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The room they occupied was not glamorous. It was cramped, the bed small, the one candle it boasted flicked. Shadows flung themselves along the walls and over their own breathing, he could still hear the clatter of cutlery, bawdy songs, hoots of laughter, and rowdy conversation downstairs. Up here, there were thumps from their shoes hitting the wooden floor. The bed creaked as he scooted backward to give her more room to work with, and he was so drunk and wholly wrapped up in what she was doing, that he barely noticed that he was now lying down with her hovering over him.
The slap to his face did come when his next words were another tease against her that, yes, she must miss him. “You’re so anxious for it-” the words had barely left his mouth before a stinging, playful slap met his face. The abruptness of it took him by surprise and for a second, he didn’t register that it had even happened. Then his numbed senses caught up.
They were then in a near fight of return smacks to her ass, another to his chest, and then he flipped them so that she was on her back. He didn’t want her there. It took him a second to orient himself and not fall off the bed, but he managed to fight her onto her stomach, sinking back into her with a new found desire to be rough with her. Fisting his hand in her hair, he bit her shoulder as he lay stretched out over her.
“Still happy you came upstairs, slut?” Using his hold on her hair, he made her put her face directly into the pillow while he ground his hips into her, forcing himself as deep as she could feasibly take him. Counting her seconds of air, he then pulled her head back and nipped at her jaw. “Beg me to let you up.”
This was fairly reminiscent of their childhood fights, though those hadn’t involved sex. Those had been him grinding her face into the sand by the lagoon and her crying about her doll floating not three feet from them. Their fighting had escalated from there as they’d grown. She’d left behind dolls, he’d taken more of an interest in picking fights so that they’d end the way it was going right now.
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The room they occupied was not glamorous. It was cramped, the bed small, the one candle it boasted flicked. Shadows flung themselves along the walls and over their own breathing, he could still hear the clatter of cutlery, bawdy songs, hoots of laughter, and rowdy conversation downstairs. Up here, there were thumps from their shoes hitting the wooden floor. The bed creaked as he scooted backward to give her more room to work with, and he was so drunk and wholly wrapped up in what she was doing, that he barely noticed that he was now lying down with her hovering over him.
The slap to his face did come when his next words were another tease against her that, yes, she must miss him. “You’re so anxious for it-” the words had barely left his mouth before a stinging, playful slap met his face. The abruptness of it took him by surprise and for a second, he didn’t register that it had even happened. Then his numbed senses caught up.
They were then in a near fight of return smacks to her ass, another to his chest, and then he flipped them so that she was on her back. He didn’t want her there. It took him a second to orient himself and not fall off the bed, but he managed to fight her onto her stomach, sinking back into her with a new found desire to be rough with her. Fisting his hand in her hair, he bit her shoulder as he lay stretched out over her.
“Still happy you came upstairs, slut?” Using his hold on her hair, he made her put her face directly into the pillow while he ground his hips into her, forcing himself as deep as she could feasibly take him. Counting her seconds of air, he then pulled her head back and nipped at her jaw. “Beg me to let you up.”
This was fairly reminiscent of their childhood fights, though those hadn’t involved sex. Those had been him grinding her face into the sand by the lagoon and her crying about her doll floating not three feet from them. Their fighting had escalated from there as they’d grown. She’d left behind dolls, he’d taken more of an interest in picking fights so that they’d end the way it was going right now.
The room they occupied was not glamorous. It was cramped, the bed small, the one candle it boasted flicked. Shadows flung themselves along the walls and over their own breathing, he could still hear the clatter of cutlery, bawdy songs, hoots of laughter, and rowdy conversation downstairs. Up here, there were thumps from their shoes hitting the wooden floor. The bed creaked as he scooted backward to give her more room to work with, and he was so drunk and wholly wrapped up in what she was doing, that he barely noticed that he was now lying down with her hovering over him.
The slap to his face did come when his next words were another tease against her that, yes, she must miss him. “You’re so anxious for it-” the words had barely left his mouth before a stinging, playful slap met his face. The abruptness of it took him by surprise and for a second, he didn’t register that it had even happened. Then his numbed senses caught up.
They were then in a near fight of return smacks to her ass, another to his chest, and then he flipped them so that she was on her back. He didn’t want her there. It took him a second to orient himself and not fall off the bed, but he managed to fight her onto her stomach, sinking back into her with a new found desire to be rough with her. Fisting his hand in her hair, he bit her shoulder as he lay stretched out over her.
“Still happy you came upstairs, slut?” Using his hold on her hair, he made her put her face directly into the pillow while he ground his hips into her, forcing himself as deep as she could feasibly take him. Counting her seconds of air, he then pulled her head back and nipped at her jaw. “Beg me to let you up.”
This was fairly reminiscent of their childhood fights, though those hadn’t involved sex. Those had been him grinding her face into the sand by the lagoon and her crying about her doll floating not three feet from them. Their fighting had escalated from there as they’d grown. She’d left behind dolls, he’d taken more of an interest in picking fights so that they’d end the way it was going right now.
Any room was sometimes better than doing it in the dirt, which she had clear memory of doing many times when they were younger. Against a tree, in the grass, in the dirt. Wherever the two of them lost their temper or wherever they felt the want. There had been little to no supervision on the island, so riding him and getting caught in the past had never once crossed her mind. But on a bed? She preferred a bed. There was less of a mess to clean up and she could find a good amount of leverage by bracing her knees on the mattress. When she had straddled him, she had thrown her sandals across the room, not caring at all where they landed.
She did not like the implication that she was so eager, so she decided to shut him up with a firm slap against his cheek. It worked and Skylla and Lukos found themselves in a slapping match. Skylla was giggling, pleased he was so willing to play rough. The sharp slap against her ass made her shudder and sink sharply onto him once more. Her hands landed firmly against his chest in retaliation, hoping that the motion stung as much as she wanted it to. His reaction was what Skylla had been hoping for, and though she fought him with laughter in her throat, him forcing her onto her stomach had her arching back against him.
And then he was inside of her again, his teeth sinking against her skin and his hand winding into her hair. Skylla's breathing caught at the delicious sting of pain mixed with the pleasure of him filling her. His words didn't sting, but she had a biting retort to throw at him that was promptly cut off when he pushed her face in against the pillow. Not much of a surprise, but she was used to this treatment when his mood was black and he wanted to dominate every inch of her. She had never once complained. She was a little sick because she enjoyed the way her mind spun and her breath shortened, cut off by the loss of air and the gasping breaths he drew from her with the sharp, rough thrusts.
Lukos sharply tipped her head back, letting her catch her breath and a breathy laugh escaped her. Skylla's dark eyes fluttered closed, his teeth on her jaw making her tremble slightly. "I'm only ever a slut for you," she retorted, a smirk lighting her lips. "I'm not going to beg you, Captain. You forget that I love this," her voice took on that sweet purr, her mind still dizzy from lack of air and from his movements. She liked the build up, the roughness. There was no way she was keen on begging because she wasn't ready for him to stop.
Selfishly, Skylla was going to take literally anything he could give her. She liked the teeth on her skin and his breath in her ear. "Is that all you got, Lukos?" the low, reverberating chuckle clattered through the room, her taunt hanging in the air. She reached for the blanket, quite sure she would need to find something to hold if only to keep herself grounded.
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Any room was sometimes better than doing it in the dirt, which she had clear memory of doing many times when they were younger. Against a tree, in the grass, in the dirt. Wherever the two of them lost their temper or wherever they felt the want. There had been little to no supervision on the island, so riding him and getting caught in the past had never once crossed her mind. But on a bed? She preferred a bed. There was less of a mess to clean up and she could find a good amount of leverage by bracing her knees on the mattress. When she had straddled him, she had thrown her sandals across the room, not caring at all where they landed.
She did not like the implication that she was so eager, so she decided to shut him up with a firm slap against his cheek. It worked and Skylla and Lukos found themselves in a slapping match. Skylla was giggling, pleased he was so willing to play rough. The sharp slap against her ass made her shudder and sink sharply onto him once more. Her hands landed firmly against his chest in retaliation, hoping that the motion stung as much as she wanted it to. His reaction was what Skylla had been hoping for, and though she fought him with laughter in her throat, him forcing her onto her stomach had her arching back against him.
And then he was inside of her again, his teeth sinking against her skin and his hand winding into her hair. Skylla's breathing caught at the delicious sting of pain mixed with the pleasure of him filling her. His words didn't sting, but she had a biting retort to throw at him that was promptly cut off when he pushed her face in against the pillow. Not much of a surprise, but she was used to this treatment when his mood was black and he wanted to dominate every inch of her. She had never once complained. She was a little sick because she enjoyed the way her mind spun and her breath shortened, cut off by the loss of air and the gasping breaths he drew from her with the sharp, rough thrusts.
Lukos sharply tipped her head back, letting her catch her breath and a breathy laugh escaped her. Skylla's dark eyes fluttered closed, his teeth on her jaw making her tremble slightly. "I'm only ever a slut for you," she retorted, a smirk lighting her lips. "I'm not going to beg you, Captain. You forget that I love this," her voice took on that sweet purr, her mind still dizzy from lack of air and from his movements. She liked the build up, the roughness. There was no way she was keen on begging because she wasn't ready for him to stop.
Selfishly, Skylla was going to take literally anything he could give her. She liked the teeth on her skin and his breath in her ear. "Is that all you got, Lukos?" the low, reverberating chuckle clattered through the room, her taunt hanging in the air. She reached for the blanket, quite sure she would need to find something to hold if only to keep herself grounded.
Any room was sometimes better than doing it in the dirt, which she had clear memory of doing many times when they were younger. Against a tree, in the grass, in the dirt. Wherever the two of them lost their temper or wherever they felt the want. There had been little to no supervision on the island, so riding him and getting caught in the past had never once crossed her mind. But on a bed? She preferred a bed. There was less of a mess to clean up and she could find a good amount of leverage by bracing her knees on the mattress. When she had straddled him, she had thrown her sandals across the room, not caring at all where they landed.
She did not like the implication that she was so eager, so she decided to shut him up with a firm slap against his cheek. It worked and Skylla and Lukos found themselves in a slapping match. Skylla was giggling, pleased he was so willing to play rough. The sharp slap against her ass made her shudder and sink sharply onto him once more. Her hands landed firmly against his chest in retaliation, hoping that the motion stung as much as she wanted it to. His reaction was what Skylla had been hoping for, and though she fought him with laughter in her throat, him forcing her onto her stomach had her arching back against him.
And then he was inside of her again, his teeth sinking against her skin and his hand winding into her hair. Skylla's breathing caught at the delicious sting of pain mixed with the pleasure of him filling her. His words didn't sting, but she had a biting retort to throw at him that was promptly cut off when he pushed her face in against the pillow. Not much of a surprise, but she was used to this treatment when his mood was black and he wanted to dominate every inch of her. She had never once complained. She was a little sick because she enjoyed the way her mind spun and her breath shortened, cut off by the loss of air and the gasping breaths he drew from her with the sharp, rough thrusts.
Lukos sharply tipped her head back, letting her catch her breath and a breathy laugh escaped her. Skylla's dark eyes fluttered closed, his teeth on her jaw making her tremble slightly. "I'm only ever a slut for you," she retorted, a smirk lighting her lips. "I'm not going to beg you, Captain. You forget that I love this," her voice took on that sweet purr, her mind still dizzy from lack of air and from his movements. She liked the build up, the roughness. There was no way she was keen on begging because she wasn't ready for him to stop.
Selfishly, Skylla was going to take literally anything he could give her. She liked the teeth on her skin and his breath in her ear. "Is that all you got, Lukos?" the low, reverberating chuckle clattered through the room, her taunt hanging in the air. She reached for the blanket, quite sure she would need to find something to hold if only to keep herself grounded.
Something broke downstairs. It smashed on the floor and there was a moment of quiet and then the sharp roar of laughter. The bed creaked and the sheets whispered. Their harsh breathing filled the room for what might have been hours. By the time he collapsed beside her on the bed, spent and sore, the candle burned dangerously low, threatening to put itself out against its own pool of tallow. Lukos watched the flame gasping and sputtering and coughing out smoke while he absently stroked Skylla’s bare back.
Being with Skylla was exhausting but in the best way. She was voracious and very much what he thought of as a slut, which worked out well because he liked that about her. Nice, sweet girls tended to want emotion from him or some sort of promise. If Skylla wanted those things, she kept them well hidden, which only worked in her favor.
Footsteps on the stairs just a few doors down brought him back to himself and he looked away from the candle. Becoming aware of stinging, he twisted to look at his back and was unsurprised to find it clawed and lightly bleeding in a few places. Nothing serious. Just surface wounds. He glanced back at Skylla and raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t suppose you have something to aid those?” He knew very well that she did. She’d have her bag somewhere in this room and he looked around but didn’t immediately spot it. Because of the darkness outside and the shadows constantly flickering from the tallow candle, there were large swaths of the room cast into deep shadow. Even if he could find it, it wasn’t like he had a working knowledge of what the herbs and plants did or what they’d be used for. Likely he’d open the bag and find leather pouches full of gods knew what, smelling even worse, and maybe accidentally apply poison to himself.
“So, aren’t you going to ask me how your mother is?” he asked after a moment. “It’s getting rude, at this point, you not checking.” Billa was just fine. Not even the gods could kill that irritable old bat. Mostly he brought up Billa for conversation because aside from sex, he wasn’t totally sure what to talk to Skylla about or if he wanted to bother. She wasn’t coming back, he’d be leaving soon. There was no point to go any deeper into real conversation. Surface things to stay friendly but otherwise he didn’t want to invest in actual talk.
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Something broke downstairs. It smashed on the floor and there was a moment of quiet and then the sharp roar of laughter. The bed creaked and the sheets whispered. Their harsh breathing filled the room for what might have been hours. By the time he collapsed beside her on the bed, spent and sore, the candle burned dangerously low, threatening to put itself out against its own pool of tallow. Lukos watched the flame gasping and sputtering and coughing out smoke while he absently stroked Skylla’s bare back.
Being with Skylla was exhausting but in the best way. She was voracious and very much what he thought of as a slut, which worked out well because he liked that about her. Nice, sweet girls tended to want emotion from him or some sort of promise. If Skylla wanted those things, she kept them well hidden, which only worked in her favor.
Footsteps on the stairs just a few doors down brought him back to himself and he looked away from the candle. Becoming aware of stinging, he twisted to look at his back and was unsurprised to find it clawed and lightly bleeding in a few places. Nothing serious. Just surface wounds. He glanced back at Skylla and raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t suppose you have something to aid those?” He knew very well that she did. She’d have her bag somewhere in this room and he looked around but didn’t immediately spot it. Because of the darkness outside and the shadows constantly flickering from the tallow candle, there were large swaths of the room cast into deep shadow. Even if he could find it, it wasn’t like he had a working knowledge of what the herbs and plants did or what they’d be used for. Likely he’d open the bag and find leather pouches full of gods knew what, smelling even worse, and maybe accidentally apply poison to himself.
“So, aren’t you going to ask me how your mother is?” he asked after a moment. “It’s getting rude, at this point, you not checking.” Billa was just fine. Not even the gods could kill that irritable old bat. Mostly he brought up Billa for conversation because aside from sex, he wasn’t totally sure what to talk to Skylla about or if he wanted to bother. She wasn’t coming back, he’d be leaving soon. There was no point to go any deeper into real conversation. Surface things to stay friendly but otherwise he didn’t want to invest in actual talk.
Something broke downstairs. It smashed on the floor and there was a moment of quiet and then the sharp roar of laughter. The bed creaked and the sheets whispered. Their harsh breathing filled the room for what might have been hours. By the time he collapsed beside her on the bed, spent and sore, the candle burned dangerously low, threatening to put itself out against its own pool of tallow. Lukos watched the flame gasping and sputtering and coughing out smoke while he absently stroked Skylla’s bare back.
Being with Skylla was exhausting but in the best way. She was voracious and very much what he thought of as a slut, which worked out well because he liked that about her. Nice, sweet girls tended to want emotion from him or some sort of promise. If Skylla wanted those things, she kept them well hidden, which only worked in her favor.
Footsteps on the stairs just a few doors down brought him back to himself and he looked away from the candle. Becoming aware of stinging, he twisted to look at his back and was unsurprised to find it clawed and lightly bleeding in a few places. Nothing serious. Just surface wounds. He glanced back at Skylla and raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t suppose you have something to aid those?” He knew very well that she did. She’d have her bag somewhere in this room and he looked around but didn’t immediately spot it. Because of the darkness outside and the shadows constantly flickering from the tallow candle, there were large swaths of the room cast into deep shadow. Even if he could find it, it wasn’t like he had a working knowledge of what the herbs and plants did or what they’d be used for. Likely he’d open the bag and find leather pouches full of gods knew what, smelling even worse, and maybe accidentally apply poison to himself.
“So, aren’t you going to ask me how your mother is?” he asked after a moment. “It’s getting rude, at this point, you not checking.” Billa was just fine. Not even the gods could kill that irritable old bat. Mostly he brought up Billa for conversation because aside from sex, he wasn’t totally sure what to talk to Skylla about or if he wanted to bother. She wasn’t coming back, he’d be leaving soon. There was no point to go any deeper into real conversation. Surface things to stay friendly but otherwise he didn’t want to invest in actual talk.
The dizzying, heady pleasure she found with Lukos was familiar. Familiar because she had been laying with him since she was old enough to recognize that, yes, Lukos was attractive. Yes, she was attracted to him. Yes, she would let him take her whenever and however he pleased. If she was giving, then so was she and the act had been so mutually beneficial on the island. Here, she had been seeking some semblance of comfort from her old life. Her childhood playmate and tormentor turned friend with benefits was the easiest choice.
Besides, Skylla struggled to settle herself when he was around. She could have walked in and joined that game without taunting him through the entire thing and she was sure they would still be laying here, his fingertips grazing along her back. Up and down, back and forth. However pleased him and soft enough to bring her to the gentle edges of something between sleep and complete contentment.
But his broke through her quiet moment of bliss and enjoyment. The words alone were nearly enough to drag her back into thinking about returning to the island. Then again, she hadn't had her fill of the world away from isolation and sandy shores. She hadn't tasted the cuisine of other kingdoms or truly reached for her own goals and desires. Working with Lysander was a start, but it was not an end.
"Mmm…" she hummed and started to stretch herself out in a luxurious manner. With no shame to begin with, the languid arch of her back and her hips as she coaxed herself to let feet touch the cool floor was a silent invitation for his hands to keep wandering. Though, his words had brought her to thoughts of work and healing the wounds that her own nails had inflicted on his back. "I can't tell who finds more pleasure from that," she leaned over to observe his back. "Me or you," she observed with a teasing lilt.
Then she did the blind search for her leather pack, which she found after she nearly tripped on it. It had been discarded wherever she had thought to toss it with his mouth claiming hers having been such a distraction. Plucking it up and carrying it back, she sat on the edge of the bed, rummaging through it for salves and tinctures that she could use. "Lay on your stomach," she said calmly, wondering if he would fight her about such a simple order.
Mention of Billa didn't so much as earn a glance. Skylla simply laid out her medicines before her, her expression thoughtful and focused now that the captain had given her a task that wasn't debaucherous for the first time that night. "I assume that if either my mother or sister were in any sort of real trouble, or had met their end, you would have said as much just to spite me, Lukos," Skylla said absently, lifting her gaze to watch his face.
She understood that he was somewhat insulted and bitter that she had left and not came back. He didn't have to say it. Lukos was not always so hard to read, especially if one had grown up beside him. He likely took her leaving as a slight, though it was nothing of the sort. "But now that you've lain the foundation, how is my mother? My sister?"
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The dizzying, heady pleasure she found with Lukos was familiar. Familiar because she had been laying with him since she was old enough to recognize that, yes, Lukos was attractive. Yes, she was attracted to him. Yes, she would let him take her whenever and however he pleased. If she was giving, then so was she and the act had been so mutually beneficial on the island. Here, she had been seeking some semblance of comfort from her old life. Her childhood playmate and tormentor turned friend with benefits was the easiest choice.
Besides, Skylla struggled to settle herself when he was around. She could have walked in and joined that game without taunting him through the entire thing and she was sure they would still be laying here, his fingertips grazing along her back. Up and down, back and forth. However pleased him and soft enough to bring her to the gentle edges of something between sleep and complete contentment.
But his broke through her quiet moment of bliss and enjoyment. The words alone were nearly enough to drag her back into thinking about returning to the island. Then again, she hadn't had her fill of the world away from isolation and sandy shores. She hadn't tasted the cuisine of other kingdoms or truly reached for her own goals and desires. Working with Lysander was a start, but it was not an end.
"Mmm…" she hummed and started to stretch herself out in a luxurious manner. With no shame to begin with, the languid arch of her back and her hips as she coaxed herself to let feet touch the cool floor was a silent invitation for his hands to keep wandering. Though, his words had brought her to thoughts of work and healing the wounds that her own nails had inflicted on his back. "I can't tell who finds more pleasure from that," she leaned over to observe his back. "Me or you," she observed with a teasing lilt.
Then she did the blind search for her leather pack, which she found after she nearly tripped on it. It had been discarded wherever she had thought to toss it with his mouth claiming hers having been such a distraction. Plucking it up and carrying it back, she sat on the edge of the bed, rummaging through it for salves and tinctures that she could use. "Lay on your stomach," she said calmly, wondering if he would fight her about such a simple order.
Mention of Billa didn't so much as earn a glance. Skylla simply laid out her medicines before her, her expression thoughtful and focused now that the captain had given her a task that wasn't debaucherous for the first time that night. "I assume that if either my mother or sister were in any sort of real trouble, or had met their end, you would have said as much just to spite me, Lukos," Skylla said absently, lifting her gaze to watch his face.
She understood that he was somewhat insulted and bitter that she had left and not came back. He didn't have to say it. Lukos was not always so hard to read, especially if one had grown up beside him. He likely took her leaving as a slight, though it was nothing of the sort. "But now that you've lain the foundation, how is my mother? My sister?"
The dizzying, heady pleasure she found with Lukos was familiar. Familiar because she had been laying with him since she was old enough to recognize that, yes, Lukos was attractive. Yes, she was attracted to him. Yes, she would let him take her whenever and however he pleased. If she was giving, then so was she and the act had been so mutually beneficial on the island. Here, she had been seeking some semblance of comfort from her old life. Her childhood playmate and tormentor turned friend with benefits was the easiest choice.
Besides, Skylla struggled to settle herself when he was around. She could have walked in and joined that game without taunting him through the entire thing and she was sure they would still be laying here, his fingertips grazing along her back. Up and down, back and forth. However pleased him and soft enough to bring her to the gentle edges of something between sleep and complete contentment.
But his broke through her quiet moment of bliss and enjoyment. The words alone were nearly enough to drag her back into thinking about returning to the island. Then again, she hadn't had her fill of the world away from isolation and sandy shores. She hadn't tasted the cuisine of other kingdoms or truly reached for her own goals and desires. Working with Lysander was a start, but it was not an end.
"Mmm…" she hummed and started to stretch herself out in a luxurious manner. With no shame to begin with, the languid arch of her back and her hips as she coaxed herself to let feet touch the cool floor was a silent invitation for his hands to keep wandering. Though, his words had brought her to thoughts of work and healing the wounds that her own nails had inflicted on his back. "I can't tell who finds more pleasure from that," she leaned over to observe his back. "Me or you," she observed with a teasing lilt.
Then she did the blind search for her leather pack, which she found after she nearly tripped on it. It had been discarded wherever she had thought to toss it with his mouth claiming hers having been such a distraction. Plucking it up and carrying it back, she sat on the edge of the bed, rummaging through it for salves and tinctures that she could use. "Lay on your stomach," she said calmly, wondering if he would fight her about such a simple order.
Mention of Billa didn't so much as earn a glance. Skylla simply laid out her medicines before her, her expression thoughtful and focused now that the captain had given her a task that wasn't debaucherous for the first time that night. "I assume that if either my mother or sister were in any sort of real trouble, or had met their end, you would have said as much just to spite me, Lukos," Skylla said absently, lifting her gaze to watch his face.
She understood that he was somewhat insulted and bitter that she had left and not came back. He didn't have to say it. Lukos was not always so hard to read, especially if one had grown up beside him. He likely took her leaving as a slight, though it was nothing of the sort. "But now that you've lain the foundation, how is my mother? My sister?"
In her typical fashion, she did not hurry to get up and do what he said, like the rest of the people in his life. She took the time to stretch and arch and hum, making sure to let him both see and experience the fact that she was in no way beholden to him or under any sort of contract to do what he wanted. She would do it if and when she felt like it. That was both nice, that he didn’t have to control her, and infuriating that he had no right to control her. If they were on the island, where he was lord and master, he’d have shoved her off the bed and told her to do it faster.
She was free to do what she liked and he forced himself to be patient. Where she was concerned, he tended to be overly aggressive. Likely that stemmed from who she was and who she’d been sired by. Their tumultuous history did not induce him to be overly sweet to her in any way, either. Not once he’d gotten what he wanted. That, and he had very little reason to be nice to her. She wasn’t coming back and he would act however he felt like acting. Never mind that these impulses to meanness had the ring of leftover, childish games that had never been properly resolved.
She leaned over, once she finally decided to move, and inspected his back. "I can't tell who finds more pleasure from that. Me or you.” Then she was up and sifting about for her bag.
“Me in the moment, and you right now,” he muttered, still looking over his shoulder at one of the deeper cuts. It didn’t take her long to find the bag of medicines and herbs, and once she had, she traipsed back to her bed, telling him to lie on his stomach. Obedient in this instance, one of very few, he did what she wanted, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them. His gaze was on the headboard and he closed his eyes as he listened to her rummage around in the bag for what she needed.
The fatigue was starting to take over.
Presently, she spoke. "I assume that if either my mother or sister were in any sort of real trouble, or had met their end, you would have said as much just to spite me, Lukos.”
“Maybe,” he mumbled, hiding his face in his arms and toying with the idea of falling asleep right then and there.
"But now that you've lain the foundation, how is my mother? My sister?"
“Healthy pains in my ass,” he lifted his head up and looked over his shoulder at her. By now, she’d gotten whatever it was out of her bag that she intended to put on his back and he winced with the first swipe of the stuff. “Did it feel that good or were you trying to get me back?” he asked, meaning the scratches.
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In her typical fashion, she did not hurry to get up and do what he said, like the rest of the people in his life. She took the time to stretch and arch and hum, making sure to let him both see and experience the fact that she was in no way beholden to him or under any sort of contract to do what he wanted. She would do it if and when she felt like it. That was both nice, that he didn’t have to control her, and infuriating that he had no right to control her. If they were on the island, where he was lord and master, he’d have shoved her off the bed and told her to do it faster.
She was free to do what she liked and he forced himself to be patient. Where she was concerned, he tended to be overly aggressive. Likely that stemmed from who she was and who she’d been sired by. Their tumultuous history did not induce him to be overly sweet to her in any way, either. Not once he’d gotten what he wanted. That, and he had very little reason to be nice to her. She wasn’t coming back and he would act however he felt like acting. Never mind that these impulses to meanness had the ring of leftover, childish games that had never been properly resolved.
She leaned over, once she finally decided to move, and inspected his back. "I can't tell who finds more pleasure from that. Me or you.” Then she was up and sifting about for her bag.
“Me in the moment, and you right now,” he muttered, still looking over his shoulder at one of the deeper cuts. It didn’t take her long to find the bag of medicines and herbs, and once she had, she traipsed back to her bed, telling him to lie on his stomach. Obedient in this instance, one of very few, he did what she wanted, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them. His gaze was on the headboard and he closed his eyes as he listened to her rummage around in the bag for what she needed.
The fatigue was starting to take over.
Presently, she spoke. "I assume that if either my mother or sister were in any sort of real trouble, or had met their end, you would have said as much just to spite me, Lukos.”
“Maybe,” he mumbled, hiding his face in his arms and toying with the idea of falling asleep right then and there.
"But now that you've lain the foundation, how is my mother? My sister?"
“Healthy pains in my ass,” he lifted his head up and looked over his shoulder at her. By now, she’d gotten whatever it was out of her bag that she intended to put on his back and he winced with the first swipe of the stuff. “Did it feel that good or were you trying to get me back?” he asked, meaning the scratches.
In her typical fashion, she did not hurry to get up and do what he said, like the rest of the people in his life. She took the time to stretch and arch and hum, making sure to let him both see and experience the fact that she was in no way beholden to him or under any sort of contract to do what he wanted. She would do it if and when she felt like it. That was both nice, that he didn’t have to control her, and infuriating that he had no right to control her. If they were on the island, where he was lord and master, he’d have shoved her off the bed and told her to do it faster.
She was free to do what she liked and he forced himself to be patient. Where she was concerned, he tended to be overly aggressive. Likely that stemmed from who she was and who she’d been sired by. Their tumultuous history did not induce him to be overly sweet to her in any way, either. Not once he’d gotten what he wanted. That, and he had very little reason to be nice to her. She wasn’t coming back and he would act however he felt like acting. Never mind that these impulses to meanness had the ring of leftover, childish games that had never been properly resolved.
She leaned over, once she finally decided to move, and inspected his back. "I can't tell who finds more pleasure from that. Me or you.” Then she was up and sifting about for her bag.
“Me in the moment, and you right now,” he muttered, still looking over his shoulder at one of the deeper cuts. It didn’t take her long to find the bag of medicines and herbs, and once she had, she traipsed back to her bed, telling him to lie on his stomach. Obedient in this instance, one of very few, he did what she wanted, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them. His gaze was on the headboard and he closed his eyes as he listened to her rummage around in the bag for what she needed.
The fatigue was starting to take over.
Presently, she spoke. "I assume that if either my mother or sister were in any sort of real trouble, or had met their end, you would have said as much just to spite me, Lukos.”
“Maybe,” he mumbled, hiding his face in his arms and toying with the idea of falling asleep right then and there.
"But now that you've lain the foundation, how is my mother? My sister?"
“Healthy pains in my ass,” he lifted his head up and looked over his shoulder at her. By now, she’d gotten whatever it was out of her bag that she intended to put on his back and he winced with the first swipe of the stuff. “Did it feel that good or were you trying to get me back?” he asked, meaning the scratches.
Honestly, Skylla enjoyed having that little bit of power over him. The tiny bit of power that meant he wouldn't argue with her or fight her, so long as she did what he wanted overall. It was a power she hadn't had on the island. A power that had been entirely out of her hands even after Sophos had been killed. Lukos liked his things to be just so. He liked his people to do what he wanted when he wanted, no questions asked. Skylla had been so used to arguing with him and putting her foot down when she wanted to be stubborn.
Sure, none of those moments had been outwardly wonderful. They still had been winding in and out of those childish moments where all they wanted to do was beat on one another. Thankfully, at least then, things always turned quickly into sharp, aching need and both of them coming down from a pleasurable high in much better moods than before. That was Skylla's one superpower when it came to her childhood friend. He was a creature of habit. Neither of them would ever admit feelings, at least not unless there had been a serious shift in things.
But at least she could still use her body to turn him into a sort of putty that was easier to get along with. Skylla knew every inch of his skin, front and back. It had been one of the things she had memorized about him rather quickly when he had first started taking her to bed when they were younger and she was just discovering her own body. There had been something about the comfort and familiarity of him that had put her at ease. The adoration she would likely never show to his face was held tightly to her chest in other forms. Her silent delight at knowing every inch of his body and what he liked was her one sentimental inch she allowed herself.
To Lukos, she was just knowledgable. He was just a means to an end despite their trysts being very much settled around one another with very little other wiggle room given. There had been other girls on the island, but none that had drawn Lukos the way that Skylla had. She had been there and open and what had formed from their twisted childhood friendship was something Skylla had missed the last two years.
But her grab for power had been her need to leave the island and all of its people behind. At least for now. She was no longer a prisoner and she would not become the prisoner to another Captain, no matter if she was sleeping with him or not. Skylla had all of the doubt that she would not become some sort of pirate queen to him. Wishing that was against her nature and it was against his to yield.
Working the salve into his wounds, Skylla kept her gaze on his body even when he turned his head back to watch her. This meeting had been sudden and needy. Now she was simply mentally preparing herself for the distance they would put between each other again. "Well I'm pleased to hear that they're still alive," Skylla said conciliatorily. She glanced up once to meet his gaze and then back to his skin.
Her fingers were delicate but firm, ensuring she got every inch of skin that she had torn up in her own wild abandon. "It felt that good," Skylla said softly, "It has... been a long time since I felt it," she murmured, meaning her own orgasms. "No time," she excused herself carefully, watching him again, "Its always one thing after another now." She held his gaze for a long moment and then tore it away, "I am training to be an actual physician."
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Honestly, Skylla enjoyed having that little bit of power over him. The tiny bit of power that meant he wouldn't argue with her or fight her, so long as she did what he wanted overall. It was a power she hadn't had on the island. A power that had been entirely out of her hands even after Sophos had been killed. Lukos liked his things to be just so. He liked his people to do what he wanted when he wanted, no questions asked. Skylla had been so used to arguing with him and putting her foot down when she wanted to be stubborn.
Sure, none of those moments had been outwardly wonderful. They still had been winding in and out of those childish moments where all they wanted to do was beat on one another. Thankfully, at least then, things always turned quickly into sharp, aching need and both of them coming down from a pleasurable high in much better moods than before. That was Skylla's one superpower when it came to her childhood friend. He was a creature of habit. Neither of them would ever admit feelings, at least not unless there had been a serious shift in things.
But at least she could still use her body to turn him into a sort of putty that was easier to get along with. Skylla knew every inch of his skin, front and back. It had been one of the things she had memorized about him rather quickly when he had first started taking her to bed when they were younger and she was just discovering her own body. There had been something about the comfort and familiarity of him that had put her at ease. The adoration she would likely never show to his face was held tightly to her chest in other forms. Her silent delight at knowing every inch of his body and what he liked was her one sentimental inch she allowed herself.
To Lukos, she was just knowledgable. He was just a means to an end despite their trysts being very much settled around one another with very little other wiggle room given. There had been other girls on the island, but none that had drawn Lukos the way that Skylla had. She had been there and open and what had formed from their twisted childhood friendship was something Skylla had missed the last two years.
But her grab for power had been her need to leave the island and all of its people behind. At least for now. She was no longer a prisoner and she would not become the prisoner to another Captain, no matter if she was sleeping with him or not. Skylla had all of the doubt that she would not become some sort of pirate queen to him. Wishing that was against her nature and it was against his to yield.
Working the salve into his wounds, Skylla kept her gaze on his body even when he turned his head back to watch her. This meeting had been sudden and needy. Now she was simply mentally preparing herself for the distance they would put between each other again. "Well I'm pleased to hear that they're still alive," Skylla said conciliatorily. She glanced up once to meet his gaze and then back to his skin.
Her fingers were delicate but firm, ensuring she got every inch of skin that she had torn up in her own wild abandon. "It felt that good," Skylla said softly, "It has... been a long time since I felt it," she murmured, meaning her own orgasms. "No time," she excused herself carefully, watching him again, "Its always one thing after another now." She held his gaze for a long moment and then tore it away, "I am training to be an actual physician."
Honestly, Skylla enjoyed having that little bit of power over him. The tiny bit of power that meant he wouldn't argue with her or fight her, so long as she did what he wanted overall. It was a power she hadn't had on the island. A power that had been entirely out of her hands even after Sophos had been killed. Lukos liked his things to be just so. He liked his people to do what he wanted when he wanted, no questions asked. Skylla had been so used to arguing with him and putting her foot down when she wanted to be stubborn.
Sure, none of those moments had been outwardly wonderful. They still had been winding in and out of those childish moments where all they wanted to do was beat on one another. Thankfully, at least then, things always turned quickly into sharp, aching need and both of them coming down from a pleasurable high in much better moods than before. That was Skylla's one superpower when it came to her childhood friend. He was a creature of habit. Neither of them would ever admit feelings, at least not unless there had been a serious shift in things.
But at least she could still use her body to turn him into a sort of putty that was easier to get along with. Skylla knew every inch of his skin, front and back. It had been one of the things she had memorized about him rather quickly when he had first started taking her to bed when they were younger and she was just discovering her own body. There had been something about the comfort and familiarity of him that had put her at ease. The adoration she would likely never show to his face was held tightly to her chest in other forms. Her silent delight at knowing every inch of his body and what he liked was her one sentimental inch she allowed herself.
To Lukos, she was just knowledgable. He was just a means to an end despite their trysts being very much settled around one another with very little other wiggle room given. There had been other girls on the island, but none that had drawn Lukos the way that Skylla had. She had been there and open and what had formed from their twisted childhood friendship was something Skylla had missed the last two years.
But her grab for power had been her need to leave the island and all of its people behind. At least for now. She was no longer a prisoner and she would not become the prisoner to another Captain, no matter if she was sleeping with him or not. Skylla had all of the doubt that she would not become some sort of pirate queen to him. Wishing that was against her nature and it was against his to yield.
Working the salve into his wounds, Skylla kept her gaze on his body even when he turned his head back to watch her. This meeting had been sudden and needy. Now she was simply mentally preparing herself for the distance they would put between each other again. "Well I'm pleased to hear that they're still alive," Skylla said conciliatorily. She glanced up once to meet his gaze and then back to his skin.
Her fingers were delicate but firm, ensuring she got every inch of skin that she had torn up in her own wild abandon. "It felt that good," Skylla said softly, "It has... been a long time since I felt it," she murmured, meaning her own orgasms. "No time," she excused herself carefully, watching him again, "Its always one thing after another now." She held his gaze for a long moment and then tore it away, "I am training to be an actual physician."
The cuts were not overly deep but they stung. In the moment, when every fiber of his body was alight and he was practically on fire, her fingernails raking down his back were cooling, almost icy in their pain and it mingled well with his desire. Now that the moments of bliss and euphoria were over, he was left with the soft touches of her fingers and the disgusting wet past dabbed against his skin. Whatever was in the poultice, it did its job enough to make him forget that there were shallow wounds at all and now he was vaguely discomforted by the tickling of the herbs.
"Well I'm pleased to hear that they're still alive," Skylla said. Her voice was low and she briefly met his gaze before turning her attention back to her task. He said nothing and she went on, answering his other question how he knew she would. Of course she’d liked it. He’d felt her excitement in multiple points of contact, not least of which her face, which had been a beautiful mask of glorious abandon. It was interesting how, in a person’s moment of greatest bliss, they looked like they were in the throws of the worst misery. It was poetic, in a way.
"It has... been a long time since I felt it," she said after a moment.
He’d settled back on his stomach but now he half twisted to level her with an incredulous look. “You?” he scoffed. This from the biggest whore on the island. Or, he liked to think of her that way, at least, whether or not that was true.
"No time," she answered, her eyes flitting back to his. "Its always one thing after another now."
“That’s...surprising,” he broke eye contact and looked toward the wall as her fingers drew away from his back. Apparently she was done, but he would need to still lie on his stomach for a little while, until she felt that he could get this junk off him.
"I am training to be an actual physician." He took her tone as a bit defensive and he laughed anyway.
“Are you, now?” It was hard to get the ‘upper hand’ as it were if he was forced to lie this way. Normally he liked to be over her or above her in some way, though he hadn’t realized it until just now. “And where are you going to practice this learned knowledge?”
He didn’t like the image of her surrounded by a circle of acolytes and students, all fawning on her every word. It seemed wrong, somehow. For him, she was still the barefoot, wild brat that he fought with and took to bed in moments of want. She’d screamed in his face and slapped him too many times for him to think that she had any of the poise and grace of her mother, who was the island’s healer. How would Skylla do somewhere where she was required to behave?
No. He didn’t like it and she could go to Hades with her learning. Unless it was useful for him in some way, at which point his attitude on it changed quickly. He was not, however, about to beg her to come with him on his ship to be his personal healer. Things weren’t that desperate and he didn’t want her around that often anyway. They did well in short bursts, but too long together in cramped spaces made them tear at each other and it was exhausting.
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The cuts were not overly deep but they stung. In the moment, when every fiber of his body was alight and he was practically on fire, her fingernails raking down his back were cooling, almost icy in their pain and it mingled well with his desire. Now that the moments of bliss and euphoria were over, he was left with the soft touches of her fingers and the disgusting wet past dabbed against his skin. Whatever was in the poultice, it did its job enough to make him forget that there were shallow wounds at all and now he was vaguely discomforted by the tickling of the herbs.
"Well I'm pleased to hear that they're still alive," Skylla said. Her voice was low and she briefly met his gaze before turning her attention back to her task. He said nothing and she went on, answering his other question how he knew she would. Of course she’d liked it. He’d felt her excitement in multiple points of contact, not least of which her face, which had been a beautiful mask of glorious abandon. It was interesting how, in a person’s moment of greatest bliss, they looked like they were in the throws of the worst misery. It was poetic, in a way.
"It has... been a long time since I felt it," she said after a moment.
He’d settled back on his stomach but now he half twisted to level her with an incredulous look. “You?” he scoffed. This from the biggest whore on the island. Or, he liked to think of her that way, at least, whether or not that was true.
"No time," she answered, her eyes flitting back to his. "Its always one thing after another now."
“That’s...surprising,” he broke eye contact and looked toward the wall as her fingers drew away from his back. Apparently she was done, but he would need to still lie on his stomach for a little while, until she felt that he could get this junk off him.
"I am training to be an actual physician." He took her tone as a bit defensive and he laughed anyway.
“Are you, now?” It was hard to get the ‘upper hand’ as it were if he was forced to lie this way. Normally he liked to be over her or above her in some way, though he hadn’t realized it until just now. “And where are you going to practice this learned knowledge?”
He didn’t like the image of her surrounded by a circle of acolytes and students, all fawning on her every word. It seemed wrong, somehow. For him, she was still the barefoot, wild brat that he fought with and took to bed in moments of want. She’d screamed in his face and slapped him too many times for him to think that she had any of the poise and grace of her mother, who was the island’s healer. How would Skylla do somewhere where she was required to behave?
No. He didn’t like it and she could go to Hades with her learning. Unless it was useful for him in some way, at which point his attitude on it changed quickly. He was not, however, about to beg her to come with him on his ship to be his personal healer. Things weren’t that desperate and he didn’t want her around that often anyway. They did well in short bursts, but too long together in cramped spaces made them tear at each other and it was exhausting.
The cuts were not overly deep but they stung. In the moment, when every fiber of his body was alight and he was practically on fire, her fingernails raking down his back were cooling, almost icy in their pain and it mingled well with his desire. Now that the moments of bliss and euphoria were over, he was left with the soft touches of her fingers and the disgusting wet past dabbed against his skin. Whatever was in the poultice, it did its job enough to make him forget that there were shallow wounds at all and now he was vaguely discomforted by the tickling of the herbs.
"Well I'm pleased to hear that they're still alive," Skylla said. Her voice was low and she briefly met his gaze before turning her attention back to her task. He said nothing and she went on, answering his other question how he knew she would. Of course she’d liked it. He’d felt her excitement in multiple points of contact, not least of which her face, which had been a beautiful mask of glorious abandon. It was interesting how, in a person’s moment of greatest bliss, they looked like they were in the throws of the worst misery. It was poetic, in a way.
"It has... been a long time since I felt it," she said after a moment.
He’d settled back on his stomach but now he half twisted to level her with an incredulous look. “You?” he scoffed. This from the biggest whore on the island. Or, he liked to think of her that way, at least, whether or not that was true.
"No time," she answered, her eyes flitting back to his. "Its always one thing after another now."
“That’s...surprising,” he broke eye contact and looked toward the wall as her fingers drew away from his back. Apparently she was done, but he would need to still lie on his stomach for a little while, until she felt that he could get this junk off him.
"I am training to be an actual physician." He took her tone as a bit defensive and he laughed anyway.
“Are you, now?” It was hard to get the ‘upper hand’ as it were if he was forced to lie this way. Normally he liked to be over her or above her in some way, though he hadn’t realized it until just now. “And where are you going to practice this learned knowledge?”
He didn’t like the image of her surrounded by a circle of acolytes and students, all fawning on her every word. It seemed wrong, somehow. For him, she was still the barefoot, wild brat that he fought with and took to bed in moments of want. She’d screamed in his face and slapped him too many times for him to think that she had any of the poise and grace of her mother, who was the island’s healer. How would Skylla do somewhere where she was required to behave?
No. He didn’t like it and she could go to Hades with her learning. Unless it was useful for him in some way, at which point his attitude on it changed quickly. He was not, however, about to beg her to come with him on his ship to be his personal healer. Things weren’t that desperate and he didn’t want her around that often anyway. They did well in short bursts, but too long together in cramped spaces made them tear at each other and it was exhausting.
Skylla thought that maybe he seemed far too surprised that she had no really had much, if any (that she could remember), sex since she had left the island. She wasn’t that much of a whore, in her own opinion, especially since her more singular partner was the man who laid in this bed right here. She had never strayed far, if at all, simply because the allure of having him between her legs was much more intense than taking anyone else to bed. Lukos was her one constant. Ever since they were children, they had been known to continue to gravitate toward each other.
Again and again, no matter the reason. Fighting, playing, sex, screaming, it didn’t really matter. Skylla hadn’t really noticed it until after she had left the island. Where one had always been on the island, the other often followed. What had started as a weird fascination and need to fuck with one another as kids had ended up becoming a habit that neither of them had given the thought to break.
Until she had.
And now he was being such a good boy. Look at him. Skylla couldn’t help but feel pleased. “Don’t seem so surprised,” Skylla hummed at him, staring down at his marred back with silent admiration of his form. Another constant that she had missed for the last two years. Not that she would ever admit to having actually missed him. Truly, she had. But this night would be enough. Or maybe the next would cap it all off until they ran into each other next. “I’ve become a normal person,” she scoffed.
As normal as one could be when you were sired by a pirate and constantly wet and aching for your father’s own replacement. Not that Sophos had had a choice in the matter. Lukos had made sure of that, much to Skylla’s absolute joy.
“I am,” Skylla conceded lightly, only lifting an eyebrow, initially, at his extended jab. She knew what he was probably thinking. She was too wild to be out in this world, bowing to this person and that, behaving as any normal, sane person would when her personality exhibited anything but normalcy on a good day. But, truth was, this break from the island had become the greatest breath of fresh air for her. Skylla hadn’t known what it had been like to be free until she had been left in Colchis, and once she had found Lysander, any doubt in her mind about having left had flitted away on the breeze.
“And I am going to practice wherever I feel like,” lifting an eyebrow at him, she made a point of prodding one of the scratches she had left on his skin, trying to see if he would react to the pain or if he would keep on his stomach like the good little boy he was. The thought of taunting him was delightful, actually, even after he had satisfied her so completely. He was exhausted. It was nearing morning, but he’d gone longer. She knew that from experience. “I’ll go wherever pleases me. Does that bother you, Lukos? My freedom?”
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Skylla thought that maybe he seemed far too surprised that she had no really had much, if any (that she could remember), sex since she had left the island. She wasn’t that much of a whore, in her own opinion, especially since her more singular partner was the man who laid in this bed right here. She had never strayed far, if at all, simply because the allure of having him between her legs was much more intense than taking anyone else to bed. Lukos was her one constant. Ever since they were children, they had been known to continue to gravitate toward each other.
Again and again, no matter the reason. Fighting, playing, sex, screaming, it didn’t really matter. Skylla hadn’t really noticed it until after she had left the island. Where one had always been on the island, the other often followed. What had started as a weird fascination and need to fuck with one another as kids had ended up becoming a habit that neither of them had given the thought to break.
Until she had.
And now he was being such a good boy. Look at him. Skylla couldn’t help but feel pleased. “Don’t seem so surprised,” Skylla hummed at him, staring down at his marred back with silent admiration of his form. Another constant that she had missed for the last two years. Not that she would ever admit to having actually missed him. Truly, she had. But this night would be enough. Or maybe the next would cap it all off until they ran into each other next. “I’ve become a normal person,” she scoffed.
As normal as one could be when you were sired by a pirate and constantly wet and aching for your father’s own replacement. Not that Sophos had had a choice in the matter. Lukos had made sure of that, much to Skylla’s absolute joy.
“I am,” Skylla conceded lightly, only lifting an eyebrow, initially, at his extended jab. She knew what he was probably thinking. She was too wild to be out in this world, bowing to this person and that, behaving as any normal, sane person would when her personality exhibited anything but normalcy on a good day. But, truth was, this break from the island had become the greatest breath of fresh air for her. Skylla hadn’t known what it had been like to be free until she had been left in Colchis, and once she had found Lysander, any doubt in her mind about having left had flitted away on the breeze.
“And I am going to practice wherever I feel like,” lifting an eyebrow at him, she made a point of prodding one of the scratches she had left on his skin, trying to see if he would react to the pain or if he would keep on his stomach like the good little boy he was. The thought of taunting him was delightful, actually, even after he had satisfied her so completely. He was exhausted. It was nearing morning, but he’d gone longer. She knew that from experience. “I’ll go wherever pleases me. Does that bother you, Lukos? My freedom?”
Skylla thought that maybe he seemed far too surprised that she had no really had much, if any (that she could remember), sex since she had left the island. She wasn’t that much of a whore, in her own opinion, especially since her more singular partner was the man who laid in this bed right here. She had never strayed far, if at all, simply because the allure of having him between her legs was much more intense than taking anyone else to bed. Lukos was her one constant. Ever since they were children, they had been known to continue to gravitate toward each other.
Again and again, no matter the reason. Fighting, playing, sex, screaming, it didn’t really matter. Skylla hadn’t really noticed it until after she had left the island. Where one had always been on the island, the other often followed. What had started as a weird fascination and need to fuck with one another as kids had ended up becoming a habit that neither of them had given the thought to break.
Until she had.
And now he was being such a good boy. Look at him. Skylla couldn’t help but feel pleased. “Don’t seem so surprised,” Skylla hummed at him, staring down at his marred back with silent admiration of his form. Another constant that she had missed for the last two years. Not that she would ever admit to having actually missed him. Truly, she had. But this night would be enough. Or maybe the next would cap it all off until they ran into each other next. “I’ve become a normal person,” she scoffed.
As normal as one could be when you were sired by a pirate and constantly wet and aching for your father’s own replacement. Not that Sophos had had a choice in the matter. Lukos had made sure of that, much to Skylla’s absolute joy.
“I am,” Skylla conceded lightly, only lifting an eyebrow, initially, at his extended jab. She knew what he was probably thinking. She was too wild to be out in this world, bowing to this person and that, behaving as any normal, sane person would when her personality exhibited anything but normalcy on a good day. But, truth was, this break from the island had become the greatest breath of fresh air for her. Skylla hadn’t known what it had been like to be free until she had been left in Colchis, and once she had found Lysander, any doubt in her mind about having left had flitted away on the breeze.
“And I am going to practice wherever I feel like,” lifting an eyebrow at him, she made a point of prodding one of the scratches she had left on his skin, trying to see if he would react to the pain or if he would keep on his stomach like the good little boy he was. The thought of taunting him was delightful, actually, even after he had satisfied her so completely. He was exhausted. It was nearing morning, but he’d gone longer. She knew that from experience. “I’ll go wherever pleases me. Does that bother you, Lukos? My freedom?”
“Don’t seem so surprised,” she chided. “I’ve become a normal person.”
Whatever that means, he thought. He dealt in people and saw them at their most vulnerable. There was no such thing as ‘normal’. There were trends, of course. Some people turned into savage animals when thrown in a cage with all freedom taken away. Some closed up and became meek, and pliable, accepting their fate. Others broke into tears, with snot running down their faces. Still others became vile and disgusting, throwing filth and all manner of everything else they could get their hands on to show him how they felt about being caged. But, to a one, nobody acted completely the same, which was why he thought that there was no ‘normal’. There was simply different.
The conversation moved on and she told him in a manner that he took as fairly defensive that, yes, she was training as a physician. His laughing rubbed her the wrong way, because she poked one of the scratches as she spoke, saying that she’d practice medicine anywhere she liked. His eyes swung around to hers and glittered in the sputtering candle light, but even with her finger prodding him, likely intending pain, it was minimal at best. Besides, he knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t ever give her the satisfaction she wanted. Maybe she wanted him to wince or to growl; he grinned instead.
Had she forgotten who she was toying with?
“I’ll go wherever pleases me. Does that bother you, Lukos?”
“Does what bother me?” He did raise up now, careful to sit up in a way that wouldn’t sully the sheets with the poultice. Though, why he was being taking such care, he didn’t know. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get his own room if they fucked this one over too much. Doing that would be a pain, though, and it was already very late.
“My freedom?” she clarified, looking at him like she thought he’d put up an argument.
“Why would it?” he put a hand on the center of her chest and pushed her back onto the bed. “You can do whatever you like. You’re not my problem.” With a slow grin spreading across his face, he let his fingers wander along the curves of her breasts and then flicked his eyes to hers. “Can this stuff come off, now?” Stinging or not, he was ready to be done with it so that he could move or lay however he wanted to.
The candle on the bedside table was all but gone. The flame wavered on the wick, reflecting against a pool of melted tallow that had trailed down the sides of its holder and gathered in thick, white tears at its base. Lukos eyed the candle for the moment, wondering if he was going to have to send his pretty, very naked partner out for another one, or if she was going to be sweet and do what he wanted before there was no light left.
As mean as he was being to her, he didn’t bear her any true ill will. It was just easier to spar with her, either verbally or physically, than it was to do what he assumed she actually wanted - speaking about the past. The past was a place he didn’t care to revisit and he wanted to leave it that way. There was nothing in the mists of time that he thought on with much fondness. He was older than she was, and pretty much her only entertainment on the island, but he’d seen things that she hadn’t, and wasn’t stuck on that rock either. The ship would sail into the cove, they’d be there for a few days, and ship back out again. He saw her intermittently, in random bursts, and then he was gone, seeing exciting places and doing horridly terrible things.
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“Don’t seem so surprised,” she chided. “I’ve become a normal person.”
Whatever that means, he thought. He dealt in people and saw them at their most vulnerable. There was no such thing as ‘normal’. There were trends, of course. Some people turned into savage animals when thrown in a cage with all freedom taken away. Some closed up and became meek, and pliable, accepting their fate. Others broke into tears, with snot running down their faces. Still others became vile and disgusting, throwing filth and all manner of everything else they could get their hands on to show him how they felt about being caged. But, to a one, nobody acted completely the same, which was why he thought that there was no ‘normal’. There was simply different.
The conversation moved on and she told him in a manner that he took as fairly defensive that, yes, she was training as a physician. His laughing rubbed her the wrong way, because she poked one of the scratches as she spoke, saying that she’d practice medicine anywhere she liked. His eyes swung around to hers and glittered in the sputtering candle light, but even with her finger prodding him, likely intending pain, it was minimal at best. Besides, he knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t ever give her the satisfaction she wanted. Maybe she wanted him to wince or to growl; he grinned instead.
Had she forgotten who she was toying with?
“I’ll go wherever pleases me. Does that bother you, Lukos?”
“Does what bother me?” He did raise up now, careful to sit up in a way that wouldn’t sully the sheets with the poultice. Though, why he was being taking such care, he didn’t know. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get his own room if they fucked this one over too much. Doing that would be a pain, though, and it was already very late.
“My freedom?” she clarified, looking at him like she thought he’d put up an argument.
“Why would it?” he put a hand on the center of her chest and pushed her back onto the bed. “You can do whatever you like. You’re not my problem.” With a slow grin spreading across his face, he let his fingers wander along the curves of her breasts and then flicked his eyes to hers. “Can this stuff come off, now?” Stinging or not, he was ready to be done with it so that he could move or lay however he wanted to.
The candle on the bedside table was all but gone. The flame wavered on the wick, reflecting against a pool of melted tallow that had trailed down the sides of its holder and gathered in thick, white tears at its base. Lukos eyed the candle for the moment, wondering if he was going to have to send his pretty, very naked partner out for another one, or if she was going to be sweet and do what he wanted before there was no light left.
As mean as he was being to her, he didn’t bear her any true ill will. It was just easier to spar with her, either verbally or physically, than it was to do what he assumed she actually wanted - speaking about the past. The past was a place he didn’t care to revisit and he wanted to leave it that way. There was nothing in the mists of time that he thought on with much fondness. He was older than she was, and pretty much her only entertainment on the island, but he’d seen things that she hadn’t, and wasn’t stuck on that rock either. The ship would sail into the cove, they’d be there for a few days, and ship back out again. He saw her intermittently, in random bursts, and then he was gone, seeing exciting places and doing horridly terrible things.
“Don’t seem so surprised,” she chided. “I’ve become a normal person.”
Whatever that means, he thought. He dealt in people and saw them at their most vulnerable. There was no such thing as ‘normal’. There were trends, of course. Some people turned into savage animals when thrown in a cage with all freedom taken away. Some closed up and became meek, and pliable, accepting their fate. Others broke into tears, with snot running down their faces. Still others became vile and disgusting, throwing filth and all manner of everything else they could get their hands on to show him how they felt about being caged. But, to a one, nobody acted completely the same, which was why he thought that there was no ‘normal’. There was simply different.
The conversation moved on and she told him in a manner that he took as fairly defensive that, yes, she was training as a physician. His laughing rubbed her the wrong way, because she poked one of the scratches as she spoke, saying that she’d practice medicine anywhere she liked. His eyes swung around to hers and glittered in the sputtering candle light, but even with her finger prodding him, likely intending pain, it was minimal at best. Besides, he knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t ever give her the satisfaction she wanted. Maybe she wanted him to wince or to growl; he grinned instead.
Had she forgotten who she was toying with?
“I’ll go wherever pleases me. Does that bother you, Lukos?”
“Does what bother me?” He did raise up now, careful to sit up in a way that wouldn’t sully the sheets with the poultice. Though, why he was being taking such care, he didn’t know. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get his own room if they fucked this one over too much. Doing that would be a pain, though, and it was already very late.
“My freedom?” she clarified, looking at him like she thought he’d put up an argument.
“Why would it?” he put a hand on the center of her chest and pushed her back onto the bed. “You can do whatever you like. You’re not my problem.” With a slow grin spreading across his face, he let his fingers wander along the curves of her breasts and then flicked his eyes to hers. “Can this stuff come off, now?” Stinging or not, he was ready to be done with it so that he could move or lay however he wanted to.
The candle on the bedside table was all but gone. The flame wavered on the wick, reflecting against a pool of melted tallow that had trailed down the sides of its holder and gathered in thick, white tears at its base. Lukos eyed the candle for the moment, wondering if he was going to have to send his pretty, very naked partner out for another one, or if she was going to be sweet and do what he wanted before there was no light left.
As mean as he was being to her, he didn’t bear her any true ill will. It was just easier to spar with her, either verbally or physically, than it was to do what he assumed she actually wanted - speaking about the past. The past was a place he didn’t care to revisit and he wanted to leave it that way. There was nothing in the mists of time that he thought on with much fondness. He was older than she was, and pretty much her only entertainment on the island, but he’d seen things that she hadn’t, and wasn’t stuck on that rock either. The ship would sail into the cove, they’d be there for a few days, and ship back out again. He saw her intermittently, in random bursts, and then he was gone, seeing exciting places and doing horridly terrible things.
Skylla had not forgotten who she was toying with. In fact, she was entirely aware of the fact that she was playing a dangerous game. But she enjoyed dangerous games when it came to Lukos and his temper. Good or bad things happened when she pushed him just a little too far, and she was sick enough to admit that she enjoyed both his wrath and his passion. As twisted as it was, whatever happened, at least she had his attention. That was all she had ever wanted when he landed back onto the island after leaving with her father time and time again, doing gods knew what.
She had always understood that Sophos made Lukos do bad things, but she had never asked the extent it. Honestly, she had never needed to ask. Sophos had been insane but predictable when it came to his trecheries. Billa had made that point more than once, knowing the captain well enough to understand his moods and what he would and wouldn't do. Honestly, how Skylla's mother had ever standed the man, Skylla herself didn't understand.
But Billa had withstood him enough to have two children with the man.
It didn't surprise Skylla at all when Lukos started to rise from the bed, clearly attempting to be careful about where his back brushed. She had just started to reach into her pack for some clean linen to work the salve off the wounds in his skin. Keeping her dark gaze on his face, Skylla simply lifted an eyebrow at him when he pressed his hand to the center of her chest and pushed her back down onto the bed. Gripping the linen in her hand, she let him do so, tilting her chin and giving him a coy but playful smile.
"I am glad that I have your permission, though I almost miss being your problem. I forgot how much fun you are," Skylla was grinning now, her gaze flicking downward to both watch and feel the trail of his fingers on her skin. "It can, but you have to lay back down, you stubborn man," she hummed, her voice as close to affectionate as she would ever get with him. Whatever was between them, Skylla had never really understood. Affection wasn't something they seemed to share freely unless it was entirely mutually beneficial or Skylla begged him to be slow with her.
He didn't often entertain it, but when he had? She'd returned the favor and kept him as happy and distracted as she could manage before he was sent back out onto the water. After Sophos died, there had obviously been more freedom and much more want on Skylla's end. Her father hadn't cared in the slightest, but there had been something about picturing Lukos draining the life from her father that had her constantly wanting to fuck Lukos senseless.
Sitting back up herself, Skylla made a motion for him to lay back down, a playful glint in her eye. "Go on then. On your stomach, Captain," she hummed his title with the promise of more than just doing what he wanted her to. She went so far as to bite her lip at him, her eyebrow lifting slowly as if to dare him to challenge her when she was going to be good and do as he had asked.
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Skylla had not forgotten who she was toying with. In fact, she was entirely aware of the fact that she was playing a dangerous game. But she enjoyed dangerous games when it came to Lukos and his temper. Good or bad things happened when she pushed him just a little too far, and she was sick enough to admit that she enjoyed both his wrath and his passion. As twisted as it was, whatever happened, at least she had his attention. That was all she had ever wanted when he landed back onto the island after leaving with her father time and time again, doing gods knew what.
She had always understood that Sophos made Lukos do bad things, but she had never asked the extent it. Honestly, she had never needed to ask. Sophos had been insane but predictable when it came to his trecheries. Billa had made that point more than once, knowing the captain well enough to understand his moods and what he would and wouldn't do. Honestly, how Skylla's mother had ever standed the man, Skylla herself didn't understand.
But Billa had withstood him enough to have two children with the man.
It didn't surprise Skylla at all when Lukos started to rise from the bed, clearly attempting to be careful about where his back brushed. She had just started to reach into her pack for some clean linen to work the salve off the wounds in his skin. Keeping her dark gaze on his face, Skylla simply lifted an eyebrow at him when he pressed his hand to the center of her chest and pushed her back down onto the bed. Gripping the linen in her hand, she let him do so, tilting her chin and giving him a coy but playful smile.
"I am glad that I have your permission, though I almost miss being your problem. I forgot how much fun you are," Skylla was grinning now, her gaze flicking downward to both watch and feel the trail of his fingers on her skin. "It can, but you have to lay back down, you stubborn man," she hummed, her voice as close to affectionate as she would ever get with him. Whatever was between them, Skylla had never really understood. Affection wasn't something they seemed to share freely unless it was entirely mutually beneficial or Skylla begged him to be slow with her.
He didn't often entertain it, but when he had? She'd returned the favor and kept him as happy and distracted as she could manage before he was sent back out onto the water. After Sophos died, there had obviously been more freedom and much more want on Skylla's end. Her father hadn't cared in the slightest, but there had been something about picturing Lukos draining the life from her father that had her constantly wanting to fuck Lukos senseless.
Sitting back up herself, Skylla made a motion for him to lay back down, a playful glint in her eye. "Go on then. On your stomach, Captain," she hummed his title with the promise of more than just doing what he wanted her to. She went so far as to bite her lip at him, her eyebrow lifting slowly as if to dare him to challenge her when she was going to be good and do as he had asked.
Skylla had not forgotten who she was toying with. In fact, she was entirely aware of the fact that she was playing a dangerous game. But she enjoyed dangerous games when it came to Lukos and his temper. Good or bad things happened when she pushed him just a little too far, and she was sick enough to admit that she enjoyed both his wrath and his passion. As twisted as it was, whatever happened, at least she had his attention. That was all she had ever wanted when he landed back onto the island after leaving with her father time and time again, doing gods knew what.
She had always understood that Sophos made Lukos do bad things, but she had never asked the extent it. Honestly, she had never needed to ask. Sophos had been insane but predictable when it came to his trecheries. Billa had made that point more than once, knowing the captain well enough to understand his moods and what he would and wouldn't do. Honestly, how Skylla's mother had ever standed the man, Skylla herself didn't understand.
But Billa had withstood him enough to have two children with the man.
It didn't surprise Skylla at all when Lukos started to rise from the bed, clearly attempting to be careful about where his back brushed. She had just started to reach into her pack for some clean linen to work the salve off the wounds in his skin. Keeping her dark gaze on his face, Skylla simply lifted an eyebrow at him when he pressed his hand to the center of her chest and pushed her back down onto the bed. Gripping the linen in her hand, she let him do so, tilting her chin and giving him a coy but playful smile.
"I am glad that I have your permission, though I almost miss being your problem. I forgot how much fun you are," Skylla was grinning now, her gaze flicking downward to both watch and feel the trail of his fingers on her skin. "It can, but you have to lay back down, you stubborn man," she hummed, her voice as close to affectionate as she would ever get with him. Whatever was between them, Skylla had never really understood. Affection wasn't something they seemed to share freely unless it was entirely mutually beneficial or Skylla begged him to be slow with her.
He didn't often entertain it, but when he had? She'd returned the favor and kept him as happy and distracted as she could manage before he was sent back out onto the water. After Sophos died, there had obviously been more freedom and much more want on Skylla's end. Her father hadn't cared in the slightest, but there had been something about picturing Lukos draining the life from her father that had her constantly wanting to fuck Lukos senseless.
Sitting back up herself, Skylla made a motion for him to lay back down, a playful glint in her eye. "Go on then. On your stomach, Captain," she hummed his title with the promise of more than just doing what he wanted her to. She went so far as to bite her lip at him, her eyebrow lifting slowly as if to dare him to challenge her when she was going to be good and do as he had asked.
If he was truly angry or in a real temper, that grin she gave him when he pushed her down on the bed would have unleashed exactly the kind of roughness she apparently thrived on. It might have turned truly painful for her, and in turn, for himself. But he was merely toying with her, the way a cat batted around a mouse when it wasn’t hungry. She was safe enough for the time being.
"I am glad that I have your permission, though I almost miss being your problem. I forgot how much fun you are," she teased.
“I am pleased to aid your memory,” he said as his hand swept over her stomach and across her hips.
"It can, but you have to lay back down, you stubborn man," she said, answering his question as to whether the stuff could come off, now. Because it wasn’t really there for healing, as it was for the minor inconvenience of the stinging, the poultice could be removed whenever. His back already felt cool and normal. Mostly. Except for the one or two deeper spots she’d managed to inflict.
She sat back up and he dropped his head, eyeing her in the same way a bull did when it was considering charging. Due to his rather unorthodox upbringing, Lukos usually had to fight his more cruel tendencies that longed to show themselves at moments when they were not welcomed. That Skylla allowed him to be terrible to her was definitely part of why he allowed her more liberties than he did other people. It helped that he liked to look at her just as much as he liked to sleep with her. Their dynamic would likely be very different if she was homely. Lukos was fairly vain about things.
"Go on then. On your stomach, Captain," she motioned him to lay back down and he let go of the darker thoughts that had been flicking through his mind. The use of his title brought him back around to this tiny room and the failing candle light. Skylla bit her lip and he arched one eyebrow, but did what she wanted. He hid his face in his arms and drifted a little bit while she worked. The linen was soft, but the fabric still scraped a little. He was nearly asleep when she was done, but he rolled onto his back, reaching for her, not caring that her bag was still on the bed or that there was a pile of linens beside him.
“Come here,” he mumbled. It wasn’t his bag. He didn’t care if it got knocked to the floor and everything inside broke. But she probably did.
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If he was truly angry or in a real temper, that grin she gave him when he pushed her down on the bed would have unleashed exactly the kind of roughness she apparently thrived on. It might have turned truly painful for her, and in turn, for himself. But he was merely toying with her, the way a cat batted around a mouse when it wasn’t hungry. She was safe enough for the time being.
"I am glad that I have your permission, though I almost miss being your problem. I forgot how much fun you are," she teased.
“I am pleased to aid your memory,” he said as his hand swept over her stomach and across her hips.
"It can, but you have to lay back down, you stubborn man," she said, answering his question as to whether the stuff could come off, now. Because it wasn’t really there for healing, as it was for the minor inconvenience of the stinging, the poultice could be removed whenever. His back already felt cool and normal. Mostly. Except for the one or two deeper spots she’d managed to inflict.
She sat back up and he dropped his head, eyeing her in the same way a bull did when it was considering charging. Due to his rather unorthodox upbringing, Lukos usually had to fight his more cruel tendencies that longed to show themselves at moments when they were not welcomed. That Skylla allowed him to be terrible to her was definitely part of why he allowed her more liberties than he did other people. It helped that he liked to look at her just as much as he liked to sleep with her. Their dynamic would likely be very different if she was homely. Lukos was fairly vain about things.
"Go on then. On your stomach, Captain," she motioned him to lay back down and he let go of the darker thoughts that had been flicking through his mind. The use of his title brought him back around to this tiny room and the failing candle light. Skylla bit her lip and he arched one eyebrow, but did what she wanted. He hid his face in his arms and drifted a little bit while she worked. The linen was soft, but the fabric still scraped a little. He was nearly asleep when she was done, but he rolled onto his back, reaching for her, not caring that her bag was still on the bed or that there was a pile of linens beside him.
“Come here,” he mumbled. It wasn’t his bag. He didn’t care if it got knocked to the floor and everything inside broke. But she probably did.
If he was truly angry or in a real temper, that grin she gave him when he pushed her down on the bed would have unleashed exactly the kind of roughness she apparently thrived on. It might have turned truly painful for her, and in turn, for himself. But he was merely toying with her, the way a cat batted around a mouse when it wasn’t hungry. She was safe enough for the time being.
"I am glad that I have your permission, though I almost miss being your problem. I forgot how much fun you are," she teased.
“I am pleased to aid your memory,” he said as his hand swept over her stomach and across her hips.
"It can, but you have to lay back down, you stubborn man," she said, answering his question as to whether the stuff could come off, now. Because it wasn’t really there for healing, as it was for the minor inconvenience of the stinging, the poultice could be removed whenever. His back already felt cool and normal. Mostly. Except for the one or two deeper spots she’d managed to inflict.
She sat back up and he dropped his head, eyeing her in the same way a bull did when it was considering charging. Due to his rather unorthodox upbringing, Lukos usually had to fight his more cruel tendencies that longed to show themselves at moments when they were not welcomed. That Skylla allowed him to be terrible to her was definitely part of why he allowed her more liberties than he did other people. It helped that he liked to look at her just as much as he liked to sleep with her. Their dynamic would likely be very different if she was homely. Lukos was fairly vain about things.
"Go on then. On your stomach, Captain," she motioned him to lay back down and he let go of the darker thoughts that had been flicking through his mind. The use of his title brought him back around to this tiny room and the failing candle light. Skylla bit her lip and he arched one eyebrow, but did what she wanted. He hid his face in his arms and drifted a little bit while she worked. The linen was soft, but the fabric still scraped a little. He was nearly asleep when she was done, but he rolled onto his back, reaching for her, not caring that her bag was still on the bed or that there was a pile of linens beside him.
“Come here,” he mumbled. It wasn’t his bag. He didn’t care if it got knocked to the floor and everything inside broke. But she probably did.
The way that they sat on the bed, as if in a face-off against one another, only made Skylla a little weak in the knees. That charging, almost violent look was one she rather liked, if only because his scowl was one of his most attractive expressions. Before he even lay down, her fingers brushed his jaw in a silent encouragement to do what she wanted him to. Her fingers were light against his skin, her nails dragging just slightly, and then he was settling back down on his stomach.
Shifting to settle at his back, her fingers delicately worked at his skin and the poultice, removing it from his skin now that the herbs had done their job. Skylla could not help letting her lips brush that muscular spot between his shoulder blades as she worked. The angles of his body were always pleasing, especially to fingers that had no further intention of causing him pain. That was unless she found a reason to retaliate again.
Him turning back onto his back had her shifting her stuff onto the floor in a languid motion that left all of her supplies perfectly safe. Eyeing him calmly, Skylla crawled her way up along his body, kissing his hip first, then his abdomen. Her own dark eyes trailed up the length of his body, noting the way that he reached for her. With a softness that was only reserved for moments like these, Skylla made an art form out of letting her lips and tongue wander his skin as she slowly worked her way back up his body.
Settling herself against his hips, she didn't immediately give him the satisfaction of taking him deep, instead threading one of her hands into his hair and leaning down to brush her lips against his in an initially feather-light kiss. Then she kissed him again, and again, humming seductively into his mouth. "I think some of my favorite memories are of something like this," Skylla hummed sensually, "I've missed this body," the woman continued, nipping his bottom lip instead of her own.
She just still couldn't make herself miss the island. Her mother and her little sister? Absolutely. But the island had been her prison for her entire life. The only time she had found solace in being trapped was when Lukos had come home and he and the other men told her bits and pieces of the world off the island. It had been a dream for so long, and she would be damned if she was going to let sentimentality keep her from moving further from the island. The further she removed herself from her past, the better she felt. Except where it concerned her family.
And Lukos was, essentially, somewhat considered her family. Billa had tried to raise him right, initially. But Sophos had taken all of that kindness and turned it to cruelty in such a short time, so Billa had given up, instead of looking out for the boy rather than trying to bring him up well and combat whatever Sophos was doing to them.
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The way that they sat on the bed, as if in a face-off against one another, only made Skylla a little weak in the knees. That charging, almost violent look was one she rather liked, if only because his scowl was one of his most attractive expressions. Before he even lay down, her fingers brushed his jaw in a silent encouragement to do what she wanted him to. Her fingers were light against his skin, her nails dragging just slightly, and then he was settling back down on his stomach.
Shifting to settle at his back, her fingers delicately worked at his skin and the poultice, removing it from his skin now that the herbs had done their job. Skylla could not help letting her lips brush that muscular spot between his shoulder blades as she worked. The angles of his body were always pleasing, especially to fingers that had no further intention of causing him pain. That was unless she found a reason to retaliate again.
Him turning back onto his back had her shifting her stuff onto the floor in a languid motion that left all of her supplies perfectly safe. Eyeing him calmly, Skylla crawled her way up along his body, kissing his hip first, then his abdomen. Her own dark eyes trailed up the length of his body, noting the way that he reached for her. With a softness that was only reserved for moments like these, Skylla made an art form out of letting her lips and tongue wander his skin as she slowly worked her way back up his body.
Settling herself against his hips, she didn't immediately give him the satisfaction of taking him deep, instead threading one of her hands into his hair and leaning down to brush her lips against his in an initially feather-light kiss. Then she kissed him again, and again, humming seductively into his mouth. "I think some of my favorite memories are of something like this," Skylla hummed sensually, "I've missed this body," the woman continued, nipping his bottom lip instead of her own.
She just still couldn't make herself miss the island. Her mother and her little sister? Absolutely. But the island had been her prison for her entire life. The only time she had found solace in being trapped was when Lukos had come home and he and the other men told her bits and pieces of the world off the island. It had been a dream for so long, and she would be damned if she was going to let sentimentality keep her from moving further from the island. The further she removed herself from her past, the better she felt. Except where it concerned her family.
And Lukos was, essentially, somewhat considered her family. Billa had tried to raise him right, initially. But Sophos had taken all of that kindness and turned it to cruelty in such a short time, so Billa had given up, instead of looking out for the boy rather than trying to bring him up well and combat whatever Sophos was doing to them.
The way that they sat on the bed, as if in a face-off against one another, only made Skylla a little weak in the knees. That charging, almost violent look was one she rather liked, if only because his scowl was one of his most attractive expressions. Before he even lay down, her fingers brushed his jaw in a silent encouragement to do what she wanted him to. Her fingers were light against his skin, her nails dragging just slightly, and then he was settling back down on his stomach.
Shifting to settle at his back, her fingers delicately worked at his skin and the poultice, removing it from his skin now that the herbs had done their job. Skylla could not help letting her lips brush that muscular spot between his shoulder blades as she worked. The angles of his body were always pleasing, especially to fingers that had no further intention of causing him pain. That was unless she found a reason to retaliate again.
Him turning back onto his back had her shifting her stuff onto the floor in a languid motion that left all of her supplies perfectly safe. Eyeing him calmly, Skylla crawled her way up along his body, kissing his hip first, then his abdomen. Her own dark eyes trailed up the length of his body, noting the way that he reached for her. With a softness that was only reserved for moments like these, Skylla made an art form out of letting her lips and tongue wander his skin as she slowly worked her way back up his body.
Settling herself against his hips, she didn't immediately give him the satisfaction of taking him deep, instead threading one of her hands into his hair and leaning down to brush her lips against his in an initially feather-light kiss. Then she kissed him again, and again, humming seductively into his mouth. "I think some of my favorite memories are of something like this," Skylla hummed sensually, "I've missed this body," the woman continued, nipping his bottom lip instead of her own.
She just still couldn't make herself miss the island. Her mother and her little sister? Absolutely. But the island had been her prison for her entire life. The only time she had found solace in being trapped was when Lukos had come home and he and the other men told her bits and pieces of the world off the island. It had been a dream for so long, and she would be damned if she was going to let sentimentality keep her from moving further from the island. The further she removed herself from her past, the better she felt. Except where it concerned her family.
And Lukos was, essentially, somewhat considered her family. Billa had tried to raise him right, initially. But Sophos had taken all of that kindness and turned it to cruelty in such a short time, so Billa had given up, instead of looking out for the boy rather than trying to bring him up well and combat whatever Sophos was doing to them.
Skylla was in such danger if Lukos ever realized the absolute power he held over her. Just one little tip in the right direction and she’d do absolutely anything he wanted. Luckily for her, Lukos barely thought beyond his immediate wants, or about anything other than his ship and crew. If not engaged in pursuing his own desires or seeing to his own needs, his mind was strictly on business and tasks that needed to be completed.
Now that he’d been mostly satisfied by her, his thoughts unwound from the debauched ones to productive ones. Where his crew was, how many were off the ship, what time they’d need to get to the market in order to make the most sales, how much money he could get for his slaves, he’d need to get with Bianor to go over the ship’s inventory before they left port, they needed to resupply, there were still repairs that needed seen to. His mind never stopped during the day. It was a constant hum of activity that rivaled bees for their efficiency.
Though, fatigue was slowing down those kinds of thoughts and the sleepier he got, the less his guard was up. There was nothing as nice as a warm body beside his while he slept and Skylla’s was one he knew well enough to be able to tuck himself perfectly around her if he chose. Wisely, she’d shifted her bag onto the floor and, rather than let him sleep, she’d positioned herself over his hips instead, after kissing up his torso to finally end with a soft meeting of their lips. His body betrayed him and responded immediately to the heat of her so near.
"I think some of my favorite memories are of something like this," she said. "I've missed this body.” Her kisses were continuous and rather than making him sleepier with her slow pace and soft touches, she was doing an amazing job of waking him back up. This he found both irritating and enticing. He was incapable of saying no at the moment. It was her nip at his bottom lip that sealed her fate and he thrust his hips upward, winning this little teasing game by making the choice for her.
“You’re such a tease,” he said, twisting them to the side, so that she wasn’t on top anymore. One of her thighs was trapped beneath him while her other was thrown over his hip. Grasping her ass, he bit her in return, nipping and kissing her jaw and neck as he moved inside her. “It’ll be your undoing,” he warned and he didn’t mean with him. There was no danger of him falling under her spell for the time being. What he meant was that one day, she’d tease the wrong person who wasn’t as idiotically sentimental as he was and she might find a swift and abrupt end to her freedom.
The candle finally gave up and winked out, sputtering a last silent cough of smoke into the room. If he’d looked behind him, he would have seen the wick’s tip glowing orange, or seen the moonlight reflected in the reflective puddle of melted tallow. But he didn’t look over there. The only thing interesting in this room was the person he had his tongue on.
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Skylla was in such danger if Lukos ever realized the absolute power he held over her. Just one little tip in the right direction and she’d do absolutely anything he wanted. Luckily for her, Lukos barely thought beyond his immediate wants, or about anything other than his ship and crew. If not engaged in pursuing his own desires or seeing to his own needs, his mind was strictly on business and tasks that needed to be completed.
Now that he’d been mostly satisfied by her, his thoughts unwound from the debauched ones to productive ones. Where his crew was, how many were off the ship, what time they’d need to get to the market in order to make the most sales, how much money he could get for his slaves, he’d need to get with Bianor to go over the ship’s inventory before they left port, they needed to resupply, there were still repairs that needed seen to. His mind never stopped during the day. It was a constant hum of activity that rivaled bees for their efficiency.
Though, fatigue was slowing down those kinds of thoughts and the sleepier he got, the less his guard was up. There was nothing as nice as a warm body beside his while he slept and Skylla’s was one he knew well enough to be able to tuck himself perfectly around her if he chose. Wisely, she’d shifted her bag onto the floor and, rather than let him sleep, she’d positioned herself over his hips instead, after kissing up his torso to finally end with a soft meeting of their lips. His body betrayed him and responded immediately to the heat of her so near.
"I think some of my favorite memories are of something like this," she said. "I've missed this body.” Her kisses were continuous and rather than making him sleepier with her slow pace and soft touches, she was doing an amazing job of waking him back up. This he found both irritating and enticing. He was incapable of saying no at the moment. It was her nip at his bottom lip that sealed her fate and he thrust his hips upward, winning this little teasing game by making the choice for her.
“You’re such a tease,” he said, twisting them to the side, so that she wasn’t on top anymore. One of her thighs was trapped beneath him while her other was thrown over his hip. Grasping her ass, he bit her in return, nipping and kissing her jaw and neck as he moved inside her. “It’ll be your undoing,” he warned and he didn’t mean with him. There was no danger of him falling under her spell for the time being. What he meant was that one day, she’d tease the wrong person who wasn’t as idiotically sentimental as he was and she might find a swift and abrupt end to her freedom.
The candle finally gave up and winked out, sputtering a last silent cough of smoke into the room. If he’d looked behind him, he would have seen the wick’s tip glowing orange, or seen the moonlight reflected in the reflective puddle of melted tallow. But he didn’t look over there. The only thing interesting in this room was the person he had his tongue on.
Skylla was in such danger if Lukos ever realized the absolute power he held over her. Just one little tip in the right direction and she’d do absolutely anything he wanted. Luckily for her, Lukos barely thought beyond his immediate wants, or about anything other than his ship and crew. If not engaged in pursuing his own desires or seeing to his own needs, his mind was strictly on business and tasks that needed to be completed.
Now that he’d been mostly satisfied by her, his thoughts unwound from the debauched ones to productive ones. Where his crew was, how many were off the ship, what time they’d need to get to the market in order to make the most sales, how much money he could get for his slaves, he’d need to get with Bianor to go over the ship’s inventory before they left port, they needed to resupply, there were still repairs that needed seen to. His mind never stopped during the day. It was a constant hum of activity that rivaled bees for their efficiency.
Though, fatigue was slowing down those kinds of thoughts and the sleepier he got, the less his guard was up. There was nothing as nice as a warm body beside his while he slept and Skylla’s was one he knew well enough to be able to tuck himself perfectly around her if he chose. Wisely, she’d shifted her bag onto the floor and, rather than let him sleep, she’d positioned herself over his hips instead, after kissing up his torso to finally end with a soft meeting of their lips. His body betrayed him and responded immediately to the heat of her so near.
"I think some of my favorite memories are of something like this," she said. "I've missed this body.” Her kisses were continuous and rather than making him sleepier with her slow pace and soft touches, she was doing an amazing job of waking him back up. This he found both irritating and enticing. He was incapable of saying no at the moment. It was her nip at his bottom lip that sealed her fate and he thrust his hips upward, winning this little teasing game by making the choice for her.
“You’re such a tease,” he said, twisting them to the side, so that she wasn’t on top anymore. One of her thighs was trapped beneath him while her other was thrown over his hip. Grasping her ass, he bit her in return, nipping and kissing her jaw and neck as he moved inside her. “It’ll be your undoing,” he warned and he didn’t mean with him. There was no danger of him falling under her spell for the time being. What he meant was that one day, she’d tease the wrong person who wasn’t as idiotically sentimental as he was and she might find a swift and abrupt end to her freedom.
The candle finally gave up and winked out, sputtering a last silent cough of smoke into the room. If he’d looked behind him, he would have seen the wick’s tip glowing orange, or seen the moonlight reflected in the reflective puddle of melted tallow. But he didn’t look over there. The only thing interesting in this room was the person he had his tongue on.
Skylla couldn't help the warm, elated chuckle that escaped her lips. Especially when he made the decision for the both of them, sinking into her with a swift movement. Leaning further into him, her lips grazed his as he spoke, unable to help herself. With her fingers wandering up and over his shoulders, she felt the room shift as he moved them to lay on their sides. Usually, she would be upset at having control removed from her, but this was a happy medium.
She could still roll her hips, slowly, with experience that she had gained solely from the years she'd spent riding him in moments just like this. Humming, Skylla let the leg that settled against his hip curl around in an attempt to bring him closer to her. The brush of her skin against his sent fire through her in a way that she never truly experienced except with him.
"I like teasing you," Skylla murmured, a soft moan on her lips. One of her hands wound into his hair, keeping their lips constantly close enough to touch. Her kisses were feather light, teasing, enough to keep him interested and coming back to her lips over and over again. "But do not think me so idiotic that I would let someone trap me for using my femininity," Skylla purred at him then, losing herself in the intense pleasure of his movements. Her own hips moved back against his with passionate intent. "I feel like you underestimate me," she taunted him, not making any mention of the candle that had fizzled out on them.
The darkness was welcomed. It made the entire act based more on sensation rather than sight. The feeling of his hands on her, her hands on him. The lips that grazed her jaw and the hands that trailed through his hair. The glow of the moon cast silvery light across the floor and walls, the shadows of their movements dancing across the wood as one writhing entity. One set of people intent on finding some last dregs of pleasure together while they could.
Before long they would part and there would be no telling when they would see each other next. While Skylla would make a point to approach him every chance she got, there was nothing saying that chance and fate would bring them back into the same ports at the same times. Maybe she'd stop seeing his ship and start to think him dead. Maybe she would die and he would be left to wonder, though she doubted that such a thing was something that Lukos could actually do. He didn't care for people. They weren't his actual concern.
If anything, he might find himself relieved to be free of his captor's wild daughter. Though, if he died, Skylla knew that she herself would be bitter over the lost of her longest-standing childhood playmate and adult fuckbuddy. If only for selfish, non-emotional reasons. That was, at least, what she would always tell herself, anyway.
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Skylla couldn't help the warm, elated chuckle that escaped her lips. Especially when he made the decision for the both of them, sinking into her with a swift movement. Leaning further into him, her lips grazed his as he spoke, unable to help herself. With her fingers wandering up and over his shoulders, she felt the room shift as he moved them to lay on their sides. Usually, she would be upset at having control removed from her, but this was a happy medium.
She could still roll her hips, slowly, with experience that she had gained solely from the years she'd spent riding him in moments just like this. Humming, Skylla let the leg that settled against his hip curl around in an attempt to bring him closer to her. The brush of her skin against his sent fire through her in a way that she never truly experienced except with him.
"I like teasing you," Skylla murmured, a soft moan on her lips. One of her hands wound into his hair, keeping their lips constantly close enough to touch. Her kisses were feather light, teasing, enough to keep him interested and coming back to her lips over and over again. "But do not think me so idiotic that I would let someone trap me for using my femininity," Skylla purred at him then, losing herself in the intense pleasure of his movements. Her own hips moved back against his with passionate intent. "I feel like you underestimate me," she taunted him, not making any mention of the candle that had fizzled out on them.
The darkness was welcomed. It made the entire act based more on sensation rather than sight. The feeling of his hands on her, her hands on him. The lips that grazed her jaw and the hands that trailed through his hair. The glow of the moon cast silvery light across the floor and walls, the shadows of their movements dancing across the wood as one writhing entity. One set of people intent on finding some last dregs of pleasure together while they could.
Before long they would part and there would be no telling when they would see each other next. While Skylla would make a point to approach him every chance she got, there was nothing saying that chance and fate would bring them back into the same ports at the same times. Maybe she'd stop seeing his ship and start to think him dead. Maybe she would die and he would be left to wonder, though she doubted that such a thing was something that Lukos could actually do. He didn't care for people. They weren't his actual concern.
If anything, he might find himself relieved to be free of his captor's wild daughter. Though, if he died, Skylla knew that she herself would be bitter over the lost of her longest-standing childhood playmate and adult fuckbuddy. If only for selfish, non-emotional reasons. That was, at least, what she would always tell herself, anyway.
Skylla couldn't help the warm, elated chuckle that escaped her lips. Especially when he made the decision for the both of them, sinking into her with a swift movement. Leaning further into him, her lips grazed his as he spoke, unable to help herself. With her fingers wandering up and over his shoulders, she felt the room shift as he moved them to lay on their sides. Usually, she would be upset at having control removed from her, but this was a happy medium.
She could still roll her hips, slowly, with experience that she had gained solely from the years she'd spent riding him in moments just like this. Humming, Skylla let the leg that settled against his hip curl around in an attempt to bring him closer to her. The brush of her skin against his sent fire through her in a way that she never truly experienced except with him.
"I like teasing you," Skylla murmured, a soft moan on her lips. One of her hands wound into his hair, keeping their lips constantly close enough to touch. Her kisses were feather light, teasing, enough to keep him interested and coming back to her lips over and over again. "But do not think me so idiotic that I would let someone trap me for using my femininity," Skylla purred at him then, losing herself in the intense pleasure of his movements. Her own hips moved back against his with passionate intent. "I feel like you underestimate me," she taunted him, not making any mention of the candle that had fizzled out on them.
The darkness was welcomed. It made the entire act based more on sensation rather than sight. The feeling of his hands on her, her hands on him. The lips that grazed her jaw and the hands that trailed through his hair. The glow of the moon cast silvery light across the floor and walls, the shadows of their movements dancing across the wood as one writhing entity. One set of people intent on finding some last dregs of pleasure together while they could.
Before long they would part and there would be no telling when they would see each other next. While Skylla would make a point to approach him every chance she got, there was nothing saying that chance and fate would bring them back into the same ports at the same times. Maybe she'd stop seeing his ship and start to think him dead. Maybe she would die and he would be left to wonder, though she doubted that such a thing was something that Lukos could actually do. He didn't care for people. They weren't his actual concern.
If anything, he might find himself relieved to be free of his captor's wild daughter. Though, if he died, Skylla knew that she herself would be bitter over the lost of her longest-standing childhood playmate and adult fuckbuddy. If only for selfish, non-emotional reasons. That was, at least, what she would always tell herself, anyway.
He did not answer her after she spoke because he was no longer interested in holding any kind of conversation. They moved together until their natural end and sleep overtook them afterward. Lukos slept as well as he ever did, but woke when the merest hint of watery gray light whispered through the windows. Smacking his lips, he breathed in deeply as he blinked awake, and propped himself up on his elbows. Last night came back to him in patchy flashes and he looked over to find that Skylla was still there.
Smacking his lips again, he tried to push away the taste of death and stale whine as he grimaced. He sat up, rubbing his forehead, and glared at the ever brightening sky through the window. Swinging his bare legs over the side of the bed, he stared at the floor, trying to decide whether he was hungover or not. In the light of morning, he could finally see the worn floorboards with mysterious stains of faded red and black ground into the wood. This room had seen bad things but he didn’t bother with wondering who or what happened. Every room was like this one. His own ship had the same kind of marks in the wood, the grooves made by fingernails of the wretched, clawing for their last bits of freedom.
Lukos raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. Where were his clothes? He stood, wobbled, and sat heavily back down on the bed. “Woah,” he croaked, his voice incredibly deep from disuse. “Hey,” he twisted around and pushed on Skylla’s hip. “Wake up.” For good measure and to make sure that she actually did what he said, he ripped the blanket off her and tossed it into the corner. “It’s morning.”
Morning meant lots of things: Dressing. Eating. Getting to market. The revelry of last night and the carefree attitude did not follow Lukos into this morning. Now his thoughts were a lot less on fucking and a lot more on gold. Specifically the work that needed to be done to get the gold. He stood again, slower this time, grasping onto the post at the end of the bed, and squinted, trying to find where they’d tossed their clothes in this mess. Garments were everywhere; some his, some hers, some the strap of her medical bag, some of it strips of cloth that had been on his back.
He squatted down, finding his boots first and setting those on the small bedside table, before he found his shirt, then his pants. “Buy me breakfast?” he asked lightly, as his thoughts assembled themselves into coherence. Holding up his pants, he stood there naked and surveyed them for a second, trying to decide whether he should go to the baths before market or after. Either way, he’d be filthy by the end of today and he’d been clean last night...
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He did not answer her after she spoke because he was no longer interested in holding any kind of conversation. They moved together until their natural end and sleep overtook them afterward. Lukos slept as well as he ever did, but woke when the merest hint of watery gray light whispered through the windows. Smacking his lips, he breathed in deeply as he blinked awake, and propped himself up on his elbows. Last night came back to him in patchy flashes and he looked over to find that Skylla was still there.
Smacking his lips again, he tried to push away the taste of death and stale whine as he grimaced. He sat up, rubbing his forehead, and glared at the ever brightening sky through the window. Swinging his bare legs over the side of the bed, he stared at the floor, trying to decide whether he was hungover or not. In the light of morning, he could finally see the worn floorboards with mysterious stains of faded red and black ground into the wood. This room had seen bad things but he didn’t bother with wondering who or what happened. Every room was like this one. His own ship had the same kind of marks in the wood, the grooves made by fingernails of the wretched, clawing for their last bits of freedom.
Lukos raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. Where were his clothes? He stood, wobbled, and sat heavily back down on the bed. “Woah,” he croaked, his voice incredibly deep from disuse. “Hey,” he twisted around and pushed on Skylla’s hip. “Wake up.” For good measure and to make sure that she actually did what he said, he ripped the blanket off her and tossed it into the corner. “It’s morning.”
Morning meant lots of things: Dressing. Eating. Getting to market. The revelry of last night and the carefree attitude did not follow Lukos into this morning. Now his thoughts were a lot less on fucking and a lot more on gold. Specifically the work that needed to be done to get the gold. He stood again, slower this time, grasping onto the post at the end of the bed, and squinted, trying to find where they’d tossed their clothes in this mess. Garments were everywhere; some his, some hers, some the strap of her medical bag, some of it strips of cloth that had been on his back.
He squatted down, finding his boots first and setting those on the small bedside table, before he found his shirt, then his pants. “Buy me breakfast?” he asked lightly, as his thoughts assembled themselves into coherence. Holding up his pants, he stood there naked and surveyed them for a second, trying to decide whether he should go to the baths before market or after. Either way, he’d be filthy by the end of today and he’d been clean last night...
He did not answer her after she spoke because he was no longer interested in holding any kind of conversation. They moved together until their natural end and sleep overtook them afterward. Lukos slept as well as he ever did, but woke when the merest hint of watery gray light whispered through the windows. Smacking his lips, he breathed in deeply as he blinked awake, and propped himself up on his elbows. Last night came back to him in patchy flashes and he looked over to find that Skylla was still there.
Smacking his lips again, he tried to push away the taste of death and stale whine as he grimaced. He sat up, rubbing his forehead, and glared at the ever brightening sky through the window. Swinging his bare legs over the side of the bed, he stared at the floor, trying to decide whether he was hungover or not. In the light of morning, he could finally see the worn floorboards with mysterious stains of faded red and black ground into the wood. This room had seen bad things but he didn’t bother with wondering who or what happened. Every room was like this one. His own ship had the same kind of marks in the wood, the grooves made by fingernails of the wretched, clawing for their last bits of freedom.
Lukos raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. Where were his clothes? He stood, wobbled, and sat heavily back down on the bed. “Woah,” he croaked, his voice incredibly deep from disuse. “Hey,” he twisted around and pushed on Skylla’s hip. “Wake up.” For good measure and to make sure that she actually did what he said, he ripped the blanket off her and tossed it into the corner. “It’s morning.”
Morning meant lots of things: Dressing. Eating. Getting to market. The revelry of last night and the carefree attitude did not follow Lukos into this morning. Now his thoughts were a lot less on fucking and a lot more on gold. Specifically the work that needed to be done to get the gold. He stood again, slower this time, grasping onto the post at the end of the bed, and squinted, trying to find where they’d tossed their clothes in this mess. Garments were everywhere; some his, some hers, some the strap of her medical bag, some of it strips of cloth that had been on his back.
He squatted down, finding his boots first and setting those on the small bedside table, before he found his shirt, then his pants. “Buy me breakfast?” he asked lightly, as his thoughts assembled themselves into coherence. Holding up his pants, he stood there naked and surveyed them for a second, trying to decide whether he should go to the baths before market or after. Either way, he’d be filthy by the end of today and he’d been clean last night...
