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Stars twinkled benignly overhead as Neithotep H’Sheifa slipped out the rear entrance of her family’s saraaya, a small canvas bundle tucked under one arm. Repeated glances were thrown behind her to reassure herself that she wasn’t followed, but there was no other soul in sight… at least not as far as she could tell. The young noblewoman had waited until she was sure her mother had filled her nose heavily enough to be sedated for the remainder of the evening before she’d begun the preparations for her departure. She wanted to take no chances that Iaheru would intercept her path.
The scene on the docks earlier that day had been… awkward, to say the least. She should have known her mother wouldn’t just blindly accept her gallivanting off with a stranger, but being the fanciful girl she was, she’d simply run with it without a second thought. As far as she was concerned, Nia had been presented a gift, and she had taken full advantage of it. She would be thinking of that afternoon on the banks of the Nile for years to come.
Had the aftermath been worth it? She wasn’t quite sure. Nia may have admired her mother’s tenacity if it hadn’t been directed toward the man she’d bedded merely an hour before. As it was, it had only served to embarrass her, to alienate Lukos, and to prop up her mother’s dying ego. Why had she needed to go on that power trip in the first place? To prove that she was still relevant? To flex her authority over her rebellious daughter? Or to simply make a Greek sailor feel inferior? She didn’t know, and she didn’t particularly care, but she hoped Lukos wouldn’t hold it against her in this little excursion. After all, it wasn’t like she’d been the one to goad Iaheru on. He’d done that job well enough himself.
It was a quiet walk from the Ghani district down to the port of Cairo, Nia humming softly to herself the whole way. The streets were dead at this time of the night/early morning, so she kept her own company for most of the trip. Reputable folks were home tucked in bed and the disreputable ones were wiling away their nocturnal hours in the brothels and taverns in the seedier areas of Cairo. Either way, they weren’t bothering her, and so it was with an air of peaceful contentment that she arrived back at the port and started walking along the docks looking for the telltale scarlet of Lukos’s sails.
She stopped in front of the Greek man’s vessel with a short whistle, calling his name softly to rouse his attention. Voice projected by the water around her, the whisper was nearly a shout, waving her hand above her head when a tousled head came into view. With the darkness surrounding them, she couldn’t be sure it was him, but she doubted anyone else would be responding to her call.
“Ready whenever you are,” she informed the figure with a smile, waiting patiently for his help to board.
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Stars twinkled benignly overhead as Neithotep H’Sheifa slipped out the rear entrance of her family’s saraaya, a small canvas bundle tucked under one arm. Repeated glances were thrown behind her to reassure herself that she wasn’t followed, but there was no other soul in sight… at least not as far as she could tell. The young noblewoman had waited until she was sure her mother had filled her nose heavily enough to be sedated for the remainder of the evening before she’d begun the preparations for her departure. She wanted to take no chances that Iaheru would intercept her path.
The scene on the docks earlier that day had been… awkward, to say the least. She should have known her mother wouldn’t just blindly accept her gallivanting off with a stranger, but being the fanciful girl she was, she’d simply run with it without a second thought. As far as she was concerned, Nia had been presented a gift, and she had taken full advantage of it. She would be thinking of that afternoon on the banks of the Nile for years to come.
Had the aftermath been worth it? She wasn’t quite sure. Nia may have admired her mother’s tenacity if it hadn’t been directed toward the man she’d bedded merely an hour before. As it was, it had only served to embarrass her, to alienate Lukos, and to prop up her mother’s dying ego. Why had she needed to go on that power trip in the first place? To prove that she was still relevant? To flex her authority over her rebellious daughter? Or to simply make a Greek sailor feel inferior? She didn’t know, and she didn’t particularly care, but she hoped Lukos wouldn’t hold it against her in this little excursion. After all, it wasn’t like she’d been the one to goad Iaheru on. He’d done that job well enough himself.
It was a quiet walk from the Ghani district down to the port of Cairo, Nia humming softly to herself the whole way. The streets were dead at this time of the night/early morning, so she kept her own company for most of the trip. Reputable folks were home tucked in bed and the disreputable ones were wiling away their nocturnal hours in the brothels and taverns in the seedier areas of Cairo. Either way, they weren’t bothering her, and so it was with an air of peaceful contentment that she arrived back at the port and started walking along the docks looking for the telltale scarlet of Lukos’s sails.
She stopped in front of the Greek man’s vessel with a short whistle, calling his name softly to rouse his attention. Voice projected by the water around her, the whisper was nearly a shout, waving her hand above her head when a tousled head came into view. With the darkness surrounding them, she couldn’t be sure it was him, but she doubted anyone else would be responding to her call.
“Ready whenever you are,” she informed the figure with a smile, waiting patiently for his help to board.
Stars twinkled benignly overhead as Neithotep H’Sheifa slipped out the rear entrance of her family’s saraaya, a small canvas bundle tucked under one arm. Repeated glances were thrown behind her to reassure herself that she wasn’t followed, but there was no other soul in sight… at least not as far as she could tell. The young noblewoman had waited until she was sure her mother had filled her nose heavily enough to be sedated for the remainder of the evening before she’d begun the preparations for her departure. She wanted to take no chances that Iaheru would intercept her path.
The scene on the docks earlier that day had been… awkward, to say the least. She should have known her mother wouldn’t just blindly accept her gallivanting off with a stranger, but being the fanciful girl she was, she’d simply run with it without a second thought. As far as she was concerned, Nia had been presented a gift, and she had taken full advantage of it. She would be thinking of that afternoon on the banks of the Nile for years to come.
Had the aftermath been worth it? She wasn’t quite sure. Nia may have admired her mother’s tenacity if it hadn’t been directed toward the man she’d bedded merely an hour before. As it was, it had only served to embarrass her, to alienate Lukos, and to prop up her mother’s dying ego. Why had she needed to go on that power trip in the first place? To prove that she was still relevant? To flex her authority over her rebellious daughter? Or to simply make a Greek sailor feel inferior? She didn’t know, and she didn’t particularly care, but she hoped Lukos wouldn’t hold it against her in this little excursion. After all, it wasn’t like she’d been the one to goad Iaheru on. He’d done that job well enough himself.
It was a quiet walk from the Ghani district down to the port of Cairo, Nia humming softly to herself the whole way. The streets were dead at this time of the night/early morning, so she kept her own company for most of the trip. Reputable folks were home tucked in bed and the disreputable ones were wiling away their nocturnal hours in the brothels and taverns in the seedier areas of Cairo. Either way, they weren’t bothering her, and so it was with an air of peaceful contentment that she arrived back at the port and started walking along the docks looking for the telltale scarlet of Lukos’s sails.
She stopped in front of the Greek man’s vessel with a short whistle, calling his name softly to rouse his attention. Voice projected by the water around her, the whisper was nearly a shout, waving her hand above her head when a tousled head came into view. With the darkness surrounding them, she couldn’t be sure it was him, but she doubted anyone else would be responding to her call.
“Ready whenever you are,” she informed the figure with a smile, waiting patiently for his help to board.
The scene on the docks a mere few hours ago had almost made him break his plans with Nia and wash his hands of the whole affair. No woman was worth the trouble, no matter how much he’d liked this afternoon. Sex in and of its own sake might not be worth the deep amount of bother this had become, but pissing off Iaheru sure was. Lukos’s desire to give a final parting ‘fuck you’ to the mother made him more patient than he otherwise might be for the daughter. They hadn’t agreed on a time but she was already a little late for when he’d assigned a good hour to be here.
He stood leaning against the mast, head tilted back, eyes skyward, arms crossed over his chest. From somewhere behind him came the sounds of whistling. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Hedrion, scuffling about on the top deck. Down below, he could hear the rumbling of male voices as most of his crew cast lots and gambled in the lower levels of the ship. There were around three men topside with him, but one was far up above him, sitting on the yard, the long beam of wood that they affixed the sail to. Lukos looked down at his fingernails, toying with the idea of telling Catos to untie the moorings and to push them into the Nile’s current, but a low hoot from above, like that of an owl, made him look up. A long arm, black against the sky, pointed in the direction of the docks.
There, a curvy shadow sauntered toward the ship, carrying a bundle with her. He pushed away from the mast and stomped the heel of his boot three times against the deck, hard enough that vibrations jarred up his leg. But the talking and laughter from below stopped and he heard the tell tale signs of movement. Several men ascended the stairs leading up to the deck as Lukos crossed it and leaned on the railings when Nia called up to him. She was stopped primly before the gangway and he lifted one eyebrow as a smirk curved his lips upward. How dainty and sweet.
“I was ready two hours ago,” he said and slid his hand along the railing as he walked over to the gap that led him to the wide gangway. The wood was fitted with raised notches so that it was more stairs than slide and easier to navigate, but it was steep and she hadn’t just walked straight up on her own. If she wanted him to lead her up, he would. Today.
“Give me your hand,” he said, as though it was a request, but in speaking, he’d already reached out and took it. Just as they topped the gangway, a dark, long body dropped from the above railing and hit the dock hard, but on veritable cat’s paws, because the man had landed on his feet and was already unlooping the huge rope from the moorings of the dock. Another man followed the first and while a third took up the gangplank behind Lukos and Nia now that they were on deck. A fifth man already was affixing the replacement railing into place so that there was no gap anymore.
Lukos left Nia’s side, letting go of her hand and stooped to pick up a twenty foot long pole. It was awkward to wield but he walked with it to the railing and braced his hips against the safety of the banister, feet wide apart, and fitted the tip of the pole against the dock’s edge. The two crew members who were done with the rope waited for a rope ladder to be dropped down, which was done and both leapt onto the ladder, clinging to it and climbing as Lukos gave an almighty shove away from the dock. The ship didn’t move much the first time, nor the second, nor the third, but by the forth shove, they’d gained distance and the fifth and sixth pushes moved them even further until even the tip of the pole was no longer touching the dock.
The Aceton drifted into the Nile’s current and with one of his men standing at the ship’s tiller, they were now under way. Lukos set the pole down and glanced at Nia. “No going back now.”
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The scene on the docks a mere few hours ago had almost made him break his plans with Nia and wash his hands of the whole affair. No woman was worth the trouble, no matter how much he’d liked this afternoon. Sex in and of its own sake might not be worth the deep amount of bother this had become, but pissing off Iaheru sure was. Lukos’s desire to give a final parting ‘fuck you’ to the mother made him more patient than he otherwise might be for the daughter. They hadn’t agreed on a time but she was already a little late for when he’d assigned a good hour to be here.
He stood leaning against the mast, head tilted back, eyes skyward, arms crossed over his chest. From somewhere behind him came the sounds of whistling. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Hedrion, scuffling about on the top deck. Down below, he could hear the rumbling of male voices as most of his crew cast lots and gambled in the lower levels of the ship. There were around three men topside with him, but one was far up above him, sitting on the yard, the long beam of wood that they affixed the sail to. Lukos looked down at his fingernails, toying with the idea of telling Catos to untie the moorings and to push them into the Nile’s current, but a low hoot from above, like that of an owl, made him look up. A long arm, black against the sky, pointed in the direction of the docks.
There, a curvy shadow sauntered toward the ship, carrying a bundle with her. He pushed away from the mast and stomped the heel of his boot three times against the deck, hard enough that vibrations jarred up his leg. But the talking and laughter from below stopped and he heard the tell tale signs of movement. Several men ascended the stairs leading up to the deck as Lukos crossed it and leaned on the railings when Nia called up to him. She was stopped primly before the gangway and he lifted one eyebrow as a smirk curved his lips upward. How dainty and sweet.
“I was ready two hours ago,” he said and slid his hand along the railing as he walked over to the gap that led him to the wide gangway. The wood was fitted with raised notches so that it was more stairs than slide and easier to navigate, but it was steep and she hadn’t just walked straight up on her own. If she wanted him to lead her up, he would. Today.
“Give me your hand,” he said, as though it was a request, but in speaking, he’d already reached out and took it. Just as they topped the gangway, a dark, long body dropped from the above railing and hit the dock hard, but on veritable cat’s paws, because the man had landed on his feet and was already unlooping the huge rope from the moorings of the dock. Another man followed the first and while a third took up the gangplank behind Lukos and Nia now that they were on deck. A fifth man already was affixing the replacement railing into place so that there was no gap anymore.
Lukos left Nia’s side, letting go of her hand and stooped to pick up a twenty foot long pole. It was awkward to wield but he walked with it to the railing and braced his hips against the safety of the banister, feet wide apart, and fitted the tip of the pole against the dock’s edge. The two crew members who were done with the rope waited for a rope ladder to be dropped down, which was done and both leapt onto the ladder, clinging to it and climbing as Lukos gave an almighty shove away from the dock. The ship didn’t move much the first time, nor the second, nor the third, but by the forth shove, they’d gained distance and the fifth and sixth pushes moved them even further until even the tip of the pole was no longer touching the dock.
The Aceton drifted into the Nile’s current and with one of his men standing at the ship’s tiller, they were now under way. Lukos set the pole down and glanced at Nia. “No going back now.”
The scene on the docks a mere few hours ago had almost made him break his plans with Nia and wash his hands of the whole affair. No woman was worth the trouble, no matter how much he’d liked this afternoon. Sex in and of its own sake might not be worth the deep amount of bother this had become, but pissing off Iaheru sure was. Lukos’s desire to give a final parting ‘fuck you’ to the mother made him more patient than he otherwise might be for the daughter. They hadn’t agreed on a time but she was already a little late for when he’d assigned a good hour to be here.
He stood leaning against the mast, head tilted back, eyes skyward, arms crossed over his chest. From somewhere behind him came the sounds of whistling. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Hedrion, scuffling about on the top deck. Down below, he could hear the rumbling of male voices as most of his crew cast lots and gambled in the lower levels of the ship. There were around three men topside with him, but one was far up above him, sitting on the yard, the long beam of wood that they affixed the sail to. Lukos looked down at his fingernails, toying with the idea of telling Catos to untie the moorings and to push them into the Nile’s current, but a low hoot from above, like that of an owl, made him look up. A long arm, black against the sky, pointed in the direction of the docks.
There, a curvy shadow sauntered toward the ship, carrying a bundle with her. He pushed away from the mast and stomped the heel of his boot three times against the deck, hard enough that vibrations jarred up his leg. But the talking and laughter from below stopped and he heard the tell tale signs of movement. Several men ascended the stairs leading up to the deck as Lukos crossed it and leaned on the railings when Nia called up to him. She was stopped primly before the gangway and he lifted one eyebrow as a smirk curved his lips upward. How dainty and sweet.
“I was ready two hours ago,” he said and slid his hand along the railing as he walked over to the gap that led him to the wide gangway. The wood was fitted with raised notches so that it was more stairs than slide and easier to navigate, but it was steep and she hadn’t just walked straight up on her own. If she wanted him to lead her up, he would. Today.
“Give me your hand,” he said, as though it was a request, but in speaking, he’d already reached out and took it. Just as they topped the gangway, a dark, long body dropped from the above railing and hit the dock hard, but on veritable cat’s paws, because the man had landed on his feet and was already unlooping the huge rope from the moorings of the dock. Another man followed the first and while a third took up the gangplank behind Lukos and Nia now that they were on deck. A fifth man already was affixing the replacement railing into place so that there was no gap anymore.
Lukos left Nia’s side, letting go of her hand and stooped to pick up a twenty foot long pole. It was awkward to wield but he walked with it to the railing and braced his hips against the safety of the banister, feet wide apart, and fitted the tip of the pole against the dock’s edge. The two crew members who were done with the rope waited for a rope ladder to be dropped down, which was done and both leapt onto the ladder, clinging to it and climbing as Lukos gave an almighty shove away from the dock. The ship didn’t move much the first time, nor the second, nor the third, but by the forth shove, they’d gained distance and the fifth and sixth pushes moved them even further until even the tip of the pole was no longer touching the dock.
The Aceton drifted into the Nile’s current and with one of his men standing at the ship’s tiller, they were now under way. Lukos set the pole down and glanced at Nia. “No going back now.”
I was ready two hours ago.
Nia fought the urge to roll her eyes as Lukos came toward her, merely glancing up at him with a mild look on her face. “So snarky,” she commented with a lift of her brow, offering her hand at his request, though he’d already reached out to take it. “I would’ve been ready hours ago too, but someone was already suspicious of me. I had to wait until I knew she was so trashed that there wasn’t any chance of her waking and stopping me.”
Following his lead up the gangway, she made a face. It was true—Iaheru had been watching her with a razorlike intensity the entire evening. Nia was sure she knew her daughter was up to something, especially after the events earlier in the day. She’d maintained as innocent of an appearance as she could, but her mother knew her better than that. The young noblewoman had no doubt the Sirdsett would be checking her room first thing in the morning and merely smirked at the thought of what Iaheru’s face would look like when she discovered she was gone.
The bad news was she was going to get it bad whenever she got back home. Nia had no doubt that Iaheru would guess who it was she’d run off with, and their encounter at the docks had done nothing to endear Lukos to her. She wondered if her mother would post a guard at her very bedroom door if it meant making sure she didn’t leave the house again for at least another month.
Ah, well. She’d just have to make the most of this excursion to make up for the certain house arrest that awaited her when she returned.
Stepping properly onto the ship’s deck, she briefly watched after Lukos when he parted from her to pick up an enormous pole whose purpose entirely eluded her. It held her attention as long as it took to figure out what it was for before she was drifting over to the railing and leaning it over to watch their departure. Several figures scurried about the deck to push the ship off from the dock in a well-practiced dance that left her almost envious. To think of a life like this, never anchored to one place, brought a wistful sigh to her lips. She would have given anything for such a fate, but such was not to be hers, at least not for long. But at least she could pretend for now.
Their passage created a strong enough breeze to lift the hair from her face, smiling at the spray of the water that moistened her cheeks. Perhaps this was just business for Lukos, but it was a rare adventure for her. Sailing down the Nile, away from Cairo, away from Egypt… it was the sort of thing she dreamed of, but never really dared to hope for.
Looking over at her companion, she laughed at the comment he made and drifted back to his side. Perhaps it should have sounded a bit more ominous than it did, but Nia was ever the optimist. “No going back now,” she repeated, lightly brushing her lips against his neck. “Why would I want to go back anyway?”
Pulling back, she took another moment to watch the landscape passing them by, her eyes wide with excitement. The darkness certainly limited how much she could see, but the moonlight did well enough to ensure she wasn’t entirely blind. She still couldn’t believe she was here, on a real ship, sailing off to parts unknown. To think of the stories she’d have to tell…
“How long will it take to reach Bedoa?” she finally asked, turning her attention back to Lukos.
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I was ready two hours ago.
Nia fought the urge to roll her eyes as Lukos came toward her, merely glancing up at him with a mild look on her face. “So snarky,” she commented with a lift of her brow, offering her hand at his request, though he’d already reached out to take it. “I would’ve been ready hours ago too, but someone was already suspicious of me. I had to wait until I knew she was so trashed that there wasn’t any chance of her waking and stopping me.”
Following his lead up the gangway, she made a face. It was true—Iaheru had been watching her with a razorlike intensity the entire evening. Nia was sure she knew her daughter was up to something, especially after the events earlier in the day. She’d maintained as innocent of an appearance as she could, but her mother knew her better than that. The young noblewoman had no doubt the Sirdsett would be checking her room first thing in the morning and merely smirked at the thought of what Iaheru’s face would look like when she discovered she was gone.
The bad news was she was going to get it bad whenever she got back home. Nia had no doubt that Iaheru would guess who it was she’d run off with, and their encounter at the docks had done nothing to endear Lukos to her. She wondered if her mother would post a guard at her very bedroom door if it meant making sure she didn’t leave the house again for at least another month.
Ah, well. She’d just have to make the most of this excursion to make up for the certain house arrest that awaited her when she returned.
Stepping properly onto the ship’s deck, she briefly watched after Lukos when he parted from her to pick up an enormous pole whose purpose entirely eluded her. It held her attention as long as it took to figure out what it was for before she was drifting over to the railing and leaning it over to watch their departure. Several figures scurried about the deck to push the ship off from the dock in a well-practiced dance that left her almost envious. To think of a life like this, never anchored to one place, brought a wistful sigh to her lips. She would have given anything for such a fate, but such was not to be hers, at least not for long. But at least she could pretend for now.
Their passage created a strong enough breeze to lift the hair from her face, smiling at the spray of the water that moistened her cheeks. Perhaps this was just business for Lukos, but it was a rare adventure for her. Sailing down the Nile, away from Cairo, away from Egypt… it was the sort of thing she dreamed of, but never really dared to hope for.
Looking over at her companion, she laughed at the comment he made and drifted back to his side. Perhaps it should have sounded a bit more ominous than it did, but Nia was ever the optimist. “No going back now,” she repeated, lightly brushing her lips against his neck. “Why would I want to go back anyway?”
Pulling back, she took another moment to watch the landscape passing them by, her eyes wide with excitement. The darkness certainly limited how much she could see, but the moonlight did well enough to ensure she wasn’t entirely blind. She still couldn’t believe she was here, on a real ship, sailing off to parts unknown. To think of the stories she’d have to tell…
“How long will it take to reach Bedoa?” she finally asked, turning her attention back to Lukos.
I was ready two hours ago.
Nia fought the urge to roll her eyes as Lukos came toward her, merely glancing up at him with a mild look on her face. “So snarky,” she commented with a lift of her brow, offering her hand at his request, though he’d already reached out to take it. “I would’ve been ready hours ago too, but someone was already suspicious of me. I had to wait until I knew she was so trashed that there wasn’t any chance of her waking and stopping me.”
Following his lead up the gangway, she made a face. It was true—Iaheru had been watching her with a razorlike intensity the entire evening. Nia was sure she knew her daughter was up to something, especially after the events earlier in the day. She’d maintained as innocent of an appearance as she could, but her mother knew her better than that. The young noblewoman had no doubt the Sirdsett would be checking her room first thing in the morning and merely smirked at the thought of what Iaheru’s face would look like when she discovered she was gone.
The bad news was she was going to get it bad whenever she got back home. Nia had no doubt that Iaheru would guess who it was she’d run off with, and their encounter at the docks had done nothing to endear Lukos to her. She wondered if her mother would post a guard at her very bedroom door if it meant making sure she didn’t leave the house again for at least another month.
Ah, well. She’d just have to make the most of this excursion to make up for the certain house arrest that awaited her when she returned.
Stepping properly onto the ship’s deck, she briefly watched after Lukos when he parted from her to pick up an enormous pole whose purpose entirely eluded her. It held her attention as long as it took to figure out what it was for before she was drifting over to the railing and leaning it over to watch their departure. Several figures scurried about the deck to push the ship off from the dock in a well-practiced dance that left her almost envious. To think of a life like this, never anchored to one place, brought a wistful sigh to her lips. She would have given anything for such a fate, but such was not to be hers, at least not for long. But at least she could pretend for now.
Their passage created a strong enough breeze to lift the hair from her face, smiling at the spray of the water that moistened her cheeks. Perhaps this was just business for Lukos, but it was a rare adventure for her. Sailing down the Nile, away from Cairo, away from Egypt… it was the sort of thing she dreamed of, but never really dared to hope for.
Looking over at her companion, she laughed at the comment he made and drifted back to his side. Perhaps it should have sounded a bit more ominous than it did, but Nia was ever the optimist. “No going back now,” she repeated, lightly brushing her lips against his neck. “Why would I want to go back anyway?”
Pulling back, she took another moment to watch the landscape passing them by, her eyes wide with excitement. The darkness certainly limited how much she could see, but the moonlight did well enough to ensure she wasn’t entirely blind. She still couldn’t believe she was here, on a real ship, sailing off to parts unknown. To think of the stories she’d have to tell…
“How long will it take to reach Bedoa?” she finally asked, turning her attention back to Lukos.
“I’m always snarky,” he said once she’d alighted next to him. The ship was like a living thing beneath their feet; breathing up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Hollow thuds resounded all around them as the crew of the Aceton moved about, finishing up their various tasks of cleaning, sorting, or maintaining. Soon, only one or two would be on deck with the oarman. The rest of them, including himself, would sleep. As lovely as her lips against his neck felt, being captain of this vessel wasn’t something he did for fun and sleep was a must.
“Why would I want to go back anyway?” She laughed and Lukos smirked.
“You’ll be begging me to take you back by the end,” he promised, sliding an arm around her waist. “Either you’ll be bored out of your mind.” Or tired of being made to work, but he hadn’t decided yet if he’d have her do anything around the ship or not. One feel of her silky soft hands told him she did nothing even resembling menial labor, most of the time, if ever. Plus, there was no point in teaching her much if she was only here for a very short period of time. Her main purpose was twofold; to entertain him however he pleased, and to further piss off her mother.
She pulled away then, looking out at the landscape and he watched her for a moment or two before he left her side completely and went to speak to the few men who would be staying up for the night. Since they weren’t docked like they normally would be, it was important to keep watch for other ships like their own, or fishermen who would be out in the wee hours of the morning. If they were in the middle of the Aegean, he may or may not have any of them stay up. Sometimes, depending on how fast they needed to get somewhere, he’d split the crew into two shifts and have the ship slicing through the water day and night, cutting time in half. That breakneck speed wasn’t usual, though and this trip had more to do with picking up random cargo than anything. There wasn’t a specific time limitation he was under. So when Nia asked how long it would take, her voice flitting across the deck, Lukos turned and gave a half shrug.
“Week? Maybe a little more?” He turned back to the two men, spoke for another few seconds, then moved nearer to her, arms crossed, head tilted as he considered her. A grin lit his features. “Afraid of your mother?” The way he said it didn’t exactly hide his sincere hope that her mother would be livid. He liked to imagine that Iaheru would possibly explode into flames of white hot rage.
Then, because he could no longer resist-"Your mother is a cow." No, that might be a compliment..."No, what I mean is, your mother, right?" He uncrossed his arms and held up both hands like his fingers were curled around Iaheru's neck. "I've never hated a stranger so much in all my life." And that was saying something.
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“I’m always snarky,” he said once she’d alighted next to him. The ship was like a living thing beneath their feet; breathing up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Hollow thuds resounded all around them as the crew of the Aceton moved about, finishing up their various tasks of cleaning, sorting, or maintaining. Soon, only one or two would be on deck with the oarman. The rest of them, including himself, would sleep. As lovely as her lips against his neck felt, being captain of this vessel wasn’t something he did for fun and sleep was a must.
“Why would I want to go back anyway?” She laughed and Lukos smirked.
“You’ll be begging me to take you back by the end,” he promised, sliding an arm around her waist. “Either you’ll be bored out of your mind.” Or tired of being made to work, but he hadn’t decided yet if he’d have her do anything around the ship or not. One feel of her silky soft hands told him she did nothing even resembling menial labor, most of the time, if ever. Plus, there was no point in teaching her much if she was only here for a very short period of time. Her main purpose was twofold; to entertain him however he pleased, and to further piss off her mother.
She pulled away then, looking out at the landscape and he watched her for a moment or two before he left her side completely and went to speak to the few men who would be staying up for the night. Since they weren’t docked like they normally would be, it was important to keep watch for other ships like their own, or fishermen who would be out in the wee hours of the morning. If they were in the middle of the Aegean, he may or may not have any of them stay up. Sometimes, depending on how fast they needed to get somewhere, he’d split the crew into two shifts and have the ship slicing through the water day and night, cutting time in half. That breakneck speed wasn’t usual, though and this trip had more to do with picking up random cargo than anything. There wasn’t a specific time limitation he was under. So when Nia asked how long it would take, her voice flitting across the deck, Lukos turned and gave a half shrug.
“Week? Maybe a little more?” He turned back to the two men, spoke for another few seconds, then moved nearer to her, arms crossed, head tilted as he considered her. A grin lit his features. “Afraid of your mother?” The way he said it didn’t exactly hide his sincere hope that her mother would be livid. He liked to imagine that Iaheru would possibly explode into flames of white hot rage.
Then, because he could no longer resist-"Your mother is a cow." No, that might be a compliment..."No, what I mean is, your mother, right?" He uncrossed his arms and held up both hands like his fingers were curled around Iaheru's neck. "I've never hated a stranger so much in all my life." And that was saying something.
“I’m always snarky,” he said once she’d alighted next to him. The ship was like a living thing beneath their feet; breathing up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Hollow thuds resounded all around them as the crew of the Aceton moved about, finishing up their various tasks of cleaning, sorting, or maintaining. Soon, only one or two would be on deck with the oarman. The rest of them, including himself, would sleep. As lovely as her lips against his neck felt, being captain of this vessel wasn’t something he did for fun and sleep was a must.
“Why would I want to go back anyway?” She laughed and Lukos smirked.
“You’ll be begging me to take you back by the end,” he promised, sliding an arm around her waist. “Either you’ll be bored out of your mind.” Or tired of being made to work, but he hadn’t decided yet if he’d have her do anything around the ship or not. One feel of her silky soft hands told him she did nothing even resembling menial labor, most of the time, if ever. Plus, there was no point in teaching her much if she was only here for a very short period of time. Her main purpose was twofold; to entertain him however he pleased, and to further piss off her mother.
She pulled away then, looking out at the landscape and he watched her for a moment or two before he left her side completely and went to speak to the few men who would be staying up for the night. Since they weren’t docked like they normally would be, it was important to keep watch for other ships like their own, or fishermen who would be out in the wee hours of the morning. If they were in the middle of the Aegean, he may or may not have any of them stay up. Sometimes, depending on how fast they needed to get somewhere, he’d split the crew into two shifts and have the ship slicing through the water day and night, cutting time in half. That breakneck speed wasn’t usual, though and this trip had more to do with picking up random cargo than anything. There wasn’t a specific time limitation he was under. So when Nia asked how long it would take, her voice flitting across the deck, Lukos turned and gave a half shrug.
“Week? Maybe a little more?” He turned back to the two men, spoke for another few seconds, then moved nearer to her, arms crossed, head tilted as he considered her. A grin lit his features. “Afraid of your mother?” The way he said it didn’t exactly hide his sincere hope that her mother would be livid. He liked to imagine that Iaheru would possibly explode into flames of white hot rage.
Then, because he could no longer resist-"Your mother is a cow." No, that might be a compliment..."No, what I mean is, your mother, right?" He uncrossed his arms and held up both hands like his fingers were curled around Iaheru's neck. "I've never hated a stranger so much in all my life." And that was saying something.
You’ll be begging me to take you back by the end.
Neithotep started laughing, shaking her head in vehement disagreement. There were very few scenarios in which she could imagine that happening, especially in the company of such an attractive man. “Now that, I sincerely doubt. It’s far more likely I’ll be begging you not to take me back.” She smirked, lashes lowering in a wink before she continued on in a more suggestive tone, “There’s a few other things I might beg you for along the way, though…”
When Lukos asked if she was afraid of her mother, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Iaheru doesn’t scare me,” she replied bluntly. “There’s no punishment she can conceive of that she hasn’t used already, and obviously, they’ve never been very effective.” She shrugged. “Besides, I’m a grown woman. I can do as I please.”
A grown woman, yes, but a noble, unmarried one at that. Technically, she still lived under the yoke of her parents, but everything else she’d said was true. She wasn’t afraid of them. They’d proved time and time again that they were all talk, and so she continued on in her reckless behavior. It’s not like they really cared what she did, anyway. They had more important children to worry about.
At his assertion that her mother was a cow, Nia merely lifted her brow, not disagreeing. She could understand why he disliked her so strongly after their encounter at the port, but the Sirdsett of Hei Sheifa was about the last thing she wanted to talk or even think about. Escaping her was one of the reasons she was traipsing off to another country in the middle of the night, therefore, she hardly wanted to linger on the thought of her mother.
“She’s awful, it’s true,” she replied mildly, grabbing the hands that were miming choking out Iaheru. Pulling those same hands to her waist instead, she rested her own hands on the back of his neck. “But do you really want to waste time thinking about her when I’m right here?” A coy smile lifted the corner of her mouth, her thumb gently massaging the side of his neck. “I know just a few ways to keep your mind occupied by more… pleasant thoughts.”
Before he could say anything else, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, a sneaky tongue demanding entrance to his mouth. Moving in closer until her body was flush against his, one hand drifted down to his hip to hold him against her, uncaring of the eyes that might linger on them. She had no doubt Lukos’s men knew why she’d been brought aboard, and she wasn’t exactly shy. What did it matter if they saw?
Letting her mouth finger for a few moments longer, she bit and lightly tugged at his bottom lip before finally releasing him. “You catch my drift?”
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You’ll be begging me to take you back by the end.
Neithotep started laughing, shaking her head in vehement disagreement. There were very few scenarios in which she could imagine that happening, especially in the company of such an attractive man. “Now that, I sincerely doubt. It’s far more likely I’ll be begging you not to take me back.” She smirked, lashes lowering in a wink before she continued on in a more suggestive tone, “There’s a few other things I might beg you for along the way, though…”
When Lukos asked if she was afraid of her mother, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Iaheru doesn’t scare me,” she replied bluntly. “There’s no punishment she can conceive of that she hasn’t used already, and obviously, they’ve never been very effective.” She shrugged. “Besides, I’m a grown woman. I can do as I please.”
A grown woman, yes, but a noble, unmarried one at that. Technically, she still lived under the yoke of her parents, but everything else she’d said was true. She wasn’t afraid of them. They’d proved time and time again that they were all talk, and so she continued on in her reckless behavior. It’s not like they really cared what she did, anyway. They had more important children to worry about.
At his assertion that her mother was a cow, Nia merely lifted her brow, not disagreeing. She could understand why he disliked her so strongly after their encounter at the port, but the Sirdsett of Hei Sheifa was about the last thing she wanted to talk or even think about. Escaping her was one of the reasons she was traipsing off to another country in the middle of the night, therefore, she hardly wanted to linger on the thought of her mother.
“She’s awful, it’s true,” she replied mildly, grabbing the hands that were miming choking out Iaheru. Pulling those same hands to her waist instead, she rested her own hands on the back of his neck. “But do you really want to waste time thinking about her when I’m right here?” A coy smile lifted the corner of her mouth, her thumb gently massaging the side of his neck. “I know just a few ways to keep your mind occupied by more… pleasant thoughts.”
Before he could say anything else, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, a sneaky tongue demanding entrance to his mouth. Moving in closer until her body was flush against his, one hand drifted down to his hip to hold him against her, uncaring of the eyes that might linger on them. She had no doubt Lukos’s men knew why she’d been brought aboard, and she wasn’t exactly shy. What did it matter if they saw?
Letting her mouth finger for a few moments longer, she bit and lightly tugged at his bottom lip before finally releasing him. “You catch my drift?”
You’ll be begging me to take you back by the end.
Neithotep started laughing, shaking her head in vehement disagreement. There were very few scenarios in which she could imagine that happening, especially in the company of such an attractive man. “Now that, I sincerely doubt. It’s far more likely I’ll be begging you not to take me back.” She smirked, lashes lowering in a wink before she continued on in a more suggestive tone, “There’s a few other things I might beg you for along the way, though…”
When Lukos asked if she was afraid of her mother, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Iaheru doesn’t scare me,” she replied bluntly. “There’s no punishment she can conceive of that she hasn’t used already, and obviously, they’ve never been very effective.” She shrugged. “Besides, I’m a grown woman. I can do as I please.”
A grown woman, yes, but a noble, unmarried one at that. Technically, she still lived under the yoke of her parents, but everything else she’d said was true. She wasn’t afraid of them. They’d proved time and time again that they were all talk, and so she continued on in her reckless behavior. It’s not like they really cared what she did, anyway. They had more important children to worry about.
At his assertion that her mother was a cow, Nia merely lifted her brow, not disagreeing. She could understand why he disliked her so strongly after their encounter at the port, but the Sirdsett of Hei Sheifa was about the last thing she wanted to talk or even think about. Escaping her was one of the reasons she was traipsing off to another country in the middle of the night, therefore, she hardly wanted to linger on the thought of her mother.
“She’s awful, it’s true,” she replied mildly, grabbing the hands that were miming choking out Iaheru. Pulling those same hands to her waist instead, she rested her own hands on the back of his neck. “But do you really want to waste time thinking about her when I’m right here?” A coy smile lifted the corner of her mouth, her thumb gently massaging the side of his neck. “I know just a few ways to keep your mind occupied by more… pleasant thoughts.”
Before he could say anything else, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, a sneaky tongue demanding entrance to his mouth. Moving in closer until her body was flush against his, one hand drifted down to his hip to hold him against her, uncaring of the eyes that might linger on them. She had no doubt Lukos’s men knew why she’d been brought aboard, and she wasn’t exactly shy. What did it matter if they saw?
Letting her mouth finger for a few moments longer, she bit and lightly tugged at his bottom lip before finally releasing him. “You catch my drift?”
Lukos frowned in disbelief as Nia asserted that, not only did she not fear her mother’s wrath, but that there wasn’t a punishment great enough to curb the flaunting of her mother’s will. He thought on that while she went on to ask if Iaheru was really who he wanted to discuss. Further giving him incentive, she pressed her lips against his as her arms coiled around his neck. Her ploy half worked. He let her tongue entertain his for the moment while his hands settled on her ass but his mind was elsewhere.
Were her parents that uncreative, he wondered as her hand rested against hi ship. He kissed her as fiercely as she seemed to want, but, as he did it, he imagined draconian punishments in order to force her obedience. Sneak out? He’d have had her windows bricked over. Sunlight was a luxury and if she tried to get out of her room on her own, he’d have it barred shut at night. No candles until she earned them back through good behavior. Perhaps generously reward any servant who stopped her from leaving the house. Splash a bucket of water over her back in the courtyard and use a hollow cane on her back for each infraction? This last one was a personal favorite method of his to use on slaves. It hurt almost as badly as being whipped but didn’t leave anything more than raised, painful welts that healed within a day or two. Or, worst case, her parents could give up and let her learn what it really meant to be a loose woman with no protection. He had no doubt she’d have been dead or enslaved within two months if that happened. No doubt that was why her parents hadn’t tried it. Some men were animals with whores - treating them as sub human, something to be used and discarded when finished. He liked that Nia was still relatively innocent of what could happen to her if she slept with the wrong person. Intellectually knowing something was different than seeing it happen.
Her tongue tasted like idealistic romance and his grip on her tightened. She was so...sweet. Toying with rebellion but not going far enough into it to get in real trouble. She bit his lower lip and then pulled away, saying, ”Catch my drift?”, bringing him back to the present.
Lukos ran the tip of his tongue where her teeth had been a second earlier and smirked. He let her go and took a step back, not answering her question. There was no need. If he didn’t understand her meaning, then having her aboard was entirely pointless. For a woman to be here at all, in her capacity at least, was rare enough that they were definitely being stared at. Now that his momentary distraction was over, he became aware of his own rule that he mercilessly enforced on the men; no whores on the ship. The argument could be made that Nia wasn’t a whore, but flaunting her wasn’t smart. He could get away with it tonight because they’d just left port but give them a few days and jealousy would begin. That was the very, very, very last thing he wanted from his crew. They were a single entity, working towards a single goal; anything less meant mutiny was a real possibility. Having led one himself in order to get this ship into his possession, he was conscious that the same thing could happen to him if he wasn’t careful.
“Let’s get off the deck,” he said, taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around. Giving her a smack on the ass, he moved around her to lead the way toward a large, dark square in the deck. Worn wooden steps led down into the black abyss, down to a short platform. Three steps extended down from the platform and would have led them to the lower levels of the ship. The faint, flickering light of a single candle cast moving shadows against the wall of the hold below. Sounds of shuffling and low murmurs rose up as the members of his crew who were permitted to sleep settled themselves in for the night.
Lukos took an immediate right at the small platform, down a shallow, narrow hall with a single closed door at the end. Opening it, he waited for Nia to enter the cabin first before shutting them in. He leaned back on the door, watching her for signs of what she thought. In the truest sense, he’d brought a total stranger into his home, though this was the last place he’d have assigned that name. Still, this cabin was where he slept more than in any other place and he could count the number of times on one hand that he’d shared it with anyone for days on end.
The room was small and designed for function, rather than beauty. The wall straight across from them was half filled with shallow drawers built right in so that there was no need for a chest or wardrobe, thus saving space. The only furniture in the room was his bed and a table bolted to the floor. The bed was neatly made but the table’s top was a mess of star charts, metal instruments for navigation, an unsheathed dagger, and Greek coins anchoring down the corners of a large map, filling the entire table beneath the mess. Nothing of Lukos’s personal trinkets were on display. This cabin might have belonged to anyone at all. The moonlight shone through a small window above the table; the only other illumination they had was a flickering candle.
Kicking off his boots, Lukos moved around Nia and nudged his shoes beneath the bed. He took off his shirt, balled it up, and tossed it into the far corner. She wasn’t a prisoner and so he didn’t order her about. She was a big girl. He was pretty sure it was obvious where she’d be sleeping and he did fully intend to sleep. The day had been long and it was late. His morning would begin early tomorrow with the dawn. Flopping onto the bed, hiding his eyes in the crook of his arm, he waved an arm and said, “Welcome to my palace.”
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Lukos frowned in disbelief as Nia asserted that, not only did she not fear her mother’s wrath, but that there wasn’t a punishment great enough to curb the flaunting of her mother’s will. He thought on that while she went on to ask if Iaheru was really who he wanted to discuss. Further giving him incentive, she pressed her lips against his as her arms coiled around his neck. Her ploy half worked. He let her tongue entertain his for the moment while his hands settled on her ass but his mind was elsewhere.
Were her parents that uncreative, he wondered as her hand rested against hi ship. He kissed her as fiercely as she seemed to want, but, as he did it, he imagined draconian punishments in order to force her obedience. Sneak out? He’d have had her windows bricked over. Sunlight was a luxury and if she tried to get out of her room on her own, he’d have it barred shut at night. No candles until she earned them back through good behavior. Perhaps generously reward any servant who stopped her from leaving the house. Splash a bucket of water over her back in the courtyard and use a hollow cane on her back for each infraction? This last one was a personal favorite method of his to use on slaves. It hurt almost as badly as being whipped but didn’t leave anything more than raised, painful welts that healed within a day or two. Or, worst case, her parents could give up and let her learn what it really meant to be a loose woman with no protection. He had no doubt she’d have been dead or enslaved within two months if that happened. No doubt that was why her parents hadn’t tried it. Some men were animals with whores - treating them as sub human, something to be used and discarded when finished. He liked that Nia was still relatively innocent of what could happen to her if she slept with the wrong person. Intellectually knowing something was different than seeing it happen.
Her tongue tasted like idealistic romance and his grip on her tightened. She was so...sweet. Toying with rebellion but not going far enough into it to get in real trouble. She bit his lower lip and then pulled away, saying, ”Catch my drift?”, bringing him back to the present.
Lukos ran the tip of his tongue where her teeth had been a second earlier and smirked. He let her go and took a step back, not answering her question. There was no need. If he didn’t understand her meaning, then having her aboard was entirely pointless. For a woman to be here at all, in her capacity at least, was rare enough that they were definitely being stared at. Now that his momentary distraction was over, he became aware of his own rule that he mercilessly enforced on the men; no whores on the ship. The argument could be made that Nia wasn’t a whore, but flaunting her wasn’t smart. He could get away with it tonight because they’d just left port but give them a few days and jealousy would begin. That was the very, very, very last thing he wanted from his crew. They were a single entity, working towards a single goal; anything less meant mutiny was a real possibility. Having led one himself in order to get this ship into his possession, he was conscious that the same thing could happen to him if he wasn’t careful.
“Let’s get off the deck,” he said, taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around. Giving her a smack on the ass, he moved around her to lead the way toward a large, dark square in the deck. Worn wooden steps led down into the black abyss, down to a short platform. Three steps extended down from the platform and would have led them to the lower levels of the ship. The faint, flickering light of a single candle cast moving shadows against the wall of the hold below. Sounds of shuffling and low murmurs rose up as the members of his crew who were permitted to sleep settled themselves in for the night.
Lukos took an immediate right at the small platform, down a shallow, narrow hall with a single closed door at the end. Opening it, he waited for Nia to enter the cabin first before shutting them in. He leaned back on the door, watching her for signs of what she thought. In the truest sense, he’d brought a total stranger into his home, though this was the last place he’d have assigned that name. Still, this cabin was where he slept more than in any other place and he could count the number of times on one hand that he’d shared it with anyone for days on end.
The room was small and designed for function, rather than beauty. The wall straight across from them was half filled with shallow drawers built right in so that there was no need for a chest or wardrobe, thus saving space. The only furniture in the room was his bed and a table bolted to the floor. The bed was neatly made but the table’s top was a mess of star charts, metal instruments for navigation, an unsheathed dagger, and Greek coins anchoring down the corners of a large map, filling the entire table beneath the mess. Nothing of Lukos’s personal trinkets were on display. This cabin might have belonged to anyone at all. The moonlight shone through a small window above the table; the only other illumination they had was a flickering candle.
Kicking off his boots, Lukos moved around Nia and nudged his shoes beneath the bed. He took off his shirt, balled it up, and tossed it into the far corner. She wasn’t a prisoner and so he didn’t order her about. She was a big girl. He was pretty sure it was obvious where she’d be sleeping and he did fully intend to sleep. The day had been long and it was late. His morning would begin early tomorrow with the dawn. Flopping onto the bed, hiding his eyes in the crook of his arm, he waved an arm and said, “Welcome to my palace.”
Lukos frowned in disbelief as Nia asserted that, not only did she not fear her mother’s wrath, but that there wasn’t a punishment great enough to curb the flaunting of her mother’s will. He thought on that while she went on to ask if Iaheru was really who he wanted to discuss. Further giving him incentive, she pressed her lips against his as her arms coiled around his neck. Her ploy half worked. He let her tongue entertain his for the moment while his hands settled on her ass but his mind was elsewhere.
Were her parents that uncreative, he wondered as her hand rested against hi ship. He kissed her as fiercely as she seemed to want, but, as he did it, he imagined draconian punishments in order to force her obedience. Sneak out? He’d have had her windows bricked over. Sunlight was a luxury and if she tried to get out of her room on her own, he’d have it barred shut at night. No candles until she earned them back through good behavior. Perhaps generously reward any servant who stopped her from leaving the house. Splash a bucket of water over her back in the courtyard and use a hollow cane on her back for each infraction? This last one was a personal favorite method of his to use on slaves. It hurt almost as badly as being whipped but didn’t leave anything more than raised, painful welts that healed within a day or two. Or, worst case, her parents could give up and let her learn what it really meant to be a loose woman with no protection. He had no doubt she’d have been dead or enslaved within two months if that happened. No doubt that was why her parents hadn’t tried it. Some men were animals with whores - treating them as sub human, something to be used and discarded when finished. He liked that Nia was still relatively innocent of what could happen to her if she slept with the wrong person. Intellectually knowing something was different than seeing it happen.
Her tongue tasted like idealistic romance and his grip on her tightened. She was so...sweet. Toying with rebellion but not going far enough into it to get in real trouble. She bit his lower lip and then pulled away, saying, ”Catch my drift?”, bringing him back to the present.
Lukos ran the tip of his tongue where her teeth had been a second earlier and smirked. He let her go and took a step back, not answering her question. There was no need. If he didn’t understand her meaning, then having her aboard was entirely pointless. For a woman to be here at all, in her capacity at least, was rare enough that they were definitely being stared at. Now that his momentary distraction was over, he became aware of his own rule that he mercilessly enforced on the men; no whores on the ship. The argument could be made that Nia wasn’t a whore, but flaunting her wasn’t smart. He could get away with it tonight because they’d just left port but give them a few days and jealousy would begin. That was the very, very, very last thing he wanted from his crew. They were a single entity, working towards a single goal; anything less meant mutiny was a real possibility. Having led one himself in order to get this ship into his possession, he was conscious that the same thing could happen to him if he wasn’t careful.
“Let’s get off the deck,” he said, taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around. Giving her a smack on the ass, he moved around her to lead the way toward a large, dark square in the deck. Worn wooden steps led down into the black abyss, down to a short platform. Three steps extended down from the platform and would have led them to the lower levels of the ship. The faint, flickering light of a single candle cast moving shadows against the wall of the hold below. Sounds of shuffling and low murmurs rose up as the members of his crew who were permitted to sleep settled themselves in for the night.
Lukos took an immediate right at the small platform, down a shallow, narrow hall with a single closed door at the end. Opening it, he waited for Nia to enter the cabin first before shutting them in. He leaned back on the door, watching her for signs of what she thought. In the truest sense, he’d brought a total stranger into his home, though this was the last place he’d have assigned that name. Still, this cabin was where he slept more than in any other place and he could count the number of times on one hand that he’d shared it with anyone for days on end.
The room was small and designed for function, rather than beauty. The wall straight across from them was half filled with shallow drawers built right in so that there was no need for a chest or wardrobe, thus saving space. The only furniture in the room was his bed and a table bolted to the floor. The bed was neatly made but the table’s top was a mess of star charts, metal instruments for navigation, an unsheathed dagger, and Greek coins anchoring down the corners of a large map, filling the entire table beneath the mess. Nothing of Lukos’s personal trinkets were on display. This cabin might have belonged to anyone at all. The moonlight shone through a small window above the table; the only other illumination they had was a flickering candle.
Kicking off his boots, Lukos moved around Nia and nudged his shoes beneath the bed. He took off his shirt, balled it up, and tossed it into the far corner. She wasn’t a prisoner and so he didn’t order her about. She was a big girl. He was pretty sure it was obvious where she’d be sleeping and he did fully intend to sleep. The day had been long and it was late. His morning would begin early tomorrow with the dawn. Flopping onto the bed, hiding his eyes in the crook of his arm, he waved an arm and said, “Welcome to my palace.”
Caught up in the pirate’s arms as they kissed aboard the deck of his ship, Nia imagined herself as the heroine in some bard’s tale of romance and adventure. Sailing off in the middle of the night to distant shores in the embrace of a handsome man she’d just met, she felt this night was worthy of such a tale, even if Lukos assured her she’d be bored to tears by the time they returned. She doubted it. This was an adventure to her, the bored noblewoman who’d never drifted beyond Egypt’s borders. How many of her peers would have so been bold to embark on such a journey?
Bold or stupid. Time would tell which she really was.
Squeezing her rear and stepping back, Lukos’s smirk mirrored her own as he broke their kiss. At his suggestion they leave the deck, her smirk deepened—nodding and following along with an unconsciously sensuous sway in her hips. The strike across her backside provoked a startled yelp, followed by a laugh, the man edging in front of her while she scurried behind.
Following him below deck, she gazed around them with wide eyes in the scarce light, her hands drifting along the wood paneling that lined the inside of the ship. Her family owned ships galore, but rarely had she been offered the opportunity to board one. And even when she had, they weren’t quite the same; Egyptian craftsmanship was a far cry from any foreign vessel that sailed into the port of Cairo. It might not have been much to remark upon for someone who was used to such things, but Nia was entranced. The ship was its own world, a far cry from the terrestrial-bound world the young noblewoman was accustomed to.
It wasn’t a very long walk before Lukos was leading her into what she assumed was his own cabin, shutting the door behind them. It was a small room, simply furnished without much to distinguish it from what she imagined any other shipboard cabin must look like. Absently, she set her own belongings down in the corner as dark eyes flitted about the room to take in what little it had to offer.
Not that Nia was a woman of any extravagance herself. Born to one of Egypt’s richest families, she was accustomed to being surrounded by opulence—gold, jewels, and rich fabrics were as commonplace to her as bread and water, so the austerity of the room was almost exotic by contrast. The trappings of wealth meant little to her, often shunning them in favor of the rougher parts of town with rougher types of people. As long as the bed was comfortable, it made no difference to her if the room looked like it belonged to a peasant or a lord.
Fingertips drifted over the items scattered on the table, tracing the lines of a map she couldn’t even begin to know how to read. She knew maps were used for navigation, but how, she had no idea. The symbols might as well have been a foreign language to her for all they meant, but it was still prettily drawn. She held the dagger up for a closer inspection, lightly and carefully running her finger along its sharp edge. Idly, she wondered how often this particular blade had been used, and with a subtle shudder, she put it back down.
During her time inspecting the room, Lukos had situated himself on the bed, and his sudden voice nearly startled her. Smiling over at him, she moved in closer, her hands absently reaching to undo the ties of her kalasiris. Even if all he meant for them to do tonight was sleep, she didn’t plan to do it clothed. Particularly with a warm body next to hers, African nights were far too hot; she’d wake up plastered in sweat if she didn’t discard her dress now. And if he did mean for them to do something besides sleep, well… she’d already be prepared.
Letting the sheer linen fall to the floor, she kicked it aside while soft candlelight highlighted and caressed sumptuous curves. Climbing into the bed next to him, Nia pressed her body to his, an arm encircling his waist while her head rested on his shoulder. “If this is your palace, does that make you a king?” she murmured in his ear, warm amusement coloring her tone.
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Caught up in the pirate’s arms as they kissed aboard the deck of his ship, Nia imagined herself as the heroine in some bard’s tale of romance and adventure. Sailing off in the middle of the night to distant shores in the embrace of a handsome man she’d just met, she felt this night was worthy of such a tale, even if Lukos assured her she’d be bored to tears by the time they returned. She doubted it. This was an adventure to her, the bored noblewoman who’d never drifted beyond Egypt’s borders. How many of her peers would have so been bold to embark on such a journey?
Bold or stupid. Time would tell which she really was.
Squeezing her rear and stepping back, Lukos’s smirk mirrored her own as he broke their kiss. At his suggestion they leave the deck, her smirk deepened—nodding and following along with an unconsciously sensuous sway in her hips. The strike across her backside provoked a startled yelp, followed by a laugh, the man edging in front of her while she scurried behind.
Following him below deck, she gazed around them with wide eyes in the scarce light, her hands drifting along the wood paneling that lined the inside of the ship. Her family owned ships galore, but rarely had she been offered the opportunity to board one. And even when she had, they weren’t quite the same; Egyptian craftsmanship was a far cry from any foreign vessel that sailed into the port of Cairo. It might not have been much to remark upon for someone who was used to such things, but Nia was entranced. The ship was its own world, a far cry from the terrestrial-bound world the young noblewoman was accustomed to.
It wasn’t a very long walk before Lukos was leading her into what she assumed was his own cabin, shutting the door behind them. It was a small room, simply furnished without much to distinguish it from what she imagined any other shipboard cabin must look like. Absently, she set her own belongings down in the corner as dark eyes flitted about the room to take in what little it had to offer.
Not that Nia was a woman of any extravagance herself. Born to one of Egypt’s richest families, she was accustomed to being surrounded by opulence—gold, jewels, and rich fabrics were as commonplace to her as bread and water, so the austerity of the room was almost exotic by contrast. The trappings of wealth meant little to her, often shunning them in favor of the rougher parts of town with rougher types of people. As long as the bed was comfortable, it made no difference to her if the room looked like it belonged to a peasant or a lord.
Fingertips drifted over the items scattered on the table, tracing the lines of a map she couldn’t even begin to know how to read. She knew maps were used for navigation, but how, she had no idea. The symbols might as well have been a foreign language to her for all they meant, but it was still prettily drawn. She held the dagger up for a closer inspection, lightly and carefully running her finger along its sharp edge. Idly, she wondered how often this particular blade had been used, and with a subtle shudder, she put it back down.
During her time inspecting the room, Lukos had situated himself on the bed, and his sudden voice nearly startled her. Smiling over at him, she moved in closer, her hands absently reaching to undo the ties of her kalasiris. Even if all he meant for them to do tonight was sleep, she didn’t plan to do it clothed. Particularly with a warm body next to hers, African nights were far too hot; she’d wake up plastered in sweat if she didn’t discard her dress now. And if he did mean for them to do something besides sleep, well… she’d already be prepared.
Letting the sheer linen fall to the floor, she kicked it aside while soft candlelight highlighted and caressed sumptuous curves. Climbing into the bed next to him, Nia pressed her body to his, an arm encircling his waist while her head rested on his shoulder. “If this is your palace, does that make you a king?” she murmured in his ear, warm amusement coloring her tone.
Caught up in the pirate’s arms as they kissed aboard the deck of his ship, Nia imagined herself as the heroine in some bard’s tale of romance and adventure. Sailing off in the middle of the night to distant shores in the embrace of a handsome man she’d just met, she felt this night was worthy of such a tale, even if Lukos assured her she’d be bored to tears by the time they returned. She doubted it. This was an adventure to her, the bored noblewoman who’d never drifted beyond Egypt’s borders. How many of her peers would have so been bold to embark on such a journey?
Bold or stupid. Time would tell which she really was.
Squeezing her rear and stepping back, Lukos’s smirk mirrored her own as he broke their kiss. At his suggestion they leave the deck, her smirk deepened—nodding and following along with an unconsciously sensuous sway in her hips. The strike across her backside provoked a startled yelp, followed by a laugh, the man edging in front of her while she scurried behind.
Following him below deck, she gazed around them with wide eyes in the scarce light, her hands drifting along the wood paneling that lined the inside of the ship. Her family owned ships galore, but rarely had she been offered the opportunity to board one. And even when she had, they weren’t quite the same; Egyptian craftsmanship was a far cry from any foreign vessel that sailed into the port of Cairo. It might not have been much to remark upon for someone who was used to such things, but Nia was entranced. The ship was its own world, a far cry from the terrestrial-bound world the young noblewoman was accustomed to.
It wasn’t a very long walk before Lukos was leading her into what she assumed was his own cabin, shutting the door behind them. It was a small room, simply furnished without much to distinguish it from what she imagined any other shipboard cabin must look like. Absently, she set her own belongings down in the corner as dark eyes flitted about the room to take in what little it had to offer.
Not that Nia was a woman of any extravagance herself. Born to one of Egypt’s richest families, she was accustomed to being surrounded by opulence—gold, jewels, and rich fabrics were as commonplace to her as bread and water, so the austerity of the room was almost exotic by contrast. The trappings of wealth meant little to her, often shunning them in favor of the rougher parts of town with rougher types of people. As long as the bed was comfortable, it made no difference to her if the room looked like it belonged to a peasant or a lord.
Fingertips drifted over the items scattered on the table, tracing the lines of a map she couldn’t even begin to know how to read. She knew maps were used for navigation, but how, she had no idea. The symbols might as well have been a foreign language to her for all they meant, but it was still prettily drawn. She held the dagger up for a closer inspection, lightly and carefully running her finger along its sharp edge. Idly, she wondered how often this particular blade had been used, and with a subtle shudder, she put it back down.
During her time inspecting the room, Lukos had situated himself on the bed, and his sudden voice nearly startled her. Smiling over at him, she moved in closer, her hands absently reaching to undo the ties of her kalasiris. Even if all he meant for them to do tonight was sleep, she didn’t plan to do it clothed. Particularly with a warm body next to hers, African nights were far too hot; she’d wake up plastered in sweat if she didn’t discard her dress now. And if he did mean for them to do something besides sleep, well… she’d already be prepared.
Letting the sheer linen fall to the floor, she kicked it aside while soft candlelight highlighted and caressed sumptuous curves. Climbing into the bed next to him, Nia pressed her body to his, an arm encircling his waist while her head rested on his shoulder. “If this is your palace, does that make you a king?” she murmured in his ear, warm amusement coloring her tone.
He’d meant what he said about sleeping. Exhausted was the right word for it. Slightly hungover from the opium earlier in the day, he was already sagging into the mattress when she lay softly beside him. Their prone shadows flickered against the wall and for a single moment, the world was still. But the ship tilted gently to one side in the Nile’s current and then gently swayed the other way. The movement made Lukos drop his arm away from his face and look at Nia as she spoke to him in gentle, hushed tones. Her arm encircled his waist and they lay together as though they’d been lovers for years instead of having met in the simmering heat of this very afternoon.
"If this is your palace, does that make you a king?"
He smirked, eyes closed, as a derisive “hmph,” escaped in a sigh through his nose. “Kings have laws and senates they’re beholden to.” His voice slipped into the darkness, deep and warm in his sentiment but took on an edge as he said, “I do whatever the fuck I want. I’m not a king. I’m better.” He didn’t care if she thought him arrogant. What he said was true. If a king wanted to leave his palace, servants had to be notified. Courtesans had to be prepared. The man’s wife and children had to be packed up and moved. Horses needed readied, food needed rounded up and courtiers flocked alongside the king so that by the time he left, a small city of people were on the path with him, escorting, fawning, pawing their way into his good graces. What a miserable existence. If Lukos wanted to go somewhere, he woke up, commanded it to be done, and it was. No fanfare, no organizing with this person or that. No asking permission. He went where he pleased, when he pleased, how he pleased. What good was a palace full of gold if you were chained to it like a prisoner?
Turning onto his side, he regarded his new bedmate, taking in the shadowed features of her face with sober eyes. He tapped her round little nose, sliding the tip of his finger down to trace the line of her lips. “I think,” he said slowly, his attention on her mouth. “That of the two of us, you from your manor house and me on my ship, that I’m the lucky one.” Never mind how he got here. Never mind the years he’d struggled, yoked to this ship like an ox trapped in a grain mill. It was his now. The ghosts of his past were dead and gone and his future was as bright and brilliant as he decided it would be. Nia was still under the power of everyone else, including himself in this moment. He belonged to no one. No master, no king, no woman. He was his own person and he aimed to keep it that way.
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He’d meant what he said about sleeping. Exhausted was the right word for it. Slightly hungover from the opium earlier in the day, he was already sagging into the mattress when she lay softly beside him. Their prone shadows flickered against the wall and for a single moment, the world was still. But the ship tilted gently to one side in the Nile’s current and then gently swayed the other way. The movement made Lukos drop his arm away from his face and look at Nia as she spoke to him in gentle, hushed tones. Her arm encircled his waist and they lay together as though they’d been lovers for years instead of having met in the simmering heat of this very afternoon.
"If this is your palace, does that make you a king?"
He smirked, eyes closed, as a derisive “hmph,” escaped in a sigh through his nose. “Kings have laws and senates they’re beholden to.” His voice slipped into the darkness, deep and warm in his sentiment but took on an edge as he said, “I do whatever the fuck I want. I’m not a king. I’m better.” He didn’t care if she thought him arrogant. What he said was true. If a king wanted to leave his palace, servants had to be notified. Courtesans had to be prepared. The man’s wife and children had to be packed up and moved. Horses needed readied, food needed rounded up and courtiers flocked alongside the king so that by the time he left, a small city of people were on the path with him, escorting, fawning, pawing their way into his good graces. What a miserable existence. If Lukos wanted to go somewhere, he woke up, commanded it to be done, and it was. No fanfare, no organizing with this person or that. No asking permission. He went where he pleased, when he pleased, how he pleased. What good was a palace full of gold if you were chained to it like a prisoner?
Turning onto his side, he regarded his new bedmate, taking in the shadowed features of her face with sober eyes. He tapped her round little nose, sliding the tip of his finger down to trace the line of her lips. “I think,” he said slowly, his attention on her mouth. “That of the two of us, you from your manor house and me on my ship, that I’m the lucky one.” Never mind how he got here. Never mind the years he’d struggled, yoked to this ship like an ox trapped in a grain mill. It was his now. The ghosts of his past were dead and gone and his future was as bright and brilliant as he decided it would be. Nia was still under the power of everyone else, including himself in this moment. He belonged to no one. No master, no king, no woman. He was his own person and he aimed to keep it that way.
He’d meant what he said about sleeping. Exhausted was the right word for it. Slightly hungover from the opium earlier in the day, he was already sagging into the mattress when she lay softly beside him. Their prone shadows flickered against the wall and for a single moment, the world was still. But the ship tilted gently to one side in the Nile’s current and then gently swayed the other way. The movement made Lukos drop his arm away from his face and look at Nia as she spoke to him in gentle, hushed tones. Her arm encircled his waist and they lay together as though they’d been lovers for years instead of having met in the simmering heat of this very afternoon.
"If this is your palace, does that make you a king?"
He smirked, eyes closed, as a derisive “hmph,” escaped in a sigh through his nose. “Kings have laws and senates they’re beholden to.” His voice slipped into the darkness, deep and warm in his sentiment but took on an edge as he said, “I do whatever the fuck I want. I’m not a king. I’m better.” He didn’t care if she thought him arrogant. What he said was true. If a king wanted to leave his palace, servants had to be notified. Courtesans had to be prepared. The man’s wife and children had to be packed up and moved. Horses needed readied, food needed rounded up and courtiers flocked alongside the king so that by the time he left, a small city of people were on the path with him, escorting, fawning, pawing their way into his good graces. What a miserable existence. If Lukos wanted to go somewhere, he woke up, commanded it to be done, and it was. No fanfare, no organizing with this person or that. No asking permission. He went where he pleased, when he pleased, how he pleased. What good was a palace full of gold if you were chained to it like a prisoner?
Turning onto his side, he regarded his new bedmate, taking in the shadowed features of her face with sober eyes. He tapped her round little nose, sliding the tip of his finger down to trace the line of her lips. “I think,” he said slowly, his attention on her mouth. “That of the two of us, you from your manor house and me on my ship, that I’m the lucky one.” Never mind how he got here. Never mind the years he’d struggled, yoked to this ship like an ox trapped in a grain mill. It was his now. The ghosts of his past were dead and gone and his future was as bright and brilliant as he decided it would be. Nia was still under the power of everyone else, including himself in this moment. He belonged to no one. No master, no king, no woman. He was his own person and he aimed to keep it that way.
I’m not a king. I’m better.
Whether that was arrogance or self-assurance, Nia wasn’t really sure, but she had to agree—at least with the sentiment he was expressing. A king might rule over an entire land, but he was under obligation to his people. The only person it seemed like Lukos was obliged to was his own self.
I think that of the two of us, you from your manor house and me on my ship, that I’m the lucky one.
“I think you are too,” she murmured in response, her eyes closing briefly at the touch of his fingers. She’d trade her very soul for a life of freedom, a life where she was beholden to nothing and no one. Where she could go anywhere, and not a single person could stop her. All the riches in the world meant nothing when she remained under the yoke of another. But, in Egypt, women held no real sovereignty; they were forever at the whims of the men in their lives, and in spite of how she might rebel and fight it, that was no different for Nia. All she could be thankful for was that she still remained in the care of her father, a man who indulged her rebelliousness with a mostly indifferent eye, rather than a husband who was not likely to do the same.
“I’d give anything for a life like yours,” she went on. “All I’ve wanted my whole life is the one thing I can’t have—to control my own fate.” Offering Lukos a weak half-smile, her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I’ve always been told how lucky I am to be noble, to wear silks and jewels and never have to worry where my next meal is coming from.” She paused thoughtfully before she continued, “And I suppose, in that regard, I am lucky. But those riches are not really mine, they’re my father’s; they’re only given to me because he allows it. And there lies the difference.”
Nia often had the outward appearance of a shallow, vapid girl, but there was more depth behind those dark eyes than most really knew. For all her vices, the young noblewoman could be surprisingly insightful, but most of the people she spent time around didn’t really care what went on in her head—all they saw was a pretty face and a demeanor geared toward mischief. She had no way of knowing if Lukos was really any different, but he at least seemed to be listening to her.
“He’s the one that will ultimately control where I go, what I eat, where I live, who I marry. He might ask my opinion, and it may or may not sway him, but in the end, it’s his choice, when all I want is for it to be mine.” Huffing out softly through her nose, she added, “That just seems wrong to me.”
She knew that was why she rebelled so often; in a world where she had so few choices, at least that was something she could control. That is, until she was brought back under the rein. Though, like she’d told Lukos, it never lasted long before she was sneaking out again, getting into whatever trouble she could find. She didn’t see that ending any time soon.
“So, yes, you’re the lucky one,” she said with a quiet chuckle, the tips of her fingers running down his side. Her lips curled in a grin, her roaming fingers moving to pull his face to hers. Mouth brushing over his in a kiss, she nipped lightly at his lower lip and winked before she added, “Especially now. Don’t you know at least half of the Egyptian nobility wishes I was in their beds right now instead of here?”
True or not, gods knew, she could be arrogant too.
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I’m not a king. I’m better.
Whether that was arrogance or self-assurance, Nia wasn’t really sure, but she had to agree—at least with the sentiment he was expressing. A king might rule over an entire land, but he was under obligation to his people. The only person it seemed like Lukos was obliged to was his own self.
I think that of the two of us, you from your manor house and me on my ship, that I’m the lucky one.
“I think you are too,” she murmured in response, her eyes closing briefly at the touch of his fingers. She’d trade her very soul for a life of freedom, a life where she was beholden to nothing and no one. Where she could go anywhere, and not a single person could stop her. All the riches in the world meant nothing when she remained under the yoke of another. But, in Egypt, women held no real sovereignty; they were forever at the whims of the men in their lives, and in spite of how she might rebel and fight it, that was no different for Nia. All she could be thankful for was that she still remained in the care of her father, a man who indulged her rebelliousness with a mostly indifferent eye, rather than a husband who was not likely to do the same.
“I’d give anything for a life like yours,” she went on. “All I’ve wanted my whole life is the one thing I can’t have—to control my own fate.” Offering Lukos a weak half-smile, her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I’ve always been told how lucky I am to be noble, to wear silks and jewels and never have to worry where my next meal is coming from.” She paused thoughtfully before she continued, “And I suppose, in that regard, I am lucky. But those riches are not really mine, they’re my father’s; they’re only given to me because he allows it. And there lies the difference.”
Nia often had the outward appearance of a shallow, vapid girl, but there was more depth behind those dark eyes than most really knew. For all her vices, the young noblewoman could be surprisingly insightful, but most of the people she spent time around didn’t really care what went on in her head—all they saw was a pretty face and a demeanor geared toward mischief. She had no way of knowing if Lukos was really any different, but he at least seemed to be listening to her.
“He’s the one that will ultimately control where I go, what I eat, where I live, who I marry. He might ask my opinion, and it may or may not sway him, but in the end, it’s his choice, when all I want is for it to be mine.” Huffing out softly through her nose, she added, “That just seems wrong to me.”
She knew that was why she rebelled so often; in a world where she had so few choices, at least that was something she could control. That is, until she was brought back under the rein. Though, like she’d told Lukos, it never lasted long before she was sneaking out again, getting into whatever trouble she could find. She didn’t see that ending any time soon.
“So, yes, you’re the lucky one,” she said with a quiet chuckle, the tips of her fingers running down his side. Her lips curled in a grin, her roaming fingers moving to pull his face to hers. Mouth brushing over his in a kiss, she nipped lightly at his lower lip and winked before she added, “Especially now. Don’t you know at least half of the Egyptian nobility wishes I was in their beds right now instead of here?”
True or not, gods knew, she could be arrogant too.
I’m not a king. I’m better.
Whether that was arrogance or self-assurance, Nia wasn’t really sure, but she had to agree—at least with the sentiment he was expressing. A king might rule over an entire land, but he was under obligation to his people. The only person it seemed like Lukos was obliged to was his own self.
I think that of the two of us, you from your manor house and me on my ship, that I’m the lucky one.
“I think you are too,” she murmured in response, her eyes closing briefly at the touch of his fingers. She’d trade her very soul for a life of freedom, a life where she was beholden to nothing and no one. Where she could go anywhere, and not a single person could stop her. All the riches in the world meant nothing when she remained under the yoke of another. But, in Egypt, women held no real sovereignty; they were forever at the whims of the men in their lives, and in spite of how she might rebel and fight it, that was no different for Nia. All she could be thankful for was that she still remained in the care of her father, a man who indulged her rebelliousness with a mostly indifferent eye, rather than a husband who was not likely to do the same.
“I’d give anything for a life like yours,” she went on. “All I’ve wanted my whole life is the one thing I can’t have—to control my own fate.” Offering Lukos a weak half-smile, her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I’ve always been told how lucky I am to be noble, to wear silks and jewels and never have to worry where my next meal is coming from.” She paused thoughtfully before she continued, “And I suppose, in that regard, I am lucky. But those riches are not really mine, they’re my father’s; they’re only given to me because he allows it. And there lies the difference.”
Nia often had the outward appearance of a shallow, vapid girl, but there was more depth behind those dark eyes than most really knew. For all her vices, the young noblewoman could be surprisingly insightful, but most of the people she spent time around didn’t really care what went on in her head—all they saw was a pretty face and a demeanor geared toward mischief. She had no way of knowing if Lukos was really any different, but he at least seemed to be listening to her.
“He’s the one that will ultimately control where I go, what I eat, where I live, who I marry. He might ask my opinion, and it may or may not sway him, but in the end, it’s his choice, when all I want is for it to be mine.” Huffing out softly through her nose, she added, “That just seems wrong to me.”
She knew that was why she rebelled so often; in a world where she had so few choices, at least that was something she could control. That is, until she was brought back under the rein. Though, like she’d told Lukos, it never lasted long before she was sneaking out again, getting into whatever trouble she could find. She didn’t see that ending any time soon.
“So, yes, you’re the lucky one,” she said with a quiet chuckle, the tips of her fingers running down his side. Her lips curled in a grin, her roaming fingers moving to pull his face to hers. Mouth brushing over his in a kiss, she nipped lightly at his lower lip and winked before she added, “Especially now. Don’t you know at least half of the Egyptian nobility wishes I was in their beds right now instead of here?”
True or not, gods knew, she could be arrogant too.
Lukos’s words were not meant to be kind, nor were they really meant to needle her. He simply said things that he wanted to say without any regard for someone else’s feelings, good or ill. In the semi darkness, he could see the whites of her eyes sparkle and then disappear as she closed them. A single, silver slice of moonlight outlined her cheek, the only visible portion of her face. She didn’t seem perturbed by what he’d said, and actually agreed with it. He was silent, waiting for her to continue. "I’d give anything for a life like yours. All I’ve wanted my whole life is the one thing I can’t have—to control my own fate." Her eyes opened again and she offered up a smile that seemed weak and faltering.
He thought back to where he was now, compared to where he started. Quaking terror, aching loneliness, the guilt and feelings of abandonment, and ultimately surrendering everything he was as a person to become what he was now. Letting go of a past he could not, and now would not change. The true taste of freedom he’d gained was when he’d murdered to gain it. Lukos did not think that the woman beside him had that seething beast of a personality inside her. She was soft and naive, something he hadn’t been since he was a small child. Staying naive was a good way to get killed; he’d learned that quick enough and had shed the tendency as fast as possible.
His attention was drawn back as Nia’s voice filled the gap between them once again, musing on the virtues of being born to the family she had and what that meant. Lukos watched his own finger drawing lazy circles against her chest as she spoke, listening without intent to speak. All he did was listen to the high, clear sound of her voice as she outlined exactly why she was a prisoner in her own life and, though he understood exactly what she meant, he was still of the opinion that she was better off where she was than out on her own. She was like one of those gorgeous exotic cats her people worshipped. There to be viewed, petted, fed, loved, and never, ever let outside, lest the cat come to some sort of harm for being nothing but a pet, rather than a wild creature. That was the main difference between the two of them. He was a wild, savage thing, and she was a groomed, pampered pet.
She went on to complain, semi-validly, he thought, about it not being fair that she didn’t get to decide her own fate. That ultimately, who she married along with most everything else, came down to whether or not her father allowed it. Lukos’s fingers trailed lower as she spoke and he shifted down a little bit so that his face wasn’t level with hers anymore, but more level with her chest. “Hmm.” The sound came from deep in his chest to indicate he was still listening to her but he’d begun to occupy half his attention to pressing his lips to the silky skin of her breasts. Her fingers traveled down his side and he swirled his tongue against her nipple for a few seconds before kissing lower, inching ever downwards. His hand rested first on her waist, then her hip as he kissed down her stomach, then settled on the back of her thigh.
"So, yes, you’re the lucky one," she said as he nipped her stomach just below her navel. Her hands came down to pull him back up and he let her...but only just, letting out a mild groan of protest as her lips met his. This wasn’t the set he’d been after. He leaned harder into her when she nipped his bottom lip and chased her a little when she pulled away enough to speak. "Especially now. Don’t you know at least half of the Egyptian nobility wishes I was in their beds right now instead of here?"
“Fuck half of Egypt,” he fisted his hands in her hair, tongue dancing with hers. This seemed like a good way to get her to quit talking, but after a few minutes, his desire came back around to where she’d pulled him away from and he kissed his way back down her body, not allowing her to stop him this time. His tongue dipped against her sex, tasting her how he’d wanted a little bit ago. She could fucking deal with it.
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Lukos’s words were not meant to be kind, nor were they really meant to needle her. He simply said things that he wanted to say without any regard for someone else’s feelings, good or ill. In the semi darkness, he could see the whites of her eyes sparkle and then disappear as she closed them. A single, silver slice of moonlight outlined her cheek, the only visible portion of her face. She didn’t seem perturbed by what he’d said, and actually agreed with it. He was silent, waiting for her to continue. "I’d give anything for a life like yours. All I’ve wanted my whole life is the one thing I can’t have—to control my own fate." Her eyes opened again and she offered up a smile that seemed weak and faltering.
He thought back to where he was now, compared to where he started. Quaking terror, aching loneliness, the guilt and feelings of abandonment, and ultimately surrendering everything he was as a person to become what he was now. Letting go of a past he could not, and now would not change. The true taste of freedom he’d gained was when he’d murdered to gain it. Lukos did not think that the woman beside him had that seething beast of a personality inside her. She was soft and naive, something he hadn’t been since he was a small child. Staying naive was a good way to get killed; he’d learned that quick enough and had shed the tendency as fast as possible.
His attention was drawn back as Nia’s voice filled the gap between them once again, musing on the virtues of being born to the family she had and what that meant. Lukos watched his own finger drawing lazy circles against her chest as she spoke, listening without intent to speak. All he did was listen to the high, clear sound of her voice as she outlined exactly why she was a prisoner in her own life and, though he understood exactly what she meant, he was still of the opinion that she was better off where she was than out on her own. She was like one of those gorgeous exotic cats her people worshipped. There to be viewed, petted, fed, loved, and never, ever let outside, lest the cat come to some sort of harm for being nothing but a pet, rather than a wild creature. That was the main difference between the two of them. He was a wild, savage thing, and she was a groomed, pampered pet.
She went on to complain, semi-validly, he thought, about it not being fair that she didn’t get to decide her own fate. That ultimately, who she married along with most everything else, came down to whether or not her father allowed it. Lukos’s fingers trailed lower as she spoke and he shifted down a little bit so that his face wasn’t level with hers anymore, but more level with her chest. “Hmm.” The sound came from deep in his chest to indicate he was still listening to her but he’d begun to occupy half his attention to pressing his lips to the silky skin of her breasts. Her fingers traveled down his side and he swirled his tongue against her nipple for a few seconds before kissing lower, inching ever downwards. His hand rested first on her waist, then her hip as he kissed down her stomach, then settled on the back of her thigh.
"So, yes, you’re the lucky one," she said as he nipped her stomach just below her navel. Her hands came down to pull him back up and he let her...but only just, letting out a mild groan of protest as her lips met his. This wasn’t the set he’d been after. He leaned harder into her when she nipped his bottom lip and chased her a little when she pulled away enough to speak. "Especially now. Don’t you know at least half of the Egyptian nobility wishes I was in their beds right now instead of here?"
“Fuck half of Egypt,” he fisted his hands in her hair, tongue dancing with hers. This seemed like a good way to get her to quit talking, but after a few minutes, his desire came back around to where she’d pulled him away from and he kissed his way back down her body, not allowing her to stop him this time. His tongue dipped against her sex, tasting her how he’d wanted a little bit ago. She could fucking deal with it.
Lukos’s words were not meant to be kind, nor were they really meant to needle her. He simply said things that he wanted to say without any regard for someone else’s feelings, good or ill. In the semi darkness, he could see the whites of her eyes sparkle and then disappear as she closed them. A single, silver slice of moonlight outlined her cheek, the only visible portion of her face. She didn’t seem perturbed by what he’d said, and actually agreed with it. He was silent, waiting for her to continue. "I’d give anything for a life like yours. All I’ve wanted my whole life is the one thing I can’t have—to control my own fate." Her eyes opened again and she offered up a smile that seemed weak and faltering.
He thought back to where he was now, compared to where he started. Quaking terror, aching loneliness, the guilt and feelings of abandonment, and ultimately surrendering everything he was as a person to become what he was now. Letting go of a past he could not, and now would not change. The true taste of freedom he’d gained was when he’d murdered to gain it. Lukos did not think that the woman beside him had that seething beast of a personality inside her. She was soft and naive, something he hadn’t been since he was a small child. Staying naive was a good way to get killed; he’d learned that quick enough and had shed the tendency as fast as possible.
His attention was drawn back as Nia’s voice filled the gap between them once again, musing on the virtues of being born to the family she had and what that meant. Lukos watched his own finger drawing lazy circles against her chest as she spoke, listening without intent to speak. All he did was listen to the high, clear sound of her voice as she outlined exactly why she was a prisoner in her own life and, though he understood exactly what she meant, he was still of the opinion that she was better off where she was than out on her own. She was like one of those gorgeous exotic cats her people worshipped. There to be viewed, petted, fed, loved, and never, ever let outside, lest the cat come to some sort of harm for being nothing but a pet, rather than a wild creature. That was the main difference between the two of them. He was a wild, savage thing, and she was a groomed, pampered pet.
She went on to complain, semi-validly, he thought, about it not being fair that she didn’t get to decide her own fate. That ultimately, who she married along with most everything else, came down to whether or not her father allowed it. Lukos’s fingers trailed lower as she spoke and he shifted down a little bit so that his face wasn’t level with hers anymore, but more level with her chest. “Hmm.” The sound came from deep in his chest to indicate he was still listening to her but he’d begun to occupy half his attention to pressing his lips to the silky skin of her breasts. Her fingers traveled down his side and he swirled his tongue against her nipple for a few seconds before kissing lower, inching ever downwards. His hand rested first on her waist, then her hip as he kissed down her stomach, then settled on the back of her thigh.
"So, yes, you’re the lucky one," she said as he nipped her stomach just below her navel. Her hands came down to pull him back up and he let her...but only just, letting out a mild groan of protest as her lips met his. This wasn’t the set he’d been after. He leaned harder into her when she nipped his bottom lip and chased her a little when she pulled away enough to speak. "Especially now. Don’t you know at least half of the Egyptian nobility wishes I was in their beds right now instead of here?"
“Fuck half of Egypt,” he fisted his hands in her hair, tongue dancing with hers. This seemed like a good way to get her to quit talking, but after a few minutes, his desire came back around to where she’d pulled him away from and he kissed his way back down her body, not allowing her to stop him this time. His tongue dipped against her sex, tasting her how he’d wanted a little bit ago. She could fucking deal with it.
His mouth against her breast made it harder for her to concentrate, slowly starting to lose the thread of what she was saying. Breath hitching in a soft gasp, goosebumps followed in the wake of his drifting fingers. Whether Lukos was just trying to shut her up or not, she didn’t care, more than willing to follow along with the vein of his desires. If he didn’t want to listen to her, fine. So, what else was new? Nia knew why she’d been brought here, and she was happy enough to oblige.
Fuck half of Egypt.
A breathless laugh parted her lips at that, one that was effectively silenced by the fierce kiss that followed. Hissing between her teeth at the tug on her hair, her gaze darkened with an answering lust no longer sluggish to respond. Her body molded to his as she returned the kiss with a passionate fervor, whining softly in protest when he pulled back. That whine didn’t last long when she realized where the pirate was headed, a destination she’d previously interrupted. Well, she certainly didn’t mean to interrupt it this time, fingers gathering in his hair as he marched his way down.
The soft swipe of his tongue scattered her thoughts completely, legs parting in invitation. Languid amongst the sheets, her head tilted back with a groan while her fingers tightened in his hair. While she’d performed such an act on many a lover, she often found they were not quite so willing to reciprocate. That Lukos had initiated it on his own surprised and delighted her, and her body moved in silent encouragement.
Fingers of her free hand tangling in the bedclothes, her hips lifted slightly from the bed when his mouth moved more in earnest, her heart picking up its pace. Bronzed skin flushed and heated with desire, all that she’d said before was practically forgotten in the wake of the lust that surged through her body. All in all, Neithotep H’Sheifa was not a hard woman to please, and she was all too happy for the man to explore her even more fully than he had hours before.
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His mouth against her breast made it harder for her to concentrate, slowly starting to lose the thread of what she was saying. Breath hitching in a soft gasp, goosebumps followed in the wake of his drifting fingers. Whether Lukos was just trying to shut her up or not, she didn’t care, more than willing to follow along with the vein of his desires. If he didn’t want to listen to her, fine. So, what else was new? Nia knew why she’d been brought here, and she was happy enough to oblige.
Fuck half of Egypt.
A breathless laugh parted her lips at that, one that was effectively silenced by the fierce kiss that followed. Hissing between her teeth at the tug on her hair, her gaze darkened with an answering lust no longer sluggish to respond. Her body molded to his as she returned the kiss with a passionate fervor, whining softly in protest when he pulled back. That whine didn’t last long when she realized where the pirate was headed, a destination she’d previously interrupted. Well, she certainly didn’t mean to interrupt it this time, fingers gathering in his hair as he marched his way down.
The soft swipe of his tongue scattered her thoughts completely, legs parting in invitation. Languid amongst the sheets, her head tilted back with a groan while her fingers tightened in his hair. While she’d performed such an act on many a lover, she often found they were not quite so willing to reciprocate. That Lukos had initiated it on his own surprised and delighted her, and her body moved in silent encouragement.
Fingers of her free hand tangling in the bedclothes, her hips lifted slightly from the bed when his mouth moved more in earnest, her heart picking up its pace. Bronzed skin flushed and heated with desire, all that she’d said before was practically forgotten in the wake of the lust that surged through her body. All in all, Neithotep H’Sheifa was not a hard woman to please, and she was all too happy for the man to explore her even more fully than he had hours before.
His mouth against her breast made it harder for her to concentrate, slowly starting to lose the thread of what she was saying. Breath hitching in a soft gasp, goosebumps followed in the wake of his drifting fingers. Whether Lukos was just trying to shut her up or not, she didn’t care, more than willing to follow along with the vein of his desires. If he didn’t want to listen to her, fine. So, what else was new? Nia knew why she’d been brought here, and she was happy enough to oblige.
Fuck half of Egypt.
A breathless laugh parted her lips at that, one that was effectively silenced by the fierce kiss that followed. Hissing between her teeth at the tug on her hair, her gaze darkened with an answering lust no longer sluggish to respond. Her body molded to his as she returned the kiss with a passionate fervor, whining softly in protest when he pulled back. That whine didn’t last long when she realized where the pirate was headed, a destination she’d previously interrupted. Well, she certainly didn’t mean to interrupt it this time, fingers gathering in his hair as he marched his way down.
The soft swipe of his tongue scattered her thoughts completely, legs parting in invitation. Languid amongst the sheets, her head tilted back with a groan while her fingers tightened in his hair. While she’d performed such an act on many a lover, she often found they were not quite so willing to reciprocate. That Lukos had initiated it on his own surprised and delighted her, and her body moved in silent encouragement.
Fingers of her free hand tangling in the bedclothes, her hips lifted slightly from the bed when his mouth moved more in earnest, her heart picking up its pace. Bronzed skin flushed and heated with desire, all that she’d said before was practically forgotten in the wake of the lust that surged through her body. All in all, Neithotep H’Sheifa was not a hard woman to please, and she was all too happy for the man to explore her even more fully than he had hours before.
The ship dipped slowly down into the water and gently swelled back up again as it made its way down the Nile that swept them further and further away from anyone who might be looking for her. Here in this room, swathed by shadows and serenaded by the river and birds in the night, Lukos could take all the time he liked. Despite his very real promise that they would merely be sleeping because he was bone tired, he’d found that sleep fled the second a naked woman was next to him. Though still drowsy, he was too awake to leave her alone. His tongue flicked against her nub as the fingers of one hand played inside her while his left hand held her thigh over his shoulder.
With her fingers curled gently in his hair right at first, he’d smiled as her nails raked against his scalp when her grip tightened. With the passing minutes, her grasp was nearly painful. Good. He liked when women involuntarily jumped and whined. It was a stroke to the ego when their bodies took on a life of their own, total loss of control, given freely to him in exchange for a very simple, very pleasurable act he’d have done for the asking.
Listening for moans and panting, breath hitching, he stayed where he was until he felt her on the very brink of release, and pulled away. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirked, giving her thigh still against his cheek a hard nip, and then raised up so that he could claim her lips. His other hand still gripped her leg, keeping her open so that he could thrust into her the second his tip came into contact with her. Hard and fast, he didn’t feel like having to build up much momentum or making this last for hours. He reached for her wrist and pulled her arm to get her nails against his back. “Make it hurt,” he whispered against her lips before sliding his tongue into her mouth to prevent her replying back to him.
He didn’t care what she thought of that demand, but he didn’t think she’d balk at it, either. To be as open as she was, as trusting, he was willing to bet that she’d had to put up with some weird requests in her time and hardly expected this to be out of the ordinary. Who liked sex to be sweet all of the time? Or even half the time? As far as he was concerned, this could get violent if she wanted to take it there. It was only in times like this that he’d let someone hit him or draw blood. It seemed fitting, somehow. Though, he very, very much doubted that Nia would ever take it that far, but he’d take what she was willing to give.
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The ship dipped slowly down into the water and gently swelled back up again as it made its way down the Nile that swept them further and further away from anyone who might be looking for her. Here in this room, swathed by shadows and serenaded by the river and birds in the night, Lukos could take all the time he liked. Despite his very real promise that they would merely be sleeping because he was bone tired, he’d found that sleep fled the second a naked woman was next to him. Though still drowsy, he was too awake to leave her alone. His tongue flicked against her nub as the fingers of one hand played inside her while his left hand held her thigh over his shoulder.
With her fingers curled gently in his hair right at first, he’d smiled as her nails raked against his scalp when her grip tightened. With the passing minutes, her grasp was nearly painful. Good. He liked when women involuntarily jumped and whined. It was a stroke to the ego when their bodies took on a life of their own, total loss of control, given freely to him in exchange for a very simple, very pleasurable act he’d have done for the asking.
Listening for moans and panting, breath hitching, he stayed where he was until he felt her on the very brink of release, and pulled away. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirked, giving her thigh still against his cheek a hard nip, and then raised up so that he could claim her lips. His other hand still gripped her leg, keeping her open so that he could thrust into her the second his tip came into contact with her. Hard and fast, he didn’t feel like having to build up much momentum or making this last for hours. He reached for her wrist and pulled her arm to get her nails against his back. “Make it hurt,” he whispered against her lips before sliding his tongue into her mouth to prevent her replying back to him.
He didn’t care what she thought of that demand, but he didn’t think she’d balk at it, either. To be as open as she was, as trusting, he was willing to bet that she’d had to put up with some weird requests in her time and hardly expected this to be out of the ordinary. Who liked sex to be sweet all of the time? Or even half the time? As far as he was concerned, this could get violent if she wanted to take it there. It was only in times like this that he’d let someone hit him or draw blood. It seemed fitting, somehow. Though, he very, very much doubted that Nia would ever take it that far, but he’d take what she was willing to give.
The ship dipped slowly down into the water and gently swelled back up again as it made its way down the Nile that swept them further and further away from anyone who might be looking for her. Here in this room, swathed by shadows and serenaded by the river and birds in the night, Lukos could take all the time he liked. Despite his very real promise that they would merely be sleeping because he was bone tired, he’d found that sleep fled the second a naked woman was next to him. Though still drowsy, he was too awake to leave her alone. His tongue flicked against her nub as the fingers of one hand played inside her while his left hand held her thigh over his shoulder.
With her fingers curled gently in his hair right at first, he’d smiled as her nails raked against his scalp when her grip tightened. With the passing minutes, her grasp was nearly painful. Good. He liked when women involuntarily jumped and whined. It was a stroke to the ego when their bodies took on a life of their own, total loss of control, given freely to him in exchange for a very simple, very pleasurable act he’d have done for the asking.
Listening for moans and panting, breath hitching, he stayed where he was until he felt her on the very brink of release, and pulled away. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirked, giving her thigh still against his cheek a hard nip, and then raised up so that he could claim her lips. His other hand still gripped her leg, keeping her open so that he could thrust into her the second his tip came into contact with her. Hard and fast, he didn’t feel like having to build up much momentum or making this last for hours. He reached for her wrist and pulled her arm to get her nails against his back. “Make it hurt,” he whispered against her lips before sliding his tongue into her mouth to prevent her replying back to him.
He didn’t care what she thought of that demand, but he didn’t think she’d balk at it, either. To be as open as she was, as trusting, he was willing to bet that she’d had to put up with some weird requests in her time and hardly expected this to be out of the ordinary. Who liked sex to be sweet all of the time? Or even half the time? As far as he was concerned, this could get violent if she wanted to take it there. It was only in times like this that he’d let someone hit him or draw blood. It seemed fitting, somehow. Though, he very, very much doubted that Nia would ever take it that far, but he’d take what she was willing to give.
Tongue and fingers served to make Nia squirm, to gasp and moan and shudder while he worked her into a frenzy. Her hand clenched and unclenched in his hair, the knuckles of her other hand white where they tangled in the sheets. Every swipe of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers served to bring her closer and closer to her release, hovering just on the edge before he suddenly stopped with a wicked grin on his face.
Crying out softly and groaning mournfully in unfulfilled frustration, eyes hazy with lust flicked open to meet his the second before he was inside of her. Body lifting to meet his, that groan turned to something else entirely, the leg not in his grasp slinking up to wrap around the back of his. He was not gentle, his pace demanding as his hips rocked against hers, but she didn’t need gentle. Sometimes those nights of bruising passion were the best ones, where screams and pleas filled the air instead of moans and soft words of adoration.
Make it hurt, were the words Lukos whispered against her lips before his tongue was in her mouth, demanding all she would give. She would’ve smiled if her lips weren’t otherwise occupied, the nails against his back digging in as they dragged down. Thin red welts rose in their wake, her other hand reaching to tug sharply at his hair. Just as he suspected, it wasn’t the strangest request she’d ever received, and so long as things didn’t get out of hand, she didn’t mind. Some bruises were worth having.
Pulling his head back and biting his lip with nearly enough force to draw blood, the nails of both hands moved down his back again before kissing her way down his jaw to stop at his neck. Digging her fingers into the backs of his shoulders and sinking her teeth into his throat, she sucked hard on the flesh there, intending to leave what marks she could. All the while, her hips continued in the nearly chaotic pace he set, bodies slick with sweat sliding against each other in an effortless game of give and take.
Shoving him back so that he sat up on the bed, she mounted him again so she could get at him easier. Riding him like her life depended on it, she ground against him, body pressed against his as she bit into his shoulder.
Nia would never let it be said that she just lay there while her partner did all the work.
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Tongue and fingers served to make Nia squirm, to gasp and moan and shudder while he worked her into a frenzy. Her hand clenched and unclenched in his hair, the knuckles of her other hand white where they tangled in the sheets. Every swipe of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers served to bring her closer and closer to her release, hovering just on the edge before he suddenly stopped with a wicked grin on his face.
Crying out softly and groaning mournfully in unfulfilled frustration, eyes hazy with lust flicked open to meet his the second before he was inside of her. Body lifting to meet his, that groan turned to something else entirely, the leg not in his grasp slinking up to wrap around the back of his. He was not gentle, his pace demanding as his hips rocked against hers, but she didn’t need gentle. Sometimes those nights of bruising passion were the best ones, where screams and pleas filled the air instead of moans and soft words of adoration.
Make it hurt, were the words Lukos whispered against her lips before his tongue was in her mouth, demanding all she would give. She would’ve smiled if her lips weren’t otherwise occupied, the nails against his back digging in as they dragged down. Thin red welts rose in their wake, her other hand reaching to tug sharply at his hair. Just as he suspected, it wasn’t the strangest request she’d ever received, and so long as things didn’t get out of hand, she didn’t mind. Some bruises were worth having.
Pulling his head back and biting his lip with nearly enough force to draw blood, the nails of both hands moved down his back again before kissing her way down his jaw to stop at his neck. Digging her fingers into the backs of his shoulders and sinking her teeth into his throat, she sucked hard on the flesh there, intending to leave what marks she could. All the while, her hips continued in the nearly chaotic pace he set, bodies slick with sweat sliding against each other in an effortless game of give and take.
Shoving him back so that he sat up on the bed, she mounted him again so she could get at him easier. Riding him like her life depended on it, she ground against him, body pressed against his as she bit into his shoulder.
Nia would never let it be said that she just lay there while her partner did all the work.
Tongue and fingers served to make Nia squirm, to gasp and moan and shudder while he worked her into a frenzy. Her hand clenched and unclenched in his hair, the knuckles of her other hand white where they tangled in the sheets. Every swipe of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers served to bring her closer and closer to her release, hovering just on the edge before he suddenly stopped with a wicked grin on his face.
Crying out softly and groaning mournfully in unfulfilled frustration, eyes hazy with lust flicked open to meet his the second before he was inside of her. Body lifting to meet his, that groan turned to something else entirely, the leg not in his grasp slinking up to wrap around the back of his. He was not gentle, his pace demanding as his hips rocked against hers, but she didn’t need gentle. Sometimes those nights of bruising passion were the best ones, where screams and pleas filled the air instead of moans and soft words of adoration.
Make it hurt, were the words Lukos whispered against her lips before his tongue was in her mouth, demanding all she would give. She would’ve smiled if her lips weren’t otherwise occupied, the nails against his back digging in as they dragged down. Thin red welts rose in their wake, her other hand reaching to tug sharply at his hair. Just as he suspected, it wasn’t the strangest request she’d ever received, and so long as things didn’t get out of hand, she didn’t mind. Some bruises were worth having.
Pulling his head back and biting his lip with nearly enough force to draw blood, the nails of both hands moved down his back again before kissing her way down his jaw to stop at his neck. Digging her fingers into the backs of his shoulders and sinking her teeth into his throat, she sucked hard on the flesh there, intending to leave what marks she could. All the while, her hips continued in the nearly chaotic pace he set, bodies slick with sweat sliding against each other in an effortless game of give and take.
Shoving him back so that he sat up on the bed, she mounted him again so she could get at him easier. Riding him like her life depended on it, she ground against him, body pressed against his as she bit into his shoulder.
Nia would never let it be said that she just lay there while her partner did all the work.
To the random women he slept with, he did not usually make requests unless he was paying them. Nia was unusual in that they were doing this a second time in the same day, after having met that day. Lukos preferred to love and leave. It was easier for everyone if they had specific expectations about how things wouldn’t go. Nia, however, was special. Special in that her mother could go entirely fuck herself and Lukos was taking quite as much pleasure in their current arrangement as he would bringing Nia home after a week and seeing Iaheru’s cold fury. It was with that in mind that he grinned against Nia’s lips as her nails clawed down his back.
Theirs was nearly a fight of who could bite where and how hard. She tugged his hair, his hand closed around her throat, biting the tender flesh just beneath her jaw. Her nails sent fire trails along his back, his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, using the hold to grind himself as deep into her as possible. But he laughed when she attacked his neck with the fierceness of a lioness. The force of her ‘kissing’ did sting a little and he let her for a few seconds before yanking her hair back to expose her throat and bestowing the same courtesy, marking her with the same bruises that would no doubt earn them side eyeing tomorrow. Their power struggle continued for a little longer, Lukos allowing her to accost him fairly savagely until he put a stop to it by pinning her down.
That lasted for exactly ten seconds, until he eased his hold and found himself shoved hard enough to plop him on his butt. Nia practically leaped onto him. Lukos laughed again, hands clamped onto her hips, moving her up and down and biting her neck as her teeth dug into his shoulder. Energetic was a word for Nia. Vigorous was another. He had to have the whore of Thebes on his cock right now, he thought. This was fantastic. He ran into the best people. And to think: this morning he was sitting on the railing of the ship making rope. Amazing how the prospects of a day could change.
By the time they lay slick, panting, and sated, dawn was on the horizon. Lukos spread out happily on the bed, one arm slid under the pillow, the other hanging off the bed. This left Nia to be the one between him and the wall. He would have loved to sleep until noon but that wasn’t an option. They’d kept half the ship awake with them and no one was eager to wake early but before the gold seeped from the sky, a hard banging pounded on the door and Lukos muttered a vague “Come,” to which Arktos did exactly as bid.
The giant squeezed himself through the doorway and shut the door with extreme delicacy. He was not in the least embarrassed by either Lukos or Nia’s nakedness. Lukos was mostly covered and still sleeping on his stomach besides.
“Breakfast, Captain,” he said and then added, ”Er...She eating with us or...staying……..down here?” Women simply did not travel on this ship unless it was in a cage and they definitely didn’t get free roaming, but Nia, again, was in a weird, different category. And she wasn’t an actual whore, so Lukos wasn’t breaking his own rules. The benefits of being Captain.
Lukos raised up a bit and glared over his bruised shoulder at Arktos. “You did not come in here to tell me about food?” his tone suggested this at least better not be the whole reason.
”A royal barge is in the water behind us,” Arktos finally admitted, at which point Lukos clambered out of bed and bent down to look through the small window. His first mate made a cordial nod to Nia, rather than staring at Lukos’s bare ass, and made some kind of weather comment.
“Doesn’t look like they’re here for her,” Lukos said aloud to himself. As a belated question that he really should have asked yesterday when logic would have been better than thinking with his dick, he asked to Nia, “How much trouble are you? Really?” Meaning: how much shit would he be in with not just her mother, but other people.
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To the random women he slept with, he did not usually make requests unless he was paying them. Nia was unusual in that they were doing this a second time in the same day, after having met that day. Lukos preferred to love and leave. It was easier for everyone if they had specific expectations about how things wouldn’t go. Nia, however, was special. Special in that her mother could go entirely fuck herself and Lukos was taking quite as much pleasure in their current arrangement as he would bringing Nia home after a week and seeing Iaheru’s cold fury. It was with that in mind that he grinned against Nia’s lips as her nails clawed down his back.
Theirs was nearly a fight of who could bite where and how hard. She tugged his hair, his hand closed around her throat, biting the tender flesh just beneath her jaw. Her nails sent fire trails along his back, his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, using the hold to grind himself as deep into her as possible. But he laughed when she attacked his neck with the fierceness of a lioness. The force of her ‘kissing’ did sting a little and he let her for a few seconds before yanking her hair back to expose her throat and bestowing the same courtesy, marking her with the same bruises that would no doubt earn them side eyeing tomorrow. Their power struggle continued for a little longer, Lukos allowing her to accost him fairly savagely until he put a stop to it by pinning her down.
That lasted for exactly ten seconds, until he eased his hold and found himself shoved hard enough to plop him on his butt. Nia practically leaped onto him. Lukos laughed again, hands clamped onto her hips, moving her up and down and biting her neck as her teeth dug into his shoulder. Energetic was a word for Nia. Vigorous was another. He had to have the whore of Thebes on his cock right now, he thought. This was fantastic. He ran into the best people. And to think: this morning he was sitting on the railing of the ship making rope. Amazing how the prospects of a day could change.
By the time they lay slick, panting, and sated, dawn was on the horizon. Lukos spread out happily on the bed, one arm slid under the pillow, the other hanging off the bed. This left Nia to be the one between him and the wall. He would have loved to sleep until noon but that wasn’t an option. They’d kept half the ship awake with them and no one was eager to wake early but before the gold seeped from the sky, a hard banging pounded on the door and Lukos muttered a vague “Come,” to which Arktos did exactly as bid.
The giant squeezed himself through the doorway and shut the door with extreme delicacy. He was not in the least embarrassed by either Lukos or Nia’s nakedness. Lukos was mostly covered and still sleeping on his stomach besides.
“Breakfast, Captain,” he said and then added, ”Er...She eating with us or...staying……..down here?” Women simply did not travel on this ship unless it was in a cage and they definitely didn’t get free roaming, but Nia, again, was in a weird, different category. And she wasn’t an actual whore, so Lukos wasn’t breaking his own rules. The benefits of being Captain.
Lukos raised up a bit and glared over his bruised shoulder at Arktos. “You did not come in here to tell me about food?” his tone suggested this at least better not be the whole reason.
”A royal barge is in the water behind us,” Arktos finally admitted, at which point Lukos clambered out of bed and bent down to look through the small window. His first mate made a cordial nod to Nia, rather than staring at Lukos’s bare ass, and made some kind of weather comment.
“Doesn’t look like they’re here for her,” Lukos said aloud to himself. As a belated question that he really should have asked yesterday when logic would have been better than thinking with his dick, he asked to Nia, “How much trouble are you? Really?” Meaning: how much shit would he be in with not just her mother, but other people.
To the random women he slept with, he did not usually make requests unless he was paying them. Nia was unusual in that they were doing this a second time in the same day, after having met that day. Lukos preferred to love and leave. It was easier for everyone if they had specific expectations about how things wouldn’t go. Nia, however, was special. Special in that her mother could go entirely fuck herself and Lukos was taking quite as much pleasure in their current arrangement as he would bringing Nia home after a week and seeing Iaheru’s cold fury. It was with that in mind that he grinned against Nia’s lips as her nails clawed down his back.
Theirs was nearly a fight of who could bite where and how hard. She tugged his hair, his hand closed around her throat, biting the tender flesh just beneath her jaw. Her nails sent fire trails along his back, his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, using the hold to grind himself as deep into her as possible. But he laughed when she attacked his neck with the fierceness of a lioness. The force of her ‘kissing’ did sting a little and he let her for a few seconds before yanking her hair back to expose her throat and bestowing the same courtesy, marking her with the same bruises that would no doubt earn them side eyeing tomorrow. Their power struggle continued for a little longer, Lukos allowing her to accost him fairly savagely until he put a stop to it by pinning her down.
That lasted for exactly ten seconds, until he eased his hold and found himself shoved hard enough to plop him on his butt. Nia practically leaped onto him. Lukos laughed again, hands clamped onto her hips, moving her up and down and biting her neck as her teeth dug into his shoulder. Energetic was a word for Nia. Vigorous was another. He had to have the whore of Thebes on his cock right now, he thought. This was fantastic. He ran into the best people. And to think: this morning he was sitting on the railing of the ship making rope. Amazing how the prospects of a day could change.
By the time they lay slick, panting, and sated, dawn was on the horizon. Lukos spread out happily on the bed, one arm slid under the pillow, the other hanging off the bed. This left Nia to be the one between him and the wall. He would have loved to sleep until noon but that wasn’t an option. They’d kept half the ship awake with them and no one was eager to wake early but before the gold seeped from the sky, a hard banging pounded on the door and Lukos muttered a vague “Come,” to which Arktos did exactly as bid.
The giant squeezed himself through the doorway and shut the door with extreme delicacy. He was not in the least embarrassed by either Lukos or Nia’s nakedness. Lukos was mostly covered and still sleeping on his stomach besides.
“Breakfast, Captain,” he said and then added, ”Er...She eating with us or...staying……..down here?” Women simply did not travel on this ship unless it was in a cage and they definitely didn’t get free roaming, but Nia, again, was in a weird, different category. And she wasn’t an actual whore, so Lukos wasn’t breaking his own rules. The benefits of being Captain.
Lukos raised up a bit and glared over his bruised shoulder at Arktos. “You did not come in here to tell me about food?” his tone suggested this at least better not be the whole reason.
”A royal barge is in the water behind us,” Arktos finally admitted, at which point Lukos clambered out of bed and bent down to look through the small window. His first mate made a cordial nod to Nia, rather than staring at Lukos’s bare ass, and made some kind of weather comment.
“Doesn’t look like they’re here for her,” Lukos said aloud to himself. As a belated question that he really should have asked yesterday when logic would have been better than thinking with his dick, he asked to Nia, “How much trouble are you? Really?” Meaning: how much shit would he be in with not just her mother, but other people.
Sore and sated, Nia rolled onto her back at last, her breath near as hurried as her heart. One leg draped over that of Lukos, it was all that still connected them—too hot to push up against him further. The young noblewoman could feel herself practically melting into the bed after their vigorous activity over the past hour or so, and it was all she could do to simply lay there and catch her breath.
What a day this had turned out to be. From a simple stroll down the docks in the morning to sneaking off on a pirate’s ship at night, it was a wonder what the span of a few hours could produce. Sailing off in the velvet hours of darkness with a mysterious lover to lands she’d never seen… Nia thought she could die happy in that very moment. Maybe Lukos didn’t think this was a very exciting trip, but she certainly did. How often would someone like her ever get to do something like this?
Caught up in dreamy musings, it wasn’t long before she drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep, only awakening at the sound of the cabin door being pushed open. Groaning in displeasure that she should already be forced to rise, Nia blearily opened one eye to see who intruded on their slumber. It was a great bear of a man who seemed to fill the tiny cabin when he entered, the deep rumble of his voice practically vibrating through the room. What in the world could he possibly want when the sun had just barely crested the horizon?
Her gaze flicked back and forth between Lukos and the newcomer as they held a brief exchange that she barely understood a word of, merely shrugging when the other man made a comment toward her. Nia hardly spoke more than a phrase or two of Greek, and she had no idea what either of them were saying. Watching Lukos walk over to the window and peer out, she gathered they must have been talking about something outside. Curious, she trailed after him.
How much trouble are you? Really?
“Depends on what you mean by that,” she replied, raising a brow before taking her own look out the small porthole. A large ship appeared to be tailing them, one with the trappings of Hei Naddar. Frowning, she stepped back and turned her attention again to Lukos. “I just get myself into trouble more often than not. I’ve got a reputation, and not really the best one, if you know what I mean.” Unperturbed, she shrugged and went on, “So it’s not like the whole Court would turn out for me if I suddenly went missing.”
Pointing out the window, she asked, “Basically, if they’re following you, I’m not the problem. I have very little to do with the Pharaoh’s household.” Looking between the pirate captain and his shipmate, she snorted. “This might be a stupid question, but any chance you took something that they might be missing? Something that isn’t me?”
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Sore and sated, Nia rolled onto her back at last, her breath near as hurried as her heart. One leg draped over that of Lukos, it was all that still connected them—too hot to push up against him further. The young noblewoman could feel herself practically melting into the bed after their vigorous activity over the past hour or so, and it was all she could do to simply lay there and catch her breath.
What a day this had turned out to be. From a simple stroll down the docks in the morning to sneaking off on a pirate’s ship at night, it was a wonder what the span of a few hours could produce. Sailing off in the velvet hours of darkness with a mysterious lover to lands she’d never seen… Nia thought she could die happy in that very moment. Maybe Lukos didn’t think this was a very exciting trip, but she certainly did. How often would someone like her ever get to do something like this?
Caught up in dreamy musings, it wasn’t long before she drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep, only awakening at the sound of the cabin door being pushed open. Groaning in displeasure that she should already be forced to rise, Nia blearily opened one eye to see who intruded on their slumber. It was a great bear of a man who seemed to fill the tiny cabin when he entered, the deep rumble of his voice practically vibrating through the room. What in the world could he possibly want when the sun had just barely crested the horizon?
Her gaze flicked back and forth between Lukos and the newcomer as they held a brief exchange that she barely understood a word of, merely shrugging when the other man made a comment toward her. Nia hardly spoke more than a phrase or two of Greek, and she had no idea what either of them were saying. Watching Lukos walk over to the window and peer out, she gathered they must have been talking about something outside. Curious, she trailed after him.
How much trouble are you? Really?
“Depends on what you mean by that,” she replied, raising a brow before taking her own look out the small porthole. A large ship appeared to be tailing them, one with the trappings of Hei Naddar. Frowning, she stepped back and turned her attention again to Lukos. “I just get myself into trouble more often than not. I’ve got a reputation, and not really the best one, if you know what I mean.” Unperturbed, she shrugged and went on, “So it’s not like the whole Court would turn out for me if I suddenly went missing.”
Pointing out the window, she asked, “Basically, if they’re following you, I’m not the problem. I have very little to do with the Pharaoh’s household.” Looking between the pirate captain and his shipmate, she snorted. “This might be a stupid question, but any chance you took something that they might be missing? Something that isn’t me?”
Sore and sated, Nia rolled onto her back at last, her breath near as hurried as her heart. One leg draped over that of Lukos, it was all that still connected them—too hot to push up against him further. The young noblewoman could feel herself practically melting into the bed after their vigorous activity over the past hour or so, and it was all she could do to simply lay there and catch her breath.
What a day this had turned out to be. From a simple stroll down the docks in the morning to sneaking off on a pirate’s ship at night, it was a wonder what the span of a few hours could produce. Sailing off in the velvet hours of darkness with a mysterious lover to lands she’d never seen… Nia thought she could die happy in that very moment. Maybe Lukos didn’t think this was a very exciting trip, but she certainly did. How often would someone like her ever get to do something like this?
Caught up in dreamy musings, it wasn’t long before she drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep, only awakening at the sound of the cabin door being pushed open. Groaning in displeasure that she should already be forced to rise, Nia blearily opened one eye to see who intruded on their slumber. It was a great bear of a man who seemed to fill the tiny cabin when he entered, the deep rumble of his voice practically vibrating through the room. What in the world could he possibly want when the sun had just barely crested the horizon?
Her gaze flicked back and forth between Lukos and the newcomer as they held a brief exchange that she barely understood a word of, merely shrugging when the other man made a comment toward her. Nia hardly spoke more than a phrase or two of Greek, and she had no idea what either of them were saying. Watching Lukos walk over to the window and peer out, she gathered they must have been talking about something outside. Curious, she trailed after him.
How much trouble are you? Really?
“Depends on what you mean by that,” she replied, raising a brow before taking her own look out the small porthole. A large ship appeared to be tailing them, one with the trappings of Hei Naddar. Frowning, she stepped back and turned her attention again to Lukos. “I just get myself into trouble more often than not. I’ve got a reputation, and not really the best one, if you know what I mean.” Unperturbed, she shrugged and went on, “So it’s not like the whole Court would turn out for me if I suddenly went missing.”
Pointing out the window, she asked, “Basically, if they’re following you, I’m not the problem. I have very little to do with the Pharaoh’s household.” Looking between the pirate captain and his shipmate, she snorted. “This might be a stupid question, but any chance you took something that they might be missing? Something that isn’t me?”