Fiction: Glorious and Terrible (Penthesileia / Erinyes)

Hello my lovelies,

this is for a gift exchange where I received a story prompt, so I wrote lesfic about the Amazon Queen Penthesileia and the Erinyes / Furies. The prompt read:

"Something gay with Penthesilea and the Furies, swordplay encouraged if you feel up for it. Explicit."

I hope the person receiving the gift will be very happy with what I wrote for them 🥰

Glorious and Terrible

Warnings: Sword play, blood, the Erinyes' punishment is not exactly consensual

It had been an accident. One moment Hippyolyte had fought beside her, strong and ferocious. Penthesileia had hurled forward her mighty spear to attack but it was Hippolyote, her own sister, who was struck by the fatal blow. Grief and rage had overcome her and like her father Ares she had cut through the rows of opponents like a knife through soft cheese. But no matter how many men she slew, it didn't soothe the pain of her sister's death, by her own hand no less. Ares had appeared to comfort her after the battle, silently taking her into his arms as she cried. She didn't dare to face her mother.

"Come to Troy," Ares had told her. "I'll be there and the Trojans can use any help they can get. Fight with me, my beloved child."

Penthesileia had sobbed and nodded and soaked his cloak with her tears and now here she was, in her tent on the road to Troy. She tried to sleep but Hypnos avoided her yet again. The pale light of Selene fell through one of the flaps, painting a silver pattern on the ground. Penthesileia sighed. She turned away from the light, pale as it may be, and as she moved, the shape of a woman seemed to emerge from the shadows of her tent. Penthesileia sprang up at once, grabbing her sword.

"Who are you?" she barked, her sword raised. This was not the first attempt on her life, nor would it be the last.

"I am vengeance. I am fury." came the reply from the darkness. A light flickered and Penthesileia yelped in fright as she saw the whip of snakes in the grim hand of a woman whose hair was licking flames, burning as brightly as a torch. Her skin had an unearthly tint and her eyes were the ominous gold of a screech-owl. Bat-like wings rose from her back and spiked armour glowed in the firelight. She was clearly not human. But Penthesileia felt the warlike spirit of her father surge. Even the undying gods could be hurt. Her grip tightened around the hilt of her sword.

"Whatever you are, you are not taking my life."

Quick like a lightning strike she lunged forward and sunk her blade deeply into the unprotected thigh of her opponent. The creature hissed like a viper.

"Foolish mortal!" She pulled the sword from the wound as if it were nothing, dark blood staining the shiny metal. "Who do you think you are?"

Her whip cracked.

"I am Penthesileia, daughter of Otrere and Ares, Queen of the Amazons, ruler of Thermodon."

"Always those stuck-up brats from the loins of the Olympians." She spat on the floor. "But there is no escape from the Erinyes. Not even for you."

She grinned as she licked her own ichor off the blade. Penthesileia paled. An Erinys. Fuck. She must be here because of her slain sister.

"It-it was an accident!" she stammered.

"Your sister is dead because of you. Do you deny it?"

"No, but I- nobody cried more about her than me."

"Save your tears for the mortals, bitch." The Erinys' whip coiled around Penthesileia's neck like a snake. "I won't be swayed by them."

Penthesileia struggled for breath, the Erinys laughter ringing in her ears.

"You will rue the day you ever picked up a spear."

The goddess's words burnt hot against her skin. She lifted the sword that had wounded her, the bat-like wings spreading with excitement.

"Didn't you know that knives don't belong into the hands of little girls?" She placed the tip against Penthesileia's breast. "You could hurt yourself."

In a swift, smooth motion, the sharp blade cut through the cloth of the amazon's simple night garment, exposing her body to the Erinys' fiery gaze.

"Look at those tits," she jeered, "Don't the humans say you amazons cut one breast off?"

She pressed the cool metal of the sword against her breast, watching her chest rise and fall against the cutting edge. A drop of blood squeezed from the tiny gash.

"Shall we finish the job?"

She loosened the whip's grip on Penthesileia's neck, running a sharp fingernail over her cleavage leaving red marks.

"It was an accident!" the queen sobbed. "I never wanted her dead!"

"Doesn't matter to us." The Erinys' fangs gleamed in the torch light. "You're a murderer and we will haunt and punish you with unending pain and misery."

"Unless..." a voice came from the tent's entrance "...you atone for your crime and purify yourself."

Penthesileia saw a second monster, just as frightful as the one that had been tormenting her. She, too, held a whip, her gaze cool.

"Why do you have a sword, Alekto?"

"She attacked me with it," Alekto explained. "Can you believe it? Bloody god spawn!"

"Brazen." She turned to Penthesileia. "I hope you like pain. There will be plenty more of it."

Together, the Erinyes pushed her to lie down on her own bed. Penthesileia fought tooth and nail but they were strong. Too strong for a mortal. Alekto's sister picked up the sword, weighing it in her hand.

"I have to give it to you: your fighting spirit is strong. Stronger than your common sense." She put the blade to her neck, calm and unhurried. "No sudden movements now, Penthesileia. I would hate it if you cut your throat yourself."

"And we'll make that reeeeally difficult for you," Alekto promised, her claw-like fingers feeling up the amazon's thigh. Penthesileia gulped. There was no room for jumping or even jerking. The Erinys holding the blade grinned, her beautiful lips baring her fangs.

"Get a taste of Tartaros."

Alekto's hand roughly explored Penthesileia's body, leaving red streams on her delicate skin. She pinched and pricked her but Penthesileia remained unmoved. She didn't like pain, as the Erinys had put it, but she had a tolerance for it. And that seemed to vex Alekto to no end.

"Do you need help, sister?" her fellow tormentor eventually asked.

"Shut it, Megaira!"

"But you're doing it wrong." Megaira ran her fingers over her breast, making her shudder. "See?"

Pointed fingers pinched her teats, eliciting a moan. Oh fuck. She would have a hard time staying still like this indeed.

Alekto scoffed, but she followed her sister's lead. Penthesileia sighed as the Erinyes went down on her. Megaira kept holding the sword but Alekto's assault was relentless. She licked the cut on her breast, she bit her thighs until there were black and blue marks and she grazed her perineum with claw-like fingers. Penthesileia was leaking with anticipation at this point. Would she? Or would the Erinyes' torment be not giving it to her? As she agonised about it, Alekto spread her lips wide, a cruel grin on her face. Her flaming hair surged as she bent down, her pointed tongue ploughing through the slit. Penthesileia whimpered. She would get cut, wouldn't she?

"Mortals are so easy," Alekto sneered before pushing her tongue in with a ferocity that made Penthesileia gasp. Alekto wasn't one for half-measures, it seemed. Her tongue was thick and rough, her teeth sometimes grazing her lips. But it all blended into one delicious mix of pleasure and pain and the amazon couldn't help but squirm, the cold bronze harsh against her neck. Alekto's claws dug into her arse as she plunged in deeper and deeper, the punishing rhythm a treacherous delight. Penthesileia moaned and whined, trying her hardest not to move. But as she got closer and closer to release, she started losing that battle. Her legs twitched and her body writhed and quivered all on its own. She felt the edge of her sword graze her when she threw her head back, but she didn't care any more. She was about to get cut and she had accepted that. She shivered as Alekto's tongue lashed mercilessly, her throat heaving against the sharpness with her heavy breaths. When her peak came, she felt the blade press into her soft skin as she shook with pleasure, her pelvis pressing against Alekto to get more, more, more! The ecstasy surging through her made her feel invincible, if even for a moment. Then reality came crashing down. But instead of choking on her own blood, she barely felt anything. Megaira put away the sword and uncoiled her whip.

"Don't rejoice too soon, mortal." The whip cracked like a thunderclap. It stung like a viper bite. "It's a long way to Troy."

FIN