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Alexander
By The Fan (legrosmatoux@msn.com)
Edited by Shadow
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The story of The Great Alexander, an ancient ruler of
the world He was an adventurer, a conqueror and a
bisexual who lusted not only after his best male friend
Hephaiston but also after the beautiful, fiery
Barbarian girl Roxana. (MF, 1st, bi, rom)
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Alexander the Great he was the king of Macedonia who
conquered first the Greek world, then the remainder of
the known world. He was the man with the power and will
to pursue his dreams The Son of the unruly, ambitious
Macedonian king Phillip II and of the beautiful,
conniving Queen of Macedonia herself, the mighty
Olympias.
Alexander is a man whose accomplishments amazed the
world. He was the most famous person in all of Greece.
There seemed to be no limit to what he could do. He was
smart and capable. He was also passionate. People loved
him. He was charismatic and energetic. Also, mindful of
the people around him and deeply careful in everything
that he did.
The world has always had a fascination for people who
were outside the norm Great men who could do amazing
things, whether for the good or for the ill. Alexander
was such a man. He had no limits. He could do no wrong.
The army that served him also loved him. He rode into
the fields of battle like a common soldier. He never
asked of any person anything he would not ask of
himself. He was that kind of man.
History has always had some way of altering things to
suit itself. Alexander the Great was a mystery in the
minds of many. He was an adventurer, a conqueror and a
loner. He was a great man. Who was he, really? He was a
man who wanted to bring people together. He loved the
arts and sciences. He loved knowledge. He hated
tyranny. Alexander had to live under the tyrannical
rule of his father, the harsh ruler known as Phillip
II. He also had to live with his mother, the deadly and
seductive Queen of Macedon, Olympias.
Alexander’s parents hated each other. That did not
exactly give the young man a good disposition toward
the men and women of this world. He knew that the men
that a man trusted the most could betray him. He also
knew that women were impossible to understand and
outright dangerous. They were not physically strong,
but they were cunning and conniving. They were full of
lies, treachery and deceit those were the tools of the
women living in the male-dominated world of the days of
Alexander the Great. The tools of men, for all time
have been intelligence and ambition and the will to
succeed. Men braved dangers and did not fear hard work.
Hardship was part of a man’s life.
Alexander was different from his peers. This had
nothing to do with the fact that he was the son of the
King and Queen of Macedonia. He was different because
of a factor in his genetics. He was smart, adaptable
and resourceful. He was charming and witty. He was also
passionately drawn to both men and women. Alexander was
what twenty first century people would label a
bisexual. When Alexander was young, living in the land
of Macedonia, his gaze fell upon a youth named
Hephaiston. Alexander fell in love with Hephaiston
right then and there. Hephaiston would become
Alexander’s lifelong friend and ally.
HEPHAISTON
Alexander goes to the stables and glimpses at a rather
great sight. The sight of the one he loves. It is not
the sight of Cephalus, the fiery black stallion which
Alexander tamed as a youth. It is Hephaiston, the one
person in the world who means everything to Alexander.
The one man whom he cherishes above all people he knows
and trust. This is the one he trusts and cares for like
no other.
Alexander looks at Hephaiston and embraces him.
Hephaiston returns his embrace. The two young men fall
upon the hay and roll about playfully. They have known
each other forever. They kiss each other and hurriedly
undress. Gently, they embrace. Alexander is known to
the world as a rough conqueror.
He is conquered by Hephaiston’s gentleness, his charm
and wit. He loves the other youth’s loveliness.
Hephaiston is a slender young man with pale bronze
skin, dark hair and dark eyes. Alexander is a green-
eyed, blond-haired youth with a lot of vigor. They
playfully wrestle on the hay. Laughing, Hephaiston
climbs on top of Alexander.
Alexander looks into the eyes of the one he loves
Hephaiston smiles. Alexander pulls him into a tight
embrace. Their hard, masculine bodies press against
each other. Alexander can feel Hephaiston’s desire just
as much as Hephaiston can feel his. They kiss once
more. It is a passionate kiss. The kiss of lovers, the
kiss of best friends, and the kiss of best friends
turned lovers and the greatest kiss in the world.
They touch each other’s bodies. Hephaiston kisses
Alexander’s face and neck; he kisses a path down to
Alexander’s chest and down to his belly. Alexander
moans under Hephaiston’s touch. Hephaiston takes this
as an encouragement and ventures further down.
Alexander stiffens. His manhood is in the hands of
Hephaiston. Hephaiston takes his time to please his
king and lover, licking and sucking on extremities and
corners.
His tongue ventures up and down the length and girth of
what makes Alexander a man. Alexander’s hands grip the
hay. He feels ready to burst. Hephaiston perseveres.
Alexander screams out loud in pleasure. Hephaiston
stops. A great shaking takes Alexander’s body.
Hephaiston holds him in his arms. Alexander is at peace
in his lover’s arms. The moment has passed. Alexander
sleeps in Hephaiston’s arms peacefully.
A new day comes. It brings with it all manner of
dangers. Alexander the Great is ready to face them all.
It has been a few months since he started his military
campaign to take over the world. He has taken over
Babylon. He comes to the barbaric lands of the East.
Alexander conquers the wild tribes of the mountain
regions. To cement his alliance with one of the most
powerful tribes, he takes one of their women as his
bride. Alexander loves Hephaiston. He may be attracted
to other men and sometimes to women but it is for
Hephaiston that his heart beats. Alexander is a man
torn between his duties and his desires. He is about to
enter the Chambers of his Bride on the wedding night.
Outside the chambers, he sees his beloved Hephaiston.
Hephaiston looks at Alexander. He looks not at the
Conqueror of the World or the Great King of the
Macedonia. He looks at the boy he fell in love with not
long ago. The best friend he ever had. The one person
he trusts. Alexander is the only person Hephaiston
loves. He knows that Alexander is the King and has
duties to perform.
Still, Hephaiston is a young man in love and he will do
anything for his love. He goes to Alexander and gives
him a crimson ring as a symbol of their love. The
intellectual part of the handsome youth known as
Hephaiston knows that Alexander must perform certain
duties as a King. The emotional part of Hephaiston only
knows that the one he loves is about to bed someone
else...
ROXANA
She has lived in the northern mountains her whole life.
Her people are nomadic barbarians. Her father is the
Chieftain of one of the most numerous tribes. She is of
noble blood among her people.
She is a tall, curvy young woman with bronze skin,
black hair and dark eyes. Many would have considered
her lovely. She is at that. She was the princess of the
people. The beautiful, feisty girl coveted by many of
the men in the land. She was not to be touched since
she was of royal blood. Roxana knew her worth. She was
to marry a prince or a king and no one else.
She has lived her whole life waiting for this. She is
not satisfied with the life of a tribal princess. She
has always been...wild. She climbed trees as a child.
She rode horses. She was taught the use of weapons and
learned the martial arts from the most knowledgeable
men in the land. She also knew the secrets of medicinal
herbs and lethal poisons from the Revered Shaman and
the Holy Women of the tribe.
The Shaman is a man of great wisdom who taught her many
things. Both the Shaman and the Holy Women are the
keepers of knowledge in the tribe. Roxana was always
told that she was too curious and too strong. She knows
that she is different. She cannot help it. She always
dreamed of adventure. She always dreamed of traveling.
She does not aspire to be anyone’s wife or mother.
Roxana still entertained dreams of escape and
adventure, until the day that her people were attacked.
They came in larger numbers than any invading force the
northern tribes had ever seen. Hundreds of thousands of
men armed and equipped for battle. They had weapons
never seen before and horses trained for battle. They
were the most dangerous adversaries the people had ever
known. Roxana’s father called upon the men from various
tribes to unite against the invaders. Roxana was
excited and terrified. She wanted to join the battle.
Her father forbade her from doing so. She was pissed.
She was as well-trained as any man. Yet they would not
let her fight in war time because she was a girl. She
often envied the men. They had such freedom. They could
go wherever they wanted. They could do anything. She
did not like the limitations imposed upon her because
of gender. She wanted to fight and kill and die side by
side with her father and her brothers.
She had to watch from afar. The war was not going well.
Many men died. Many of them were people that she knew.
One of them was her brother Julius. The other was
Caius, a boy she once loved. Roxana mourned them both.
Day after day the men went out to fight. Not many of
them came back. Finally, when things turned desperate,
something happened.
The well-equipped army of the king of a distant land
came and destroyed the enemies of her people. This army
was far bigger than the invading force that had plagued
her people. They were saved. The northern mountain
tribes greeted their saviors. Men dressed in metal and
riding horses. They spoke a strange tongue. They called
themselves Greeks and Macedonians. They followed the
leadership of a young man who called himself Alexander
the Great.
The northern tribes were grateful to Alexander for
saving them. They invited him to their towns. Alexander
the Great received a hero’s welcome.
It was at that time that Roxana first laid eyes on him
a tall young man with blond hair and green eyes. When
she first saw him, her heart beat faster than usual and
for some reason, she felt nervous. Roxana could not
understand. Who was this King of the Greeks who made
her, Roxana the Princess of the Wild Northern Tribes
nervous?
She was surprised by his countenance. He was young and
handsome. His people appeared to love him. He treated
people with kindness. Roxana was puzzled by that. Kings
and queens usually ruled with an iron grip. When her
father decreed that she would marry him, she was
surprised. She had no say in the matter. Still, she
could sense something about Alexander. He was not like
other men...
She was all dressed up and ready for her wedding night
when she saw him.
He looked handsome and her heart beat fast at the sight
of him. He was not alone. There was someone with him an
equally handsome youth who looked at him in a strange
way the way of love. Roxana’s heart skipped a beat as
she watched her husband-to be, the handsome and
masculine Alexander the Great embrace another man...
not as a friend or brother but as a lover. Roxana’s
heart seethed. How could this be? He was her husband-to
be. He looked so fine and masculine. How could he be...
like that? She went back into her chambers.
Alexander gazed longingly at Hephaiston and bade him
farewell. He walked into the chambers of the
princess...
Alexander looked at Roxana. She had seen him with
Hephaiston. She asked him about it. He told her that he
loved Hephaiston. Roxana was angry. She wanted him to
love her! She felt like attacking him! He seized
control of her before she could do anything, predicting
her moves before she even thought of them. Roxana
struggled in his arms. She once wanted him... she once
wanted to be loved by the handsome and macho hero who
saved her people.
Not anymore!
She wanted to... he was looking right at her. She fell
still. He said nothing. She wanted to fight. She wanted
to run. He touched her. His touch was gentle and at the
same time... arousing. Roxana felt her body respond to
his touch... felt herself wanting to let go. She
hesitated... when he kissed her, all of her doubts
vanished.
Alexander kissed Roxana. He felt her soft feminine lips
against his own. He had never kissed a girl before. It
was... different. He had kissed and made love to
Hephaiston more times than he could count but this was
different. This was new. Roxana was surprised by
Alexander’s passion. She pressed her body against his.
Alexander tentatively kissed her face, her neck and her
breasts. His hands caressed her smooth, sexy yet strong
body. Roxana purred. She kissed him and traced a path
down from his lips to his chest to his belly. He
grunted. She made her way down to his groin.
She sees the evidence of his arousal kisses it. He
grabs her by the neck and pulls her close. He is on top
of her and she is beneath him. He takes her. She
screams as she is entered. He gasps. They look into
each other’s eyes. Soon, an endless merry go around of
thrusting and moaning and screaming takes place.
Alexander makes love to Roxana with savage passion. She
screams at the top of her lungs. He explodes.
Spent, he lies in her arms. His face is full of
surprise and shock, as well as pleasure. She knows at
once that she was his first, as far as female lovers
are concerned. She is surprised by that. Alexander the
Great, the would-be conqueror of the world has had two
lovers in his life. A male lover named Hephaiston, who
is his lifelong best friend. The female lover is
Roxana, the wild and beautiful barbarian princess.
After the marriage is consummated, Alexander leaves the
chambers.
His wife lies on the bed, thinking. She had never felt
such passion in her life ever She had many lovers
before she married discreet liaisons, of course.
Alexander is a king in bed. Wow. Her heart is won. She
wants him. She knows that he marries her because of
duty and not love. She has forsaken duty the moment
after he made love to her. She is his. She wants him to
be hers. Roxana will share her husband with no one, man
or woman. And she is not above doing anything to get
what she wants.
This is but a chapter in the life of Alexander the
Great. He will conquer the world changing the fate of
humanity forever with his vision. He was a lot of
things, a warrior, lover, wanderer, and seeker of
knowledge and the true home of the greatest men ever to
walk the plains of the earth.
Little is known about his life and loves but one man
and one woman did mean a lot to the openly bisexual
heroic leader of the Greeks. Hephaiston and Roxana
meant more to him than all the riches of the world. He
is a visionary and the worlds tremble when thinking of
what such a resourceful man could accomplish with that.
The End
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