour of lament. He spotted a black dress behind her. She had laid it over the back of the chair. Maybe she had worn it earlier this day.
On the table next to her was one of her infamous snakes. It was huge, but seemed to be asleep. Olympias herself looked unusual - at least compared to how Seleucus had seen her on other occasions.
No gold earrings. Even the golden, snake-shaped bracelet that she usually wore on her upper arm was instead placed on the table. The dress, however, had only one strap and left her right shoulder uncovered. She never wore any other kind of dresses.
"You sent for me, Queen?" The silence in the chamber would normally have prompted him to speak more quietly. But Seleucus always had difficulty speaking quietly. He was quite capable of silence, but when he raised his voice, he spoke firmly.
"Yes," Olympias said with her usual superior smile. Seleucus waited for her to explain why she had sent for him. But when this didn’t happen, he remembered the royal dignity he had to respect.
"Your husband and king is dead. My condolences for your loss."
"Only your condolences?" she asked, as if his words had been an insult.
Seleucus held his breath. Why did she say that?
He affirmed: "You have my sincere sympathy. I mourn him too."
She hissed and said dismissively, "You're lying.“
This gave Seleucus an inner twinge. But he didn't let on. A queen who accused him of lying couldn't mean anything good.
"Philip has always ignored you," she said. "To him, you were nothing more than one of the pupils always hanging on Alexander's coat-tails.“
"My position at court is just that…"
"Keep quiet," she interrupted him. "I know that you are more than that. I have always watched you closely.“
Seleucus cleared his throat. "Me?"
"Yes." He couldn't interpret her smile. She was quite the mysterious, supernatural figure he had always perceived her to be. She continued: "I've seen the way you move and the way the girls look at you." Seleucus swallowed. Was she supposed to know about him and Thessalonike - given that she had been watching him? Or had him watched?
"Yes," she said, as if she could hear his thoughts. Maybe she even could. "I know you have a fling with my daughter regularly. It doesn't bother me." Seleucus exhaled with relief. From the sound of her voice, he could tell that it really didn't bother her. "I even like it," she added. "If I had to choose a lover for her, I would have chosen you too."
Seleucus' heart beat faster. "Really?"
"Yes," she said and her smile became even more mysterious. "You're not like the others. You're not like Cassander, Perdiccas or Ptolemy. Alexander keeps them close to him because he’s friends with them. And they are devoted to him because they’re friends with him. But you are a warrior. You are devoted to Alexander because he is a warrior, too. And he’s your king."
Seleucus held her gaze as he tried to fathom what this meeting might be about. "What you say is true."

Olympias then stood up and wandered around the chamber. The white robe and the dim light made her skin appear very dark. Her eyes, however, shone like stars in the night sky.
"Thessalonike is in mourning. Philip was her father too. It is most honorable of you to comfort her."
"Thank you, my queen."
Olympias approached him now, making his pulse race. "She's not the only one mourning, though." After a pause, during which Seleucus forgot to breathe, she said: "Alexander is mourning too. And his grief is clouding his mind. He is hesitating to do what is necessary in order to consolidate his position as king. He wants to fight the tribes in the north. The Thracians and Scythians. That is right and necessary too. But there are other things he is not ready to do, which would be even more important. I can't force him. I am powerless. And this powerlessness makes me furious." She formed her hands into claws as she said this. "I sit here in this damned palace and I cannot do anything. Do you understand how that makes me feel, Seleucus?" It was almost magical when she spoke his name.
He replied: "Yes, Queen. I understand that it doesn't feel good."
"Exactly," she said, "and that's unfortunate. Because I actually have reason to celebrate."
Seleucus didn't understand this, when the whole empire was mourning the death of the king. Of course, Olympias' son was now the new king. Perhaps that was what she meant. But that was not the case, as Seleucus realized when the queen told him: "I cannot yet rejoice that Alexander is king. Not until his reign is firmly established. But the fact that Philip is finally dead gives me great satisfaction."
Seleucus widened his eyes. At first, he thought she had just confessed that she was responsible for Philip's murder. But when he thought about it for a moment, it seemed absurd to him. She wouldn't say that so freely if she was really behind it.
She continued, now in a hushed voice: "I would like to... express this satisfaction. At the same time, I have to act. But I can't do it alone."
Again, Seleucus did not understand. "What exactly do you mean, my queen?"
She lifted her chin. After a moment, she spoke without concealing her contempt: "Attalus. And Eurydice too." Philip's youngest wife, who had recently born him a son. Attalus was her father. "They must die," Olympias said coldly. "But of course I can't do it myself. I need someone to do it for me. Alexander doesn't understand, but it's necessary. The whore and her little bastard would otherwise be a danger forever."
Seleucus grew hot. He began to suspect what this was all leading up to. He shuddered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm when Olympias placed her hand on his chest.
"Will you be my hero, Seleucus?" she asked promisingly. "Will you do what is necessary for me?" He pursed his lips, unable to turn away from her eyes, which exerted an almost magnetic attraction on him. Olympias added: "It would be our secret. It would connect us. And at the same time... it would put us both in danger." She moistened her lips briefly. "Do you understand? It would give you power over me. And me power over you. We would be dependent on each other; interdependent. A beautiful idea, don't you think?"
Seleucus didn't know what to say. Olympias turned around and released him from the hypnosis of her eyes. She walked a few steps. As she did so, she said: "Of course I would not withhold the reward you deserve. On the contrary. I would even... give it to you in advance."
As he looked after her, she suddenly dropped her white dress to the floor, exposing her back, legs and bottom!
Seleucus widened his eyes. At the same time, he felt heat creeping between his legs. In his wildest dreams, he would never have expected something like this to happen. And now Olympias turned around, showing him her pudenda, her stomach, her thighs and her lush, full breasts.
The glow between his legs swelled as she approached him again and he was able to take a closer look at the delicate curves of her body.
"Well, what do you say?" she asked him, grinning slyly. "You and me, we're joining forces. Seleucus and Olympias. Like Ares and Aphrodite. We love each other so that Attalus and Eurydice can die." She stroked his upper arm and spoke almost in a whisper: "I promise you too: you can… do whatever you want with me."
Seleucus couldn't help but squint at her big tits. He had always known that he would spill blood for these tits without hesitation. Lots of blood. No matter whose.
He met Olympias' eyes again. She was probably in no doubt as to what his answer would be:
"Your wish is my command, Queen."
Satisfied, she stretched her arms out to the side. Seleucus still couldn't believe it. Queen Olympias was standing naked in front of him - and he could do to her everything he had usually only fantasized about. Desire shot up inside him.
He grabbed her chest and pulled her against him. He began to kiss her full, juicy lips. He stroked her sides vigorously with his hands, pinched her bottom and let his hand slap against one of her cheeks. A pleasurable sound escaped her. No question: she wasn't just paying a contract killer. She was celebrating the death of Philip and the imminent death of Attalus and Eurydice.
Seleucus clutched her back. At the same time, he began to touch her breasts. They were soft, and solid as well. He circled her nipple with his thumb, squeezing it, digging his fingers into the lush cushion of flesh and skin. Olympias smelled of almond oil and rose petals. To Seleucus, it was the scent of nectar and ambrosia.
He now grabbed her slim, taut thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his body while she clasped his neck with her arms and sucked on his lips with all her passion. He moved with her towards the four-poster bed on which he wanted to unleash her lust.
As their tongues joined and wrestled, he pushed her back against one of the shiny posts holding up the bed. He now stood in front of her again. He had to push her away forcefully to get rid of her lips. She grinned at him like a big cat. He saw the unbridled lust of a demigoddess blazing in her eyes. Seleucus turned the queen around, took hold of her bottom and pressed himself against it. He could already feel the heat inside her. He would soon gain access to this inner heat. For now, however, he knelt down, stroked her round cheeks and kissed her. Determined, he moved his hands forward, where he glided over her thighs. His forearm grazed her pudenda several times, eliciting a pleasurable sigh from her.
Seleucus clawed his hands into her thighs. He kissed and licked her bottom as if it were a rare and wondrous fruit. When he stood up again, he lifted the brooch that held his chiton together at the shoulders so that he was now standing naked behind her. His cock had long since become as hard as stone. He stuck it under her ass so that she could feel it pulsating against her pudenda. She moaned in delight.
Seleucus grasped her chest again and slowly slid his hands over her breasts, squeezing them violently under his hand. He sucked on her neck, kissed her throat and gently bit her ear.
Olympias put one arm back to press his head against her neck. He realized that her desire was growing. So he now let one of his hands - with the other one he continued to massage her tits - slide down over her flat stomach. She moaned and sighed louder even as he slid his fingers over just the base of her pudenda. He played inside her with his finger - very gently and slowly. However, this made her whole body so hot that Seleucus could feel her blood bubbling under her skin.
He withdrew his hand. Again he turned her around and pressed her against the post. But he stayed downside. He could now see the triangle of her pudenda right in front of him. The sight renewed his lust for Olympias. He ran his hands underneath her so that she couldn't help but spread her legs a little. He clawed at her bottom, approached her pubic area and finally began to lick her. A sudden shriek escaped the queen. Seleucus knew why. She was as wet as an oasis. And that's exactly how she tasted. He continued to lick through the warm, soft flesh inside her. Suddenly she placed her thigh over his shoulder und put her hands on his head.

Meanwhile, Seleucus began to suck on her, which gave her even greater pleasure. She breathed shallowly and loudly. A bright beeping sound kept coming from her mouth. It slowly increased. Seleucus licked her lips, stroked the inside of her thighs with his thumbs, pressed his fingers into her fleshy cheeks, licked her pudenda even more intensely - and finally conjured up a screaming whirlwind.
Olympias' whole body shook. She moaned loudly and without air as she searched for somewhere to hold on. Seleucus could no longer hold back. Seeing her in such ecstasy, with sweat already making her skin glitter, aroused him more than any female body he had ever seen. He withdrew his tongue from her and stood up. Once again, to prepare himself for the upcoming battle with his queen, he slid his cock between her cheeks and massaged them for a while. Then he withdrew with a firm slap to her cheeks, lifted Olympias up and laid her on the bed. She laughed as he crawled to her. He kissed her stomach and worked his way - kiss by kiss - up to her breasts. His cock was already stroking along the insides of her thighs. Then he felt Olympia's hand close around him and guide him inside her.
Seleucus sighed as he felt her heat pressing against him from all sides. It was tight inside her, but he marveled at how perfectly he fit her form - as if the gods had created their bodies for the sole purpose of uniting them.
They were doing that now. Seleucus thrust into her and immediately a moan hissed from her mouth.
"Oh, Zeus. Yes," she sighed. And Seleucus thrust harder. He felt like his cock was getting bigger and harder inside her than ever before. He rammed it into her body with all his might and each time - or so it felt - it grew even bigger and harder. It wasn't long before the groaning screams coming from Olympias increased again. Seleucus became crueler and more violent. Then she reached another peak of rapture. This time it was a protracted scream that she unleashed - so loud that it was impossible for the servants outside not to hear it. But Seleucus didn't care at all, and Olympias probably didn't either. He wanted to savor the act of love with Olympias for as long as possible and he wanted to give her a pleasure that no woman had ever experienced before.
After the renewed rapture subsided a little, Seleucus withdrew from her. He wanted to take her from behind. He turned her around and energetically grabbed her buttocks. Olympias understood what he wanted. She braced herself, spread her legs wide apart and offered him her backside with a seductive glance over her shoulder. Seleucus knelt behind her. He thrust his pulsating cock into her, making sure he had a firm grip on her ass - and then he thrust again. Olympias immediately began to scream. In this position, the act seemed to give her even more pleasure, even though Seleucus had believed that it could not get any more intense. But it did.
He liked seeing how her bottom shook with each of his thrusts and how her whole body was shaken by him at rapid intervals. Having Olympias - his mistress and queen - like a slave was absolute madness. And her body left no doubt that Olympias enjoyed it too.
As if to give him further proof of this, she pushed her bottom forward a little and turned around in a breathtaking movement with her legs spread wide apart. With almost malicious glee, she pushed him down so that he was lying on his back. She climbed on top of him, guided him back inside her and began to bob up and down. Seleucus received this new pleasure with a loud moan. He stroked her thighs, but then he grabbed her wildly bouncing breasts. He squeezed them, squeezed them and let his thumbs fly around her nipples. Without stopping her screams, Olympias threw her head back. Just like Seleucus, she was now wet with sweat and lust.
And then the unbelievable happened. Olympias seemed to realize that Seleucus was now also approaching his climax. She jumped off him, bent over him again like a cat of prey and put her lips over his cock. She encircled it with her fingers and rubbed it while her tongue played around it. She licked him as if he were giving her the divine nectar. Seleucus moaned louder and more frequently as he felt the end approaching. And then he finally squirted into her mouth with a loud roar. His abdomen literally glowed and his cock pulsated like dark clouds from which lightning bolts were released.
Olympias smacked and licked him until he was shiny. She massaged him for a while longer while giving him a satisfied, victorious grin. Then she came to him, kissed him with pleasure and passion and cuddled his chest.
"That was incredible," she whispered. "If I had known what a titan you were, I would have ordered you to me much sooner."
Seleucus smiled coolly. "And I would have been at your service sooner."
"What a shame," she laughed. "I hope you realize we'll have to make up for all this."
"I'd be disappointed if we didn't."
By Zeus, all the women Seleucus had ever loved were forgotten. Truly, none possessed such a flaming passion as Olympias. He had never experienced anything like it. Now, as she rose to drink from a goblet of wine, he saw her bosom move.

A tickle between his legs.
He could have made love to her all over again. But he knew there was something he had to do first.
He got out of bed and threw on his chiton. Earlier, he had seen a sword - a Xiphos precisely - on one of the tables. He picked it up. Before he left the chamber, he glanced at Olympias, who was looking a little quizzical. She looked wonderful sitting naked on the bed. With the blade in his hand, he said: "I think you can save yourself the trouble of dressing."
Then he went out.
Eurydice was still in King Philip's chamber and Seleucus knew that she was still at court. Her father Attalus was planning to leave with her these days. He was undoubtedly aware of the danger that threatened him and his daughter here. But they were both still here.
Seleucus arrived at the door to Philip's chamber. He briefly considered whether he should knock, but then decided that it was no longer necessary. He opened the door and locked it behind him. Eurydice was sitting on the bed. Attalus stood in the middle of the room. When he saw Seleukos, his eyes widened. He froze for a moment before his gaze shot to a dagger that he had placed on a table. He jerked around and literally leapt through the air to get hold of the dagger. But Seleukos was quicker. He plunged the sword deep into Attalus' back. Eurydice immediately jumped up to leave the chamber. But Seleucus was quicker again. She plunged into his sword, which sliced her head off her neck in one fell swoop. A huge pool of blood had long since formed on the marble floor.
Attalus was still panting. Seleucus turned to the old man. He didn't have long.
"Queen Olympias pays you her respects," Seleucus said. "And if I had been in your place, I would have been more wary of such a woman.“
Attalus simply stared at him with wide eyes. Seleucus cleaned the blade on his chiton before leaving the man dying on the floor and returning to Olympias' chamber. She was still sitting on the bed - naked. When he came in and placed the blade on the table, she jumped up.
With a serious expression on her face, she asked: „You’ve done it already?"
"I have," Seleukos said and looked at her with a smile of satisfaction. He went over to his queen. While her incredible lips tightened into a joyful grin, he put his hands on her hips. There he stroked her a little before gently sliding his palm over her nipples.
"Are you true to your word?" he wanted to know.
There it was. The mischievous, seductive look in her eyes. She answered: "Even if you had refused to kill, I would still let you fuck me." She reached under his chiton, grabbed him and made him hard. Then she added: "Over and over again."
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