The Argive Ch. 086-090

"Argos?" she questioned. "What brings you all the way out here? Does it have to do with your city's fall?"

"Partly," answered Praxis. "I'm looking for my father, a man by the name of Evander. I haven't seen him since I was very young, and I heard that he was last in Messene."

"I don't think I've ever met anyone with that name," she replied. "It's not that common of a name either."

"Your answer is the same one I've been getting since I came to Messene," said Praxis with a sigh. "It's almost like he didn't exist at all."

"What's the other reason why you're here?"

"The war," he replied. "I thought I might warn King Nicomedes what's coming for him. Your people are right about the Spartans. They won't stop until they have the entire Peloponnese under their control. Messene is the only major city that exists outside of their sphere right now. It won't be long until they send their army here."

She gave him an odd look. "You seem very certain about this. Why is that?"

"I'm not just some random Argive," he replied. "I'm the stepson of King Damian of Argos. My brother, Xanthos, now sits on the throne as a puppet king. I've seen firsthand how the Spartans try to subjugate their enemies, and if I can save one state from that fate, I will."

She nodded slowly as she digested his answer. Finally, she spoke.

"Very interesting. I suppose I should let you meet my father after all. He might be very interested in talking with you."

Praxis raised an eyebrow. "What would make him so interested all of a sudden?"

"Because of who he is," she explained. "But first, let me tell you who he is. My name is Phaedra. I'm the only daughter of King Nicomedes of Messenia. And if you're willing, I can arrange an audience with him. Are you interested?"

Praxis had to remember to close his mouth. He started nodding slowly. "I'd be very interested in meeting him."

Chapter 88: Three is the new Two

Praxis found that once introductions were out of the way, Phaedra was a very easy person to talk to. For one, she wasn't that much younger than him, only being fifteen. Despite her youth, she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders (but that was excusing the circumstances of how they met).

"So how is it that King Nicomedes' only daughter can't walk around the city without being harassed?" asked Praxis.

Phaedra shrugged. "Most Messenians know who I am by sight but they wouldn't know me if my hood was up. That fat merchant back there, he would have probably realized if I lowered my hood."

"So why didn't you?" he asked. "Why suffer those circumstances any longer than you had to?"

"I might have if you didn't show up when you did," she replied. "I just didn't want word of what happened to get back to my father. He's already stressed enough. He doesn't need to add my foolishness to it."

"Hmm, well, you're lucky I was there," replied Praxis. "And I'd be happy to meet him. Of course, without telling him the true reason we came to meet."

Phaedra grinned at him. "I'd appreciate that very much. How do you feel about dinner tonight? My father and I usually eat by ourselves without any company. If you're willing, I'm sure we could accommodate you."

"Dinner sounds great," replied Praxis. "Is it okay if I bring two women with me? They are... friends of mine."

Phaedra raised an eyebrow. "Only friends?"

"Well, it's slightly more complicated than that," explained Praxis. "If that's too much, I can come by myself."

"No, bring your 'friends,'" replied Phaedra, loosely emphasizing the word. "I can always use a few extra women around our home. Ever since my mother died, our palace has been far too dark and grim. It could use some entertainment like it used to have."

"Good," replied Praxis, nodding his head. "Then I'll meet you there tonight? In a few hours?"

"Just as the sun starts to set," replied Phaedra. "I'll see you then."

"You sure you don't need an escort back to the palace?"

Phaedra started to laugh. "It's only a few blocks away. I'll be fine as long as I keep my hood down, I promise. See you tonight, Praxis."

He gave her a small wave and watched her go, mostly just to make sure she was safe. The last thing he wanted to do was start off any kind of working relationship with Nicomedes by letting something happen to his only daughter.

Truthfully, he was grateful to meet her, especially with that kind of timing. Of all the people to need help, it was Phaedra of Messene. And now he had an in with the king.

Praxis wondered if Nicomedes had ever heard of Evander? If it was someone who'd ruled Messene for some time, perhaps there was still hope yet?

Either way, he was thankful to get the audience and he rushed back to tell Lysandra and Zenais. As he arrived at their house, he found both women seemed to be waiting for his arrival. They were sitting together while facing the door, as if they'd just been waiting for him to walk through it.

"Er, hi," said Praxis awkwardly once he was inside. "Been waiting long?"

"Not that long," replied Lysandra as she grinned at him. "Any luck today?"

"Not exactly," he answered. "But that's another story. You two seem like you're up to something right now. Why are you looking at me like that?"

Indeed, they both wore predatory grins. Praxis thought for a second that they might just drag him to the bedroom but that didn't appear to be their intent.

"He gets so cute when he's nervous like this," Lysandra said to Zenais. "It just makes me want to kiss him."

Zenais giggled but remained silent.

"Okay, seriously, what is this about?" asked Praxis as he took a seat opposite of them.

"We need to have a little talk," replied Lysandra. "About us."

"About us?" asked Praxis as he gestured between him and Lysandra. "Or about all three of us?"

"All three of us," answered Zenais, speaking up for the first time.

"This doesn't sound good," he grumbled. "So what do we need to talk about?"

Lysandra turned toward Zenais expectantly. Praxis' eyes followed her until they settled on the blonde. Zenais seemed to be picking her words before she finally came out with it.

"I'm sorry I treated you so differently this morning," said Zenais finally. "I was a little cold with you today. Ever since last night."

"I can't say I didn't notice," he replied. "I thought you might have had some regrets about what happened last night."

"No regrets," said Zenais firmly. "Although it took a conversation with Lysandra to help me realize how I was feeling. You see, I don't have a lot of experience with men. I told you about my first time and how aggressive the man was. It turned me off from men for what I thought would be the rest of my life. That is, until I met you. Before last night, I assumed I'd never have a meaningful sexual experience with a man."

"But last night was meaningful for you?" asked Praxis.

Zenais smiled shyly. "It was more than meaningful. I loved it. I absolutely loved what we did."

"For the record, so did I," added Lysandra with a giggle.

"I just didn't know if last night would be the only time it might happen," continued Zenais. "And truthfully, it scared me. I thought I'd tasted something so good and I didn't know if I'd be allowed to have it ever again. You can say it put me down in the dumps."

"Last night was a great experience," said Praxis. "And I definitely want it to happen again. I'm going to defer to Lysandra though. She seems to be the one that set up this whole thing and I'm sure she has a plan even now." Praxis looked over at her. "You have a plan, don't you?"

Lysandra shrugged playfully. "Of course I do. I have a proposition for both of you. As long as Praxis is okay with it, I'd like to invite Zenais into our relationship."

Praxis' eyes went wide. Did he really just hear that? Did Lysandra really mean that?"

"For the record, yes I really meant that," said Lysandra with another giggle. "Zenais and I have been talking about this morning and I believe she's on the same page with me."

"You are?" Praxis asked Zenais.

Zenais nodded. "I am. I want this with you both if you'll have me. I want to be with you, Praxis. Romantically and sexually."

Praxis didn't even know how to respond. Here he was moments away from getting his ultimate fantasy and all he could do was gawk at Lysandra. "And you're okay with this?"

"As long as we set a few ground rules first," said Lysandra. "I think this could be a very beautiful thing but I want to make sure that no one gets hurt. We need to do this the right way. So let's get the rules out of the way."

"What's the first rule?" asked Praxis.

"Lysandra has seniority," blurted Zenais, which actually caused Praxis to start to laugh.

"Seniority? You mean because she was here first?"

Lysandra nodded. "Zenais and I talked about this before and we assumed it would be the most fair way to set things up. Because I was with you first, I will have the final say in what road our relationship takes. It's just a way to reward the fact that you and I have the most history together."

"And I don't mind that being the case either," added Zenais. "Like Lysandra said, it's only fair. I just want to make sure that I'm always going to have a say in what happens. And as long as you two can guarantee that, I'm fine with that rule."

"You'll never be ignored if that's what you're asking," joked Praxis.

Lysandra giggled. "Who could ignore someone like you anyway?"

Zenais turned red out of embarrassment.

"What's the next rule?" asked Praxis.

"Well, we've agreed that we only do what we feel is comfortable," said Lysandra. "So far, we've done a lot together, even to the point where we've had sex together but if someone doesn't want to have sex or isn't feeling it, they are allowed not to partake. This rule is more just for the sake of comfort. No one should be pressured into doing what they don't want to do."

"Agreed wholeheartedly," replied Praxis. "I really think that's already assumed."

"So did we but we just wanted to make sure," said Zenais. "The third rule that we came up with is no favoritism. We are all in this relationship together, and if someone starts to feel left out, it's a good way to see the relationship fall apart completely. Lysandra and I have agreed we're going to share you since you're the only one with the... well, the penis."

"Say cock, Zenais," added Lysandra with a laugh. "This isn't an anatomy lecture."

"Okay, fine,cock," said Zenais, saying the word slowly on purpose. "But that also means that you can't show favorites either, Praxis. You have to be with us on even terms, especially if that means we have to take turns on who gets to sleep with you which night."

"You really think it'll come down to who's sleeping with me every night?" he asked.

Both women gave him a look that said he ought to have known better.

Praxis couldn't help but grin. "Well, I guess I better start eating better. I'm going to need my energy."

"Yes, you most certainly will," replied Zenais, giving him a coy look.

"Are there any other rules that I should know about?"

Lysandra and Zenais looked at each other and shrugged. "That's all that we could come up with," answered Lysandra. "They could always change but I think the best rule is that we all make sure that the other two people in the relationship are satisfied and loved. As long as we meet that rule, I'm sure we can make this work long-term."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," added Zenais.

"I'm all in then," said Praxis. "I'm sure it's not much of a surprise to hear me say that but if you both want to be with me then I want to be with you. That's also not mentioning the fact that I still can't get the images of last night out of my head."

Both women started to laugh. "See what I was saying?" Lysandra asked Zenais. "Too easy. He was never going to turn this down."

"Well, you do know your man," replied Zenais.

"Our man," corrected Lysandra. "He's our man now. And I think I know just what I want to do to celebrate our new relationship."

Lysandra didn't give anyone the chance to ask the question before she stood up. Her hands went to the straps of her dress and she pushed them off her shoulders before she wiggled out of it. In a matter of seconds, she was stunningly nude, her nearly perfect body beckoning to be touched.

"Zenais, will you stand up please?" asked Lysandra sweetly.

Zenais did so but only after taking a moment to ogle her. When Zenais was on her feet, Lysandra pulled her men's chiton down off her body, releasing her magnificent tits and womanly curves.

With those actions, both women turned to face Praxis.

"I think we need to seal this deal by having you fuck both of us," said Lysandra. "Think you can make us both cum?"

Praxis couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. "Oh, hell yes!"

Chapter 89: The King of Messenia

"Oh, yes, Praxis! Right there! Right there please! Oh my gods!"

Lysandra moaned loudly as another orgasm wracked her gorgeous body. Praxis wasn't that far behind her, and he was enjoying the feeling of her pussy clenching around his cock while she came. What was also very enjoyable was the way he was making out with Zenais at the same time.

The blonde was sitting on Lysandra's face, gloriously nude and getting some very intimate attention to her clit. That is, shewas getting attention until Lysandra started to spasm with her orgasm.

"Please keep licking me," Zenais moaned to Lysandra, in between kissing Praxis.

Lysandra managed to recover enough to attend to Zenais, using her expert fingers and tongue to coax the blonde woman to her own orgasm. Zenais moaned in Praxis' mouth as she came, which was just sexy enough to trigger his own.

He let out a loud grunt as he filled Lysandra's body with his seed, not stopping his thrusts until he was sure that every drop landed deep inside her.

With all three of them utterly satisfied, they fell to the bed as they tried to catch their breaths.

"I was wondering if it would feel as good as it did last night," said Zenais, her tits still heaving with exertion. "You know, when we all had something to drink."

Lysandra was busy with Praxis' cum, painting streaks on her lower body of what had escaped her pussy. "Was it not as good as you remember?"

Zenais grinned. "It was better."

"Well, I'm happy I can satisfy you both," joked Praxis. "Because I'm completely spent right now."

Zenais started to whine. "Too spent to go again? Do you need some time to recover?"

Lysandra started to laugh. "He just came three times in the last hour, Zenais. I think the man has earned an hour or two of rest."

Zenais sighed playfully. "If you say so."

"You two are going to be the death of me, I swear," said Praxis with a laugh.

"Maybe," teased Lysandra. "But what a way to go!"

"She has a point," replied Zenais as she shifted her weight. "So what should we do tonight? I'm getting a little hungry from all this sex."

"I'm glad you brought that up because we already have dinner plans for tonight," said Praxis as he told them all about his encounter with Phaedra earlier.

"Wait a second, you met the daughter of the king of Messenia and you didn't think to tell us as soon as you got home?" asked Lysandra incredulously.

"Well, I thought to tell you," said Praxis. "It's just that you two distracted me with this new relationship talk."

Lysandra tapped his thigh. "Next time, you might want to lead with something like that. Even despite the situation."

"Can't fault me for getting distracted though, can you?" teased Praxis. "I mean, look at you two."

Lysandra beamed with a smile. "I guess you have a point. Well, I've checked my schedule and I don't have any plans for tonight. So I can definitely make dinner with the king."

Zenais rolled her eyes. "How magnanimous of you."

Praxis started to laugh. "Come on, let's get cleaned up a little. I'd rather not meet Nicomedes smelling like sex."

"That would be an interesting way to start off a meeting," quipped Lysandra as she rolled out of bed.

It didn't take long for the three of them to get ready, and they left their modest home right as the sun was beginning to set. The followed the most direct path to the king's palace, which was a much more modest affair than it was in Argos.

For one, the palace was about half the size of the one that Praxis grew up in, having a rectangular shape with an outer corridor that led to rooms all along the edges. In the middle was an open-air courtyard, where the king's gardens could be found. As small as the structure was, it was at least strategically placed on the highest hill in the city, giving it a commanding view of all of Messene.

Despite its small size, it still looked grim and foreboding from the outside, something the girls noticed right away.

"That's where he lives?" asked Zenais as they got closer. "It doesn't seem like a very cheerful place."

"I think it's the colors they used," replied Praxis. "Something about it just seems... sad. Phaedra did say that her mother was dead. Maybe it's just lacking a woman's touch?"

"I hope that's the case and not something else," muttered Lysandra. "Or else we might be excusing ourselves quickly to go back to the house."

Praxis couldn't help but agree as they approached the main entrance but his attitude quickly changed when he saw Phaedra waiting for them by the door. The young woman waved once she saw him, and Praxis couldn't help but have that feeling from earlier--that familiar feeling that he'd met her before.

"Hey, Praxis, thank you for coming," said Phaedra, greeting him with a polite hug. "These must be the two 'friends' you were telling me about, right?"

Praxis grinned and introduced Zenais and Lysandra to Phaedra.

"Friends is probably the wrong word to describe what we have now," said Lysandra as she greeted Phaedra. "Praxis belongs to us now. And we to him."

Phaedra smiled and looked at Praxis. "I can see what you meant earlier. Seems complicated."

"You don't know the half of it," muttered Praxis.

"I hope you're all hungry," said Phaedra. "Father and I have lots of food waiting inside. Come join us, will you?"

They followed Phaedra inside, walking along the inner corridor of the palace until they came to the main dining hall. The inside of the palace was just slightly warmer than the outside, which seemed to calm everyone's spirits until they arrived in the dining hall and came face to face with the king of Messenia.

To say that Phaedra favored her father's side would be an understatement. Praxis figured that if he cut off Phaedra's hair and gave her a hundred pounds of muscle, he would have Nicomedes of Messenia. The Messenian king was middle-aged, and he had gray hair at his temples but not much more on the rest of his head. His face had a weathered quality about it, usually indicative of someone who'd moved around a lot or experienced a great deal during their lifetimes.

Despite his tough exterior, his smile was friendly, and he stood up to greet his guests.

"You must be Praxis," said Nicomedes, not only shaking Praxis' hand but touching his shoulders to get a good look at him. "It is good to meet you. From the sound of things, I owe you a debt of gratitude."

Praxis gave a look at Phaedra before he answered the king. "What would that be for?"

"I told him what happened," interjected Phaedra. "About this morning. He wasn't happy about it at first but once I told him how you saved me, he was looking forward to meeting you."

"Oh, that," said Praxis, chuckling lightly. "It was nothing."

"It was a lot more than that," said Nicomedes more seriously. "You have my gratitude, truly. Now, will you please introduce me to your lovely women?"

Praxis did just that, and he found that Nicomedes was not only friendly but charming with Lysandra and Zenais, making them both smile with compliments as they soon sat down at the table.