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basking in the aftershock of the climax he had given her. Kalliope felt like trapped prey, laying there with his hulking frame standing over her. He took his thick, semi-hard cock into his hands and began stroking himself in long, languorous motions. A twisted smile played on his lips.
    “I’d tell you to take off your clothes, but I don’t think that’s possible,” he sneered, referring to Kalliope’s restraints.
    Kalliope gave him a dirty look, and she pulled again hopelessly at the ropes that were bound tight around her wrists.
    “No matter,” he purred, moving onto the bed and straddling her hips. He unknotted her delicate belt and placed it on the bed, before sliding her peplos up over her body. Kalliope felt the cool air on her tummy and breasts. Without warning, Spyro’s mouth was sealed over her nipple, he sucked her sensitive breasts with painful roughness as if he longed for the milk inside.
    Kalliope cried out in protest, writhing in pain, unable to fight back.
    Spyro chuckled, pulling the peplos over her head, and leaving it in a clump at her wrists.
    “That will do,” he decided.
    He brought his mouth to Kalliope, kissing her softly.
    “Kiss me back,” he growled.
    Kalliope refused, letting her mouth hang open in protest.
    Without warning, Spyro hit her hard, the cracking sound of his palm as it met her cheek echoed off the walls.
    Kalliope shrieked in pain and terror, her tears were beginning to come again.
    “Now kiss me!”
    Through her tears, Kalliope kissed Spyro, moving her lips robotically against his, and letting his tongue explore her mouth. Spyro moved on from her lips, kissing down her neck and across each of her breasts. He moved further south, kissing along her navel and finally his lips grazed her sex.
    The sensation was horrible and exquisite. Kalliope’s cry was one of pleasure and disgust, yet her thighs trembled from his hot breath and probing tongue. Spyro licked and sucked at her delicate folds, and finally, pushed his tongue deep within her slit.
    “Take it,” he breathed into her sex, “Feel my tongue fucking you. You know you’re enjoying it.”
    Kalliope cried out with pleasure. Before she knew what was happening, Spyro flipped her over onto her belly, and pulled her hips toward her face as he spread her legs.
    Her strangled cry of surprise only made Spyro laugh, and her body stiffened as he buried his face between her ass. His tongue licked at her pussy, yet it kept moving higher until he was tracing circles on her ass. It felt so amazing, and Kalliope cried out in anger at her own sick pleasure.
    Spyro continued to lick her, inching closer and closer to her forbidden entry. Kalliope froze when she felt him lick the puckered skin around her anus.
    “No!” she begged.
    Spyro ignored her, pushing his tongue into her anus, as his fingers pushed against her clit.
    The sensation was illicit and sinful...Kalliope wished that it were Damianos who was exploring these nasty places on her body.
    “And now for the main event,” came Spyro’s cold voice in her ear. Kalliope barely had time to think before Spyro was slipping his thick cock along her underside and into her pussy.
    “Agh!” Kalliope cried out, feeling Spyro possess her. He cried out with lust, driving into her with the force of an animal. He leaned over her back, fucking her hard and furiously, his groaning loud and rough in her ear.
    Kalliope focused on the emerald bracelet around her wrist, a gift from Damianos. She was desperate for Spyro to finish with her. She could hate herself later for enjoying Spyro’s sick fucking. She was so busy trying to ignore what was happening with Spyro that she didn’t realize that he had pulled out and was sliding his fingers in her juices and running them up to her anus.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, feeling the panic rise within her.
    Spyro said nothing, but continued to wet her behind. He moved his body against her backside, and pushed the tip of his swollen cock