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When Skylla had started training with Lysander, the woman hadn't thought she would actually travel. It had been alluded to in the first two years of her study, but the young woman had paid it very little mind between her reading lessons and observing her teacher's work. There was much more to consider than the excitement of traveling. Of being on the water, over the sea, and at Poseidon's mercy. The woman had prayed at length before they had left Colchis, finding excitement at the mere idea of a balmy Taengea and shores that were rumored to be similar to copious amounts of golden treasure.
As the ship they ferried on glided into Taengean waters and then into Taengean harbors, Skylla couldn't help but agree with the sentiments of writers, bards, and poets. The shores were a stunning sight and her little pirate heart was absolutely delighted by this. Lysander said nothing, seemingly numb to the beauty of such a place. She didn't ask because she didn't care.
Skylla was just ready to take her first steps on Taengean soil. The very first moment where she had become worldly and travelled further than her own Kingdom for the first time in her life. When she was younger, her prison had been the tiny island by Magnemea. When she had been brought to the mainland, her new prison had been the city of Midas. There had been a little disappointment in the fact that the city was filled with the same bullshit that the island had been.
And there were more people, much to her dismay.
With the boat docking, Skylla took a few moments to glance about the harbor, her dark gaze settling on a familiar ship. A cheshire smile curled her lips at the sight of the Aceton's masts and Lysander hummed his question without actually asking it. "Nothing," she said easily, giving him a meek smile. He seemed to like those. Especially when she wasn't backtalking him.
With thing, wiry man shrugged, starting to step down off the gangplank once they had docked. He turned and handed her a purse of coins. "I have some... work to do tonight. Find your own room. I'll be busy," her mentor waved her off, "Don't get lost, robbed, or killed."
Skylla had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. 'You have no idea,' she thought to herself, grabbing her pack and glancing toward the setting sun. They had made it just in time to avoid another few hours on the boat the next morning. This suited her just fine, especially since she had spotted the object of her entertainment for the night. "Yes, teacher," she said sweetly, watching him wander off with his own pack in hand. She was filthy from the trip and with no worries that the Aceton would set sail while she bathed, the woman only had to ask one person for directions to the local bath.
The affair was quick. She was able to scrub herself clean and dress in clothing that was not at all filthy and more fitting for the hotter Taengean climate. She spent little time on braids, only braiding her hair back into one long tail before setting off back toward the port. In a gown of deep plum, her first thought was to check one of the higher end taverns. Then her mind trailed away from that and she chose one of the seedier places to drink.
And found herself in complete luck that she had found him on her first attempt. Skylla would recognize the sharp muscle of his back and his arms any day, even from the door of a tavern. Ignoring everyone else and ducking slightly under a tray being carried by a barmaid, Skylla set her pack down right behind Lukos' chair. Her gaze only flicked to the men he sat with once before she took her chance.
It had been a little too long for comfort since she had seen the Captain, one of the few people from her childhood she still actually liked. One hand trailed over his shoulder and down the front of Lukos' chest in a single graceful, fluid motion. Her other trailed up the back of his neck and into his hair. "I would know this mess of curls anywhere," Skylla hummed with a veiled sweetness to her voice. She leaned toward his ear, the same velvet tone drifting out again, "Hello, Captain."
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When Skylla had started training with Lysander, the woman hadn't thought she would actually travel. It had been alluded to in the first two years of her study, but the young woman had paid it very little mind between her reading lessons and observing her teacher's work. There was much more to consider than the excitement of traveling. Of being on the water, over the sea, and at Poseidon's mercy. The woman had prayed at length before they had left Colchis, finding excitement at the mere idea of a balmy Taengea and shores that were rumored to be similar to copious amounts of golden treasure.
As the ship they ferried on glided into Taengean waters and then into Taengean harbors, Skylla couldn't help but agree with the sentiments of writers, bards, and poets. The shores were a stunning sight and her little pirate heart was absolutely delighted by this. Lysander said nothing, seemingly numb to the beauty of such a place. She didn't ask because she didn't care.
Skylla was just ready to take her first steps on Taengean soil. The very first moment where she had become worldly and travelled further than her own Kingdom for the first time in her life. When she was younger, her prison had been the tiny island by Magnemea. When she had been brought to the mainland, her new prison had been the city of Midas. There had been a little disappointment in the fact that the city was filled with the same bullshit that the island had been.
And there were more people, much to her dismay.
With the boat docking, Skylla took a few moments to glance about the harbor, her dark gaze settling on a familiar ship. A cheshire smile curled her lips at the sight of the Aceton's masts and Lysander hummed his question without actually asking it. "Nothing," she said easily, giving him a meek smile. He seemed to like those. Especially when she wasn't backtalking him.
With thing, wiry man shrugged, starting to step down off the gangplank once they had docked. He turned and handed her a purse of coins. "I have some... work to do tonight. Find your own room. I'll be busy," her mentor waved her off, "Don't get lost, robbed, or killed."
Skylla had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. 'You have no idea,' she thought to herself, grabbing her pack and glancing toward the setting sun. They had made it just in time to avoid another few hours on the boat the next morning. This suited her just fine, especially since she had spotted the object of her entertainment for the night. "Yes, teacher," she said sweetly, watching him wander off with his own pack in hand. She was filthy from the trip and with no worries that the Aceton would set sail while she bathed, the woman only had to ask one person for directions to the local bath.
The affair was quick. She was able to scrub herself clean and dress in clothing that was not at all filthy and more fitting for the hotter Taengean climate. She spent little time on braids, only braiding her hair back into one long tail before setting off back toward the port. In a gown of deep plum, her first thought was to check one of the higher end taverns. Then her mind trailed away from that and she chose one of the seedier places to drink.
And found herself in complete luck that she had found him on her first attempt. Skylla would recognize the sharp muscle of his back and his arms any day, even from the door of a tavern. Ignoring everyone else and ducking slightly under a tray being carried by a barmaid, Skylla set her pack down right behind Lukos' chair. Her gaze only flicked to the men he sat with once before she took her chance.
It had been a little too long for comfort since she had seen the Captain, one of the few people from her childhood she still actually liked. One hand trailed over his shoulder and down the front of Lukos' chest in a single graceful, fluid motion. Her other trailed up the back of his neck and into his hair. "I would know this mess of curls anywhere," Skylla hummed with a veiled sweetness to her voice. She leaned toward his ear, the same velvet tone drifting out again, "Hello, Captain."
When Skylla had started training with Lysander, the woman hadn't thought she would actually travel. It had been alluded to in the first two years of her study, but the young woman had paid it very little mind between her reading lessons and observing her teacher's work. There was much more to consider than the excitement of traveling. Of being on the water, over the sea, and at Poseidon's mercy. The woman had prayed at length before they had left Colchis, finding excitement at the mere idea of a balmy Taengea and shores that were rumored to be similar to copious amounts of golden treasure.
As the ship they ferried on glided into Taengean waters and then into Taengean harbors, Skylla couldn't help but agree with the sentiments of writers, bards, and poets. The shores were a stunning sight and her little pirate heart was absolutely delighted by this. Lysander said nothing, seemingly numb to the beauty of such a place. She didn't ask because she didn't care.
Skylla was just ready to take her first steps on Taengean soil. The very first moment where she had become worldly and travelled further than her own Kingdom for the first time in her life. When she was younger, her prison had been the tiny island by Magnemea. When she had been brought to the mainland, her new prison had been the city of Midas. There had been a little disappointment in the fact that the city was filled with the same bullshit that the island had been.
And there were more people, much to her dismay.
With the boat docking, Skylla took a few moments to glance about the harbor, her dark gaze settling on a familiar ship. A cheshire smile curled her lips at the sight of the Aceton's masts and Lysander hummed his question without actually asking it. "Nothing," she said easily, giving him a meek smile. He seemed to like those. Especially when she wasn't backtalking him.
With thing, wiry man shrugged, starting to step down off the gangplank once they had docked. He turned and handed her a purse of coins. "I have some... work to do tonight. Find your own room. I'll be busy," her mentor waved her off, "Don't get lost, robbed, or killed."
Skylla had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. 'You have no idea,' she thought to herself, grabbing her pack and glancing toward the setting sun. They had made it just in time to avoid another few hours on the boat the next morning. This suited her just fine, especially since she had spotted the object of her entertainment for the night. "Yes, teacher," she said sweetly, watching him wander off with his own pack in hand. She was filthy from the trip and with no worries that the Aceton would set sail while she bathed, the woman only had to ask one person for directions to the local bath.
The affair was quick. She was able to scrub herself clean and dress in clothing that was not at all filthy and more fitting for the hotter Taengean climate. She spent little time on braids, only braiding her hair back into one long tail before setting off back toward the port. In a gown of deep plum, her first thought was to check one of the higher end taverns. Then her mind trailed away from that and she chose one of the seedier places to drink.
And found herself in complete luck that she had found him on her first attempt. Skylla would recognize the sharp muscle of his back and his arms any day, even from the door of a tavern. Ignoring everyone else and ducking slightly under a tray being carried by a barmaid, Skylla set her pack down right behind Lukos' chair. Her gaze only flicked to the men he sat with once before she took her chance.
It had been a little too long for comfort since she had seen the Captain, one of the few people from her childhood she still actually liked. One hand trailed over his shoulder and down the front of Lukos' chest in a single graceful, fluid motion. Her other trailed up the back of his neck and into his hair. "I would know this mess of curls anywhere," Skylla hummed with a veiled sweetness to her voice. She leaned toward his ear, the same velvet tone drifting out again, "Hello, Captain."
Like Skylla, the second they’d docked, Lukos and the group currently with him sitting at this table, drinking and laughing, had gone to the baths and scrubbed down. There was no way he was going to walk through town smelling like two weeks at sea. The only advantage to doing that was that crowds would part for them rapidly, whereas if they were bathed, as they were now, then they had to shoulder their way through. As it stood, they were clean, dressed in fresh clothes, and everyone’s bedding had been sent off to a laundress. That meant that, tonight would be spent off the ship and who could blame them if they wanted company while they did it?
On the table before them were cups of wine, dice, and coins currently in a betting pile. Lukos was not winning every round but neither was he losing a great amount. This was a game of chance and he wasn’t too concerned about it. It’s not like he couldn’t win it back while on the ship. All of these men would sail back with him to the island. Some of them were drunk already and some, like Lukos, had a delightful buzz going that made them louder than usual and a lot more ready to laugh at anything even remotely funny.
He didn’t turn around when the door opened. There were currently two whores hovering about their table. Whores did not truly care if their client was old, young, handsome, or ugly. What they were after was the money it would bring, and so, because Lukos was not winning big, his lap was empty. His first mate, a man a bit older than he was, currently held a whore of considerable size. The girl was perched precariously and dwarfed her male companion but that was exactly the kind of girl this man liked. Lukos was just lifting his cup laughing against the rim of it while his first mate grabbed the whore’s mammoth breasts and made stupid voices for them, as though each breast had a personality, when Lukos felt someone’s hand slide down his chest.
He stiffened, eyes widening, wondering if this was a whore and not overly alarmed, but the voice then purring in his ear made him relax and he tilted his head so that he could get a look at Skylla. Her hold on his hair should have been the tell as to exactly who it was. The ”Hello, Captain,” instantly made him completely forget anything negative about the way they’d left things. He didn’t think about their fights through the years or the fact that she’d left to find better things. Not that he’d begrudged her for that, but...she’d left. And he hadn’t ever thought to see her again.
“Skylla,” he twisted, reaching back for her, and maneuvered her into his lap. A few of the men at the table knew her, like Catos and Hedrion, others did not. Catos offered her a wave, Hedrion belched and then nodded at her. Both of them had known her since she was born but they didn’t particularly feel one way or the other. She was a link to a bad time.
Once she was in his lap, he put his cup in her hands. “Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked conversationally, throwing the dice on his turn and then dragging money towards him when he won. “Look at that. You’re good luck. Today.”
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Like Skylla, the second they’d docked, Lukos and the group currently with him sitting at this table, drinking and laughing, had gone to the baths and scrubbed down. There was no way he was going to walk through town smelling like two weeks at sea. The only advantage to doing that was that crowds would part for them rapidly, whereas if they were bathed, as they were now, then they had to shoulder their way through. As it stood, they were clean, dressed in fresh clothes, and everyone’s bedding had been sent off to a laundress. That meant that, tonight would be spent off the ship and who could blame them if they wanted company while they did it?
On the table before them were cups of wine, dice, and coins currently in a betting pile. Lukos was not winning every round but neither was he losing a great amount. This was a game of chance and he wasn’t too concerned about it. It’s not like he couldn’t win it back while on the ship. All of these men would sail back with him to the island. Some of them were drunk already and some, like Lukos, had a delightful buzz going that made them louder than usual and a lot more ready to laugh at anything even remotely funny.
He didn’t turn around when the door opened. There were currently two whores hovering about their table. Whores did not truly care if their client was old, young, handsome, or ugly. What they were after was the money it would bring, and so, because Lukos was not winning big, his lap was empty. His first mate, a man a bit older than he was, currently held a whore of considerable size. The girl was perched precariously and dwarfed her male companion but that was exactly the kind of girl this man liked. Lukos was just lifting his cup laughing against the rim of it while his first mate grabbed the whore’s mammoth breasts and made stupid voices for them, as though each breast had a personality, when Lukos felt someone’s hand slide down his chest.
He stiffened, eyes widening, wondering if this was a whore and not overly alarmed, but the voice then purring in his ear made him relax and he tilted his head so that he could get a look at Skylla. Her hold on his hair should have been the tell as to exactly who it was. The ”Hello, Captain,” instantly made him completely forget anything negative about the way they’d left things. He didn’t think about their fights through the years or the fact that she’d left to find better things. Not that he’d begrudged her for that, but...she’d left. And he hadn’t ever thought to see her again.
“Skylla,” he twisted, reaching back for her, and maneuvered her into his lap. A few of the men at the table knew her, like Catos and Hedrion, others did not. Catos offered her a wave, Hedrion belched and then nodded at her. Both of them had known her since she was born but they didn’t particularly feel one way or the other. She was a link to a bad time.
Once she was in his lap, he put his cup in her hands. “Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked conversationally, throwing the dice on his turn and then dragging money towards him when he won. “Look at that. You’re good luck. Today.”
Like Skylla, the second they’d docked, Lukos and the group currently with him sitting at this table, drinking and laughing, had gone to the baths and scrubbed down. There was no way he was going to walk through town smelling like two weeks at sea. The only advantage to doing that was that crowds would part for them rapidly, whereas if they were bathed, as they were now, then they had to shoulder their way through. As it stood, they were clean, dressed in fresh clothes, and everyone’s bedding had been sent off to a laundress. That meant that, tonight would be spent off the ship and who could blame them if they wanted company while they did it?
On the table before them were cups of wine, dice, and coins currently in a betting pile. Lukos was not winning every round but neither was he losing a great amount. This was a game of chance and he wasn’t too concerned about it. It’s not like he couldn’t win it back while on the ship. All of these men would sail back with him to the island. Some of them were drunk already and some, like Lukos, had a delightful buzz going that made them louder than usual and a lot more ready to laugh at anything even remotely funny.
He didn’t turn around when the door opened. There were currently two whores hovering about their table. Whores did not truly care if their client was old, young, handsome, or ugly. What they were after was the money it would bring, and so, because Lukos was not winning big, his lap was empty. His first mate, a man a bit older than he was, currently held a whore of considerable size. The girl was perched precariously and dwarfed her male companion but that was exactly the kind of girl this man liked. Lukos was just lifting his cup laughing against the rim of it while his first mate grabbed the whore’s mammoth breasts and made stupid voices for them, as though each breast had a personality, when Lukos felt someone’s hand slide down his chest.
He stiffened, eyes widening, wondering if this was a whore and not overly alarmed, but the voice then purring in his ear made him relax and he tilted his head so that he could get a look at Skylla. Her hold on his hair should have been the tell as to exactly who it was. The ”Hello, Captain,” instantly made him completely forget anything negative about the way they’d left things. He didn’t think about their fights through the years or the fact that she’d left to find better things. Not that he’d begrudged her for that, but...she’d left. And he hadn’t ever thought to see her again.
“Skylla,” he twisted, reaching back for her, and maneuvered her into his lap. A few of the men at the table knew her, like Catos and Hedrion, others did not. Catos offered her a wave, Hedrion belched and then nodded at her. Both of them had known her since she was born but they didn’t particularly feel one way or the other. She was a link to a bad time.
Once she was in his lap, he put his cup in her hands. “Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked conversationally, throwing the dice on his turn and then dragging money towards him when he won. “Look at that. You’re good luck. Today.”
This had been the exact response that she had been hoping for when she'd decided to approach him. Sure, she had seen the Aceton in the harbor in Midas many times before, but by the time she caught him, he was always sailing off, her studies keeping her busy at nearly all times. The fact that Lysander had wanted to wander off to find his own company was an absolute miracle. The woman was half expecting him to launch right into his work without a single thought about anything else. Not even bathing.
But he hadn't. He'd wanted to go find a whore and sleep and that suited her just fine. Sometimes being in that strange man's company was wildly annoying and she'd thought more than once of killing him... if that wouldn't have lead to her own death and the loss of her lessons and future. She wasn't afraid of death, but that didn't mean that she was going to go and actively seek out her neck on a chopping block.
Humming another soft affirmation of her presence, Skylla slowly moved around to settle in his lap. She perched herself beautifully, the two years off the island having done wonders for her figure, her sense of vanity, and the wealth in her pocket from what work she did complete. The gown she wore was fine, and her favorite, but she wouldn't lose her mind if it didn't leave the tavern in one piece.
Crossing one leg delicately over the other, the small slit in the fabric slipped over her thigh to reveal caramel skin, still unblemished. Her sandals were also fine and her nails trailed against the back of his neck as she got comfortable, one arm resting across his shoulders. The other held his cup and she took an unabashed sip of his wine, her dark gaze on the game at hand.
"I guess you could say that I did," she hummed in response, "He's currently luring a whore to whatever inn he decided to pay too much for and I doubt I'll see him for a day or so," she noted, giving a casual shrug. Another sip of wine and she was letting her gaze trail back to Lukos. "I'm always good luck, sweet," she hummed, reaching for the coin purse she had shoved down to settle hidden in the top of her gown.
She took out a few coins and dropped it onto the center of the table for the next bet, "I want in," Skylla mused, smirking playfully at Lukos. "If you win, maybe you'll get more than money, Captain," there was that same alluring purr. The one she knew very well would draw his attention and focus.
Skylla let her gaze drift to Catos and Hedrion, "Mm," she commented, "I'm surprised you stuck around," her gaze was critical, somewhat like her fathers, but much more like her mother's. Billa had a way of looking at a person with a shrewd expression as if she were picking them apart piece by piece.
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This had been the exact response that she had been hoping for when she'd decided to approach him. Sure, she had seen the Aceton in the harbor in Midas many times before, but by the time she caught him, he was always sailing off, her studies keeping her busy at nearly all times. The fact that Lysander had wanted to wander off to find his own company was an absolute miracle. The woman was half expecting him to launch right into his work without a single thought about anything else. Not even bathing.
But he hadn't. He'd wanted to go find a whore and sleep and that suited her just fine. Sometimes being in that strange man's company was wildly annoying and she'd thought more than once of killing him... if that wouldn't have lead to her own death and the loss of her lessons and future. She wasn't afraid of death, but that didn't mean that she was going to go and actively seek out her neck on a chopping block.
Humming another soft affirmation of her presence, Skylla slowly moved around to settle in his lap. She perched herself beautifully, the two years off the island having done wonders for her figure, her sense of vanity, and the wealth in her pocket from what work she did complete. The gown she wore was fine, and her favorite, but she wouldn't lose her mind if it didn't leave the tavern in one piece.
Crossing one leg delicately over the other, the small slit in the fabric slipped over her thigh to reveal caramel skin, still unblemished. Her sandals were also fine and her nails trailed against the back of his neck as she got comfortable, one arm resting across his shoulders. The other held his cup and she took an unabashed sip of his wine, her dark gaze on the game at hand.
"I guess you could say that I did," she hummed in response, "He's currently luring a whore to whatever inn he decided to pay too much for and I doubt I'll see him for a day or so," she noted, giving a casual shrug. Another sip of wine and she was letting her gaze trail back to Lukos. "I'm always good luck, sweet," she hummed, reaching for the coin purse she had shoved down to settle hidden in the top of her gown.
She took out a few coins and dropped it onto the center of the table for the next bet, "I want in," Skylla mused, smirking playfully at Lukos. "If you win, maybe you'll get more than money, Captain," there was that same alluring purr. The one she knew very well would draw his attention and focus.
Skylla let her gaze drift to Catos and Hedrion, "Mm," she commented, "I'm surprised you stuck around," her gaze was critical, somewhat like her fathers, but much more like her mother's. Billa had a way of looking at a person with a shrewd expression as if she were picking them apart piece by piece.
This had been the exact response that she had been hoping for when she'd decided to approach him. Sure, she had seen the Aceton in the harbor in Midas many times before, but by the time she caught him, he was always sailing off, her studies keeping her busy at nearly all times. The fact that Lysander had wanted to wander off to find his own company was an absolute miracle. The woman was half expecting him to launch right into his work without a single thought about anything else. Not even bathing.
But he hadn't. He'd wanted to go find a whore and sleep and that suited her just fine. Sometimes being in that strange man's company was wildly annoying and she'd thought more than once of killing him... if that wouldn't have lead to her own death and the loss of her lessons and future. She wasn't afraid of death, but that didn't mean that she was going to go and actively seek out her neck on a chopping block.
Humming another soft affirmation of her presence, Skylla slowly moved around to settle in his lap. She perched herself beautifully, the two years off the island having done wonders for her figure, her sense of vanity, and the wealth in her pocket from what work she did complete. The gown she wore was fine, and her favorite, but she wouldn't lose her mind if it didn't leave the tavern in one piece.
Crossing one leg delicately over the other, the small slit in the fabric slipped over her thigh to reveal caramel skin, still unblemished. Her sandals were also fine and her nails trailed against the back of his neck as she got comfortable, one arm resting across his shoulders. The other held his cup and she took an unabashed sip of his wine, her dark gaze on the game at hand.
"I guess you could say that I did," she hummed in response, "He's currently luring a whore to whatever inn he decided to pay too much for and I doubt I'll see him for a day or so," she noted, giving a casual shrug. Another sip of wine and she was letting her gaze trail back to Lukos. "I'm always good luck, sweet," she hummed, reaching for the coin purse she had shoved down to settle hidden in the top of her gown.
She took out a few coins and dropped it onto the center of the table for the next bet, "I want in," Skylla mused, smirking playfully at Lukos. "If you win, maybe you'll get more than money, Captain," there was that same alluring purr. The one she knew very well would draw his attention and focus.
Skylla let her gaze drift to Catos and Hedrion, "Mm," she commented, "I'm surprised you stuck around," her gaze was critical, somewhat like her fathers, but much more like her mother's. Billa had a way of looking at a person with a shrewd expression as if she were picking them apart piece by piece.
"I guess you could say that I did. He's currently luring a whore to whatever inn he decided to pay too much for and I doubt I'll see him for a day or so,” she said in what sounded like a sigh, answering his question of if she’d found what she was looking for. He quirked his eyebrows at that but didn’t comment on it. That sounded like a lot of nothing he cared about.
"I'm always good luck, sweet.” The way she said it reminded him so powerfully of her mother that he’d have choked if the wine was in his mouth. All it did was earn her a reprimand of a light smack to the thigh.
“Don’t call me that.” She’d know intimately why. He and Billa had been in a silent war for near two decades. If asked, he couldn’t recall exactly what set them on edge against each other but she’d shouted something at him about being a miniature Sophos - which was laughable because he was four inches taller than the old captain.
As sexy as he found her, her coin purse was what drew his immediate attention. He dropped his eyes and followed her hand as she fished around and withdrew a few coins. Before the bag folded in on itself, he saw mostly how much she had in there. Zeus above, that was hot. Loaded and willing. Nice.
"If you win, maybe you'll get more than money, Captain,” she smirked.
He smirked right back, one hand on the table, the other sneaking into the coin bag. “Only if I win?”
“Aphrodite on a shell,” one of the men said, disgusted. “Go pay for a room and leave us out of this.”
Lukos threw him a look but didn’t curb the man’s mouth. He rolled his eyes and threw a few of the coins on the table back into the pile. “Do women make you uncomfortable, Aegen?” he asked drily. Aegen gruffly said something about not wanting to be privy to this nonsense but stayed at the table because one of the whores had the good sense to move over to him to ‘cheer him up’. What she was really doing was keeping the game going and everyone’s moods in high spirits. That’s how money was earned. Not men squabbling.
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"I guess you could say that I did. He's currently luring a whore to whatever inn he decided to pay too much for and I doubt I'll see him for a day or so,” she said in what sounded like a sigh, answering his question of if she’d found what she was looking for. He quirked his eyebrows at that but didn’t comment on it. That sounded like a lot of nothing he cared about.
"I'm always good luck, sweet.” The way she said it reminded him so powerfully of her mother that he’d have choked if the wine was in his mouth. All it did was earn her a reprimand of a light smack to the thigh.
“Don’t call me that.” She’d know intimately why. He and Billa had been in a silent war for near two decades. If asked, he couldn’t recall exactly what set them on edge against each other but she’d shouted something at him about being a miniature Sophos - which was laughable because he was four inches taller than the old captain.
As sexy as he found her, her coin purse was what drew his immediate attention. He dropped his eyes and followed her hand as she fished around and withdrew a few coins. Before the bag folded in on itself, he saw mostly how much she had in there. Zeus above, that was hot. Loaded and willing. Nice.
"If you win, maybe you'll get more than money, Captain,” she smirked.
He smirked right back, one hand on the table, the other sneaking into the coin bag. “Only if I win?”
“Aphrodite on a shell,” one of the men said, disgusted. “Go pay for a room and leave us out of this.”
Lukos threw him a look but didn’t curb the man’s mouth. He rolled his eyes and threw a few of the coins on the table back into the pile. “Do women make you uncomfortable, Aegen?” he asked drily. Aegen gruffly said something about not wanting to be privy to this nonsense but stayed at the table because one of the whores had the good sense to move over to him to ‘cheer him up’. What she was really doing was keeping the game going and everyone’s moods in high spirits. That’s how money was earned. Not men squabbling.
"I guess you could say that I did. He's currently luring a whore to whatever inn he decided to pay too much for and I doubt I'll see him for a day or so,” she said in what sounded like a sigh, answering his question of if she’d found what she was looking for. He quirked his eyebrows at that but didn’t comment on it. That sounded like a lot of nothing he cared about.
"I'm always good luck, sweet.” The way she said it reminded him so powerfully of her mother that he’d have choked if the wine was in his mouth. All it did was earn her a reprimand of a light smack to the thigh.
“Don’t call me that.” She’d know intimately why. He and Billa had been in a silent war for near two decades. If asked, he couldn’t recall exactly what set them on edge against each other but she’d shouted something at him about being a miniature Sophos - which was laughable because he was four inches taller than the old captain.
As sexy as he found her, her coin purse was what drew his immediate attention. He dropped his eyes and followed her hand as she fished around and withdrew a few coins. Before the bag folded in on itself, he saw mostly how much she had in there. Zeus above, that was hot. Loaded and willing. Nice.
"If you win, maybe you'll get more than money, Captain,” she smirked.
He smirked right back, one hand on the table, the other sneaking into the coin bag. “Only if I win?”
“Aphrodite on a shell,” one of the men said, disgusted. “Go pay for a room and leave us out of this.”
Lukos threw him a look but didn’t curb the man’s mouth. He rolled his eyes and threw a few of the coins on the table back into the pile. “Do women make you uncomfortable, Aegen?” he asked drily. Aegen gruffly said something about not wanting to be privy to this nonsense but stayed at the table because one of the whores had the good sense to move over to him to ‘cheer him up’. What she was really doing was keeping the game going and everyone’s moods in high spirits. That’s how money was earned. Not men squabbling.
Skylla found herself biting her lip at the small smack to her skin. Her gaze even drifted to his face with a clear, silent challenge for him to do it again. In private. Where they could be on even ground. He was still bigger and stronger than her, but she was quite sure she hadn't lost her edge yet. She could still fight him if she really wanted to. Then again, fighting him didn't seem like as fun an idea as riding him. She could still remember what he felt like.
She bit down on her bottom lip at that singular thought, deciding then to rise to the challenge of his demand she not call him 'sweet'.
"What would you like me to call you then, Captain? Lukos? Captain Lukos? Lover? Pain in my ass?" her smirk was wild and teasing and she had set the cup of wine on the table, following his hand in her peripheral vision. The hand that was drifting dangerously close to the coin purse and was likely to earn him some trouble just because he never had been able to learn where his hands belonged. On her body, maybe, but not taking her things.
Especially her money. The money she had earned and worked for.
"Isn't that how winning works?" Skylla mused, completely ignore everyone else. "You win... you get big rewards," her gaze traveled down his chest and she smiled a cheshire smile. Her hand drifted from the table and caught his as he went to take coins from her coin purse. Taking his wrist, she brought his hand to her lips, biting down on his pointer finger with a playful amount of pressure. Not enough to hurt, but more than enough to entice. "You should know better by now, Lukos," she shoved the coin purse back into its hiding place.
"What is mine is not also yours," she mused pointedly, dark gaze playful, her voice full of pure amusement rather than anger. She wasn't actually mad, she just liked to play. And it had been far, far too long since she'd gotten to play with him. And while she would tease him a little bit, her mind hearkened back to when they were children. When he would take her things and toss them in a pond or into the ocean just to make her mad. It had always worked, but she was interested in bring that up after so long. They had been children. And even though Sophos had been a monster to them, children still did childish things, even if they were mean. Then again, both Skylla and Lukos had learned from the same man. She just wasn't one to always act on her anger.
Skylla's gaze drifted to Aegen and she watched him with a critical eye for a moment. "We're negotiating," the hum of her voice completely disregarded Aegen's protests. Then she reached for the dice, holding them out to Lukos' free hand, "You won last game, Captain. Roll your dice. See if luck is on your side."
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Skylla found herself biting her lip at the small smack to her skin. Her gaze even drifted to his face with a clear, silent challenge for him to do it again. In private. Where they could be on even ground. He was still bigger and stronger than her, but she was quite sure she hadn't lost her edge yet. She could still fight him if she really wanted to. Then again, fighting him didn't seem like as fun an idea as riding him. She could still remember what he felt like.
She bit down on her bottom lip at that singular thought, deciding then to rise to the challenge of his demand she not call him 'sweet'.
"What would you like me to call you then, Captain? Lukos? Captain Lukos? Lover? Pain in my ass?" her smirk was wild and teasing and she had set the cup of wine on the table, following his hand in her peripheral vision. The hand that was drifting dangerously close to the coin purse and was likely to earn him some trouble just because he never had been able to learn where his hands belonged. On her body, maybe, but not taking her things.
Especially her money. The money she had earned and worked for.
"Isn't that how winning works?" Skylla mused, completely ignore everyone else. "You win... you get big rewards," her gaze traveled down his chest and she smiled a cheshire smile. Her hand drifted from the table and caught his as he went to take coins from her coin purse. Taking his wrist, she brought his hand to her lips, biting down on his pointer finger with a playful amount of pressure. Not enough to hurt, but more than enough to entice. "You should know better by now, Lukos," she shoved the coin purse back into its hiding place.
"What is mine is not also yours," she mused pointedly, dark gaze playful, her voice full of pure amusement rather than anger. She wasn't actually mad, she just liked to play. And it had been far, far too long since she'd gotten to play with him. And while she would tease him a little bit, her mind hearkened back to when they were children. When he would take her things and toss them in a pond or into the ocean just to make her mad. It had always worked, but she was interested in bring that up after so long. They had been children. And even though Sophos had been a monster to them, children still did childish things, even if they were mean. Then again, both Skylla and Lukos had learned from the same man. She just wasn't one to always act on her anger.
Skylla's gaze drifted to Aegen and she watched him with a critical eye for a moment. "We're negotiating," the hum of her voice completely disregarded Aegen's protests. Then she reached for the dice, holding them out to Lukos' free hand, "You won last game, Captain. Roll your dice. See if luck is on your side."
Skylla found herself biting her lip at the small smack to her skin. Her gaze even drifted to his face with a clear, silent challenge for him to do it again. In private. Where they could be on even ground. He was still bigger and stronger than her, but she was quite sure she hadn't lost her edge yet. She could still fight him if she really wanted to. Then again, fighting him didn't seem like as fun an idea as riding him. She could still remember what he felt like.
She bit down on her bottom lip at that singular thought, deciding then to rise to the challenge of his demand she not call him 'sweet'.
"What would you like me to call you then, Captain? Lukos? Captain Lukos? Lover? Pain in my ass?" her smirk was wild and teasing and she had set the cup of wine on the table, following his hand in her peripheral vision. The hand that was drifting dangerously close to the coin purse and was likely to earn him some trouble just because he never had been able to learn where his hands belonged. On her body, maybe, but not taking her things.
Especially her money. The money she had earned and worked for.
"Isn't that how winning works?" Skylla mused, completely ignore everyone else. "You win... you get big rewards," her gaze traveled down his chest and she smiled a cheshire smile. Her hand drifted from the table and caught his as he went to take coins from her coin purse. Taking his wrist, she brought his hand to her lips, biting down on his pointer finger with a playful amount of pressure. Not enough to hurt, but more than enough to entice. "You should know better by now, Lukos," she shoved the coin purse back into its hiding place.
"What is mine is not also yours," she mused pointedly, dark gaze playful, her voice full of pure amusement rather than anger. She wasn't actually mad, she just liked to play. And it had been far, far too long since she'd gotten to play with him. And while she would tease him a little bit, her mind hearkened back to when they were children. When he would take her things and toss them in a pond or into the ocean just to make her mad. It had always worked, but she was interested in bring that up after so long. They had been children. And even though Sophos had been a monster to them, children still did childish things, even if they were mean. Then again, both Skylla and Lukos had learned from the same man. She just wasn't one to always act on her anger.
Skylla's gaze drifted to Aegen and she watched him with a critical eye for a moment. "We're negotiating," the hum of her voice completely disregarded Aegen's protests. Then she reached for the dice, holding them out to Lukos' free hand, "You won last game, Captain. Roll your dice. See if luck is on your side."
He'd known he probably wouldn't get away with taking the coins but he couldn't resist sliding his fingertips along her chest and into the nice little bag where all the value was. She was the one who'd left the island and she should have known better than to assume he'd be totally sweet to her just for old time's sake. Their relationship was never one of loving words and sweet nothings; at least on his end. She was the only girl on the island that he'd found to be attractive and he'd liked the fact that she was his tormentor's daughter. It wasn't revenge, exactly, and Sophos had never said anything, though he had to have known. They'd simply passed the time with each other, practiced on each other, and fought with each other until they had accidentally formed some kind of weird bond that he couldn't put a name to. It wasn't friendship, exactly, and the thought of marriage to her had never crossed his teenage mind.
Killing her father had sealed some kind of silent agreement between them that they would now need to part. Obviously she didn't hold the murder against him or she wouldn't be sitting on his lap now, with her fingers delicately grasping his wrist, taunting him with promises he knew full well she'd keep whether he won or lost. Despite his intention to remain mostly neutral, her threatened bite had the effect he knew she'd been looking for and he shifted her so she wasn't sitting directly on his swiftly hardening resolve to put her in her place later.
"You should know better by now, Lukos. What's mine is not also yours," she teased.
When she told Aegen they were negotiating, Lukos snorted and closed his hand around the dice as she dropped them into his waiting palm. "Looks more like a hostage situation to me," he muttered and tossed the dice onto the table. Luck was on his side for most of the game.
As banter between them normalled out and the men grew used to another woman at the table, drinking resumed and laughter ensued. Despite wanting to rekindle the more fun parts of their past, Lukos was perfectly content to stay downstairs with her until well past midnight. By then the tavern was full to bursting with people. Whores mingled, loose women like Skylla stayed with their chosen target, and men like Lukos plied anyone within sight with alcohol. They switched from wine to beer somewhere during the games and by the last round, he was laughing with his face in her chest while one of his men complained about now having to go back to the ship and sleep on deck because he'd lost all his money.
No one offered to pay for him to sleep in the tavern.
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He'd known he probably wouldn't get away with taking the coins but he couldn't resist sliding his fingertips along her chest and into the nice little bag where all the value was. She was the one who'd left the island and she should have known better than to assume he'd be totally sweet to her just for old time's sake. Their relationship was never one of loving words and sweet nothings; at least on his end. She was the only girl on the island that he'd found to be attractive and he'd liked the fact that she was his tormentor's daughter. It wasn't revenge, exactly, and Sophos had never said anything, though he had to have known. They'd simply passed the time with each other, practiced on each other, and fought with each other until they had accidentally formed some kind of weird bond that he couldn't put a name to. It wasn't friendship, exactly, and the thought of marriage to her had never crossed his teenage mind.
Killing her father had sealed some kind of silent agreement between them that they would now need to part. Obviously she didn't hold the murder against him or she wouldn't be sitting on his lap now, with her fingers delicately grasping his wrist, taunting him with promises he knew full well she'd keep whether he won or lost. Despite his intention to remain mostly neutral, her threatened bite had the effect he knew she'd been looking for and he shifted her so she wasn't sitting directly on his swiftly hardening resolve to put her in her place later.
"You should know better by now, Lukos. What's mine is not also yours," she teased.
When she told Aegen they were negotiating, Lukos snorted and closed his hand around the dice as she dropped them into his waiting palm. "Looks more like a hostage situation to me," he muttered and tossed the dice onto the table. Luck was on his side for most of the game.
As banter between them normalled out and the men grew used to another woman at the table, drinking resumed and laughter ensued. Despite wanting to rekindle the more fun parts of their past, Lukos was perfectly content to stay downstairs with her until well past midnight. By then the tavern was full to bursting with people. Whores mingled, loose women like Skylla stayed with their chosen target, and men like Lukos plied anyone within sight with alcohol. They switched from wine to beer somewhere during the games and by the last round, he was laughing with his face in her chest while one of his men complained about now having to go back to the ship and sleep on deck because he'd lost all his money.
No one offered to pay for him to sleep in the tavern.
He'd known he probably wouldn't get away with taking the coins but he couldn't resist sliding his fingertips along her chest and into the nice little bag where all the value was. She was the one who'd left the island and she should have known better than to assume he'd be totally sweet to her just for old time's sake. Their relationship was never one of loving words and sweet nothings; at least on his end. She was the only girl on the island that he'd found to be attractive and he'd liked the fact that she was his tormentor's daughter. It wasn't revenge, exactly, and Sophos had never said anything, though he had to have known. They'd simply passed the time with each other, practiced on each other, and fought with each other until they had accidentally formed some kind of weird bond that he couldn't put a name to. It wasn't friendship, exactly, and the thought of marriage to her had never crossed his teenage mind.
Killing her father had sealed some kind of silent agreement between them that they would now need to part. Obviously she didn't hold the murder against him or she wouldn't be sitting on his lap now, with her fingers delicately grasping his wrist, taunting him with promises he knew full well she'd keep whether he won or lost. Despite his intention to remain mostly neutral, her threatened bite had the effect he knew she'd been looking for and he shifted her so she wasn't sitting directly on his swiftly hardening resolve to put her in her place later.
"You should know better by now, Lukos. What's mine is not also yours," she teased.
When she told Aegen they were negotiating, Lukos snorted and closed his hand around the dice as she dropped them into his waiting palm. "Looks more like a hostage situation to me," he muttered and tossed the dice onto the table. Luck was on his side for most of the game.
As banter between them normalled out and the men grew used to another woman at the table, drinking resumed and laughter ensued. Despite wanting to rekindle the more fun parts of their past, Lukos was perfectly content to stay downstairs with her until well past midnight. By then the tavern was full to bursting with people. Whores mingled, loose women like Skylla stayed with their chosen target, and men like Lukos plied anyone within sight with alcohol. They switched from wine to beer somewhere during the games and by the last round, he was laughing with his face in her chest while one of his men complained about now having to go back to the ship and sleep on deck because he'd lost all his money.
No one offered to pay for him to sleep in the tavern.
Skylla had learned early on in her separation from the island that alcohol was dangerous when in a crowd. Maybe not for a man, but for a woman especially. The amount of drinking she had done on the safety of her father's island was not the same as the amount of drinking she usually partook in in the cities. The taverns were fun. She liked to drink with the best of them, but the woman also liked to keep her wits about her. The draw of alcohol. The warmth is made her feel. The slowness of the world when she was drunk was inviting.
But even among someone she trusted, she couldn't bring herself to keep up. Maybe Lukos didn't want to remember the night, but Skylla could use whatever he gave her for months. To keep herself satisfied when all of the other options in Midas were not so exciting. Prior to their little relationship on the island, Skylla had slept with a few boys and found sex boring. But Lukos was anything but and she was determined not to let her sharp tongue ruin things for them.
She did drink from his cup. From her own. She tossed her dice with little care of how they landed and if she won, but she was careful with her money. At some point, among the banter, her small sips of wine and ale, and the laughter, she had stopped playing and spent more time adding to Lukos' "luck" of the game. The idea of taking him upstairs was alluring, but gambling was a pastime she didn't often pass up. But she wasn't going to go back to Lysander drunk and broke if she could help it.
With Lukos laughing wildly into her chest, Skylla also laughed, her smile bright and her nails trailing up against the back of his neck once more. It was then that she urged him to look up at her, brushing her nose against his like she might kiss him, though she didn't, only whispering so no one would hear them. "More drink, Captain? Or maybe you thirst for some different nectar?" he smile tilted her lips before she pulled her face from his.
With him distracted, she took a few coins on the table, putting them in the near bulging pot at the center. Keeping her gaze on his face, she rolled the dice one last time, only looking away when multiple men groaned in frustration. One of them muttered about joining the other on the ship and Skylla smirked. "Would you look at that, Captain," Skylla hummed, shifting in his lap to pull his pile of money toward his side of the table, "I am good luck." Then she bit her lip, her gaze flicking to his lips before she took another long sip of her ale.
She wondered if he might be drunk enough to gamble it all away or keep it and make better use of it elsewhere. Either way, she slipped out of his lap, her fingertips trailing along his shoulders as she wandered to the bar, putting a few coins down. She was going to get her own room and if he seemed more privy to gambling, she would sleep she supposed. Internally, she prayed he would follow her instead.
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Skylla had learned early on in her separation from the island that alcohol was dangerous when in a crowd. Maybe not for a man, but for a woman especially. The amount of drinking she had done on the safety of her father's island was not the same as the amount of drinking she usually partook in in the cities. The taverns were fun. She liked to drink with the best of them, but the woman also liked to keep her wits about her. The draw of alcohol. The warmth is made her feel. The slowness of the world when she was drunk was inviting.
But even among someone she trusted, she couldn't bring herself to keep up. Maybe Lukos didn't want to remember the night, but Skylla could use whatever he gave her for months. To keep herself satisfied when all of the other options in Midas were not so exciting. Prior to their little relationship on the island, Skylla had slept with a few boys and found sex boring. But Lukos was anything but and she was determined not to let her sharp tongue ruin things for them.
She did drink from his cup. From her own. She tossed her dice with little care of how they landed and if she won, but she was careful with her money. At some point, among the banter, her small sips of wine and ale, and the laughter, she had stopped playing and spent more time adding to Lukos' "luck" of the game. The idea of taking him upstairs was alluring, but gambling was a pastime she didn't often pass up. But she wasn't going to go back to Lysander drunk and broke if she could help it.
With Lukos laughing wildly into her chest, Skylla also laughed, her smile bright and her nails trailing up against the back of his neck once more. It was then that she urged him to look up at her, brushing her nose against his like she might kiss him, though she didn't, only whispering so no one would hear them. "More drink, Captain? Or maybe you thirst for some different nectar?" he smile tilted her lips before she pulled her face from his.
With him distracted, she took a few coins on the table, putting them in the near bulging pot at the center. Keeping her gaze on his face, she rolled the dice one last time, only looking away when multiple men groaned in frustration. One of them muttered about joining the other on the ship and Skylla smirked. "Would you look at that, Captain," Skylla hummed, shifting in his lap to pull his pile of money toward his side of the table, "I am good luck." Then she bit her lip, her gaze flicking to his lips before she took another long sip of her ale.
She wondered if he might be drunk enough to gamble it all away or keep it and make better use of it elsewhere. Either way, she slipped out of his lap, her fingertips trailing along his shoulders as she wandered to the bar, putting a few coins down. She was going to get her own room and if he seemed more privy to gambling, she would sleep she supposed. Internally, she prayed he would follow her instead.
Skylla had learned early on in her separation from the island that alcohol was dangerous when in a crowd. Maybe not for a man, but for a woman especially. The amount of drinking she had done on the safety of her father's island was not the same as the amount of drinking she usually partook in in the cities. The taverns were fun. She liked to drink with the best of them, but the woman also liked to keep her wits about her. The draw of alcohol. The warmth is made her feel. The slowness of the world when she was drunk was inviting.
But even among someone she trusted, she couldn't bring herself to keep up. Maybe Lukos didn't want to remember the night, but Skylla could use whatever he gave her for months. To keep herself satisfied when all of the other options in Midas were not so exciting. Prior to their little relationship on the island, Skylla had slept with a few boys and found sex boring. But Lukos was anything but and she was determined not to let her sharp tongue ruin things for them.
She did drink from his cup. From her own. She tossed her dice with little care of how they landed and if she won, but she was careful with her money. At some point, among the banter, her small sips of wine and ale, and the laughter, she had stopped playing and spent more time adding to Lukos' "luck" of the game. The idea of taking him upstairs was alluring, but gambling was a pastime she didn't often pass up. But she wasn't going to go back to Lysander drunk and broke if she could help it.
With Lukos laughing wildly into her chest, Skylla also laughed, her smile bright and her nails trailing up against the back of his neck once more. It was then that she urged him to look up at her, brushing her nose against his like she might kiss him, though she didn't, only whispering so no one would hear them. "More drink, Captain? Or maybe you thirst for some different nectar?" he smile tilted her lips before she pulled her face from his.
With him distracted, she took a few coins on the table, putting them in the near bulging pot at the center. Keeping her gaze on his face, she rolled the dice one last time, only looking away when multiple men groaned in frustration. One of them muttered about joining the other on the ship and Skylla smirked. "Would you look at that, Captain," Skylla hummed, shifting in his lap to pull his pile of money toward his side of the table, "I am good luck." Then she bit her lip, her gaze flicking to his lips before she took another long sip of her ale.
She wondered if he might be drunk enough to gamble it all away or keep it and make better use of it elsewhere. Either way, she slipped out of his lap, her fingertips trailing along his shoulders as she wandered to the bar, putting a few coins down. She was going to get her own room and if he seemed more privy to gambling, she would sleep she supposed. Internally, she prayed he would follow her instead.
He wasn’t drunk enough that he was singing yet, and he would definitely remember tonight. So long as they stayed awake long enough, he could skip the raging hangover. With her nails dragging up the back of his neck and the softness of her chest against his face, he’d let her throw the dice as often as she wanted. He didn’t fight it when she tipped his face up and murmured to him and his focus was on watching her mouth move more than the rowdy crowd around them. No one was paying much attention to anyone else anymore. The night had devolved from the game being the primary focus to Hedrion asleep on the table. Catos was kind enough to pocket Hedrion’s winnings and would likely be giving most of it back the next morning. Depending on how much the other man remembered.
As Skylla pulled away, Lukos had followed her as much as he could but she was soon out of reach and turned away. The dice clattered against the table and clinked on the pile of coins. Skylla turned back to him. "Would you look at that, Captain. I am good luck.” Only when he heard the sound of metal scraping over wood did he finally look away and watch the pile of coins she was pulling toward him. He didn’t see her looking at him with thoughts clearly written on her face. He was now busy counting, slowly, his winnings. When she slid off his lap, he put out an arm to stop her but in a moment he’d forgotten and was making the coins into piles so that they’d be easier to put in the coin pouch at his belt.
The second she was gone, one of the whores slid into his lap and watched him sliding the piles across the table. ”That’s a lot of coins, captain,” she mused. Unlike Skylla, this woman smelled like sweat and dock sex. A potent and nose wrinkling combination. ”Part with some of them and I’ll make your head spin,” she cooed.
He tilted his head away from her as far as he could manage, never wavering from his task. “You already are. Maybe another time. I’ve already been claimed.” And with that, he stood up, dumping the whore into a chair right beside them, and looked around for Skylla. He found her walking slowly toward the stairs and pursued her immediately. Careening around maids with trays, chairs pushed out in a haphazard manner, people snagging his clothes, his hand ever on the pouch at his side, he finally made it to her and slipped his arm around her waist.
Pressing his nose to her temple, even though that’s where he’d meant his lips to go, he kissed at her face and landed in her hair. “You smell nice,” he murmured while they went upstairs. The two of them ended up against the wall more than once because his normally impeccable balance was offset by the alcohol. “Where’s your room?”
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He wasn’t drunk enough that he was singing yet, and he would definitely remember tonight. So long as they stayed awake long enough, he could skip the raging hangover. With her nails dragging up the back of his neck and the softness of her chest against his face, he’d let her throw the dice as often as she wanted. He didn’t fight it when she tipped his face up and murmured to him and his focus was on watching her mouth move more than the rowdy crowd around them. No one was paying much attention to anyone else anymore. The night had devolved from the game being the primary focus to Hedrion asleep on the table. Catos was kind enough to pocket Hedrion’s winnings and would likely be giving most of it back the next morning. Depending on how much the other man remembered.
As Skylla pulled away, Lukos had followed her as much as he could but she was soon out of reach and turned away. The dice clattered against the table and clinked on the pile of coins. Skylla turned back to him. "Would you look at that, Captain. I am good luck.” Only when he heard the sound of metal scraping over wood did he finally look away and watch the pile of coins she was pulling toward him. He didn’t see her looking at him with thoughts clearly written on her face. He was now busy counting, slowly, his winnings. When she slid off his lap, he put out an arm to stop her but in a moment he’d forgotten and was making the coins into piles so that they’d be easier to put in the coin pouch at his belt.
The second she was gone, one of the whores slid into his lap and watched him sliding the piles across the table. ”That’s a lot of coins, captain,” she mused. Unlike Skylla, this woman smelled like sweat and dock sex. A potent and nose wrinkling combination. ”Part with some of them and I’ll make your head spin,” she cooed.
He tilted his head away from her as far as he could manage, never wavering from his task. “You already are. Maybe another time. I’ve already been claimed.” And with that, he stood up, dumping the whore into a chair right beside them, and looked around for Skylla. He found her walking slowly toward the stairs and pursued her immediately. Careening around maids with trays, chairs pushed out in a haphazard manner, people snagging his clothes, his hand ever on the pouch at his side, he finally made it to her and slipped his arm around her waist.
Pressing his nose to her temple, even though that’s where he’d meant his lips to go, he kissed at her face and landed in her hair. “You smell nice,” he murmured while they went upstairs. The two of them ended up against the wall more than once because his normally impeccable balance was offset by the alcohol. “Where’s your room?”
He wasn’t drunk enough that he was singing yet, and he would definitely remember tonight. So long as they stayed awake long enough, he could skip the raging hangover. With her nails dragging up the back of his neck and the softness of her chest against his face, he’d let her throw the dice as often as she wanted. He didn’t fight it when she tipped his face up and murmured to him and his focus was on watching her mouth move more than the rowdy crowd around them. No one was paying much attention to anyone else anymore. The night had devolved from the game being the primary focus to Hedrion asleep on the table. Catos was kind enough to pocket Hedrion’s winnings and would likely be giving most of it back the next morning. Depending on how much the other man remembered.
As Skylla pulled away, Lukos had followed her as much as he could but she was soon out of reach and turned away. The dice clattered against the table and clinked on the pile of coins. Skylla turned back to him. "Would you look at that, Captain. I am good luck.” Only when he heard the sound of metal scraping over wood did he finally look away and watch the pile of coins she was pulling toward him. He didn’t see her looking at him with thoughts clearly written on her face. He was now busy counting, slowly, his winnings. When she slid off his lap, he put out an arm to stop her but in a moment he’d forgotten and was making the coins into piles so that they’d be easier to put in the coin pouch at his belt.
The second she was gone, one of the whores slid into his lap and watched him sliding the piles across the table. ”That’s a lot of coins, captain,” she mused. Unlike Skylla, this woman smelled like sweat and dock sex. A potent and nose wrinkling combination. ”Part with some of them and I’ll make your head spin,” she cooed.
He tilted his head away from her as far as he could manage, never wavering from his task. “You already are. Maybe another time. I’ve already been claimed.” And with that, he stood up, dumping the whore into a chair right beside them, and looked around for Skylla. He found her walking slowly toward the stairs and pursued her immediately. Careening around maids with trays, chairs pushed out in a haphazard manner, people snagging his clothes, his hand ever on the pouch at his side, he finally made it to her and slipped his arm around her waist.
Pressing his nose to her temple, even though that’s where he’d meant his lips to go, he kissed at her face and landed in her hair. “You smell nice,” he murmured while they went upstairs. The two of them ended up against the wall more than once because his normally impeccable balance was offset by the alcohol. “Where’s your room?”
The woman found herself grinning when the Captain caught up to her. She had spent enough time on top of him and under him and with his face between her thighs in the past to know that he was easy. She was easy. They were both easy, especially when it came to each other. And admittedly, it was even easier to fall back into bed with someone who was familiar. Skylla liked that she knew what Lukos liked. She liked that neither of them had to pay to get it, and she liked that once she had him started, she was likely in for it for any number of hours.
A low hum escaped Skylla's lips when his lips brushed her face, one of her arms wandering up his back while the other trailed his chest. They scaled the stairs in a near-tangle of limbs, Skylla landing against the first wall as they reached the landing. He was off-balance. So was she. Who cared so long as the end result was the same.
"You smell like wine," something she had stated before she rather liked. Even tasting it on his tongue was alluring. It seemed to free him up more than when he was sober. Turning her head to brush her lips against his once, she trailed her tongue against his bottom lip, going so far as to nip at him. "Right here," she murmured softly, guiding them both away from the wall so that she could nudge him toward a door behind him. A hand against his chest, she walked him slowly backward until his back hit the door. Then she reached for the knob, turning it and pushing him into the room as well.
No, Skylla was not at all surprised that they were on each other before the door had even shut behind her, her foot catching it and letting it close with a slam. Her hand barely turned the lock before she had thrown herself on him, kissing him hard in her intoxicated state. But then her mind was on clothes. Clothes. Clothes. There was too much fabric on his body.
Aphrodite save her she would have ridden him without reservation if her hands weren't fumbling for the ties of his pants. Her mind kept bouncing from place to place, first his pants, then she lost interest in those. Her fingers pushed his shirt up and then over his head to discard somewhere she didn't care to remember. Skylla paused, pulling back a bit so that she could gaze slowly down the length of his body. Delicate fingertips grazed the ridges of muscle at his abdomen. "Holy gods," she complained, her voice thick.
Dark eyes drifted back to his face, her nails wandering back down his front. "It's been too long, Captain," she said darkly, that playful, seductive smile lighting her lips for the second time that night. "I pray you have nowhere to be for... a while," she mused, not willing to put a time limit on how long they would have to reacquaint themselves.
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The woman found herself grinning when the Captain caught up to her. She had spent enough time on top of him and under him and with his face between her thighs in the past to know that he was easy. She was easy. They were both easy, especially when it came to each other. And admittedly, it was even easier to fall back into bed with someone who was familiar. Skylla liked that she knew what Lukos liked. She liked that neither of them had to pay to get it, and she liked that once she had him started, she was likely in for it for any number of hours.
A low hum escaped Skylla's lips when his lips brushed her face, one of her arms wandering up his back while the other trailed his chest. They scaled the stairs in a near-tangle of limbs, Skylla landing against the first wall as they reached the landing. He was off-balance. So was she. Who cared so long as the end result was the same.
"You smell like wine," something she had stated before she rather liked. Even tasting it on his tongue was alluring. It seemed to free him up more than when he was sober. Turning her head to brush her lips against his once, she trailed her tongue against his bottom lip, going so far as to nip at him. "Right here," she murmured softly, guiding them both away from the wall so that she could nudge him toward a door behind him. A hand against his chest, she walked him slowly backward until his back hit the door. Then she reached for the knob, turning it and pushing him into the room as well.
No, Skylla was not at all surprised that they were on each other before the door had even shut behind her, her foot catching it and letting it close with a slam. Her hand barely turned the lock before she had thrown herself on him, kissing him hard in her intoxicated state. But then her mind was on clothes. Clothes. Clothes. There was too much fabric on his body.
Aphrodite save her she would have ridden him without reservation if her hands weren't fumbling for the ties of his pants. Her mind kept bouncing from place to place, first his pants, then she lost interest in those. Her fingers pushed his shirt up and then over his head to discard somewhere she didn't care to remember. Skylla paused, pulling back a bit so that she could gaze slowly down the length of his body. Delicate fingertips grazed the ridges of muscle at his abdomen. "Holy gods," she complained, her voice thick.
Dark eyes drifted back to his face, her nails wandering back down his front. "It's been too long, Captain," she said darkly, that playful, seductive smile lighting her lips for the second time that night. "I pray you have nowhere to be for... a while," she mused, not willing to put a time limit on how long they would have to reacquaint themselves.
The woman found herself grinning when the Captain caught up to her. She had spent enough time on top of him and under him and with his face between her thighs in the past to know that he was easy. She was easy. They were both easy, especially when it came to each other. And admittedly, it was even easier to fall back into bed with someone who was familiar. Skylla liked that she knew what Lukos liked. She liked that neither of them had to pay to get it, and she liked that once she had him started, she was likely in for it for any number of hours.
A low hum escaped Skylla's lips when his lips brushed her face, one of her arms wandering up his back while the other trailed his chest. They scaled the stairs in a near-tangle of limbs, Skylla landing against the first wall as they reached the landing. He was off-balance. So was she. Who cared so long as the end result was the same.
"You smell like wine," something she had stated before she rather liked. Even tasting it on his tongue was alluring. It seemed to free him up more than when he was sober. Turning her head to brush her lips against his once, she trailed her tongue against his bottom lip, going so far as to nip at him. "Right here," she murmured softly, guiding them both away from the wall so that she could nudge him toward a door behind him. A hand against his chest, she walked him slowly backward until his back hit the door. Then she reached for the knob, turning it and pushing him into the room as well.
No, Skylla was not at all surprised that they were on each other before the door had even shut behind her, her foot catching it and letting it close with a slam. Her hand barely turned the lock before she had thrown herself on him, kissing him hard in her intoxicated state. But then her mind was on clothes. Clothes. Clothes. There was too much fabric on his body.
Aphrodite save her she would have ridden him without reservation if her hands weren't fumbling for the ties of his pants. Her mind kept bouncing from place to place, first his pants, then she lost interest in those. Her fingers pushed his shirt up and then over his head to discard somewhere she didn't care to remember. Skylla paused, pulling back a bit so that she could gaze slowly down the length of his body. Delicate fingertips grazed the ridges of muscle at his abdomen. "Holy gods," she complained, her voice thick.
Dark eyes drifted back to his face, her nails wandering back down his front. "It's been too long, Captain," she said darkly, that playful, seductive smile lighting her lips for the second time that night. "I pray you have nowhere to be for... a while," she mused, not willing to put a time limit on how long they would have to reacquaint themselves.
”You smell like wine,” she murmured. That might have made him pull back if she was anyone else but in this case, it only made him cup the back of her head and hold her to him for a sloppy, opened mouthed kiss. The kind of suave that the intoxicated liked to use. His finesse was gone but his lust was not. He wanted to invade her in every way possible and knew that he could; a benefit of sleeping with someone familiar. He knew what to expect from her, knowing what she liked, what she didn’t, and the same held true on her end. She probably wouldn’t be coy and avoid the rougher play that he usually wanted.
”Right here.”
He was only dimly aware of being pulled away from the wall. In a fancy bit of footwork, she’d turned them so that now he was being backed across the hall. His back hit the smooth wood grain of the door and he laughed as she fumbled with the knob. The door fell away and he stumbled backward, pulling her with him for balance. Their kiss was the only thing keeping him on his feet but Skylla tugged him forward again as she slammed the door. He found his equilibrium restored as she began her attacks on him in earnest with lips and tongue and teeth and fingers fiddling with his clothes.
“Woah, woah,” he laughed when she went straight for the ties on his pants. “A man likes to be romanced,” he teased. She looked like she took him seriously and abandoned the ties in favor of the hem of his shirt. It was up and off and gone before he’d even been able to think of stopping her. Two could play this game.
He didn’t allow her to stare at him for long while she told him she hoped he didn’t have somewhere to be. “Nowhere in particular.” He took her by the hair and brought her face up to his, claiming her mouth again. All this talking was distracting them from what they both wanted. His mind had gone the same way hers had. Clothes, clothes, clothes. Thankfully all he had to contend with on her was a corded belt at her waist and two clasps on her shoulders. Knots were nothing to a sailor and he flung her belt away. Making quick work of her clasps, he pulled her dress off her body and watched it pool on the floor at her feet.
“That’s better.” It was his turn to look her over and he did so with both eyes and hands. In the two years she’d been away, her curves had filled out deliciously. She was warm and here and his for the taking. He walked her back until she was the one against the wall, trailing his lips along her neck all the while. “Nice trip?” he asked conversationally, as he slid a hand along the back of one of her thighs and pulling it up onto his hip.
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”You smell like wine,” she murmured. That might have made him pull back if she was anyone else but in this case, it only made him cup the back of her head and hold her to him for a sloppy, opened mouthed kiss. The kind of suave that the intoxicated liked to use. His finesse was gone but his lust was not. He wanted to invade her in every way possible and knew that he could; a benefit of sleeping with someone familiar. He knew what to expect from her, knowing what she liked, what she didn’t, and the same held true on her end. She probably wouldn’t be coy and avoid the rougher play that he usually wanted.
”Right here.”
He was only dimly aware of being pulled away from the wall. In a fancy bit of footwork, she’d turned them so that now he was being backed across the hall. His back hit the smooth wood grain of the door and he laughed as she fumbled with the knob. The door fell away and he stumbled backward, pulling her with him for balance. Their kiss was the only thing keeping him on his feet but Skylla tugged him forward again as she slammed the door. He found his equilibrium restored as she began her attacks on him in earnest with lips and tongue and teeth and fingers fiddling with his clothes.
“Woah, woah,” he laughed when she went straight for the ties on his pants. “A man likes to be romanced,” he teased. She looked like she took him seriously and abandoned the ties in favor of the hem of his shirt. It was up and off and gone before he’d even been able to think of stopping her. Two could play this game.
He didn’t allow her to stare at him for long while she told him she hoped he didn’t have somewhere to be. “Nowhere in particular.” He took her by the hair and brought her face up to his, claiming her mouth again. All this talking was distracting them from what they both wanted. His mind had gone the same way hers had. Clothes, clothes, clothes. Thankfully all he had to contend with on her was a corded belt at her waist and two clasps on her shoulders. Knots were nothing to a sailor and he flung her belt away. Making quick work of her clasps, he pulled her dress off her body and watched it pool on the floor at her feet.
“That’s better.” It was his turn to look her over and he did so with both eyes and hands. In the two years she’d been away, her curves had filled out deliciously. She was warm and here and his for the taking. He walked her back until she was the one against the wall, trailing his lips along her neck all the while. “Nice trip?” he asked conversationally, as he slid a hand along the back of one of her thighs and pulling it up onto his hip.
”You smell like wine,” she murmured. That might have made him pull back if she was anyone else but in this case, it only made him cup the back of her head and hold her to him for a sloppy, opened mouthed kiss. The kind of suave that the intoxicated liked to use. His finesse was gone but his lust was not. He wanted to invade her in every way possible and knew that he could; a benefit of sleeping with someone familiar. He knew what to expect from her, knowing what she liked, what she didn’t, and the same held true on her end. She probably wouldn’t be coy and avoid the rougher play that he usually wanted.
”Right here.”
He was only dimly aware of being pulled away from the wall. In a fancy bit of footwork, she’d turned them so that now he was being backed across the hall. His back hit the smooth wood grain of the door and he laughed as she fumbled with the knob. The door fell away and he stumbled backward, pulling her with him for balance. Their kiss was the only thing keeping him on his feet but Skylla tugged him forward again as she slammed the door. He found his equilibrium restored as she began her attacks on him in earnest with lips and tongue and teeth and fingers fiddling with his clothes.
“Woah, woah,” he laughed when she went straight for the ties on his pants. “A man likes to be romanced,” he teased. She looked like she took him seriously and abandoned the ties in favor of the hem of his shirt. It was up and off and gone before he’d even been able to think of stopping her. Two could play this game.
He didn’t allow her to stare at him for long while she told him she hoped he didn’t have somewhere to be. “Nowhere in particular.” He took her by the hair and brought her face up to his, claiming her mouth again. All this talking was distracting them from what they both wanted. His mind had gone the same way hers had. Clothes, clothes, clothes. Thankfully all he had to contend with on her was a corded belt at her waist and two clasps on her shoulders. Knots were nothing to a sailor and he flung her belt away. Making quick work of her clasps, he pulled her dress off her body and watched it pool on the floor at her feet.
“That’s better.” It was his turn to look her over and he did so with both eyes and hands. In the two years she’d been away, her curves had filled out deliciously. She was warm and here and his for the taking. He walked her back until she was the one against the wall, trailing his lips along her neck all the while. “Nice trip?” he asked conversationally, as he slid a hand along the back of one of her thighs and pulling it up onto his hip.
Skylla's laugh was a low, heady chuckle. Romanced. That was a joke, though she understood fully what he was getting at. Thus, her fingers worked their way up his skin, feeling the ridges of hard muscle under delicate fingertips. Though she was not allowed the pleasure of letting her gaze wander his body for too long, she did enjoy what she found in her quick observations. Much like she remembered, but he had still filled out more over the last two years.
A sharp catch of her breath escaped from her throat as Lukos found his fingers in her hair, tugging sharply and making her angle her head so that he could fit his mouth to hers once more. Skylla wouldn't resist nor reject him. She rather liked his brand of pleasure and the hard hand in her hair did little more than turn her on, setting her alight and drumming anticipation through her. With his mouth on hers, her lips parted slowly, her tongue dipping deliciously against his.
The working of his hands on her clothing was welcome, though she made a sound of complaint when his hand left her hair. Another laugh escaped her when her belt went flying across the room and she lifted her hands to help him with her clasps but he beat her do it. Breaking the kiss off, she used her hands to help the fabric drift down her body slower than if she had just let it fall. The fabric trailed over her breasts, down along her abdomen and then dragged its way down her hips and legs. Stepping slowly out of the circle of fabric, Skylla hummed contentedly at warm, rough hands on her skin.
His hands.
Maybe she was an idiot for having left the island, but it made this moment all the more delicious and she had every intention of milking him for everything he could give her that night. Sure, there would be copious amounts of tea come morning, but having him would be worth the bitter taste that would linger for hours.
Lukos walked her backward and her fingers moved back to the ties of his pants. This time, the knot was of no consequence to her and one hand slipped into the fabric and the other wandered it's way back into his hair as her back hit the wall. "You say that like I'm coming home," Skylla commented, tipping her head to give him better access to her skin. "I'm here to work," she mused, "Later," she added as an afterthought because she wasn't going to pass up this romp just to go heal some sick old woman that Hades probably should have already claimed long ago.
The fingers that dipped beneath the band of his trousers quickly found his length, her warm hand wrapping around him. She stroked him slowly, humming and pleased that he was already so attentive. "I could feel you all night," she complained, "You seem to enjoy the worst type of torture, Lukos," Skylla chided him breathlessly.
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Skylla's laugh was a low, heady chuckle. Romanced. That was a joke, though she understood fully what he was getting at. Thus, her fingers worked their way up his skin, feeling the ridges of hard muscle under delicate fingertips. Though she was not allowed the pleasure of letting her gaze wander his body for too long, she did enjoy what she found in her quick observations. Much like she remembered, but he had still filled out more over the last two years.
A sharp catch of her breath escaped from her throat as Lukos found his fingers in her hair, tugging sharply and making her angle her head so that he could fit his mouth to hers once more. Skylla wouldn't resist nor reject him. She rather liked his brand of pleasure and the hard hand in her hair did little more than turn her on, setting her alight and drumming anticipation through her. With his mouth on hers, her lips parted slowly, her tongue dipping deliciously against his.
The working of his hands on her clothing was welcome, though she made a sound of complaint when his hand left her hair. Another laugh escaped her when her belt went flying across the room and she lifted her hands to help him with her clasps but he beat her do it. Breaking the kiss off, she used her hands to help the fabric drift down her body slower than if she had just let it fall. The fabric trailed over her breasts, down along her abdomen and then dragged its way down her hips and legs. Stepping slowly out of the circle of fabric, Skylla hummed contentedly at warm, rough hands on her skin.
His hands.
Maybe she was an idiot for having left the island, but it made this moment all the more delicious and she had every intention of milking him for everything he could give her that night. Sure, there would be copious amounts of tea come morning, but having him would be worth the bitter taste that would linger for hours.
Lukos walked her backward and her fingers moved back to the ties of his pants. This time, the knot was of no consequence to her and one hand slipped into the fabric and the other wandered it's way back into his hair as her back hit the wall. "You say that like I'm coming home," Skylla commented, tipping her head to give him better access to her skin. "I'm here to work," she mused, "Later," she added as an afterthought because she wasn't going to pass up this romp just to go heal some sick old woman that Hades probably should have already claimed long ago.
The fingers that dipped beneath the band of his trousers quickly found his length, her warm hand wrapping around him. She stroked him slowly, humming and pleased that he was already so attentive. "I could feel you all night," she complained, "You seem to enjoy the worst type of torture, Lukos," Skylla chided him breathlessly.
Skylla's laugh was a low, heady chuckle. Romanced. That was a joke, though she understood fully what he was getting at. Thus, her fingers worked their way up his skin, feeling the ridges of hard muscle under delicate fingertips. Though she was not allowed the pleasure of letting her gaze wander his body for too long, she did enjoy what she found in her quick observations. Much like she remembered, but he had still filled out more over the last two years.
A sharp catch of her breath escaped from her throat as Lukos found his fingers in her hair, tugging sharply and making her angle her head so that he could fit his mouth to hers once more. Skylla wouldn't resist nor reject him. She rather liked his brand of pleasure and the hard hand in her hair did little more than turn her on, setting her alight and drumming anticipation through her. With his mouth on hers, her lips parted slowly, her tongue dipping deliciously against his.
The working of his hands on her clothing was welcome, though she made a sound of complaint when his hand left her hair. Another laugh escaped her when her belt went flying across the room and she lifted her hands to help him with her clasps but he beat her do it. Breaking the kiss off, she used her hands to help the fabric drift down her body slower than if she had just let it fall. The fabric trailed over her breasts, down along her abdomen and then dragged its way down her hips and legs. Stepping slowly out of the circle of fabric, Skylla hummed contentedly at warm, rough hands on her skin.
His hands.
Maybe she was an idiot for having left the island, but it made this moment all the more delicious and she had every intention of milking him for everything he could give her that night. Sure, there would be copious amounts of tea come morning, but having him would be worth the bitter taste that would linger for hours.
Lukos walked her backward and her fingers moved back to the ties of his pants. This time, the knot was of no consequence to her and one hand slipped into the fabric and the other wandered it's way back into his hair as her back hit the wall. "You say that like I'm coming home," Skylla commented, tipping her head to give him better access to her skin. "I'm here to work," she mused, "Later," she added as an afterthought because she wasn't going to pass up this romp just to go heal some sick old woman that Hades probably should have already claimed long ago.
The fingers that dipped beneath the band of his trousers quickly found his length, her warm hand wrapping around him. She stroked him slowly, humming and pleased that he was already so attentive. "I could feel you all night," she complained, "You seem to enjoy the worst type of torture, Lukos," Skylla chided him breathlessly.
None of their movements were particularly coordinated. He pressed her hard against the wall partially as a way to stay balanced and partially because he wanted to. His lips were never far from hers, even as she spoke while untying his pants. He didn’t think she was an idiot for leaving. It was just simply a betrayal. Nothing major. Very few people ever chose to leave the island and even fewer people were ever forced. Though it was technically owned by the king, no soldiers ever came, no lords ever came. It was in an island chain in Colchis that was incredibly hard, next to impossible, to navigate unless you were taught how, like he had been.
He felt like the island was a kingdom all unto itself. Undisturbed forever if he chose for it to be. She’d never be able to find her way back without him, and so when she’d asked to be dropped off in Midas, he’d felt like she was not only leaving everything they’d ever known, but herself as well. Trying to try on a new skin. It was moments like this, though, when they came together, all tongue and teeth and hands, breathless and drunk, that he knew she’d never change. She could lie to herself all she wanted, but she was part of the island. A pirate brat.
His favorite part about her.
"You say that like I'm coming home.” she whispered.
“Don’t worry,” he said into her mouth. “You’re not welcome.”
"I'm here to work...later.”
“Me too-” he stopped mid sentence when her hand wrapped around him and began stroking.
"You seem to enjoy the worst type of torture, Lukos,” she seemed to be teasing him and he watched her, lips hovering close to hers.
“You know I do,” he murmured. For a few second, he let her do what she wanted, but he wasn’t interested in some kind of affectionate reunion. To break whatever connection she appeared to be trying to build, he bit her bottom lip, knocked her hand away, and pulled her leg back up onto his hip. He lined up with her and slid easily inside. She was more than ready and he felt no resistance. Catching her in another kiss, he reached down for her other thigh and had her wrap her legs around him as his hips rolled against hers.
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None of their movements were particularly coordinated. He pressed her hard against the wall partially as a way to stay balanced and partially because he wanted to. His lips were never far from hers, even as she spoke while untying his pants. He didn’t think she was an idiot for leaving. It was just simply a betrayal. Nothing major. Very few people ever chose to leave the island and even fewer people were ever forced. Though it was technically owned by the king, no soldiers ever came, no lords ever came. It was in an island chain in Colchis that was incredibly hard, next to impossible, to navigate unless you were taught how, like he had been.
He felt like the island was a kingdom all unto itself. Undisturbed forever if he chose for it to be. She’d never be able to find her way back without him, and so when she’d asked to be dropped off in Midas, he’d felt like she was not only leaving everything they’d ever known, but herself as well. Trying to try on a new skin. It was moments like this, though, when they came together, all tongue and teeth and hands, breathless and drunk, that he knew she’d never change. She could lie to herself all she wanted, but she was part of the island. A pirate brat.
His favorite part about her.
"You say that like I'm coming home.” she whispered.
“Don’t worry,” he said into her mouth. “You’re not welcome.”
"I'm here to work...later.”
“Me too-” he stopped mid sentence when her hand wrapped around him and began stroking.
"You seem to enjoy the worst type of torture, Lukos,” she seemed to be teasing him and he watched her, lips hovering close to hers.
“You know I do,” he murmured. For a few second, he let her do what she wanted, but he wasn’t interested in some kind of affectionate reunion. To break whatever connection she appeared to be trying to build, he bit her bottom lip, knocked her hand away, and pulled her leg back up onto his hip. He lined up with her and slid easily inside. She was more than ready and he felt no resistance. Catching her in another kiss, he reached down for her other thigh and had her wrap her legs around him as his hips rolled against hers.
None of their movements were particularly coordinated. He pressed her hard against the wall partially as a way to stay balanced and partially because he wanted to. His lips were never far from hers, even as she spoke while untying his pants. He didn’t think she was an idiot for leaving. It was just simply a betrayal. Nothing major. Very few people ever chose to leave the island and even fewer people were ever forced. Though it was technically owned by the king, no soldiers ever came, no lords ever came. It was in an island chain in Colchis that was incredibly hard, next to impossible, to navigate unless you were taught how, like he had been.
He felt like the island was a kingdom all unto itself. Undisturbed forever if he chose for it to be. She’d never be able to find her way back without him, and so when she’d asked to be dropped off in Midas, he’d felt like she was not only leaving everything they’d ever known, but herself as well. Trying to try on a new skin. It was moments like this, though, when they came together, all tongue and teeth and hands, breathless and drunk, that he knew she’d never change. She could lie to herself all she wanted, but she was part of the island. A pirate brat.
His favorite part about her.
"You say that like I'm coming home.” she whispered.
“Don’t worry,” he said into her mouth. “You’re not welcome.”
"I'm here to work...later.”
“Me too-” he stopped mid sentence when her hand wrapped around him and began stroking.
"You seem to enjoy the worst type of torture, Lukos,” she seemed to be teasing him and he watched her, lips hovering close to hers.
“You know I do,” he murmured. For a few second, he let her do what she wanted, but he wasn’t interested in some kind of affectionate reunion. To break whatever connection she appeared to be trying to build, he bit her bottom lip, knocked her hand away, and pulled her leg back up onto his hip. He lined up with her and slid easily inside. She was more than ready and he felt no resistance. Catching her in another kiss, he reached down for her other thigh and had her wrap her legs around him as his hips rolled against hers.
Skylla had been so busy as of late she couldn't remember the last time she had been with anyone. But she did remember the last time she had been with Lukos. She had nearly chickened out that day but had resolved to ride him relentlessly then bucked up and walked her ass off that boat. It had been like... opening a new wound on herself. Or starting a war. There had been one half of her that had been legitimately scared for the first time in her life. The part of her that wanted to turn around and beg Lukos to just take her back.
But the other half, the half that had wanted freedom from the island, if only for a little while, had won out. And she had found a place for herself despite the fact that she came to hate nearly everyone she came across. None of these people she met were like those she had grown up with and she kind of resented all of them for it.
Part of her even resented Lukos for not telling her to sit down and shut up and stay in her place. But this whole new part of her? She was free as a bird and experiencing new things. It was a different kind of high. One that she rather liked and wasn't ready to give up on yet. But she would allow herself this. Him. Lukos.
Her hand worked him slowly, a slight smile lighting her lips that hovered so close to his. Skylla had leaned forward to kiss him again, but he had bit her lip, earning a low hum of approval from her throat. Not resisting him pushing away her touch, she instead threaded her arms around his neck, guiding her leg up against his hip.
It was the feeling of him sinking into her that took her breath, her fingers digging slightly into his shoulders not because it hurt because it didn't, but because she was pleased with the feeling of him. The familiarity, though most men felt the same, there was a comfort in knowing it was him. With both legs wrapped around his hips, Skylla pressed her tongue back into his mouth. Her hips rolled to meet his, one hand fisting into his hair.
If he didn't want to be sweet, neither did she. Over the years, she had found that either was fun when it came to him. If she wanted him rough, he had no problems making her scream. Had she wanted him to be sweet, Skylla knew well that he needed to both be in a giving mood, and receive a proper amount of validation and begging. Sometimes the begging was her favorite part simply because she liked to see how long it took to break his resolve.
Breaking the kiss and tugging his head sharply back by his hair, she watched his face. Leaning into his jaw, she dragged her teeth against his skin, her breathing already quickening in her chest.
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Skylla had been so busy as of late she couldn't remember the last time she had been with anyone. But she did remember the last time she had been with Lukos. She had nearly chickened out that day but had resolved to ride him relentlessly then bucked up and walked her ass off that boat. It had been like... opening a new wound on herself. Or starting a war. There had been one half of her that had been legitimately scared for the first time in her life. The part of her that wanted to turn around and beg Lukos to just take her back.
But the other half, the half that had wanted freedom from the island, if only for a little while, had won out. And she had found a place for herself despite the fact that she came to hate nearly everyone she came across. None of these people she met were like those she had grown up with and she kind of resented all of them for it.
Part of her even resented Lukos for not telling her to sit down and shut up and stay in her place. But this whole new part of her? She was free as a bird and experiencing new things. It was a different kind of high. One that she rather liked and wasn't ready to give up on yet. But she would allow herself this. Him. Lukos.
Her hand worked him slowly, a slight smile lighting her lips that hovered so close to his. Skylla had leaned forward to kiss him again, but he had bit her lip, earning a low hum of approval from her throat. Not resisting him pushing away her touch, she instead threaded her arms around his neck, guiding her leg up against his hip.
It was the feeling of him sinking into her that took her breath, her fingers digging slightly into his shoulders not because it hurt because it didn't, but because she was pleased with the feeling of him. The familiarity, though most men felt the same, there was a comfort in knowing it was him. With both legs wrapped around his hips, Skylla pressed her tongue back into his mouth. Her hips rolled to meet his, one hand fisting into his hair.
If he didn't want to be sweet, neither did she. Over the years, she had found that either was fun when it came to him. If she wanted him rough, he had no problems making her scream. Had she wanted him to be sweet, Skylla knew well that he needed to both be in a giving mood, and receive a proper amount of validation and begging. Sometimes the begging was her favorite part simply because she liked to see how long it took to break his resolve.
Breaking the kiss and tugging his head sharply back by his hair, she watched his face. Leaning into his jaw, she dragged her teeth against his skin, her breathing already quickening in her chest.
Skylla had been so busy as of late she couldn't remember the last time she had been with anyone. But she did remember the last time she had been with Lukos. She had nearly chickened out that day but had resolved to ride him relentlessly then bucked up and walked her ass off that boat. It had been like... opening a new wound on herself. Or starting a war. There had been one half of her that had been legitimately scared for the first time in her life. The part of her that wanted to turn around and beg Lukos to just take her back.
But the other half, the half that had wanted freedom from the island, if only for a little while, had won out. And she had found a place for herself despite the fact that she came to hate nearly everyone she came across. None of these people she met were like those she had grown up with and she kind of resented all of them for it.
Part of her even resented Lukos for not telling her to sit down and shut up and stay in her place. But this whole new part of her? She was free as a bird and experiencing new things. It was a different kind of high. One that she rather liked and wasn't ready to give up on yet. But she would allow herself this. Him. Lukos.
Her hand worked him slowly, a slight smile lighting her lips that hovered so close to his. Skylla had leaned forward to kiss him again, but he had bit her lip, earning a low hum of approval from her throat. Not resisting him pushing away her touch, she instead threaded her arms around his neck, guiding her leg up against his hip.
It was the feeling of him sinking into her that took her breath, her fingers digging slightly into his shoulders not because it hurt because it didn't, but because she was pleased with the feeling of him. The familiarity, though most men felt the same, there was a comfort in knowing it was him. With both legs wrapped around his hips, Skylla pressed her tongue back into his mouth. Her hips rolled to meet his, one hand fisting into his hair.
If he didn't want to be sweet, neither did she. Over the years, she had found that either was fun when it came to him. If she wanted him rough, he had no problems making her scream. Had she wanted him to be sweet, Skylla knew well that he needed to both be in a giving mood, and receive a proper amount of validation and begging. Sometimes the begging was her favorite part simply because she liked to see how long it took to break his resolve.
Breaking the kiss and tugging his head sharply back by his hair, she watched his face. Leaning into his jaw, she dragged her teeth against his skin, her breathing already quickening in her chest.
What he liked about Skylla was that she didn’t care if he didn’t want to play nice. She didn’t seem to need him to be gentle. He could be that, but it wasn’t usually his preference. His life was rough and he was definitely a product of his childhood. Very few things had been nice for him. Or gentle, and he often chose not to be kind to others at the expense of himself. Most of the time, he took what he wanted because he was used to it not being given. She seemed to enjoy it if he took advantage of her, which suited him just fine.
Her fingers curling into him, the nails pressing against his skin, stinging just the slightest bit made him attack her mouth in a way that promised he was in no way close to being done with this. She was in for a long night. He didn’t want to be sweet, he didn’t want her to be sweet, and he didn’t want this to be any kind of reflection of them being excited to see one another. What he wanted was to use her and to be used by her in return.
As though sensing his thoughts, she broke their kiss by pulling at his hair until he was forced to tip his head back slightly. He watched her through dark, half lidded eyes, lips parted, waiting for what she planned. It was her turn to move him how she saw fit, using her hold on his hair to keep him as close as she liked while she nipped at his jaw. This wasn’t going to be quick, he realized, and that meant they weren’t going to be staying against this wall, either. He was a little too drunk for what she seemed to be after and the bed or the floor were easier to maneuver over.
“You miss me,” he accused, pulling her away from the wall and backing them up the few steps it took to the bed. The way they landed, he was sitting with her in his lap. Her hold on his hair was still firmly in place but he now had better access to her chest. Using her hips, he forced her onto her knees while he bent a little bit in order to kiss along the tops of her breasts. He then let her ease back down and gave her ass a smack.
“You stopped rocking,” he chided.
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What he liked about Skylla was that she didn’t care if he didn’t want to play nice. She didn’t seem to need him to be gentle. He could be that, but it wasn’t usually his preference. His life was rough and he was definitely a product of his childhood. Very few things had been nice for him. Or gentle, and he often chose not to be kind to others at the expense of himself. Most of the time, he took what he wanted because he was used to it not being given. She seemed to enjoy it if he took advantage of her, which suited him just fine.
Her fingers curling into him, the nails pressing against his skin, stinging just the slightest bit made him attack her mouth in a way that promised he was in no way close to being done with this. She was in for a long night. He didn’t want to be sweet, he didn’t want her to be sweet, and he didn’t want this to be any kind of reflection of them being excited to see one another. What he wanted was to use her and to be used by her in return.
As though sensing his thoughts, she broke their kiss by pulling at his hair until he was forced to tip his head back slightly. He watched her through dark, half lidded eyes, lips parted, waiting for what she planned. It was her turn to move him how she saw fit, using her hold on his hair to keep him as close as she liked while she nipped at his jaw. This wasn’t going to be quick, he realized, and that meant they weren’t going to be staying against this wall, either. He was a little too drunk for what she seemed to be after and the bed or the floor were easier to maneuver over.
“You miss me,” he accused, pulling her away from the wall and backing them up the few steps it took to the bed. The way they landed, he was sitting with her in his lap. Her hold on his hair was still firmly in place but he now had better access to her chest. Using her hips, he forced her onto her knees while he bent a little bit in order to kiss along the tops of her breasts. He then let her ease back down and gave her ass a smack.
“You stopped rocking,” he chided.
What he liked about Skylla was that she didn’t care if he didn’t want to play nice. She didn’t seem to need him to be gentle. He could be that, but it wasn’t usually his preference. His life was rough and he was definitely a product of his childhood. Very few things had been nice for him. Or gentle, and he often chose not to be kind to others at the expense of himself. Most of the time, he took what he wanted because he was used to it not being given. She seemed to enjoy it if he took advantage of her, which suited him just fine.
Her fingers curling into him, the nails pressing against his skin, stinging just the slightest bit made him attack her mouth in a way that promised he was in no way close to being done with this. She was in for a long night. He didn’t want to be sweet, he didn’t want her to be sweet, and he didn’t want this to be any kind of reflection of them being excited to see one another. What he wanted was to use her and to be used by her in return.
As though sensing his thoughts, she broke their kiss by pulling at his hair until he was forced to tip his head back slightly. He watched her through dark, half lidded eyes, lips parted, waiting for what she planned. It was her turn to move him how she saw fit, using her hold on his hair to keep him as close as she liked while she nipped at his jaw. This wasn’t going to be quick, he realized, and that meant they weren’t going to be staying against this wall, either. He was a little too drunk for what she seemed to be after and the bed or the floor were easier to maneuver over.
“You miss me,” he accused, pulling her away from the wall and backing them up the few steps it took to the bed. The way they landed, he was sitting with her in his lap. Her hold on his hair was still firmly in place but he now had better access to her chest. Using her hips, he forced her onto her knees while he bent a little bit in order to kiss along the tops of her breasts. He then let her ease back down and gave her ass a smack.
“You stopped rocking,” he chided.
Skylla wasn't going to admit that she had been looking forward to this from the moment that she had set her gaze on the Aceton. There had been no true promise of anything happening tonight, but she knew Lukos and she knew that the offer of good sex, rather than just dock sex with some whore he picked up in a tavern, was often more than alluring.
She wasn't at all surprised that he had buried himself in her as fast as they had both been able to manage. If anything, she was pleased with the speed of things. She'd been settled against his lap for so long earlier that she had been actively resisting the urge to grind down on him at every single instance. It wouldn't have mattered that people were around to her, but Skylla was aware that Lukos did not always appreciate the public nature of things.
Especially when it came to sex. That wasn't to say that Skylla wouldn't tease him, because she had. She was just quietly aware of the boundaries that had been set long ago.
Gripping his hair a little harder, her dark gaze raked along his skin and her kisses trailed back along his neck. Then her teeth wandered skin and soon he was moving them backward toward the bed. A sharp sigh of pleasure escaped her, and one of protest at the loss of him so close to her. They landed easily and she was already shifting herself to her knees as he made the same motion.
"Do I?" Skylla chided playfully, grazing her lips back along his jaw and then to his lips. Her tongue trailed against his bottom lip, trying to entice her into another kiss. "What gave you that impression?" her voice had dropped to a sweet purr and her lips grazed his a second time. She sunk back down onto his length, biting his bottom lip and humming out a pleased sound. The slap against her ass made her moan and then she was kissing him again. Full on and hard, her tongue dipping against his.
This was the ride that she had been wanting all night. Had the tavern not been full of people, especially his crewmates and two of the men that had known her since she was born, she might have let him take her down in the inn. She'd seen worse before. Though, like Lukos, Skylla liked her privacy. Watching could be fun, but knowing that your partner was giving you their full attention? That was better than anything.
Hips starting to rock sharply against his once more, delicate fingers trailed down the back of his neck and over along his shoulders. Using her knees, she was able to brace herself enough to lift herself up and then back down with each thrust. Her fingernails raked themselves down the front of his chest and the sole focus became him. Fuck whatever conversation he was intent to keep going. The next time he opened his mouth, if it wasn't her name falling off his lips, she would likely slap him. Then the fun would begin and they wouldn't likely leave the room until... who knew how long.
Her mother had noted they were sickening in that way, not that Skylla had ever cared what her mom thought about her fucking the proclaimed "miniature Sophos". She liked that about him, she guessed. It wasn't much of a character flaw to her.
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Skylla wasn't going to admit that she had been looking forward to this from the moment that she had set her gaze on the Aceton. There had been no true promise of anything happening tonight, but she knew Lukos and she knew that the offer of good sex, rather than just dock sex with some whore he picked up in a tavern, was often more than alluring.
She wasn't at all surprised that he had buried himself in her as fast as they had both been able to manage. If anything, she was pleased with the speed of things. She'd been settled against his lap for so long earlier that she had been actively resisting the urge to grind down on him at every single instance. It wouldn't have mattered that people were around to her, but Skylla was aware that Lukos did not always appreciate the public nature of things.
Especially when it came to sex. That wasn't to say that Skylla wouldn't tease him, because she had. She was just quietly aware of the boundaries that had been set long ago.
Gripping his hair a little harder, her dark gaze raked along his skin and her kisses trailed back along his neck. Then her teeth wandered skin and soon he was moving them backward toward the bed. A sharp sigh of pleasure escaped her, and one of protest at the loss of him so close to her. They landed easily and she was already shifting herself to her knees as he made the same motion.
"Do I?" Skylla chided playfully, grazing her lips back along his jaw and then to his lips. Her tongue trailed against his bottom lip, trying to entice her into another kiss. "What gave you that impression?" her voice had dropped to a sweet purr and her lips grazed his a second time. She sunk back down onto his length, biting his bottom lip and humming out a pleased sound. The slap against her ass made her moan and then she was kissing him again. Full on and hard, her tongue dipping against his.
This was the ride that she had been wanting all night. Had the tavern not been full of people, especially his crewmates and two of the men that had known her since she was born, she might have let him take her down in the inn. She'd seen worse before. Though, like Lukos, Skylla liked her privacy. Watching could be fun, but knowing that your partner was giving you their full attention? That was better than anything.
Hips starting to rock sharply against his once more, delicate fingers trailed down the back of his neck and over along his shoulders. Using her knees, she was able to brace herself enough to lift herself up and then back down with each thrust. Her fingernails raked themselves down the front of his chest and the sole focus became him. Fuck whatever conversation he was intent to keep going. The next time he opened his mouth, if it wasn't her name falling off his lips, she would likely slap him. Then the fun would begin and they wouldn't likely leave the room until... who knew how long.
Her mother had noted they were sickening in that way, not that Skylla had ever cared what her mom thought about her fucking the proclaimed "miniature Sophos". She liked that about him, she guessed. It wasn't much of a character flaw to her.
Skylla wasn't going to admit that she had been looking forward to this from the moment that she had set her gaze on the Aceton. There had been no true promise of anything happening tonight, but she knew Lukos and she knew that the offer of good sex, rather than just dock sex with some whore he picked up in a tavern, was often more than alluring.
She wasn't at all surprised that he had buried himself in her as fast as they had both been able to manage. If anything, she was pleased with the speed of things. She'd been settled against his lap for so long earlier that she had been actively resisting the urge to grind down on him at every single instance. It wouldn't have mattered that people were around to her, but Skylla was aware that Lukos did not always appreciate the public nature of things.
Especially when it came to sex. That wasn't to say that Skylla wouldn't tease him, because she had. She was just quietly aware of the boundaries that had been set long ago.
Gripping his hair a little harder, her dark gaze raked along his skin and her kisses trailed back along his neck. Then her teeth wandered skin and soon he was moving them backward toward the bed. A sharp sigh of pleasure escaped her, and one of protest at the loss of him so close to her. They landed easily and she was already shifting herself to her knees as he made the same motion.
"Do I?" Skylla chided playfully, grazing her lips back along his jaw and then to his lips. Her tongue trailed against his bottom lip, trying to entice her into another kiss. "What gave you that impression?" her voice had dropped to a sweet purr and her lips grazed his a second time. She sunk back down onto his length, biting his bottom lip and humming out a pleased sound. The slap against her ass made her moan and then she was kissing him again. Full on and hard, her tongue dipping against his.
This was the ride that she had been wanting all night. Had the tavern not been full of people, especially his crewmates and two of the men that had known her since she was born, she might have let him take her down in the inn. She'd seen worse before. Though, like Lukos, Skylla liked her privacy. Watching could be fun, but knowing that your partner was giving you their full attention? That was better than anything.
Hips starting to rock sharply against his once more, delicate fingers trailed down the back of his neck and over along his shoulders. Using her knees, she was able to brace herself enough to lift herself up and then back down with each thrust. Her fingernails raked themselves down the front of his chest and the sole focus became him. Fuck whatever conversation he was intent to keep going. The next time he opened his mouth, if it wasn't her name falling off his lips, she would likely slap him. Then the fun would begin and they wouldn't likely leave the room until... who knew how long.
Her mother had noted they were sickening in that way, not that Skylla had ever cared what her mom thought about her fucking the proclaimed "miniature Sophos". She liked that about him, she guessed. It wasn't much of a character flaw to her.
