With her stepson safe in her clutches, Olympias returns to her estate. She's lost interest in Mauritania...now that her stepson has been reborn as something FAR more fascinating...
As commanded, a servant brings Olympias a bottle with a very long neck. Olympias leans against a pillar, takes it by the neck, and chugs it. She's ordered six more of these...in case one doesn't make her hot enough.
Some of the wine trickles down into her boob crack. This is where she keeps her wee stepson captive. Today, Alexander has his first taste of wine. He hates it, of course. But then, is he really going to tell the rest of Komotini that?
Alas, Alexander stops and remembers that he can't tell anyone anything when they can't tell him from a bug. O well; it was worth a bid while there was still hope.
Across her chambers, her snakes clear a path for her. She's got a common activity planned for them. It involves Alexander.
She staggers. Around her, the snakes dogpile, and prepare better to catch her if she falls over.
Between her boobs, Alexander REALLY hopes this doesn't happen. If it does, he's snake food for sure. He's still wondering why they didn't eat him the first time they had a chance...or any other chance after that, for that matter...
She strips, parts her boobs, and lets him fall. He lands on a cushion, far below. It's a soft landing...even if it is a long fall.
Down here, Alexander gets many breaths of fresh air. He's longed for them...as much as he's...enjoyed being trapped in his stepmother's boobs. His cock is still hard from it.
From all around him, snakes approach. There's an asp. There's a viper. There's a taipan. There's a cobra. There's a coral snake. There's a rattler. There's a sidewinder. There's a diamondback. They're all slithering right towards him, tongues flicking.
They arrive. They all raise their necks high above Alexander. For little ole him, this is worse than when Hercules faced the hydra. But then, at least Hercules had superhuman strength to help him out...even if he did make the initial mistake of cutting off their heads.
Even if Alexander WANTED to cut off their heads, he has NO idea how he'd do that. He's helpless. He might as well surrender to his fate. His stepmother has left him for dead in the Valley of the Shadow of...
From above, she dumps part of a wine glass all over him, drenching him in oil. Once it passes over him, he gasps for air. All of a sudden, the cushion is now soggy beneath him.
Just above him, his stepmother is sprawled out over a small couch. She's on her boobs. She giggles, and holds a wine bottle in her hand. She's looking right down at her stepson.
"Bottoms up, stepson," she croons. "That's an order."
Eight long forked tongues flick and whip, as they lap up the excess wine from all over little Alexander's body. Alexander panics, of course. He's worried that they're going to scald his body with a bunch of open wounds with their venom. He has no idea how they haven't succeeded already. They're all venomous.
"Your goddess has given you a command, Little Stepson." She takes the bottle, and pours out more of it. "Obey...or get dumped."
In longer strokes, she pours wine all over him. For prolonged moments at a time, he's suffocated in a flood of falling wine. He gasps for air when he can. Alas, his "goddess" won't seem to allow him very many breaths.
"Bottoms-up, stepson." She points at herself. "Simple order." She points down at him. "Simple solution." She shrugs, keeping pouring the wine. "Where is it?"
At last, he figures out what she wants. He bends over, and positions his body to where his ass is pointed up; to where it's the highest point of his body, IOW.
From here, the snakes don't stop licking. On the upside, the snakes are literally kissing his ass. On the downside, he's heard of kings far greater than him that've gotten to stand ABOVE their subjects, while having their ass kissed.
Above, his stepmother giggles. "Very well, stepson." She takes the bottle, and starts downing what's left of it. "You've made your goddess proud. I never tell you how cute your ass is. I just," she giggles, "I just needed to see you at this size to appreciate just how much."
For a brief moment, the snakes give Alexander some room. From above and behind, his stepmother's giantess polished finger comes down, and bops Alexander on the ass. He squeals, as this happens.
She giggles again. "Sensitive guy. Not sure why," she drinks more of the wine. "But I think I know love you more than your father. I hereby make you the latest addition to my slave collection. You might as well be. No Greek is going to want a senator who adds literal meaning to 'buzzing in one's ears."
From all around, the snakes keep licking Alexander's ass. This is NOT the way Alexander hoped to turn out. Alas, he'd be lying, if he said part of him didn't want it this way...
Becoming a senator has always sounded kind of overwhelming, anyhow. He'd never tell the other guys that, of course. But then, most guys don't want to hear that.
Alexander thinks he might understand that...but he's not sure. Every now and then, something happens that makes him think he might be gay. Alas, one thing's for certain: he's not so gay that his stepmother hasn't stolen his heart by now.
For once, Alexander FINALLY understands why his father ever fell for her. He just...doesn't know how he feels about how eager she is to cheat on him with his son... O well; no family's normal, right?