Anonymous - The Autobiography of a Flea, Book4

Bullpole smiled. “That sounds promising.”

“Greece offers its own brand of sensuality, my old friend. Spain hasn't the only franchise upon pleasure, if you'll permit the observation. Besides, there is a particular aspect to our island that I'm sure will fascinate you.”

“Really?”

The Greek nodded, swallowing wine. “Definitely. In fact, this aspect would require a man of your superlative virility since, quite frankly, no Greek is endowed with the sufficient sexual strength to attempt it without almost certainly losing his life.”

Bullpole leaned forward, interest coming to life upon his broad face. “That sounds intriguing! Just what is this deadly aspect that no Greek dares to attempt? Tell me about it!”

“Well, it's a traditional truth. You would probably regard it quite mistakenly as a mere legend – a fanciful story.” The Greek stroked his beard with a thoughtful expression. “Actually, it's as true now as it was in ancient times. She lives in the sea-caves still.”

“Who does?”

“The Mermaid.”

Bullpole roared with laughter. “Oh, come now! You really believe that such mythological creatures as Mermaids really exist?”

The Greek's face was solemn. “This one does, old friend. I can easily prove her existence for you by simply showing her to you.”

“I believe what my eyes can behold.”

“Then you will believe in her existence when your eyes behold her dangerous beauty – a beauty so ravishing that many men have lost their lives trying to possess her.”

“Possess a Mermaid?” Bullpole looked puzzled. “But I have always seen them depicted as being half fish. How can a man take a -”

“Falsely depicted, old friend. Real Mermaids are physically just like human females – with lovely legs and the usual delightful equipment between those legs – but bearing the ability to breathe beneath the sea. And since they are a lower class of immortals, they regard all human beings with a contempt that is murderous.”

“Is that a fact now?” Bullpole's expression had become amused again. Obviously he wasn't believing a word the grim-faced Greek was saying. “And just what makes this little Mermaid so fatal?”

“Because she knows – according to tradition – that should a human male ever succeed in sexually mastering her, possessing her with unusual endurance until she is weak with pleasure and must admit that she has been entirely seduced – all the treasures of the sea must be handed over to her seducer.”

Skeptical greed – but greed, nevertheless – lit Bullpole's pale gold eyes. “And she possesses the power to give all the sea's treasures to the man who takes her?”

“That's right. She cannot refuse anything he demands. When you think of the limitless riches hidden in the sea – gold and silver in sunken ships, fantastic jewels long buried in the sandy bottom – the mind is staggered by the realization of how wealthy that man would be, having seduced her and made himself owner of the greatest source of fortune on this planet. I see by your expression that you still doubt the veracity of this tale.”

“It sounds like a fairy story.”

“Well, it's not, old friend.” The Greek's voice lowered to a confidential murmur. “I've seen her. She does exist. I simply lacked the courage to gamble my life upon the strength of my balls and cock. I confess this to you in all confidence.”

Bullpole studied the Greek with steady and most penetrating seriousness. “Your confidence will be respected. I admit, while still having difficulty believing this fascinating account, that I should like to see this deadly creature with my own eyes. Perhaps I have the courage necessary to attempting her seduction. I know I possess the sexual endurance and strength.”

“Be not overly boastful, old friend. This is a serious matter whether or not you are able to fully comprehend and accept it.”

“I suppose so, but I should like to see this Mermaid. Perhaps the actual sight of her would enable me to accept the tradition.”

“Yes, that's reasonable.”

Bullpole lifted his glass. “Then, here's to a pleasant voyage, an invigorating visit to your native land and to the possible sight of the Mermaid!”

The Greek drank the toast with him.

“I will request but a singular stipulation,” said Bullpole smiling strangely. “That you accompany me when I enter the sea-caves in search of this unlikely Mermaid of legend or fact.”

“Oh, agreed, old friend!” The Greek grinned cheerfully. “I wouldn't think of sending you by yourself into that dank and unnerving place! Yes, I shall go with you most gladly.”

“Good. Then I look forward to the experience. If, as you claim, there is a creature there who is to be seduced – I anticipate the adventure with relish! My empire of holdings was not built upon timid hesitation.”

“You will see her. Whether or not you will be able to seduce her is another matter. I regard your courage with awe, old friend.”

Bullpole smiled, obviously flattered – a weakness of character that I had sensed in him from weeks earlier. If anything was to be his undoing, it would be his own ego. That and his appetites for power and carnal pleasure which were surely as immense as his bulk.

“We'll sail in a few days when the wind and tide has been forecast properly by my experts in the matter of travel.” Bullpole yawned. “Forgive my rudeness but I'm weary and must retire for a nap.”

“Of course,” murmured the Greek, starting for the doorway and giving me the chance to board him as he went by the beam upon which I sat. “Until later, old friend. I have a delicious matter of some overdue pleasure to attend in my own quarters – a darling young creature whose virginity I've been saving for just such an afternoon dalliance and this evening seems a fine time to have at the beauteous wench since my balls are brimming with aching juice!”

Stepping into another room leading to a main corridor, the Greek stopped – seeing his ancient magician silently stealing across a hallway without realizing the Greek was watching him.

“By the wrath of the gods!” muttered the Greek, his eyes narrowing. “That old schemer is not supposed to be in these apartments. He's up to something treacherous, I'll wager. Well, he's just signed his own death warrant quite unknowingly!”

Waiting until the elderly sage had vanished in the direction of Bullpole's most private chamber, the Greek continued on to his own suite – his face gradually smoothing out and losing the lines of rage and dark realization, and I knew the oldster was indeed doomed.

Shortly thereafter, stripped naked and lying expectantly upon his couch in a dimly lit room, the Greek smiled lewdly as an attendant brought a nervous-looking Iona to the couch, removed her thin gown and quickly departed – leaving the ripely curved girl and the hairy Greek staring at each other's nude bodies.

“You're quite beautiful, my dear,” crooned the Greek. “Lie down beside me. I wish to know you. And you shall have the honor of feeling your master's manhood -” he waggled his large and rigid penis at her playfully, “- within your untouched body for your first experience of human joy!”

Iona crept upon the couch, her eyes averted. She lay unresisting as the Greek's hands and mouth began fondling and kissing every portion of her lovely young flesh – gasping as the bearded lips closed over her cunt and quietly moaning while he sucked and slobbered.

“Take my shaft into your mouth, child!” he panted, momentarily lifting his head. “You may give me the same pleasure I'm giving you!”

Twisting around so her face was closer to his upright member, she went down upon it – daintily nursing its bulbous head and warty column, and the Greek launched into a frenzy of sucking between the lips of her organ as he suddenly came – his spasms driving him wildly until he was temporarily drained of both juice and lustful verve.