Please be warned that I just knocked the following out in a crazed
bout of silliness, without my usual obsessiveness and rewriting,
and that it has nothing to do with any other storylines I've written
in the past, but I was...inspired.
Mistakes are my bad and hopefully few and far between. Insert standard
fanfic disclaimers here.
NC-17 for explicit m/m/f and m/m sex. (Meg/Joxer/Autolycus and
This all is set sometime immediately following the episode "The Key to
the Kingdom", so you might not want to read it until you've seen
the episode. Not that it really spoils too much of anything.
The King of Thieves wasn't sure what he was doing here, still
hanging around at Meg's Tavern. All this work the past few days,
and he had absolutely nothing to show for it.
Except for a new nickname: "Mr. Stinky". Wherever that had
come from. He was never lacking in the personal hygiene
department, as far as he could tell. He prided himself on as much,
so Meg's strange appellation for him was downright confounding.
No, he just had the itchy feeling that there was some sort of a coda
to put on this whole fiasco. Something that would get the bad taste
out of his mouth from being conned into that crazy scheme of
Meg's to steal a baby. At least no one was chasing him out of town
at the moment, and he didn't have any immediate plans to be
anywhere else. Therefore he figured on cooling his heels in the
area a while longer, hoping maybe a new proposition--a much
better one than his last--might come his way.
Besides, this place had its charms...in a seedy sort of way. There
were plenty of lovely ladies to admire, far from the least of which
was the proprietor, Meg herself. Yeah, true, she'd played him like a
bit of a fool, and was still calling him by that bizarre epithet. That
didn't do anything to detract from the fact that she was a damn fine
woman to look at. The resemblance to Xena was uncanny.
Autolycus would be a liar to say he'd never had the stray lustful
thought about the warrior princess and plundering her very evident
assets. But that woman radiated a "hands off" demeanor and she
carried the weapons to enforce it.
Meg on the other hand...to say she radiated a completely opposite
kind of message would be putting it mildly. And she'd been giving
him enough looks that said she was picking up and not minding the
signals he was sending her way, too. If not for the fact that Joxer
was still around, the King of Thieves would be on her in a
flash. He just couldn't figure out what kind of relationship they had
going on. The kid seemed awfully protective of Meg, especially
the way he'd been keeping Auto from getting too "friendly" with
her when they first met. Yet here Joxer was at the tavern tonight,
mostly hanging out at the bar, lapping up the attentions of all the
other women in Meg's employ. They in turn were fawning over
him like he was, oh...Hercules or something. It was most
perplexing. And Meg was barely batting an eye over it.
"Hey, Mr. Stinky!" Auto was startled from his observations of Joxer's
antics by Meg's unexpected approach. "Didn't know you were still
around. Can I get ya somethin'?"
I'll take you for starters, he thought, admiring her up and down
in the revealing dress that she was wearing tonight. Not quite as
revealing as her faux-Xenawear, true, but less intimidating in turn.
"Oh, I'm doing all right for now," he answered instead, indicating
his half-full mug of ale. "Just sticking around until I can find a
new...use for my particular skills. One that will hopefully pay
Meg's lips twitched into a slight apologetic frown. "Sorry 'bout all
that, y'know. I didn't mean t'put you through so much for nuthin'."
"Eh," Auto dismissed. Maybe he could play up on her sympathies,
though, and earn himself a little something for his troubles yet. A
round of laughter from by the bar caught his attention and he
turned back to find Joxer at the center of it, the girls giggling and
hanging all over him in a decidedly fawning manner. "He must pay
real well to get that kind of attention," the thief muttered.
"Joxie? Aw no, he don't have to pay here anymore. At least not full
price. The gals just love him to death. I mean, how could you not?
He's such a cutie, don't you think?"
Auto squinted and tried to see particular charms she was referring
to. "I can't say that I understand the appeal myself."
Meg leaned over the table and in a conspiratorial voice asked,
"Maybe you'd like to find out, hmm, Stinky?"
Autolycus blinked, not certain he understood what she was
suggesting. And not certain that he wanted to understand. "Uh,
what exactly do you mean, Meg?" he asked warily.
"Whaddya think?" she answered with a smile and a wink. "You,
me and Joxie worked together pretty good. Maybe we could do
some other things together pretty good too."
The thief took a moment to draw a long sip on his ale, trying to
figure out where this was coming from. He certainly wasn't
averse to spending a little more time getting to know Meg better.
But throwing Joxer into the mix? "He seems pretty protective of
you, and who you spend your time with. Why'd do you think he'd
be interested in something like, like that?"
Meg reached out one delicate finger and ran it along the back of
Auto's hand. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "He was the
one who suggested it, Stinky. Yeah, he gets a little jealous of me
bein' with other guys sometimes. But not so much if he can play
along. I know he'd love a chance to play with you...just like I
This was all more than a little--more than a lot--bizarre. "You
two sure have one interesting relationship, I've give you that
"C'mon, Stinky...we owe ya somethin' for puttin' you through
what we did. Consider it our own special reward," she offered.
He had to admit it was amazing what she was doing to him simply
by caressing his hand. Or maybe it was the view she offered down
her dress, as she leaned further over the table to plant a light kiss
on the tip of his nose. She giggled at that and then pulled away,
standing up to walk over behind him. Leaning down, she said into
his ear, "Listen, I gotta keep an eye on the girls and the place for
another couple hours, 'till business slows down. If you're
interested, my room's the first one on the right, upstairs. I figure
you don't need a key. Be there when me 'n Joxie come up and I
promise ya, you're gonna be glad you stuck around."
He nearly jumped when she finished by nibbling lightly on his
earlobe, and he couldn't help but watch in admiration as she slowly
walked back towards the kitchen, her hips swinging suggestively.
Oh yeah. He wanted a taste of that. No question.
Cautiously, he turned back to glance at the bar. He was a little
disconcerted to find Joxer's eyes on him as well, the girls
momentarily, at least, forgotten. The young man's smile was
slightly bashful, but he didn't seem embarrassed about being
caught watching. He must've been keeping an eye on Meg making
her approach and was waiting to see what Auto's reaction would
Not certain what he was feeling about this, Auto turned back away
without, he hoped, sending any "yay" or "nay" message
with his expression. He pondered what on Earth he should do.
It wasn't that he necessarily had anything against sharing a woman
with another man. That was nothing particularly new to him, nor
even doing more than that with another man. He lived for the
good life, after all, and was never one to deny himself the chance
to experience something different, especially when it came to
anything of a carnal nature. A man with his kind of looks was also
used to hearing all kinds of propositions and offers. But Joxer? The
stumbling wanna-be hero who couldn't even walk straight half the
time? He hadn't realized the kid was harboring some sort of
attraction towards him. Would he go bragging from here to Athens
about scoring with the King of Thieves if Autolycus agreed to this?
Something like that wouldn't be good for his reputation.
Okay, the kid wasn't bad looking, Auto had to admit, as he dared
another glance toward the bar to check him out. Not that he'd thought
about the kid in that way until now, but he supposed Joxer
was all right, once you got past the terrible fashion sense. And,
well, Autolycus couldn't deny a certain curiosity over what Meg
might see in him, and the way the other girls seemed particularly
fond of him to boot.
"Well, what the Tartarus?" Autolycus supposed, the promise of
getting to know Meg a little better winning out over his concerns
over the Joxer part of this deal. This week's been pretty lousy so
far. Either I'll end it on an unexpected high note, or I'll walk out of
here tonight probably in no worse mood than I already am in.
Mind made up, he decided to take advantage of the few hours he
had to himself to stop by the local bathhouse. He couldn't help but
feel paranoid about his state of cleanliness thanks to Meg.
The lock was easy enough to pick, barely a five-second job.
Sometimes he wondered why people even bothered. He stepped
into Meg's room, uncertain of what he would find. The chamber
was pleasant, if nothing grand, but she seemed to try hard to make
it as attractive as she could. The ample bed was made with soft,
silky-sheets. "Probably the one thing she saved her dinars for,"
Auto thought slyly. There were fresh flowers strewn about, on the
windowsill, on the dresser, even at the head of the bed. A few
colorful scarves and blankets were draped over the simple
furniture, or hung upon the walls to liven up the room. Even more
promising, on the dresser he spied an ample array of vials of oil,
perfume, and other assorted items that showed Meg had a definite
appreciation for things of a sensual nature.
"I guess I might as well make myself comfortable," Auto said, first
taking a few minutes to light up some of the candles about the
room, and then sitting on the edge of the bed to remove his boots.
He had more or less convinced himself at this point to just go with
whatever was going to happen next. For getting the chance to be
with Meg, he could put up with Joxer being involved. Maybe he'd
even be surprised and find out Joxer had something he was good
at--besides falling down and being a general nuisance of himself.
He stopped his undressing once he was down to his vest and his
pants, figuring he'd enjoy letting Meg do some work finishing the
job. He sank back on the bed, finding it quite comfortable indeed.
The noise from downstairs indicated that the place was still
jumping and he probably had a while to wait before his
companions for the evening would be joining him. With that
thought in mind, he let himself relax, and probably thanks to the
rich ale he'd been consuming earlier, found himself quickly
He was having the most agreeable dream.
Someone's delightfully soft hands were stroking his chest,
warming his skin to a tingling flush with their skilled ministrations.
He couldn't see exactly who it was, but whoever she was, she was
good. Her vaguely familiar scent filled his nose, and he could
feel her long hair brushing lightly against his skin as her lips
nuzzled one of his nipples. A shudder ran through him at the
intensity of it.
"Mummm," she whispered against his skin. "Tasty."
"Mmm," he moaned back in complete agreement, arching up
against her mouth.
Other hands--stronger hands, but no less pleasant--were touching
his legs, massaging his calves and then his thighs to a state of
perfect relaxation. Not that the rest of his body was feeling
particularly relaxed at the moment. When these stronger hands
eventually reached for the top of his pants and began pulling them
down gently, he sighed expectantly. Nothing like being at the
center of so much attention to make a man happy. The
mouth that had been teasing his chest now fell upon his lips, and he
welcomed the taste of her spicy, warm depths. Her tongue brushed
against his teeth, then she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth to
suck upon it in a most delicious way. Then another mouth brushed
against the tip of his now exposed cock, and his whole body
trembled in surprise and pleasure.
"Oh, Stinky...I knew you'd like this, I knew that you would..."
Stinky? The only person who called him that was...
"Mmmmeg?" Autolycus finally realized he wasn't dreaming, as
recent memories returned to his awakening mind and he recalled
where he was. He opened his eyes to find the luscious, lusty
barkeep lying next to him, a naughty smile on her rosy lips as her
fingers traced over the contours of his chest. It took him a moment
to get over the sight of her naked body to remember that he also
had someone between his legs, doing quite the job of making sure
he was fully alert--and erect.
"'Bout time you woke up, Stinky. I was wondering if you were
gonna sleep through the whole thing," Meg said with a giggle in
his ear, her hot breath a tease against his sensitive skin. Then she
startled him by yelling, "Hey Joxie, you'd better save some of that
Joxer stopped what he was doing for a moment, allowing Auto's
cock to slip from between his lips. With a raised eyebrow he
scolded Meg, "You'll get your turn. Later. I found him first,
remember?" With that he turned to Auto with a smile and a look in
his eyes that gave the thief an all-new impression of the goofy
wanna-be warrior. "You do want me to continue, don't you,
Autolycus?" Joxer asked, kissing his way down Auto's cock from
the tip to his balls. "Because I really don't want to stop..."
Oh Hades, neither did he. Joxer's light kisses trailing slowly up and
down his erection were maddening, and not nearly as satisfying as
when the young man had him fully engulfed in his mouth. "By all
means...please...continue," Auto answered, leaning back into the
sheets as Joxer granted him his wish. He closed his eyes in bliss,
trying to remember the last time he'd received such a skillful
blowjob. Joxer swallowed him deeply, taking nearly all of his--and
he didn't mind bragging about it--impressive length inside him,
down his throat.
Meg turned Auto's head toward her to kiss him again, proving that
she, too, was quite proficient at using her mouth for exploits of an
erotic nature. Between the two forms of oral stimulation he was
receiving, Autolycus knew he wouldn't be able to last long, as
much as he wanted to ride this wave of incredible pleasure for
hours if he could. He simply hadn't been prepared for such an assault
on his senses and his body and figured it was a losing battle
to try to deny the inevitable.
Joxer seemed to sense what was, no pun intended, coming, and
increased the intensity of his sucking until Autolycus was
overcome, the orgasm ripping through him in violent, shuddering
"Aw Joxie," Meg complained when she saw what had happened.
"You weren't supposed to make him come so fast!"
"Sorry babe, couldn't help myself," Joxer apologized, as he
finished licking away the last of Auto's cream from his softening
cock. He slid himself up Auto's still shaking body, until they were
face-to-face...and soon after, mouth-to-mouth. Joxer's kiss was
tentative at first, compared to Meg's lustier advances, and it was a
little odd tasting his own come on Joxer's lips, but not exactly
unpleasant. Neither was the feeling of the lithe young man's naked
body against his own, covering him, rubbing a surprisingly
impressive hardness against him as well.
"You like?" Joxer asked after breaking the kiss, looking down into
Auto's eyes with a look that was both passionate and...somewhat
unsure. That doubt that was there was strangely endearing to the
thief, and a tad reassuring. It meant this was still the bumbling and
often unsure Joxer "the Mighty" he was dealing with, not some
strange double or psychopathic brother come to replace him.
"Yeah...I definitely like..." Auto answered.
"Don't hog him all to yourself, Stinky, he's my Joxie too," Meg
interrupted, pulling at Joxer to roll off him Auto, then straddling
him between her firm but oh-so-lovely thighs. Auto waited out the
aftershocks of his pleasure while enjoying the view of Meg
demonstrating her possessiveness of the slender body beneath her.
With ease and eagerness she took Joxer's hardness inside her,
arching back to give both men an incredible view of her ample,
inviting breasts. Her expression was one of pure ecstasy as she
rocked her hips slowly, then gradually faster, taking her
gratification from riding Joxer with utter carnal abandon.
Joxer didn't seem to be having too bad of a time, either.
"Joxie...oh Joxie," she moaned, louder and faster, over and over.
"Mmmmmeg..." The groan came out of Joxer's mouth slowly, as if
drawn up from somewhere deep within him. A few moments later,
Joxer grabbed hold of Meg's hips and pumped himself harder into
her, until they both came nearly in unison.
"Whew!" Meg collapsed down between the two men, her chest
heaving temptingly as she tried to catch her breath. Coyly she
turned her head to Auto and dared him, "Joxie sure knows how to
give me what I need...think you've got what it takes, Stinky?"
That was certainly a challenge Auto was not about to pass up. "The
question, my dear Meg, is can you handle what I've got?" With
that, he began a very careful, slow exploration of her body, as
he'd been thinking about doing for days. From her soft, tender neck
to the even more tempting softness of her chest, he kissed her and
sampled the sweetness of her flesh, taking his time along the way.
She sighed in a particularly pleasing way as he drew one dark
nipple into his mouth, pulling on it and nibbling it lightly with his
teeth. It stiffened immediately under his attentions, and soon she
was urging him on to give her other breast similar treatment.
Then, it was on to her stomach, which caused her to giggle as he
tickled her--mostly unintentionally--with his moustache. "Stinky!
Don't do that!" she said with a playful growl, trailing her fingers
through his hair.
"Then stop calling me Stinky," he said, slipping a hand between
her legs to probe her moist netherlips. His fingers teased her clit
and her giggles turned to a moan. Her musky scent called to him,
drawing him still lower until he was nuzzling the dark curls, right
above her clit, feeling her growing tenser and more ready for him
with each passing second.
He glanced up to find Joxer not lying idly by any longer, taking
care to continue to tweak and play with Meg's nipples now that
Autolycus was otherwise occupied.
"Oh gods, somebody fuck me," she sighed. "You two are gonna
make me crazy!"
Joxer smirked at Auto. "Demanding little vixen when she wants
to be, isn't she?"
"Mmm, so I see. But what the lady wants, the lady should get,
don't you think?" With that, he lifted her bottom up slightly to gain
better access and let himself taste her, flicking her small pleasure
nub with his tongue as she gasped in delight. He was nearly
ready to take her but wanted to make sure she was truly ready
for him first. The way she was urging him on, he didn't figure that
was going to take very long at all.
"Talk about tasty treats," he remarked, then went back to tonguing
her most sensitive spot until she was swearing him out to fuck her.
The woman knew curse words that were new to even the well-traveled
Pulling himself up, and now teasing her clit with the tip of his
erection, he asked her, "Promise not to call me Stinky again?"
"I promise St--Autolycus. C'mon Auto, baby, give it to me!
Damn, but she looked like Xena. Gazing down at her like this, all
naked and sweaty and full of need, the similarity between the two
women was almost distracting. Well, he didn't know for
certain that Xena had a body like this, but her skimpy armor didn't
leave that much to the imagination. He wasn't sure he could ever
imagine Xena looking at him with quite the lascivious stare Meg
was giving him, though. He wasn't sure he ever wanted Xena to
look at him like that.
No, Meg would do just fine, thank you very much.
With a quick, confident thrust, he plunged into her warmth, feeling
what little blood was left in the rest of his body joining the bulk of
it already in his groin. She was so ready, so hot...like an
oven, he imagined, with what little coherent thought he could
manage. "Damn," he swore between sharp breaths. "Joxer, you
lucky son of a bacchae...you've got this hot number...any time you
"That's my Meg," Joxer boated proudly, stroking her hair and
peppering her neck and cheeks with soft kisses. "Aren't you glad
you decided to join us?"
"Glad...that's...one way to put it."
He was able to sustain himself longer this time than the first, which
was a good thing considering Meg was quite a demanding girl who
wanted nothing less than a long, hard fuck out of him. When he
finally felt her muscles clenching around him, her body bucking as
she gasped out his name--"Auto," this time, at least she seemed to
be learning--he finished himself off in short order, driving deep
into her repeatedly, and then in one final intense thrust. He felt the
last bit of his energy slip away as his seed spilled into her, this
second climax leaving him gasping, shaking, utterly and
completely spent and satisfied.
He collapsed down on top of her, savoring the feel of her soft body
beneath him as he kissed her full lips, her body quivering with
aftershocks of her orgasm. As he then rolled onto his side, he felt
Joxer's arms slip around his waist from behind. Just in a gentle
embrace, not in an urgent, needful way. It felt strange for a
moment, then, oddly, Auto realized it felt quite nice. He didn't
normally go for the cuddling thing after sex, but what had just
happened between the three of them was so good, he truly felt like
savoring the moment.
Meg let out a contented yawn and snuggled up against his front. "I
feel like the luckiest gal in Greece right now, bein' here with my
Joxie and you, Sti--Autolycus."
"Me too," Joxer agreed from behind Auto. "I mean, I feel like the
"I feel like the most exhausted guy," Auto put in, the double-
whammy he'd been treated to leaving him more than ready to catch
a little shut-eye, then he added, "and pretty lucky."
"Mmm, I'm glad, Auto," Meg said. "So are we all, y'know,
forgiven and everything for what we did to ya before, with the
baby and everything?"
"Oh yeah. Whatever," he mumbled. He really couldn't care less
about any of that now.
Not much later, the three all drifted contentedly to sleep, entwined
in each others' arms.
"She did a good thing, helping the King as she did. How surprising
that it would take a simple tavern girl to set things right after all
"It was for only selfish reasons, Athena. She wanted a baby, and
so she stole the King. She knew nothing of the secret of who he really
"Whatever her motivations, she deserves some reward, I think. She
strongly desires a child, you say?"
"Indeed. I've heard her prayers for one for years, but it was not
within my powers to grant her wish without proper reason."
"Well, I think we have sufficient reason now, don't you agree?"
"Hmm. And the father?"
The god considered the two choices before her carefully. "Tough
call. Which one do you favor?"
Soon after they came to a decision.
Autolycus awoke with a lazy stretch the next morning, the
unexpected feeling of another body draped against him startling
him for a moment. Meg was nowhere to be seen, but Joxer still lay
there, sound asleep at his side.
Joxer. Who would've guessed? He seemed a surprisingly adept lover
for someone who seemed so inept at everything else, though Auto
hadn't had a full chance to sample what the kid had to offer. Yet.
Autolycus found himself growing hard at the thought that he was
lying here naked with Joxer, remembering the sensation of this
man's lips wrapped around his cock...the look in his eyes as he'd
done so that had hinted perhaps at something more than simple
lust...? Or had he been imagining that in his still-sleepy haze?
A few minutes passed and he felt Joxer stirring against him as
well--and an increasing hardness announcing itself against
Auto's side. The thief decided that turnabout was fair play, after the
way Joxer and Meg had snuck up on him last night while he'd been
sleeping. He slowly turned himself around until he was facing the
other man and brushed his lips against Joxer's. Joxer sighed softly
but didn't awaken. Auto was more insistent the next time, and
slipped his tongue into Joxer's mouth as he let his hands explore
the naked body alongside his own as he had not had the chance to
do the night before. Now Joxer began to respond, his own tongue
meeting Auto's, tasting, exploring...his hands starting to move
about over Auto's chest and sides...
And then he pulled back, eyes fluttering open to meet Auto's with
some apparent surprise.
"Mornin'," Auto said.
"Something wrong?" the thief asked at the rather odd look he was
receiving from the younger man.
"No! No. I...didn't know you'd still be here."
"Well, I just woke up myself, and I don't have anywhere else I
need to be. You?"
"No, can't say that I do..." Joxer trailed off as Auto slipped a hand
lower against the other man's body, sampling the feel of his cock.
"Mmm," Joxer managed with a shiver.
"That feels good?"
"Yeah. Real good. I'm just...surprised. I thought..."
"Well, I knew you wanted to be with Meg. Didn't think...you really
wanted to be with me, too."
"Guess I surprised both of us, then." He really is kind of cute,
Auto found himself thinking, though he couldn't quite put a finger
on why. If the man could go around naked all the time, instead of
wearing that foolish armor...well at the least maybe Auto could
pick out some better attire for him. Stealing some good armor
wouldn't be too much trouble. "Meg won't get mad at you if I,
well...spent a little time gettin' to know you better this morning,
"Mmm. Dunno," Joxer answered, but with a wicked smile he
added, "But if she does, let me tell you, she's really good at dishing
"Oh, ho, I'll, um...take your word for it," Auto said, deciding he
wasn't quite ready to go there. He leaned in for another kiss, this
time finding Joxer responding eagerly to him, urging him on.
They took their time, Joxer obviously more relaxed now that he
seemed certain that the thief really wanted to be with him. After a
time, Autolycus recalled the vials of oil on the dresser near the bed
and was inspired. "Got an idea," he murmured to Joxer.
Joxer raised an eyebrow but looked rather pleased at the
suggestion. That wasn't exactly what Autolycus had in mind...for
now...but at least he knew he probably wouldn't face any resistance
to the idea later.
"Now, let's see..." Auto sat up and reached for one vial, lifting the
top to sniff the contents. This first one smelled like vanilla.
Pleasant, but not what he had in mind. "Nope, how about...this
one..." The second was too flowery. He might try it on Meg later,
though. But the third, "Ah...this is more like it." The scent of
cinnamon and other strong spices filled his nose. "This one seems
like you," Auto declared, then he straddled the young man's hips
as he dripped some of the scented oil onto Joxer's back.
"Oh!" Joxer jumped a little as the first drops fell. Then, "Ooooh,"
he groaned appreciatively as Auto began massaging the oil across
the prone man's back and shoulders.
"Yeah, thought you might like that..." Auto answered with a grin.
The oil glistening on Joxer's pale skin was a terribly enticing sight.
The kid had skin that would make most women envious and was
certainly pleasing to this man's touch.
Trying to find out a bit more about his new pair of lovers as he
worked, Auto asked, "So what's the deal with you and Meg,
anyway? I gotta say, you two have a somewhat...unusual
relationship going on here."
"We're friends. Good friends. It...doesn't really go much beyond
"You could've fooled me."
"I mean, besides sex. I like her, a lot, you know?"
"Huh! Who wouldn't?"
"Actually, a lot of people. They look down at her because of the
life she's led, the things she's had to do to get along and survive.
They don't understand that she's got a good heart, too. She never
makes fun of me or puts me down, even when I screw up. I like
that, 'cause not many other people ever treat me that way."
"Sounds like all the ingredients for life, love, and happily ever after
"Maybe. I dunno. I think in a way we do love each other. We're
just not, you know, in love. I want her to find someone who can
really do right for her, someday. Better than a screw-up of a
'hero' like me can do."
"Well, listen buddy, I think a gal like Meg could do a lot worse
than a guy like you. You don't hear me complainin' right now
either, do you?"
"Sorry, you got a muscle knot right there...better?"
"Good," Autolycus answered. He wasn't having a half-
bad time himself.
After a while, he shifted back, so he was resting lower over Joxer's
thighs and he could take the younger man's firm backside in his
hands. "Now here's a nice handful." Joxer moaned and squirmed
suggestively, lifting his ass as best he could with Auto holding him
down. The invitation was clear, especially when Auto let one
finger slide between Joxer's cheeks, finding the puckered opening
"Autolycus..." Joxer sighed.
"You like that?"
He heard Joxer suck in his breath as Auto slipped the oil-slickened
finger into the opening. "Oh gods, yes, Auto..."
"What do you want, Joxer," Auto asked, his finger teasing in and
out of Joxer's tight opening. "Hmm?"
"I want you...to fuck me. Please, Auto. Want you...inside me..."
"I think that can be arranged," the thief agreed, taking only a
moment to reach for the vial once more to sufficiently lubricate his
ready cock. "Roll over," Auto insisted, after kissing his
way across Joxer's shoulders. "I want to see your face when I'm
Joxer readily accommodated his wishes, rolling back over and
lifting his legs, which Autolycus grasped for support as he
carefully eased the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle.
Joxer's eyes widened, his mouth open in a stifled "Oh!" as the thief
slowly worked his way in deeper.
"Oh, nice..." Autolycus hissed. "Gods, you feel good." If Meg had
been an oven, enveloping him in her warmth, Joxer was like a
volcano, the heat almost threatening to melt him to his core. It had
been a long time since he'd been with a man like this, and he
couldn't remember it ever feeling this good before.
"You feel...incredible," Joxer sighed, arching up and trying to urge
Autolycus even further inside him. "Gods, don't stop
that...yes...take me hard and don't stop..."
Auto had no intentions of stopping now. The King of Thieves gave
Joxer what he wanted, thrusting in to the very base of his cock,
over and over, reveling in the heat and the animal passion of man-
on-man sex. He lost himself in Joxer's depths, his eager body, in the
dark pools of his eyes that held his own gaze without waver until
the man was overwhelmed with the pleasure Autolycus gave him. His head
jerked back against the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as he
gasped out Auto's name, and soon his cock spurted and covered his
stomach with his come.
It was too much; simply feeling and watching Joxer come beneath
him pushed Autolycus over the edge soon after. If possible, he
swore he almost blacked out for a moment, because the next thing
he was aware of was lying down in a tight embrace with the other
man, holding each other through the still-pulsing tremors of
pleasure coursing through their bodies.
"I think..." Auto breathed shakily... "I must've died and gone to
"Does that mean you'll be sticking around for a few more days?"
Joxer asked wryly.
"Hmph! You just try and stop me."
Meg had arisen at dawn, surprisingly early for her considering the
late hours she kept--and the rather exhausting night she'd just
enjoyed. Her stomach had been doing flip-flops and she
couldn't sleep any longer, and she didn't want to disturb the two
men who seemed definitely in need of a little more rest. Maybe
some time alone together too, she'd mused with a grin. They'd both
been so good to her last night, and she knew her Joxie wanted a
chance to get to know Stink--Autolycus better.
Therefore, she'd gone outside to catch a little fresh air, and figure
out why she was feeling kind of under the weather. She hadn't
eaten anything unusual yesterday, nor even had too much to drink.
Though the night's activities had been strenuous, she couldn't
fathom why it should be making her feel ill this morning.
Unless it was the dream...a strange one it had been. She had
recalled it hazily when she'd awakened. The two women hovering
over her bed, talking about her, talking about how badly she wanted a
child... Why, if the healer hadn't told her years before, after she'd
lost her first and only child, that she'd never get pregnant again,
she'd almost think she was feeling a touch of morning sickness!
But that was impossible...
[To be continued...?]