Disclaimer: Hercules and Iolaus are the property of Renaissance and Universal (amongst others), Areia is not. We are just borrowing the boys for the purpose of this story and will return them as we found them when finished ...


REWARDS

by Tyndara


The huntress watched as Iolaus swam in the pool. He found the cache of soaproot growing near the waterfall and took some, using it to clense himself and keeping some for Hercules' use later. He stood under the waterfall to wash his hair and her fingers itched, wanting to do it for him. Wanting to touch that golden body. She sighed. It would never happen. Iolaus belonged to Hercules, heart and mind, body and soul. She would have to be content with watching him.

Finishing his bath, he lay on the bank of the river in the sun, drying off. She continued to sit on the high ledge and watch him. Her eyes drank in the perfection of his body. His muscled chest, strong arms, flat abdomen. She squirmed as she imagined running her hands over him, of kneeling before him and taking his cock into her mouth...*Enough, Areia! The man's taken, quit wanting what you'll never have!* She shook her head.

Sudden movement to one side caught her attention. As she turned to look, something huge and black hurtled at Iolaus. Startled, he turned to meet the attack at the last second. Areia grabbed her bow, but couldn't get a clean shot. She pulled her knife and leaped from the ledge.

Iolaus had sensed the danger at the last second, and he managed to get his hands up in time to keep the slavering jaws away from him. He screamed as he felt the creature's claws dig into his shoulders and slash across his chest.

Hercules heard a snarl, then Iolaus screamed. He ran as fast as he could, arriving in time to see Iolaus grappling with a huge, sleek, black mountain cat. It reared back and hit Iolaus in the face, in the same instant that something hit the cat and knocked it away from him.

Iolaus thought he was going to die, and when the cat slapped him, pain exploded through his head and his vision blurred and darkened ominously. Then the weight of the cat was gone and he curled on his side. Hercules must have gotten there in time. He struggled against the encroaching darkness, not wanting to pass out.

As Hercules watched, Areia drove her knife over and over into the cat's neck, until it lay still. He ran to Iolaus, who was curled on his side, moaning in pain.

"Iolaus! Iolaus, let me look. Please, love, I have to look."

As Areia knelt on Iolaus' other side, he slowly uncurled. The cat had raked his chest and upper arms badly, there was blood all over him, including running down his face from a deep scratch over his right eye. His eyes were unfocused, from pain and the blow the cat had dealt him. "Get him back to your camp. I'll get some herbs I saw near here to clean those wounds with. Do you have something to heat some water in?" She took off a leather pack that was slung over her shoulders and shoved it into Hercules' hands.

Hercules nodded, lifting Iolaus into his arms. "Yes."

"Good. There are bandages in the bag. Go."

Areia returned a few minutes later with a handful of leaves of self-heal, as well as mug-wort. She gave the mug-wort to Hercules to steep and turned to Iolaus, who was trembling with the effort not to make any sound of pain. Areia took her pack and brought out some bandages. Areia brushed Iolaus' hair back and smiled at him. "Hey. The name's Areia. If I promise to be really gentle, can I clean these wounds?" Iolaus looked at her and nodded. "Great. Don't worry. It won't hurt. Will it, Herc?"

"She has a gentle touch, Iolaus." Hercules knelt beside his love, holding his hand.

Areia stroked Iolaus' temple. After a moment, his eyes half-closed and he relaxed. "He won't feel anything now." Hercules only nodded. Iolaus didn't make a sound as Areia gently cleaned the wounds with the mug-wort tea. Once she was satisfied that the wounds were clean, she beat the leaves of the self-heal and steeped them for a few minutes, then placed them over the wounds. When she was finished, she again massaged his temple.

He blinked at her. "Wow."

Areia smiled. "Lie still and rest, Iolaus. You'll be fine." Areia pulled Hercules to one side. "The cat was mad, Herc. It should be burned." Her eyes searched his. You'll have to watch Iolaus for the next couple of weeks, you know that."

Hercules smiled. "I know. He was only scratched. It didn't bite him. He'll be fine."

"Ok. Watch him, I'm going to see if there's anything around we can give him for the pain. Some of those 'scratches' are deep."

Iolaus looked at Hercules as he sat down beside him. "Who is she, Herc?"

"One of Ares' daughters. No one knows who her mother is. She was only a couple days old when he showed up with her. Aphrodite adopted her and has raised her as her own, tho it's speculated that her mother was mortal." He grasped Iolaus' hand as he winced in pain. "Is it bad?"

"Just my left shoulder. Feels like he ripped it up pretty bad."

"He did. Areia went to see if she could find something to give you for the pain. Just hang in there." Hercules lifted him into his arms and held him, stroking his face.

Areia returned with mullein flowers, from which she made a tea to give Iolaus. It helped the pain, but it was also a sedative, and put him to sleep. As he slept, Areia took a better look at his wounds and decided to stitch a couple of deep slashes in his shoulder. She cleaned all the wounds again and applied poultices to draw out any remaining poison. She was pleased to note that the scratch over his eye, while it had bled a lot, wasn't as deep as she had thought, and probably wouldn't even leave a scar.

Areia watched Iolaus sleep, cuddled against Hercules' chest, and shook her head.

"What?" asked Hercules.

"If I didn't know better, after what happened yesterday, I'd swear Hera was behind this."

"What happened yesterday?" Hercules asked in alarm. Iolaus hadn't told him about anything happening to him.

Areia shifted. "Oh, yeah. You were...distracted."

"Oh?" Hercules raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Well, see, Hera was in a snit yesterday and sent one of her Archers after Iolaus, while he was...um...waiting for you. I kinda interfered."

"Kinda?"

"Ok, I punched her out and cut her bowstring before she could hurt Sweetcheeks. Mom had heard Hera give the order and she sent me to do something about it." Areia grinned. "Boy, it felt good to hit that woman! I can't stand those archers, they're so smug and superior. Anyway, when I looked around, you had arrived on the scene and, uh, I figured you had the situation well in hand...so to speak...so I split."

Hercules was looking at her with the ghost of a smile on his face. "Did you, now?"

"I swear, Herc, I left! I went to Thrace, Daddy's got an army gathering, and I went to check out his new protege, and see if I could help, I really wanted to go to Macedonia, but Daddy said no because he's afraid I'll burn their capital again and...."

Hercules chuckled. "Alright, I believe you, Areia! Thank your mother for me, for looking out for Iolaus."

"Hey, he's cute, what can I say? It was a definite pleasure." She looked at him and sighed. "You wouldn't give him up for just one night, would you?"

"And have your father after him from now to eternity? No way, war-child."

Areia sulked. "And after I just saved his life, too," she mumbled.

"He wouldn't go for it. He looks at other people, sure, but he's faithful to me, just like I am to him."

"I know." She kissed Hercules' cheek. "Take care of him. I gotta go, it's gettin' late, and I promised Mom I'd visit the brat."

"Harmonia?"

"You know another brat?" She winked at him, touched Iolaus' face, and vanished.

Hercules shook his head. "Well, at least she's on our side, Iolaus." He hugged the hunter close, drawing a blanket over them both and eventually nodding off himself.

Iolaus was irritable the next day, but his wounds were all clean, none of them looked like they were becoming poisonous. Hercules cleaned them again, as gently as he could. Iolaus laid his head back, closing his eyes. He enjoyed the feel of Hercules' hands on him, even tho the pleasure was mixed with the pain of his wounds. He breathed in the scent of his lover as he leaned close to him. He smelled like the forest after a cleansing spring rain, fresh and pure. That brought a smile to his lips, because his love was, in many ways, a pure, innocent soul, yet in others, he was anything but. Hercules finished tending Iolaus' wounds and stretched out beside him.

"What has you smiling so devilishly?" he asked in Iolaus' ear, an arm circling his waist, thumb absently caressing his hip.

Iolaus looked at him. "I was just thinking about you." He touched Hercules' chest. "What I'd like to do to you, if I just weren't so stiff and wrapped in all these bandages."

"Only a few days, love. We both know you heal fast." He leaned over and touched his lips to Iolaus'.

Iolaus threaded his fingers into Hercules' hair. Hercules was careful as he caressed Iolaus' body, avoiding his bandaged chest and moving down to his stomach.

"Herc," Iolaus breathed into his mouth. "Please."

"Sshh. Just lie still. Let me take care of you. Let me pleasure you."

Iolaus relaxed, lying back on the blanket. Hercules grasped his wrists and gently moved his arms over his head, mindful of his injuries. He slowly moved his hands down Iolaus' arms, across his shoulders to his neck, leaning down to kiss the hollow of his throat and his neck. One hand went to his hair, caressing his curls. "I love your hair, Iolaus. It's so soft, like a child's." His other hand slid down Iolaus' body to caress his stomach and hips. "Just like your skin. How do you do it? How do you manage to be so hard and so soft at the same time?"

"Clean living?" He gasped as Hercules' hand slid under the waistband of his trousers.

Hercules pulled his hand free a moment later and sat up. He undid Iolaus' belts and his codpiece. He pulled Iolaus' boots off, then pulled his trousers off, kissing and caressing each inch of flesh revealed, until Iolaus was writhing with need. "Herc!" he gasped.

Hercules moved up to lie beside him, caressing his face and kissing him until he'd calmed a bit. "Sshh. I will take care of you, Iolaus," he whispered against his lips. He ran his tongue over Iolaus' lips, then captured them with his as his tongue snaked into Iolaus' mouth, enjoying the taste that was uniquely Iolaus.

Neither man was aware that they were being watched. Areia had returned, wanting to make sure Iolaus was really alright, and bringing some good news to them, as well. But she arrived just as Hercules was beginning to caress Iolaus and the sight of the two men had enthralled her. She stayed in the shadows so that Hercules wouldn't know she was watching. Iolaus moaned, his hands sliding up Hercules' arms. Hercules got his hands and pressed them to his sides, holding them there until he was sure Iolaus wouldn't move them again. He kissed Iolaus' jaw, nibbled his earlobe, then kissed his throat, stopping over the pulse in his neck. He sucked and nipped this spot until Iolaus whimpered. Chuckling, Hercules continued to kiss and caress Iolaus' body, stopping long enough to thrust his tongue into Iolaus' belly button and swirl it around until Iolaus was moaning, clenching and unclenching his hands at his sides, head thrashing

He giggled as Hercules lightly ran a hand down his side, moaning as he slid it over his hip and down the inside of his left thigh, avoiding Iolaus' erection. Hercules kissed and nibbled his way down to Iolaus' groin, as his hand caressed the inside of his right thigh. He slanted his kisses to take him over Iolaus' right hip, his hand sliding up his thigh and just brushing his scrotum. Iolaus arched his back, wanting Hercules hand on him so badly, he couldn't stand it. "Herc! Please!" he begged.

Hercules leaned back slightly, looking at him with a smile. Iolaus was awash with feelings. Hercules' light touch, with both lips and fingers, punctuated by the nips with his teeth, were driving him wild with need. He needed Hercules to touch him, to suck him, to make him come. He wanted to feel Hercules inside him. He *needed* to feel Hercules inside him, to know that he belonged only to Hercules!

"Herc!!"

Hercules chuckled and ran the tips of his fingers up the underside of Iolaus' straining erection. He circled the head with one finger, just a light, feathery touch. He leaned down and licked at the weeping tip. Iolaus almost screamed as he slid the tip of his tongue into the slit in the end, then suddenly he was engulfed in his lover's hot, wet mouth. Hercules' tongue caressed Iolaus' cock as he sucked, drawing him steadily deeper and deeper, until he was taking all of Iolaus into his mouth, deep-throating him. He began to hum, and this time Iolaus did scream, yet somehow managed not to come. Hercules' head moved slowly up and down on Iolaus' shaft. One hand was caressing his balls, rolling them between his fingers, while the other was caressing his belly, a finger dipping into his belly button to swirl around it lightly. He knew Iolaus wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He slid the hand caressing his balls under the hunter, between the cheeks of his ass, to brush his anus. He teased the opening, circling it, stroking his fingers across it. He felt Iolaus stiffen, heard him give a strangled gasp as his hips bucked, and then was drinking him, swallowing as much of his cum as he could.

Iolaus hadn't been able to hold on any longer. The climax that washed over him was so intense, his vision went grey at the edges and he thought he was going to pass out. He literally saw stars as his body bucked and he emptied himself into Hercules' mouth.

Iolaus went boneless under him. Hercules glanced at him and grinned to see Iolaus staring at the sky, panting, too spent to move. Hercules sucked him dry and licked him clean, then moved up to kiss him.

Hercules brushed Iolaus' sweat damp hair back. "You ok?"

Iolaus' eyes cut to his. He swallowed. "Herc..." His voice wavered and he stopped, taking a deep breath. "Hercules, that was incredible," he said softly. "I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life."

Hercules chuckled and bent to kiss him again. "I told you I'd take care of you," he whispered against Iolaus' lips.

Iolaus slid a hand up Hercules' chest, caressed his neck and stroked his cheek. "You always do," he answered, his love shining in his eyes. "But you...."

Hercules shook his head. "No. Not this time. This was for you, love. You should rest now."

"But...."

Hercules put a finger over his lips to silence him. He shook his head again, stroking his thumb over Iolaus' luscious lips. "Not right now, Iolaus. I can wait." Hercules pulled Iolaus against him.

Iolaus sighed, laying his head against Hercules' shoulder. Lethargy slowly stole over him and he yawned, then snuggled against Hercules. Hercules stroked his hair and he slowly fell asleep.

Areia was leaning against a tree, out of sight of the two men, biting the palm of one hand to keep from crying out loud. Just watching Hercules pleasuring Iolaus had driven her wild and when he climaxed, so did she, the force of her orgasm sending her to her knees. She was stunned. That just watching them should be so erotic, could make her come...what would it be like to join them, to watch them couple? She smiled wickedly.Hercules jerked his head up a while later, aware that he had fallen asleep and that someone was there. He looked around, to see Areia had returned, and was tending something in a pot over the fire. She smiled at him.

Hercules saw that he and Iolaus were covered with a blanket and blushed, for Iolaus was still nude. Hercules hadn't undressed before, for the same reason he hadn't allowed Iolaus to touch him, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist burying himself in that golden body. Iolaus was still sound asleep. Hercules gently laid him down, tucking the blanket around him and smoothing his hair back, then moving to the fire.

"What are you doing?" he asked curiously.

"I thought the two of you might appreciate a hot meal. I got a deer earlier. Gave most of it to a widow who lives near here, she's got two young sons to feed, but I kept a haunch for you guys. I buried it under the fire to roast, wrapped in bay leaves. It should be ready soon."

"So what's this?" Hercules sniffed the pot.

"I got some stuff from Asclepius to use to really clean Iolaus' wounds with. It'll help them heal faster, too. He came and got the cat, you know, and dissected it." She grimaced.

"Yuck." Hercules laughed. "What's the difference in that and butchering a kill?"

"I don't know, it's just different. When I butcher something, I don't look too close at its insides. Anyway, he said that it wasn't mad with the water sickness, but because it had been wounded and was starving, so Iolaus is in the clear."

Hercules kissed the top of her head. "Thank you, Areia. For saving Iolaus' life twice."

"No problem. Oh, Harmonia says hi and come visit sometime. And bring Iolaus."

Hercules shook his head. "What is it with him, anyway? Aphrodite, you, Harmonia, everyone just trips all over themelves wanting a piece of him."

"Just *look* at him, Herc! He's absolutely *beautiful*! The same things you love in him attract the rest of us, too." She sighed forlornly and turned pitiful, pleading eyes up to him. "Just one night?"

Hercules laughed. "Nuh-uh, war-child, you forget, I *know* you. You'd eat Iolaus alive."

"Is that so?"

"Oh, yes, that's so." Hercules cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her head up so he could look into her black eyes. "I remember, Areia. Do you? That bower near Aphrodite's temple in Tiryns, four years ago? Three days of the wildest sex I have ever had - with a woman," he qualified with a smile, caressing her throat.

Areia grinned evilly at Hercules. "I remember. How could I forget? I couldn't walk right for a week, you know. I thought you were gonna split me in two. Anyway, I seem to remember you enjoyed me eating you alive." She licked her lips.

"Yeah, well, Iolaus hasn't got the defenses I do."

"Oh? What are those defenses?"

"Areia, he's mortal. With your proclivities, you need a divine lover. Even I only barely survived you."

"I seem to remember leaving you in pretty good shape. Just very, very tired."

Hercules chuckled. "Riiiight. I wake up and you're just gone, not even a note. It's eighteen months before I see you again, at Zeus' party on Olympus, and you barely say two words to me. Keep your claws out of Iolaus, Areia, or I swear, I'll make you regret it."

"If you're going to talk about me, at least do it where I can hear you," Iolaus said sleepily. He sat up, sniffing, careful to keep the blanket around his waist. "What smells so good?"

"Roast venison, it'll be ready in a bit," said Areia. "Asclepius gave me some herbs to use to really clean those wounds with, said they'd help heal you up faster. Will you let me?"

Iolaus nodded. Areia's touch was gentle as she undid the bandages, pulling them away gently. She bathed the wounds thoroughly and rebandaged them with clean strips of linen she'd brought with her, placing pads of soft cotton directly over the wounds.

"Do you always carry bandages with you?" Iolaus quipped.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I spend a great deal of time around battlefields and it comes in handy." She smiled. "There, all done."

"Thank you, Areia." Iolaus touched her cheek and smiled.

Areia sighed. "What the hell...." She leaned forward and caught Iolaus' lips with hers, kissing him soundly. To her surprise, he caught her head with his hands and kissed her back, his fingers thrusting deep into her thick black hair.

Hercules counted to fifty, then wrapped an arm around Areia's waist and lifted her away from Iolaus, setting her on the other side of the campfire. "I told you, *stay away from him*!" Hercules snapped. He walked over to settle himself beside Iolaus, who grinned at him.

Areia sniffed. "It was just a kiss," she muttered.

"Hey, Herc, she's almost as good as you."

Hercules scowled. He knew Iolaus was baiting him, and why. But he wasn't going to fall for this. Iolaus was hurt and not up to playing any 'games' tonight. "Don't even start, Iolaus. We are not going to go there," he said emphatically.

"But, big guy," he leaned over and nuzzled Hercules' throat, one hand caressing the inside of his left thigh. "You're so irresistable when you're jealous."

Hercules put a hand under Iolaus' chin and tilted his face up so he could kiss him. Forgetting Areia was there, he plundered Iolaus' mouth, leaving his lover breathless. But it was Areia who was left gasping. Both men looked at her as they heard her sharp intake of breath. "Gods...," she whispered. She was staring at them with eyes filled with undiluted lust.

Iolaus grinned and glanced at Hercules, who was looking at Areia with a puzzled expression. "Areia?"

Areia licked her lips. "Do you have *any* idea how erotic that was? Seeing you two together is a definite turn-on."

Hercules blushed and Iolaus chuckled. He pulled Hercules down to whisper in his ear. Hercules looked at his lover with upraised eyebrows. "I don't know...."

"Hercules, you said yourself that you two had the wildest sex you'd ever had with a woman. And I can see you're still attracted to her." He shook his head and held up a hand, cutting off Hercules' protest. "Sh. I am not jealous. I mean...I find her pretty tempting myself." He slid a hand into Hercules' tunic. "It wouldn't be like we were being unfaithful," he purred.

Hercules was looking at Areia, and beginning to stroke Iolaus' back. His imagination was conjuring very vivid images....Hercules suddenly had to kiss Iolaus again.

Hercules leaned back, one hand stroking Iolaus' neck. "Is this what you want?"

"Only if you do, too."

"Anything to make you happy." His eyes slid back to Areia, who was licking her lips. "And you're right. She is tempting. I've tasted before, and she is both very sweet and deliciously tart at the same time."

Iolaus chuckled and looked at Areia. He held out a hand while the other slid up into Hercules' hair.

Areia grinned and stood. She looked like a sleek mountain cat herself as she strolled to them, hips swaying. Hercules moved Iolaus' hair aside to nuzzle his neck. Ariea took Iolaus' hand and knelt in front of him, leaning forward to kiss him. His hands went to her neck and caressed her, sliding into her hair as her hands went to his shoulders. Hercules continued to enjoy Iolaus' neck and earlobe, sliding one hand up Areia's arm and down her back.

Areia felt as if she was drowning. Never in her life (and she was far older than Iolaus thought) had she been kissed as he was kissing her. He pulled her against him, molding her soft body to his hard, muscular one. Hercules moved behind Areia and brushed her hair back to kiss her exposed throat and around to the back of her neck, a spot he remembered as being one of her favorites to have kissed and sucked. Areia's hands were sliding up and down Iolaus' back. She moaned as Hercules kissed the back of her neck, then nipped her. She leaned back against him, her arms moving up to encircle his neck as she turned her face up for a kiss. He held her chin as he kissed her, delicately nibbling her lower lip. Iolaus was pulling her boots off and running a hand up her leg. Her short leather skirt and crop top quickly followed. She moaned as he cupped her breasts and lightly squeezed them. Areia wound her arms around Iolaus' neck as he kissed her, adoring the feel of his skin against hers. "Iolaus," she whispered as he kissed her throat, then turned to kiss Hercules. She watched the two men as Hercules' hands caressed Iolaus' shoulders and one of Iolaus' hands twisted into Hercules' hair. As they broke for air, Areia smiled. "Iolaus, Hercules is still dressed."

Iolaus looked at her, then at Hercules and grinned. They moved to either side of him. He looked from one to the other and gulped. "Uh-oh. I think I'm the one who's going to be eaten alive here," he said.They only chuckled wickedly and slid their hands under his jerkin, pushing it up and off. They kissed, sucked and caressed from his waist to his face. At one point, each of them fastened on a nipple and began to suck and lick, bite and tease. Hercules was reduced to a boneless, moaning heap.

As Iolaus caught Hercules' lips with his, Areia moved down to begin unlacing his boots and pulling them off. She massaged his feet with feathery touches, then joined Iolaus in undoing Hercules' trousers and getting them off him, each of them kissing and caressing from his hips down as more skin was revealed, until they finally pushed his trousers off and away
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Hercules caught Areia by the hair and pulled her up so that he could catch her lips with his and ravage her mouth as his hands caressed and squeezed her breasts, his fingers flicking her nipples until they stood erect. At the same time, Iolaus was kneeling between Hercules' legs, caressing his thighs, and finally his already hard shaft. He lay down on his belly and took it in his mouth. As his lips closed over the head, Hercules gasped into Areia's mouth. She kissed his jaw, back to his right ear, where she sucked and nipped on his earlobe as he caressed her breasts, moaning and squeezing in time to Iolaus' rhythm as he sucked Hercules' cock and played with his balls. Areia kissed and nibbled her way to the hollow of Hercules' throat. He threw his head back, moaning, one hand reaching down to tangle in Iolaus' curls, the other stroking Areia's back as she latched onto his nipple and sucked. When she nipped him, the feeling shot straight to his groin and he bucked against Iolaus, who lifted his head. He kissed his way up to Hercules' other nipple, then to his mouth. As their lips touched, Iolaus felt Areia's hand close on his cock. He gasped as she licked the head of his cock, then sucked it in. He thrust into her mouth, unable to stop himself.

Areia reveled in the taste of the hunter as she sucked him. One hand played with his balls, while the other was stroking Hercules' engorged cock. She whimpered as she felt Hercules fingers stroking her, then sliding into her, at the same time he was kissing Iolaus. She was already very wet. She shifted and spread her legs wider, pushing back into his hand. Hercules chuckled. "Iolaus," he moaned into his lover's mouth. He pulled Areia into his lap, her back against his chest. Iolaus bent to suckle and play with her breasts, while Hercules' free hand slid back between her legs. She threw her head back against Hercules' shoulder, moaning and whimpering with need.

Slowly, Iolaus kissed down Areia's belly. He got Hercules' hand and licked all of Areia's juices from his fingers. Areia whimpered watching him do it. Then he was spreading her thighs and lowering his head and she felt his breath on her clit, then his tongue, and Hercules was playing with her breasts again, her arms were around his neck and she was at their mercy.

Hercules watched Iolaus pleasuring Areia and growled. He laid Areia back on the blanket and knelt beside the two of them, his hands running over Iolaus' shoulders and back and down to his ass, caressing him, down between his legs to caress his balls and straining shaft. He looked around and reached over to take a small bottle of oil from Iolaus' pack. He coated his fingers and returned to Iolaus' ass. Parting his cheeks, he squeezed them gently and began to tease Iolaus' anus, inserting one oil-coated finger. When he felt him relax enough, another joined the first, then a third. Feeling Iolaus was ready and knowing that Areia was by the mewing sounds she was making, he patted Iolaus on the back of his shoulder and looked around at him.

Iolaus grinned, understanding immediately what Hercules was asking. He nodded. As he moved between Areia's legs, Hercules slid a hand around to caress Iolaus' belly and down to his cock. He stroked Iolaus' cock as he guided him to Areia's opening. Caressing Areia's right breast, running his thumb over the nipple, he leaned over and whispered to Iolaus, "Fuck her, Iolaus. Fuck her while I fuck you."
Iolaus turned and caught his lips in a searing kiss, then grasped Arei'as hips and thrust all the way into her. He held himself still to allow her time to get used to him. Hercules quickly coated his own straining cock and moved behind Iolaus. He pushed until he felt the head of his cock enter Iolaus, who pushed back into him, then thrust into Areia. It only took a moment to find a rhythm as Iolaus pounded into Areia and Hercules pounded into Iolaus.

Areia threw her head back and arched her back. Yes, this was what she had wanted. She could see Hercules pumping in and out of Iolaus, while Iolaus pumped in and out of her. The sight was incredible and she screamed as she came, arms flung wide, body arching and bucking. Iolaus thought he would go mad. Areia's internal muscles had clamped around him during her orgasm, Hercules shaft was repeatedly brushing that sweet spot inside him, and he couldn't hold out any longer, thrusting deep into Areia and spilling his seed. The tremors which tightened his own
body precipitated Hercules orgasm and he exploded deep inside the hunter.

As they lay in a sweaty, tangled heap afterwards, Areia looked from one man to the other. Hercules was kissing Iolaus' shoulder and stroking his arm. Iolaus lay on his side, his back against Hercules' chest, head propped on one fist, caressing Areia's belly and breasts while she ran her fingers across his lips.

"Gods, do the two of you know how incredible you look together?" she asked. "You're both so beautiful."

Hercules slid his arms around Iolaus' waist and pulled the hunter back against him, Iolaus' arms going around his neck as he turned his head for a kiss. Hercules looked at Areia. "Did you get what you wanted?"

"Oh, yes. I did." She purred, smiling at Iolaus. "If you ever want a break from him, just go to any of my mom's temples and call my name. I'll come."

Hercules laughed. "A break, Areia? What, no trying to seduce him away from me?"

"Oh, no, Herc. I wouldn't dream of it. See, I figure if I'm very, very good, and leave Iolaus alone, then maybe, just maybe, there might occasionally be a repeat performance of today."

"Basically, you're saying that if we ever want a woman, come to you," said Iolaus.

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. The two of you were made for each other, but there are going to be times when you won't be together, and you'll get lonesome. The two of you know you can trust me not to take advantage or think of it as anything other than a nice roll in the hay."

Hercules was nodding. "You haven't changed a bit, Areia."

"I should hope not."

Iolaus laughed and pulled Areia into his arms to kiss her. "Yep, she is definitly Dite's daughter, Herc."

"Mm-hm." Hercules was nuzzling Iolaus' neck again.A while later, as the two men slept curled in each other's arms, Areia quietly dressed. She hugged herself, her hands sliding down to pat her belly. "Thank you, Iolaus," she whispered. "You've given me a great treasure, to match the one Hercules gave me four years ago." She blew kisses at them and vanished. Neither man stirred, except to smile as they were blessed with pleasant dreams.

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