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The more she curled up against him the more tempted he was to remain, to stay for the night in this bed of luxury and return to his people in the morning, but he couldn't and he hoped she realized as much. Even if he had been someone who could return to court her properly he would have had to leave lest anyone caught sight of him places he shouldn't be. He was preparing his excuses as she shot upright and he joined her, alert and ready for a fight until he registered her words, a response to his question he hadn't been expecting but not one utterly alarming as she'd made it. Clearly she didn't partake in frequent encounters to have it laying about, but he could at least provide that ease of mind for them both. In the morning.
Nahash didn't have time to give his reassurances before she settled over him, laying back on the bed with a smirk as his new lover leaned in to kiss him once more. She was eager, he could give her that, and he was considering perhaps a time or two more he might manage a visit. After all, he had no idea when they would be leaving Colchis, it could be ages away, though that would be frustrating. As soon as they had hold of their goal they would be off with no trace left behind. She couldn't follow and he wouldn't stay.
"Are you not satisfied?" The tone was teasing and showed no opposition to her desires, letting her slide down his chest and watching as she pressed a kiss above his heart. A chuckle left him at her question, giving a nod and sliding a hand through her hair as if to draw her back up for a kiss before she got another idea. Allowing the soft ends of her locks to drip through his fingers Nahash closed his eyes with a faint sigh. The attention she lavished upon his body was unusual for a man far more accustomed to spending and leaving than lingering abed with his partners. He hissed as she bit and sucked at his chest, brows furrowing at the thought of the other Sariqas catching sight of such a thing, but he made no attempt to stop her save a tightening of his fist in her hair.
Opening his eyes, determined now to begin his goodbyes, there was a light in her own that caught his curiosity. As she moved further down the muscles of his abdomen tightened, a weak sort of desire stirring. She wouldn't find what she sought so soon, all the more reason for him to now draw away.
"Myrrine...I should go."
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The more she curled up against him the more tempted he was to remain, to stay for the night in this bed of luxury and return to his people in the morning, but he couldn't and he hoped she realized as much. Even if he had been someone who could return to court her properly he would have had to leave lest anyone caught sight of him places he shouldn't be. He was preparing his excuses as she shot upright and he joined her, alert and ready for a fight until he registered her words, a response to his question he hadn't been expecting but not one utterly alarming as she'd made it. Clearly she didn't partake in frequent encounters to have it laying about, but he could at least provide that ease of mind for them both. In the morning.
Nahash didn't have time to give his reassurances before she settled over him, laying back on the bed with a smirk as his new lover leaned in to kiss him once more. She was eager, he could give her that, and he was considering perhaps a time or two more he might manage a visit. After all, he had no idea when they would be leaving Colchis, it could be ages away, though that would be frustrating. As soon as they had hold of their goal they would be off with no trace left behind. She couldn't follow and he wouldn't stay.
"Are you not satisfied?" The tone was teasing and showed no opposition to her desires, letting her slide down his chest and watching as she pressed a kiss above his heart. A chuckle left him at her question, giving a nod and sliding a hand through her hair as if to draw her back up for a kiss before she got another idea. Allowing the soft ends of her locks to drip through his fingers Nahash closed his eyes with a faint sigh. The attention she lavished upon his body was unusual for a man far more accustomed to spending and leaving than lingering abed with his partners. He hissed as she bit and sucked at his chest, brows furrowing at the thought of the other Sariqas catching sight of such a thing, but he made no attempt to stop her save a tightening of his fist in her hair.
Opening his eyes, determined now to begin his goodbyes, there was a light in her own that caught his curiosity. As she moved further down the muscles of his abdomen tightened, a weak sort of desire stirring. She wouldn't find what she sought so soon, all the more reason for him to now draw away.
"Myrrine...I should go."
The more she curled up against him the more tempted he was to remain, to stay for the night in this bed of luxury and return to his people in the morning, but he couldn't and he hoped she realized as much. Even if he had been someone who could return to court her properly he would have had to leave lest anyone caught sight of him places he shouldn't be. He was preparing his excuses as she shot upright and he joined her, alert and ready for a fight until he registered her words, a response to his question he hadn't been expecting but not one utterly alarming as she'd made it. Clearly she didn't partake in frequent encounters to have it laying about, but he could at least provide that ease of mind for them both. In the morning.
Nahash didn't have time to give his reassurances before she settled over him, laying back on the bed with a smirk as his new lover leaned in to kiss him once more. She was eager, he could give her that, and he was considering perhaps a time or two more he might manage a visit. After all, he had no idea when they would be leaving Colchis, it could be ages away, though that would be frustrating. As soon as they had hold of their goal they would be off with no trace left behind. She couldn't follow and he wouldn't stay.
"Are you not satisfied?" The tone was teasing and showed no opposition to her desires, letting her slide down his chest and watching as she pressed a kiss above his heart. A chuckle left him at her question, giving a nod and sliding a hand through her hair as if to draw her back up for a kiss before she got another idea. Allowing the soft ends of her locks to drip through his fingers Nahash closed his eyes with a faint sigh. The attention she lavished upon his body was unusual for a man far more accustomed to spending and leaving than lingering abed with his partners. He hissed as she bit and sucked at his chest, brows furrowing at the thought of the other Sariqas catching sight of such a thing, but he made no attempt to stop her save a tightening of his fist in her hair.
Opening his eyes, determined now to begin his goodbyes, there was a light in her own that caught his curiosity. As she moved further down the muscles of his abdomen tightened, a weak sort of desire stirring. She wouldn't find what she sought so soon, all the more reason for him to now draw away.
"Myrrine...I should go."
Myrrine had no concept of the temptation he was fighting. After all, she had long given up struggling against her own. She never allowed herself anything to call her own. All she did was for the sake of others. It was so ingrained in her after twelve years that she rarely even recognized that she was doing it. But tonight... the fear of never experiencing anything he could offer her had won out, and she’d given herself permission to take and enjoy rather than just give.
She smiled at him sheepishly as he bolted upright just after her, realizing that she had clearly startled him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder - a silent apology.
As she settled atop him, it was clear her thoughts to distract him were working. She chuckled softly at his teasing question. “I think you felt just how satisfied I was,” she teased back. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve had my fill of you yet.” They both needed time to recover, that much she knew. She was nothing if not a patient woman. Though that hardly meant she couldn’t have any fun.
“Besides, you got to take your time exploring my body. It’s only fair I get the chance to do the same.”
Her face grew red even as her grin widened upon his nod of an answer. It was the simplest thing, but the feeling it gave her was a high she wished she would never need to let go of. The feel of his fingers through her hair sent a shiver down her spine, which only intensified as her attentions drew a sigh from his lips and made him tighten his hold on her.
She lifted her head slightly - just enough to look at him - and shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t.”
Her lips paused at his hip, lingering to leave another mark. A reminder of what they had shared. She sat back to meet his eyes again, sighing softly. “I know you have to leave before first light, but the moon isn’t even at its peak yet. There is no reason to leave right now... unless you want to.”
Myrrine ran her fingers along the hard defined lines of his abdomen. “You truly are the most exquisite man,” she murmured, a soft, fond smile appearing on her lips. It was still hard to believe for her that a man such as he had chosen her. Even just for one night. It was a gift she never could have expected.
“Please, Hashe. You’ve given me so much more than you can know. You made me feel like a desirable woman for the first time in... well, longer than I care to admit. Let me reward you.”
She shifted so that she sat beside him once more - carefully choosing the side of bed towards his exit - as another idea came to mind. She leaned down to kiss his lips once more, a slow lingering sort of kiss. When she pulled back, that brightness in her eyes was present once more, and her voice took on a commanding tone.
“Roll over.”
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Myrrine had no concept of the temptation he was fighting. After all, she had long given up struggling against her own. She never allowed herself anything to call her own. All she did was for the sake of others. It was so ingrained in her after twelve years that she rarely even recognized that she was doing it. But tonight... the fear of never experiencing anything he could offer her had won out, and she’d given herself permission to take and enjoy rather than just give.
She smiled at him sheepishly as he bolted upright just after her, realizing that she had clearly startled him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder - a silent apology.
As she settled atop him, it was clear her thoughts to distract him were working. She chuckled softly at his teasing question. “I think you felt just how satisfied I was,” she teased back. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve had my fill of you yet.” They both needed time to recover, that much she knew. She was nothing if not a patient woman. Though that hardly meant she couldn’t have any fun.
“Besides, you got to take your time exploring my body. It’s only fair I get the chance to do the same.”
Her face grew red even as her grin widened upon his nod of an answer. It was the simplest thing, but the feeling it gave her was a high she wished she would never need to let go of. The feel of his fingers through her hair sent a shiver down her spine, which only intensified as her attentions drew a sigh from his lips and made him tighten his hold on her.
She lifted her head slightly - just enough to look at him - and shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t.”
Her lips paused at his hip, lingering to leave another mark. A reminder of what they had shared. She sat back to meet his eyes again, sighing softly. “I know you have to leave before first light, but the moon isn’t even at its peak yet. There is no reason to leave right now... unless you want to.”
Myrrine ran her fingers along the hard defined lines of his abdomen. “You truly are the most exquisite man,” she murmured, a soft, fond smile appearing on her lips. It was still hard to believe for her that a man such as he had chosen her. Even just for one night. It was a gift she never could have expected.
“Please, Hashe. You’ve given me so much more than you can know. You made me feel like a desirable woman for the first time in... well, longer than I care to admit. Let me reward you.”
She shifted so that she sat beside him once more - carefully choosing the side of bed towards his exit - as another idea came to mind. She leaned down to kiss his lips once more, a slow lingering sort of kiss. When she pulled back, that brightness in her eyes was present once more, and her voice took on a commanding tone.
“Roll over.”
Myrrine had no concept of the temptation he was fighting. After all, she had long given up struggling against her own. She never allowed herself anything to call her own. All she did was for the sake of others. It was so ingrained in her after twelve years that she rarely even recognized that she was doing it. But tonight... the fear of never experiencing anything he could offer her had won out, and she’d given herself permission to take and enjoy rather than just give.
She smiled at him sheepishly as he bolted upright just after her, realizing that she had clearly startled him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder - a silent apology.
As she settled atop him, it was clear her thoughts to distract him were working. She chuckled softly at his teasing question. “I think you felt just how satisfied I was,” she teased back. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve had my fill of you yet.” They both needed time to recover, that much she knew. She was nothing if not a patient woman. Though that hardly meant she couldn’t have any fun.
“Besides, you got to take your time exploring my body. It’s only fair I get the chance to do the same.”
Her face grew red even as her grin widened upon his nod of an answer. It was the simplest thing, but the feeling it gave her was a high she wished she would never need to let go of. The feel of his fingers through her hair sent a shiver down her spine, which only intensified as her attentions drew a sigh from his lips and made him tighten his hold on her.
She lifted her head slightly - just enough to look at him - and shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t.”
Her lips paused at his hip, lingering to leave another mark. A reminder of what they had shared. She sat back to meet his eyes again, sighing softly. “I know you have to leave before first light, but the moon isn’t even at its peak yet. There is no reason to leave right now... unless you want to.”
Myrrine ran her fingers along the hard defined lines of his abdomen. “You truly are the most exquisite man,” she murmured, a soft, fond smile appearing on her lips. It was still hard to believe for her that a man such as he had chosen her. Even just for one night. It was a gift she never could have expected.
“Please, Hashe. You’ve given me so much more than you can know. You made me feel like a desirable woman for the first time in... well, longer than I care to admit. Let me reward you.”
She shifted so that she sat beside him once more - carefully choosing the side of bed towards his exit - as another idea came to mind. She leaned down to kiss his lips once more, a slow lingering sort of kiss. When she pulled back, that brightness in her eyes was present once more, and her voice took on a commanding tone.
“Roll over.”
A low hum left his throat as she teased him back, bordering on a growl as her mouth explored his exposed skin. As fair as her point was, he'd certainly had his time and way with her, he couldn't allow her to look too closely. If she memorized scars, if she ever found out who he was, told anyone she had been with him, it could compromise him and his entire band. Bad enough that the scar beneath his eye was hard to disguise and could easily give him away, but if she knew anything more intimate that would be even harder to escape. Still, the temptation to stay and luxuriate was a strong pull.
With a sigh he looked up at her and leaned up to catch her lips once more before falling back, closing his eyes and laying both of his hands over her head in complete defeat. For the moment she had trapped him, tamed the beast, and though he shouldn't he trusted her to take charge just for now. It was rare for him to linger, even more so to allow his partner any semblance of control, but with her though there was every reason to be cautious and afraid he felt nothing but ease with her. That was the most dangerous part of it all. He trusted her with no reason to do so.
"I don't know that I will ever want to leave. But I have to." Dark eyes opened slightly, looking up at her with a hazy sort of desire, a dream lingering somewhere in the back. He couldn't take her with him. This was one night, no more. Her comment about his looks had him chuckling, shaking his head even as he shifted slightly, the motion tightening muscles as he gave a cat like stretch. He was about to make an excuse, some sort of jest to make her laugh and forget about her compliments when her tone turned far too honest and serious.
Looking up at her with a hint of a smile on his lips, he simply shook his head and reached for her once again, drawing fingertips lightly down her cheek, throat and chest before landing on her hips with a gentle squeeze. "You have been keeping bad company then. Only a fool would not show you how fine a creature you are. How desirable, tempting, enticing, you are." Nahash leaned into the kiss she gave him with a heat that was smoldering in him, as if he could prove to her in that moment exactly what she was.
The next command though had his brow lifting and he hesitated even as she rolled away. It was a cautious motion, shifting over onto his stomach and keeping his eyes on her even as he propped himself up on his elbows. This was a new request, and he mentally ran through the marks on his back, trying to think if there were any visible that would give him away before simply watching her and trying to keep his uncertainty off his face.
"What would you do to me then, Myrrine? If you wish to slit my throat there are far easier ways."
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A low hum left his throat as she teased him back, bordering on a growl as her mouth explored his exposed skin. As fair as her point was, he'd certainly had his time and way with her, he couldn't allow her to look too closely. If she memorized scars, if she ever found out who he was, told anyone she had been with him, it could compromise him and his entire band. Bad enough that the scar beneath his eye was hard to disguise and could easily give him away, but if she knew anything more intimate that would be even harder to escape. Still, the temptation to stay and luxuriate was a strong pull.
With a sigh he looked up at her and leaned up to catch her lips once more before falling back, closing his eyes and laying both of his hands over her head in complete defeat. For the moment she had trapped him, tamed the beast, and though he shouldn't he trusted her to take charge just for now. It was rare for him to linger, even more so to allow his partner any semblance of control, but with her though there was every reason to be cautious and afraid he felt nothing but ease with her. That was the most dangerous part of it all. He trusted her with no reason to do so.
"I don't know that I will ever want to leave. But I have to." Dark eyes opened slightly, looking up at her with a hazy sort of desire, a dream lingering somewhere in the back. He couldn't take her with him. This was one night, no more. Her comment about his looks had him chuckling, shaking his head even as he shifted slightly, the motion tightening muscles as he gave a cat like stretch. He was about to make an excuse, some sort of jest to make her laugh and forget about her compliments when her tone turned far too honest and serious.
Looking up at her with a hint of a smile on his lips, he simply shook his head and reached for her once again, drawing fingertips lightly down her cheek, throat and chest before landing on her hips with a gentle squeeze. "You have been keeping bad company then. Only a fool would not show you how fine a creature you are. How desirable, tempting, enticing, you are." Nahash leaned into the kiss she gave him with a heat that was smoldering in him, as if he could prove to her in that moment exactly what she was.
The next command though had his brow lifting and he hesitated even as she rolled away. It was a cautious motion, shifting over onto his stomach and keeping his eyes on her even as he propped himself up on his elbows. This was a new request, and he mentally ran through the marks on his back, trying to think if there were any visible that would give him away before simply watching her and trying to keep his uncertainty off his face.
"What would you do to me then, Myrrine? If you wish to slit my throat there are far easier ways."
A low hum left his throat as she teased him back, bordering on a growl as her mouth explored his exposed skin. As fair as her point was, he'd certainly had his time and way with her, he couldn't allow her to look too closely. If she memorized scars, if she ever found out who he was, told anyone she had been with him, it could compromise him and his entire band. Bad enough that the scar beneath his eye was hard to disguise and could easily give him away, but if she knew anything more intimate that would be even harder to escape. Still, the temptation to stay and luxuriate was a strong pull.
With a sigh he looked up at her and leaned up to catch her lips once more before falling back, closing his eyes and laying both of his hands over her head in complete defeat. For the moment she had trapped him, tamed the beast, and though he shouldn't he trusted her to take charge just for now. It was rare for him to linger, even more so to allow his partner any semblance of control, but with her though there was every reason to be cautious and afraid he felt nothing but ease with her. That was the most dangerous part of it all. He trusted her with no reason to do so.
"I don't know that I will ever want to leave. But I have to." Dark eyes opened slightly, looking up at her with a hazy sort of desire, a dream lingering somewhere in the back. He couldn't take her with him. This was one night, no more. Her comment about his looks had him chuckling, shaking his head even as he shifted slightly, the motion tightening muscles as he gave a cat like stretch. He was about to make an excuse, some sort of jest to make her laugh and forget about her compliments when her tone turned far too honest and serious.
Looking up at her with a hint of a smile on his lips, he simply shook his head and reached for her once again, drawing fingertips lightly down her cheek, throat and chest before landing on her hips with a gentle squeeze. "You have been keeping bad company then. Only a fool would not show you how fine a creature you are. How desirable, tempting, enticing, you are." Nahash leaned into the kiss she gave him with a heat that was smoldering in him, as if he could prove to her in that moment exactly what she was.
The next command though had his brow lifting and he hesitated even as she rolled away. It was a cautious motion, shifting over onto his stomach and keeping his eyes on her even as he propped himself up on his elbows. This was a new request, and he mentally ran through the marks on his back, trying to think if there were any visible that would give him away before simply watching her and trying to keep his uncertainty off his face.
"What would you do to me then, Myrrine? If you wish to slit my throat there are far easier ways."
His words affected her more than he likely expected. The simple suggestion that he didn’t want to go gave her hope. Hope that maybe he might visit her again after all. That his urge to bolt had faded now that she’d surrendered to him. It was a dangerous thing - one she tried to squash down even as it bloomed within her chest. Yet she couldn’t deny it, even as she tried.
“I know you do. But not yet.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw him shake his head even as he chuckled at her remark about him. She recognized that dismissive response - she was guilty of it all too often. Did he really not see how incredible he was? Was it just because he had a few scars? No, that would be ridiculous. After all, that was only evidence that he’d lived and taken risks. That wasn’t a reason to doubt oneself.
He turned the tables on her though as he reached for her, making her breath catch in her throat, her lips parting just slightly. His words only made her flush a deeper shade of scarlet. When he kissed her like that, she could almost believe she was all those things. At the least, she believed that he sincerely thought that. That in and of itself was enough to make her melt into him for a long moment, reluctant to pull away at all.
She could see his hesitation, but she chalked it up to his insistence on leaving soon. It wasn’t until he spoke that she thought much of his caution. For a moment, she was simply stunned. “You really do need to relax,” she said finally.It seemed impossible that he was being serious. She couldn't imagine him having earned anyone's ire enough to warrant such violence. She forced a laugh as she shook her head. “You say the strangest things sometimes.” She leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his temple.
Myrrine stood briefly, reaching over to her vanity to grab a bottle. “I’m going to help you relax,” she answered softly as she poured some of the scented oil on her hands. She inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of sandalwood and myrrh bringing a smile to her face. “Lay down and let me pamper you,” she commanded gently. "I promise you'll enjoy it."
She moved so that she straddled his lower back, her hands finding his shoulders, kneading the flesh there. Tension and stress was ingrained there, deep in the muscle. Her fingers moved with purpose, applying pressure in smooth strokes and targeted circles, gradually working out the muscles. As she shifted to massage at his neck, she leaned forward to press a kiss just behind his ear, her body pressing lightly to his back.
“How does that feel? Is the pressure good for you?”
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His words affected her more than he likely expected. The simple suggestion that he didn’t want to go gave her hope. Hope that maybe he might visit her again after all. That his urge to bolt had faded now that she’d surrendered to him. It was a dangerous thing - one she tried to squash down even as it bloomed within her chest. Yet she couldn’t deny it, even as she tried.
“I know you do. But not yet.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw him shake his head even as he chuckled at her remark about him. She recognized that dismissive response - she was guilty of it all too often. Did he really not see how incredible he was? Was it just because he had a few scars? No, that would be ridiculous. After all, that was only evidence that he’d lived and taken risks. That wasn’t a reason to doubt oneself.
He turned the tables on her though as he reached for her, making her breath catch in her throat, her lips parting just slightly. His words only made her flush a deeper shade of scarlet. When he kissed her like that, she could almost believe she was all those things. At the least, she believed that he sincerely thought that. That in and of itself was enough to make her melt into him for a long moment, reluctant to pull away at all.
She could see his hesitation, but she chalked it up to his insistence on leaving soon. It wasn’t until he spoke that she thought much of his caution. For a moment, she was simply stunned. “You really do need to relax,” she said finally.It seemed impossible that he was being serious. She couldn't imagine him having earned anyone's ire enough to warrant such violence. She forced a laugh as she shook her head. “You say the strangest things sometimes.” She leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his temple.
Myrrine stood briefly, reaching over to her vanity to grab a bottle. “I’m going to help you relax,” she answered softly as she poured some of the scented oil on her hands. She inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of sandalwood and myrrh bringing a smile to her face. “Lay down and let me pamper you,” she commanded gently. "I promise you'll enjoy it."
She moved so that she straddled his lower back, her hands finding his shoulders, kneading the flesh there. Tension and stress was ingrained there, deep in the muscle. Her fingers moved with purpose, applying pressure in smooth strokes and targeted circles, gradually working out the muscles. As she shifted to massage at his neck, she leaned forward to press a kiss just behind his ear, her body pressing lightly to his back.
“How does that feel? Is the pressure good for you?”
His words affected her more than he likely expected. The simple suggestion that he didn’t want to go gave her hope. Hope that maybe he might visit her again after all. That his urge to bolt had faded now that she’d surrendered to him. It was a dangerous thing - one she tried to squash down even as it bloomed within her chest. Yet she couldn’t deny it, even as she tried.
“I know you do. But not yet.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw him shake his head even as he chuckled at her remark about him. She recognized that dismissive response - she was guilty of it all too often. Did he really not see how incredible he was? Was it just because he had a few scars? No, that would be ridiculous. After all, that was only evidence that he’d lived and taken risks. That wasn’t a reason to doubt oneself.
He turned the tables on her though as he reached for her, making her breath catch in her throat, her lips parting just slightly. His words only made her flush a deeper shade of scarlet. When he kissed her like that, she could almost believe she was all those things. At the least, she believed that he sincerely thought that. That in and of itself was enough to make her melt into him for a long moment, reluctant to pull away at all.
She could see his hesitation, but she chalked it up to his insistence on leaving soon. It wasn’t until he spoke that she thought much of his caution. For a moment, she was simply stunned. “You really do need to relax,” she said finally.It seemed impossible that he was being serious. She couldn't imagine him having earned anyone's ire enough to warrant such violence. She forced a laugh as she shook her head. “You say the strangest things sometimes.” She leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his temple.
Myrrine stood briefly, reaching over to her vanity to grab a bottle. “I’m going to help you relax,” she answered softly as she poured some of the scented oil on her hands. She inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of sandalwood and myrrh bringing a smile to her face. “Lay down and let me pamper you,” she commanded gently. "I promise you'll enjoy it."
She moved so that she straddled his lower back, her hands finding his shoulders, kneading the flesh there. Tension and stress was ingrained there, deep in the muscle. Her fingers moved with purpose, applying pressure in smooth strokes and targeted circles, gradually working out the muscles. As she shifted to massage at his neck, she leaned forward to press a kiss just behind his ear, her body pressing lightly to his back.
“How does that feel? Is the pressure good for you?”
"Not yet."
Nahash affirmed her remark, a smile on his lips as he remained abed with her instead of leaving as he should. For now he could be curious enough to stay, as long as he left before first light he could linger with the moon, enjoying her pleasures offered to him. He felt the sparks of desire stirring once again as she melted into him, their kiss lingering in the darkness until she moved aside to gather what she needed. Once on his stomach he had to stop a laugh at the expression she made before insisting he needed to relax. Now was not the time to tell her that he'd had a knife to his throat plenty of times. She would never need know that.
The oil she chose smelled incredible, a warmth to it that reminded him somehow of home and the dry of the deserts and humidity of the summer rains. It was strange, if he looked far enough back he thought he remembered the sandalwood as part of his mother's preferred scents and he felt a twinge at the memory of home. Following her command, he laid down on the bed, breathing the oil deeply and trying to suppress the memories of the life he had known before. Was it really half a lifetime ago when he had thought that he and Zai would live in his father's palace forever, thought that they would be loved and respected family members. No. Just concubine's sons.
Nahash groaned as her hands pressed into tight muscles, unaccustomed to this sort of pampering his own fists tightened on the blankets as he hid his face in the pillows to stifle the sounds. The weight of her upon him and the slide of the oils were far better than anything he'd felt since his youth, and as she made her way up to the tension in his neck he feared he would fall asleep in the comforting haze of sandalwood and her. Her chest pressed against his back and her lips on his ear though reminded him to stay awake for the other things she still had to offer.
"Perfect..you're perfect." The words escaped him in a breathless moan, and he hissed as she found a knot that refused to relax for a long moment until it finally let go of its hold on him. Perhaps he ought to steal her away after all. If her hands had such talent it could be of use not just to him but the others as well. Or perhaps just him, the thought of sharing her made him bristle.
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"Not yet."
Nahash affirmed her remark, a smile on his lips as he remained abed with her instead of leaving as he should. For now he could be curious enough to stay, as long as he left before first light he could linger with the moon, enjoying her pleasures offered to him. He felt the sparks of desire stirring once again as she melted into him, their kiss lingering in the darkness until she moved aside to gather what she needed. Once on his stomach he had to stop a laugh at the expression she made before insisting he needed to relax. Now was not the time to tell her that he'd had a knife to his throat plenty of times. She would never need know that.
The oil she chose smelled incredible, a warmth to it that reminded him somehow of home and the dry of the deserts and humidity of the summer rains. It was strange, if he looked far enough back he thought he remembered the sandalwood as part of his mother's preferred scents and he felt a twinge at the memory of home. Following her command, he laid down on the bed, breathing the oil deeply and trying to suppress the memories of the life he had known before. Was it really half a lifetime ago when he had thought that he and Zai would live in his father's palace forever, thought that they would be loved and respected family members. No. Just concubine's sons.
Nahash groaned as her hands pressed into tight muscles, unaccustomed to this sort of pampering his own fists tightened on the blankets as he hid his face in the pillows to stifle the sounds. The weight of her upon him and the slide of the oils were far better than anything he'd felt since his youth, and as she made her way up to the tension in his neck he feared he would fall asleep in the comforting haze of sandalwood and her. Her chest pressed against his back and her lips on his ear though reminded him to stay awake for the other things she still had to offer.
"Perfect..you're perfect." The words escaped him in a breathless moan, and he hissed as she found a knot that refused to relax for a long moment until it finally let go of its hold on him. Perhaps he ought to steal her away after all. If her hands had such talent it could be of use not just to him but the others as well. Or perhaps just him, the thought of sharing her made him bristle.
"Not yet."
Nahash affirmed her remark, a smile on his lips as he remained abed with her instead of leaving as he should. For now he could be curious enough to stay, as long as he left before first light he could linger with the moon, enjoying her pleasures offered to him. He felt the sparks of desire stirring once again as she melted into him, their kiss lingering in the darkness until she moved aside to gather what she needed. Once on his stomach he had to stop a laugh at the expression she made before insisting he needed to relax. Now was not the time to tell her that he'd had a knife to his throat plenty of times. She would never need know that.
The oil she chose smelled incredible, a warmth to it that reminded him somehow of home and the dry of the deserts and humidity of the summer rains. It was strange, if he looked far enough back he thought he remembered the sandalwood as part of his mother's preferred scents and he felt a twinge at the memory of home. Following her command, he laid down on the bed, breathing the oil deeply and trying to suppress the memories of the life he had known before. Was it really half a lifetime ago when he had thought that he and Zai would live in his father's palace forever, thought that they would be loved and respected family members. No. Just concubine's sons.
Nahash groaned as her hands pressed into tight muscles, unaccustomed to this sort of pampering his own fists tightened on the blankets as he hid his face in the pillows to stifle the sounds. The weight of her upon him and the slide of the oils were far better than anything he'd felt since his youth, and as she made her way up to the tension in his neck he feared he would fall asleep in the comforting haze of sandalwood and her. Her chest pressed against his back and her lips on his ear though reminded him to stay awake for the other things she still had to offer.
"Perfect..you're perfect." The words escaped him in a breathless moan, and he hissed as she found a knot that refused to relax for a long moment until it finally let go of its hold on him. Perhaps he ought to steal her away after all. If her hands had such talent it could be of use not just to him but the others as well. Or perhaps just him, the thought of sharing her made him bristle.
The low groans he made as she worked her hands over him had her grinning, even as he tried to muffle them, pushing his face into her pillows. She found herself absently hoping that his scent lingered. That would make her limited sleep tonight far more restful. It was as close as she would get to sleeping by his side after all. But his presence relaxed her and made her feel safer than she could ever remember feeling since she was a child.
His words sent a tingle up her spine. She tried to tell herself that he was only talking about the massage, answering nothing more than the simple question she asked. But those words echoed through her mind. You’re perfect.
She wanted so much to believe he meant more.
He hissed as she dug into a particularly stubborn knot, the sharp sound drawing her away from her wistful thoughts. Now was not the time to long for what she could not have. She needed to focus on what she could in this moment. She felt his body relax beneath her as that spot of tension released.
She lingered a moment longer, inhaling the way his scent combined with that of the oil. It was her favorite scent, but now she was finding a whole new level of appreciation for it. She knew that every time she used it from now on, she would always think of Hashe and this moment between them.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she murmured softly, a hint of pride in her voice.
She straightened, sitting up as her hands shifted upwards, working at his scalp and marveling at his long thick hair. Many a girl would be envious of it, that much was certain. Her fingers moved under his hair in tight circles, careful to keep the motion so it did not create any tangles in his locks. She focused on his temples for a long moment before her hands returned to his neck once more, firmly stroking from the line of his neck, through his shoulder and down to his elbow. As she did, she leaned forward once more to press herself against him.
“This was an even better idea than I thought. You carry so much tension,” she mused softly, a hint of surprise in her voice. “I plan to help you release it all but...” Her teeth teasingly nipped at his ear. “I have to ask, are there any particular trouble spots you’d like me to focus on?”
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The low groans he made as she worked her hands over him had her grinning, even as he tried to muffle them, pushing his face into her pillows. She found herself absently hoping that his scent lingered. That would make her limited sleep tonight far more restful. It was as close as she would get to sleeping by his side after all. But his presence relaxed her and made her feel safer than she could ever remember feeling since she was a child.
His words sent a tingle up her spine. She tried to tell herself that he was only talking about the massage, answering nothing more than the simple question she asked. But those words echoed through her mind. You’re perfect.
She wanted so much to believe he meant more.
He hissed as she dug into a particularly stubborn knot, the sharp sound drawing her away from her wistful thoughts. Now was not the time to long for what she could not have. She needed to focus on what she could in this moment. She felt his body relax beneath her as that spot of tension released.
She lingered a moment longer, inhaling the way his scent combined with that of the oil. It was her favorite scent, but now she was finding a whole new level of appreciation for it. She knew that every time she used it from now on, she would always think of Hashe and this moment between them.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she murmured softly, a hint of pride in her voice.
She straightened, sitting up as her hands shifted upwards, working at his scalp and marveling at his long thick hair. Many a girl would be envious of it, that much was certain. Her fingers moved under his hair in tight circles, careful to keep the motion so it did not create any tangles in his locks. She focused on his temples for a long moment before her hands returned to his neck once more, firmly stroking from the line of his neck, through his shoulder and down to his elbow. As she did, she leaned forward once more to press herself against him.
“This was an even better idea than I thought. You carry so much tension,” she mused softly, a hint of surprise in her voice. “I plan to help you release it all but...” Her teeth teasingly nipped at his ear. “I have to ask, are there any particular trouble spots you’d like me to focus on?”
The low groans he made as she worked her hands over him had her grinning, even as he tried to muffle them, pushing his face into her pillows. She found herself absently hoping that his scent lingered. That would make her limited sleep tonight far more restful. It was as close as she would get to sleeping by his side after all. But his presence relaxed her and made her feel safer than she could ever remember feeling since she was a child.
His words sent a tingle up her spine. She tried to tell herself that he was only talking about the massage, answering nothing more than the simple question she asked. But those words echoed through her mind. You’re perfect.
She wanted so much to believe he meant more.
He hissed as she dug into a particularly stubborn knot, the sharp sound drawing her away from her wistful thoughts. Now was not the time to long for what she could not have. She needed to focus on what she could in this moment. She felt his body relax beneath her as that spot of tension released.
She lingered a moment longer, inhaling the way his scent combined with that of the oil. It was her favorite scent, but now she was finding a whole new level of appreciation for it. She knew that every time she used it from now on, she would always think of Hashe and this moment between them.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she murmured softly, a hint of pride in her voice.
She straightened, sitting up as her hands shifted upwards, working at his scalp and marveling at his long thick hair. Many a girl would be envious of it, that much was certain. Her fingers moved under his hair in tight circles, careful to keep the motion so it did not create any tangles in his locks. She focused on his temples for a long moment before her hands returned to his neck once more, firmly stroking from the line of his neck, through his shoulder and down to his elbow. As she did, she leaned forward once more to press herself against him.
“This was an even better idea than I thought. You carry so much tension,” she mused softly, a hint of surprise in her voice. “I plan to help you release it all but...” Her teeth teasingly nipped at his ear. “I have to ask, are there any particular trouble spots you’d like me to focus on?”
Nahash could only give a hum as she spoke, stretched out and relaxed as he was there was such a temptation to fall asleep, just stay curled up by her side until morning. But there was no guarantee he would wake in time, and it would be impossible for him to escape if the dawn came. Whatever dream he had of keeping her close was for tonight and no more, he had to keep reminding himself of that. It would be impossible to guarantee her protection if she knew what he was, and if anyone searched for a weakness it was hard enough having his brother so close, much less Myrrine. After tonight he would have to space out any time he spent with her, make sure there were others between so no one watching had any idea how much he enjoyed her company.
The dig of her fingers into his scalp was alarming at first, unused to anyone else bothering with the mess of hair on his head. It was a dark lion's mane that he hadn't cut in years, keeping it braided back most of the time or wound under a turban. Perhaps one day he would go back to the shorter style, but for now it was a point of pride an interesting feature even if he had discovered his first grey hair. His father had kept his hair long like this, and anyone from his past who saw him like this would not be able to deny his heritage. Perhaps that was why he insisted on it even if it could be an annoyance.
"Perhaps I should carry you off with me, I've never been so well treated." His tone was mostly teasing, eyes closed and lips curled up in a smile as he sighed in contentment. A low rumbling sound left his chest as she asked about any particular points of tension. In truth she'd been rather thorough already, and he felt far more relaxed than he'd ever been in recent memory. She'd somehow fixed a knot of tension that had been lingering for almost a year since an ill landed fall. He had no doubt it would be back, but for his body there was nothing more he could ask of her. Well. Not in that realm anyway.
"You are the only trouble spot I sense." Nahash shifted quickly, turning onto his back and holding her above him. She would have no idea how much trouble he meant, and he intended to keep it that way. Everything about her was enticing, and without taking his eyes from her he found the oil she'd been using, slicking it over his hands and sliding them along the tops of her thighs and hips. It might make things more difficult if they carried on the way he hoped, but as he reached her lower back and slowly pressed her down against his chest he found he enjoyed the idea of pampering her in exchange far more than he should. His lips found hers, kissing her slowly as his hands continued their work against her skin.
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Nahash could only give a hum as she spoke, stretched out and relaxed as he was there was such a temptation to fall asleep, just stay curled up by her side until morning. But there was no guarantee he would wake in time, and it would be impossible for him to escape if the dawn came. Whatever dream he had of keeping her close was for tonight and no more, he had to keep reminding himself of that. It would be impossible to guarantee her protection if she knew what he was, and if anyone searched for a weakness it was hard enough having his brother so close, much less Myrrine. After tonight he would have to space out any time he spent with her, make sure there were others between so no one watching had any idea how much he enjoyed her company.
The dig of her fingers into his scalp was alarming at first, unused to anyone else bothering with the mess of hair on his head. It was a dark lion's mane that he hadn't cut in years, keeping it braided back most of the time or wound under a turban. Perhaps one day he would go back to the shorter style, but for now it was a point of pride an interesting feature even if he had discovered his first grey hair. His father had kept his hair long like this, and anyone from his past who saw him like this would not be able to deny his heritage. Perhaps that was why he insisted on it even if it could be an annoyance.
"Perhaps I should carry you off with me, I've never been so well treated." His tone was mostly teasing, eyes closed and lips curled up in a smile as he sighed in contentment. A low rumbling sound left his chest as she asked about any particular points of tension. In truth she'd been rather thorough already, and he felt far more relaxed than he'd ever been in recent memory. She'd somehow fixed a knot of tension that had been lingering for almost a year since an ill landed fall. He had no doubt it would be back, but for his body there was nothing more he could ask of her. Well. Not in that realm anyway.
"You are the only trouble spot I sense." Nahash shifted quickly, turning onto his back and holding her above him. She would have no idea how much trouble he meant, and he intended to keep it that way. Everything about her was enticing, and without taking his eyes from her he found the oil she'd been using, slicking it over his hands and sliding them along the tops of her thighs and hips. It might make things more difficult if they carried on the way he hoped, but as he reached her lower back and slowly pressed her down against his chest he found he enjoyed the idea of pampering her in exchange far more than he should. His lips found hers, kissing her slowly as his hands continued their work against her skin.
Nahash could only give a hum as she spoke, stretched out and relaxed as he was there was such a temptation to fall asleep, just stay curled up by her side until morning. But there was no guarantee he would wake in time, and it would be impossible for him to escape if the dawn came. Whatever dream he had of keeping her close was for tonight and no more, he had to keep reminding himself of that. It would be impossible to guarantee her protection if she knew what he was, and if anyone searched for a weakness it was hard enough having his brother so close, much less Myrrine. After tonight he would have to space out any time he spent with her, make sure there were others between so no one watching had any idea how much he enjoyed her company.
The dig of her fingers into his scalp was alarming at first, unused to anyone else bothering with the mess of hair on his head. It was a dark lion's mane that he hadn't cut in years, keeping it braided back most of the time or wound under a turban. Perhaps one day he would go back to the shorter style, but for now it was a point of pride an interesting feature even if he had discovered his first grey hair. His father had kept his hair long like this, and anyone from his past who saw him like this would not be able to deny his heritage. Perhaps that was why he insisted on it even if it could be an annoyance.
"Perhaps I should carry you off with me, I've never been so well treated." His tone was mostly teasing, eyes closed and lips curled up in a smile as he sighed in contentment. A low rumbling sound left his chest as she asked about any particular points of tension. In truth she'd been rather thorough already, and he felt far more relaxed than he'd ever been in recent memory. She'd somehow fixed a knot of tension that had been lingering for almost a year since an ill landed fall. He had no doubt it would be back, but for his body there was nothing more he could ask of her. Well. Not in that realm anyway.
"You are the only trouble spot I sense." Nahash shifted quickly, turning onto his back and holding her above him. She would have no idea how much trouble he meant, and he intended to keep it that way. Everything about her was enticing, and without taking his eyes from her he found the oil she'd been using, slicking it over his hands and sliding them along the tops of her thighs and hips. It might make things more difficult if they carried on the way he hoped, but as he reached her lower back and slowly pressed her down against his chest he found he enjoyed the idea of pampering her in exchange far more than he should. His lips found hers, kissing her slowly as his hands continued their work against her skin.
As her fingers moved along his scalp, it took everything she had to resist the urge to play with his hair. For all that she neglected her own but for the simplest of braids, she had been tending to her younger sister’s hair since even before their mother died. His hair was unkempt, but luxurious nonetheless. But instead, she focused her attention back to his body.
His suggestion made her laugh softly. It was utterly ridiculous after all. Entirely impossible. They both knew it. So she saw no harm in responding the way she wished that she could.
“Perhaps you should.” Gods above knew that she meant it. What she would give to have the luxury of being able to run away with him, to live with no responsibilities to tie her back. Just endless nights like this. She fought to keep her voice light, even as the faintest trace of longing crept in. “I’d be happy to pamper you every way I can night after night.”
His answer and quick motion surprised her, sending her into a fit of giggles as he held her above him. “Oh I am are I?” she answered teasingly. “And just what should we do about that now?”
He had no idea the trouble that he was for her. He was a fantasy come to life, but despite knowing the inevitable end of this infatuation, there was no denying that he was going to prove to be trouble for her heart. She had done so well for half her life nearly. Guarding her heart, never letting herself get close to temptation, to the things she couldn’t afford to have.
At least until Hashe.
She didn’t understand it in the least, but he had slipped beneath all her barriers and ensnared her entirely. If anything, tonight had proven that. She would do anything for him, anything it took to have just another moment with him. When he left, it would kill a part of her that she thought was long dead. Somehow he had resurrected it the moment that they collided that night. But she knew it would vanish with him in due time.
Her thoughts finished abruptly as he rubbed the oil over her own skin, gasping softly at the warmth as he moved over her thighs. When he pressed to her back, she responded eagerly, laying herself on top of him, meeting his lips with her own. While his hands moved over her skin, her lifted to his face, holding him close as she kissed him deeply, muffling the moans she could not suppress. One hand shifted to move through his hair, loving the feel of it as it moved through her fingers.
She loved everything about the way he felt against her. The way he touched her, the way he felt under her own touches, even the feelings he inspired within her. The ones she dare not voice and the pleasures that she couldn’t stop herself from vocalizing. She might have thought she were dreaming, but her imagination wasn’t nearly expansive enough to think up any of this.
“Oh, Hashe,” she whispered against his lips, her hips flexing against him as she squirmed under his touch.
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As her fingers moved along his scalp, it took everything she had to resist the urge to play with his hair. For all that she neglected her own but for the simplest of braids, she had been tending to her younger sister’s hair since even before their mother died. His hair was unkempt, but luxurious nonetheless. But instead, she focused her attention back to his body.
His suggestion made her laugh softly. It was utterly ridiculous after all. Entirely impossible. They both knew it. So she saw no harm in responding the way she wished that she could.
“Perhaps you should.” Gods above knew that she meant it. What she would give to have the luxury of being able to run away with him, to live with no responsibilities to tie her back. Just endless nights like this. She fought to keep her voice light, even as the faintest trace of longing crept in. “I’d be happy to pamper you every way I can night after night.”
His answer and quick motion surprised her, sending her into a fit of giggles as he held her above him. “Oh I am are I?” she answered teasingly. “And just what should we do about that now?”
He had no idea the trouble that he was for her. He was a fantasy come to life, but despite knowing the inevitable end of this infatuation, there was no denying that he was going to prove to be trouble for her heart. She had done so well for half her life nearly. Guarding her heart, never letting herself get close to temptation, to the things she couldn’t afford to have.
At least until Hashe.
She didn’t understand it in the least, but he had slipped beneath all her barriers and ensnared her entirely. If anything, tonight had proven that. She would do anything for him, anything it took to have just another moment with him. When he left, it would kill a part of her that she thought was long dead. Somehow he had resurrected it the moment that they collided that night. But she knew it would vanish with him in due time.
Her thoughts finished abruptly as he rubbed the oil over her own skin, gasping softly at the warmth as he moved over her thighs. When he pressed to her back, she responded eagerly, laying herself on top of him, meeting his lips with her own. While his hands moved over her skin, her lifted to his face, holding him close as she kissed him deeply, muffling the moans she could not suppress. One hand shifted to move through his hair, loving the feel of it as it moved through her fingers.
She loved everything about the way he felt against her. The way he touched her, the way he felt under her own touches, even the feelings he inspired within her. The ones she dare not voice and the pleasures that she couldn’t stop herself from vocalizing. She might have thought she were dreaming, but her imagination wasn’t nearly expansive enough to think up any of this.
“Oh, Hashe,” she whispered against his lips, her hips flexing against him as she squirmed under his touch.
As her fingers moved along his scalp, it took everything she had to resist the urge to play with his hair. For all that she neglected her own but for the simplest of braids, she had been tending to her younger sister’s hair since even before their mother died. His hair was unkempt, but luxurious nonetheless. But instead, she focused her attention back to his body.
His suggestion made her laugh softly. It was utterly ridiculous after all. Entirely impossible. They both knew it. So she saw no harm in responding the way she wished that she could.
“Perhaps you should.” Gods above knew that she meant it. What she would give to have the luxury of being able to run away with him, to live with no responsibilities to tie her back. Just endless nights like this. She fought to keep her voice light, even as the faintest trace of longing crept in. “I’d be happy to pamper you every way I can night after night.”
His answer and quick motion surprised her, sending her into a fit of giggles as he held her above him. “Oh I am are I?” she answered teasingly. “And just what should we do about that now?”
He had no idea the trouble that he was for her. He was a fantasy come to life, but despite knowing the inevitable end of this infatuation, there was no denying that he was going to prove to be trouble for her heart. She had done so well for half her life nearly. Guarding her heart, never letting herself get close to temptation, to the things she couldn’t afford to have.
At least until Hashe.
She didn’t understand it in the least, but he had slipped beneath all her barriers and ensnared her entirely. If anything, tonight had proven that. She would do anything for him, anything it took to have just another moment with him. When he left, it would kill a part of her that she thought was long dead. Somehow he had resurrected it the moment that they collided that night. But she knew it would vanish with him in due time.
Her thoughts finished abruptly as he rubbed the oil over her own skin, gasping softly at the warmth as he moved over her thighs. When he pressed to her back, she responded eagerly, laying herself on top of him, meeting his lips with her own. While his hands moved over her skin, her lifted to his face, holding him close as she kissed him deeply, muffling the moans she could not suppress. One hand shifted to move through his hair, loving the feel of it as it moved through her fingers.
She loved everything about the way he felt against her. The way he touched her, the way he felt under her own touches, even the feelings he inspired within her. The ones she dare not voice and the pleasures that she couldn’t stop herself from vocalizing. She might have thought she were dreaming, but her imagination wasn’t nearly expansive enough to think up any of this.
“Oh, Hashe,” she whispered against his lips, her hips flexing against him as she squirmed under his touch.
"Mmm...night after night, that does sound tempting."
The way she melted against him so eagerly was like a drug, as if he had smoked the finest opium and she was it personified. He'd never had anyone bend to him so easily, none of his lovers ever seemed so absolutely enthusiastic to linger in bed and explore one another thoroughly like Myrrine. She didn't want to let him go, as much as he wanted to stay, and he felt as if he was becoming intoxicated from her alone. One hour more, that was all he would give himself.
Drawing her lower lip between his own, he ran his hands up her back and through her hair, giving a low sound halfway between a growl and a moan as he dragged her head back. Her throat now exposed to him he set to work trying to map out every inch of he skin beneath his tongue and teeth, sitting them up so she was more firmly in his lap. As sleepily content as he'd been from her earlier touches, her weight against him and the pliable way she bent to his whims was making it impossible to resist. The way she spoke his name, easily gave way, it was all far too easy to take what he wanted and harder than he had expected to leave.
"Myrrine..I'd have you again." Perhaps not this very second, but his body was recovering enough that interest was stirring once again, and he found he wasn't finished with her. Not for tonight, not while he still had time to risk. "What do you want of me?"
Nahash didn't know what she might say, his hands still pulled through her hair as he nipped at her jaw, releasing her locks to lightly scratch down her back. It wasn't enough to leave any more marks, drawing her to him as tightly as he could and sealing her lips in another kiss that held all of the need he had for her.
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"Mmm...night after night, that does sound tempting."
The way she melted against him so eagerly was like a drug, as if he had smoked the finest opium and she was it personified. He'd never had anyone bend to him so easily, none of his lovers ever seemed so absolutely enthusiastic to linger in bed and explore one another thoroughly like Myrrine. She didn't want to let him go, as much as he wanted to stay, and he felt as if he was becoming intoxicated from her alone. One hour more, that was all he would give himself.
Drawing her lower lip between his own, he ran his hands up her back and through her hair, giving a low sound halfway between a growl and a moan as he dragged her head back. Her throat now exposed to him he set to work trying to map out every inch of he skin beneath his tongue and teeth, sitting them up so she was more firmly in his lap. As sleepily content as he'd been from her earlier touches, her weight against him and the pliable way she bent to his whims was making it impossible to resist. The way she spoke his name, easily gave way, it was all far too easy to take what he wanted and harder than he had expected to leave.
"Myrrine..I'd have you again." Perhaps not this very second, but his body was recovering enough that interest was stirring once again, and he found he wasn't finished with her. Not for tonight, not while he still had time to risk. "What do you want of me?"
Nahash didn't know what she might say, his hands still pulled through her hair as he nipped at her jaw, releasing her locks to lightly scratch down her back. It wasn't enough to leave any more marks, drawing her to him as tightly as he could and sealing her lips in another kiss that held all of the need he had for her.
"Mmm...night after night, that does sound tempting."
The way she melted against him so eagerly was like a drug, as if he had smoked the finest opium and she was it personified. He'd never had anyone bend to him so easily, none of his lovers ever seemed so absolutely enthusiastic to linger in bed and explore one another thoroughly like Myrrine. She didn't want to let him go, as much as he wanted to stay, and he felt as if he was becoming intoxicated from her alone. One hour more, that was all he would give himself.
Drawing her lower lip between his own, he ran his hands up her back and through her hair, giving a low sound halfway between a growl and a moan as he dragged her head back. Her throat now exposed to him he set to work trying to map out every inch of he skin beneath his tongue and teeth, sitting them up so she was more firmly in his lap. As sleepily content as he'd been from her earlier touches, her weight against him and the pliable way she bent to his whims was making it impossible to resist. The way she spoke his name, easily gave way, it was all far too easy to take what he wanted and harder than he had expected to leave.
"Myrrine..I'd have you again." Perhaps not this very second, but his body was recovering enough that interest was stirring once again, and he found he wasn't finished with her. Not for tonight, not while he still had time to risk. "What do you want of me?"
Nahash didn't know what she might say, his hands still pulled through her hair as he nipped at her jaw, releasing her locks to lightly scratch down her back. It wasn't enough to leave any more marks, drawing her to him as tightly as he could and sealing her lips in another kiss that held all of the need he had for her.
The way this evening had begun, she would have expected such talk to send him bolting straight out her window. Now he lingered and spoke of temptation. It only fueled the desire she held for him, the way she wished to cling to him for as long as he would allow.
“You could have that, you know. You could have me night after night. I cannot deny you, Hashe, I don’t want to,” she whispered as he pulled her close. She would accept whatever he offered her whether that was one night, a dozen, or a whole month. Whatever he was willing, she knew she would embrace wholeheartedly.
She was his. More than she ever thought she could be.
His hands ran up her back to her hair, tugging her head backwards, giving him access to more of her. A sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan escaped her as his mouth explored her tender throat. She was limp in his arms, easily molded however he wished her to be, her arms wrapping around his neck as he sat them upright. Her hips moved reflexively against his, silently encouraging his attentions.
His words drew another low moan from her lips. She could feel herself growing slick and ready for him already. What was this power he had over her? She had never known it was possible for another person to make her feel... well any of this. It was as though he had enchanted her - he consumed her every thought, feeling and want. Everything led back to him.
She hesitated a moment, not knowing how to answer his question, a momentary flash of fear running through her, that her inexperience would show. Yet as his teeth worked at her jaw, his hands lightly scratched down her back, something sparked in her with a low groan. There was no need to fear or overthink. With him, it all came naturally to her.
He kissed her fiercely, pulling her so tightly against him that it was as if their bodies became one. She pressed to him eagerly, returning the kiss with as much fire and need as he offered her. It was only when she was forced to pull back, panting heavily for breath that she could give him his answer.
She rolled her hips against his once more, her nose nudging at his jaw to tilt his head back so her mouth had room to work against his neck. She explored him with lips, tongue and teeth for a long moment before trailing to his ear. “What do I want of you?” she purred. “I want you to take whatever you want from me; I want to give you whatever will please you most. I don’t care how you want to use me, so long as you do.”
Myrrine paused to suck at his earlobe, grinding her hips against him, her body moving in rhythm against his. Her hands shifted from being wrapped loosely around his neck to raking through his hair and down his back, fingernails lightly scraping. She didn’t know what it was about him that brought out this boldness in her, but it was truly intoxicating. It was a feeling she would no longer deny.
“I want to feel your hands and your mouth on every inch of me. I want you to tease my body until I can’t think straight, until I am begging you to take me, Hashe. And then? I want you to make me scream for you.”
She pulled back with a gently tug at his hair, her eyes meeting his. She didn’t shy away from his gaze, all worries about holding back long gone. Instead, she licked her lips, slowly, holding his gaze. “Claim my body, for tonight, make me yours, Hashe.”
With that, she claimed his lips in a kiss that was burning with need and want and more passion than she had ever known she could possess, silently begging him not to deny her with everything she had.
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The way this evening had begun, she would have expected such talk to send him bolting straight out her window. Now he lingered and spoke of temptation. It only fueled the desire she held for him, the way she wished to cling to him for as long as he would allow.
“You could have that, you know. You could have me night after night. I cannot deny you, Hashe, I don’t want to,” she whispered as he pulled her close. She would accept whatever he offered her whether that was one night, a dozen, or a whole month. Whatever he was willing, she knew she would embrace wholeheartedly.
She was his. More than she ever thought she could be.
His hands ran up her back to her hair, tugging her head backwards, giving him access to more of her. A sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan escaped her as his mouth explored her tender throat. She was limp in his arms, easily molded however he wished her to be, her arms wrapping around his neck as he sat them upright. Her hips moved reflexively against his, silently encouraging his attentions.
His words drew another low moan from her lips. She could feel herself growing slick and ready for him already. What was this power he had over her? She had never known it was possible for another person to make her feel... well any of this. It was as though he had enchanted her - he consumed her every thought, feeling and want. Everything led back to him.
She hesitated a moment, not knowing how to answer his question, a momentary flash of fear running through her, that her inexperience would show. Yet as his teeth worked at her jaw, his hands lightly scratched down her back, something sparked in her with a low groan. There was no need to fear or overthink. With him, it all came naturally to her.
He kissed her fiercely, pulling her so tightly against him that it was as if their bodies became one. She pressed to him eagerly, returning the kiss with as much fire and need as he offered her. It was only when she was forced to pull back, panting heavily for breath that she could give him his answer.
She rolled her hips against his once more, her nose nudging at his jaw to tilt his head back so her mouth had room to work against his neck. She explored him with lips, tongue and teeth for a long moment before trailing to his ear. “What do I want of you?” she purred. “I want you to take whatever you want from me; I want to give you whatever will please you most. I don’t care how you want to use me, so long as you do.”
Myrrine paused to suck at his earlobe, grinding her hips against him, her body moving in rhythm against his. Her hands shifted from being wrapped loosely around his neck to raking through his hair and down his back, fingernails lightly scraping. She didn’t know what it was about him that brought out this boldness in her, but it was truly intoxicating. It was a feeling she would no longer deny.
“I want to feel your hands and your mouth on every inch of me. I want you to tease my body until I can’t think straight, until I am begging you to take me, Hashe. And then? I want you to make me scream for you.”
She pulled back with a gently tug at his hair, her eyes meeting his. She didn’t shy away from his gaze, all worries about holding back long gone. Instead, she licked her lips, slowly, holding his gaze. “Claim my body, for tonight, make me yours, Hashe.”
With that, she claimed his lips in a kiss that was burning with need and want and more passion than she had ever known she could possess, silently begging him not to deny her with everything she had.
The way this evening had begun, she would have expected such talk to send him bolting straight out her window. Now he lingered and spoke of temptation. It only fueled the desire she held for him, the way she wished to cling to him for as long as he would allow.
“You could have that, you know. You could have me night after night. I cannot deny you, Hashe, I don’t want to,” she whispered as he pulled her close. She would accept whatever he offered her whether that was one night, a dozen, or a whole month. Whatever he was willing, she knew she would embrace wholeheartedly.
She was his. More than she ever thought she could be.
His hands ran up her back to her hair, tugging her head backwards, giving him access to more of her. A sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan escaped her as his mouth explored her tender throat. She was limp in his arms, easily molded however he wished her to be, her arms wrapping around his neck as he sat them upright. Her hips moved reflexively against his, silently encouraging his attentions.
His words drew another low moan from her lips. She could feel herself growing slick and ready for him already. What was this power he had over her? She had never known it was possible for another person to make her feel... well any of this. It was as though he had enchanted her - he consumed her every thought, feeling and want. Everything led back to him.
She hesitated a moment, not knowing how to answer his question, a momentary flash of fear running through her, that her inexperience would show. Yet as his teeth worked at her jaw, his hands lightly scratched down her back, something sparked in her with a low groan. There was no need to fear or overthink. With him, it all came naturally to her.
He kissed her fiercely, pulling her so tightly against him that it was as if their bodies became one. She pressed to him eagerly, returning the kiss with as much fire and need as he offered her. It was only when she was forced to pull back, panting heavily for breath that she could give him his answer.
She rolled her hips against his once more, her nose nudging at his jaw to tilt his head back so her mouth had room to work against his neck. She explored him with lips, tongue and teeth for a long moment before trailing to his ear. “What do I want of you?” she purred. “I want you to take whatever you want from me; I want to give you whatever will please you most. I don’t care how you want to use me, so long as you do.”
Myrrine paused to suck at his earlobe, grinding her hips against him, her body moving in rhythm against his. Her hands shifted from being wrapped loosely around his neck to raking through his hair and down his back, fingernails lightly scraping. She didn’t know what it was about him that brought out this boldness in her, but it was truly intoxicating. It was a feeling she would no longer deny.
“I want to feel your hands and your mouth on every inch of me. I want you to tease my body until I can’t think straight, until I am begging you to take me, Hashe. And then? I want you to make me scream for you.”
She pulled back with a gently tug at his hair, her eyes meeting his. She didn’t shy away from his gaze, all worries about holding back long gone. Instead, she licked her lips, slowly, holding his gaze. “Claim my body, for tonight, make me yours, Hashe.”
With that, she claimed his lips in a kiss that was burning with need and want and more passion than she had ever known she could possess, silently begging him not to deny her with everything she had.
At the start of this night, he had not expected that she would yield to him, even after she had the first time there was no thought that perhaps she would be willing again. Now with the way she all but writhed on his lap, spoke in such bold hushed tones with a lust in her voice he had never heard from a woman, he found he was all too eager to give her what she wished. With her request to make her beg for him, to make her scream, it was all he could do to hold back long enough for her to finish speaking.
Their next coupling was different, he took his time teasing her to her finish until she was begging as she'd asked, apparently teaching her new ways to find pleasure as he used hands and mouth to drive her mad. What little restraint they kept went into trying not to rouse the rest of the household, with well placed pillows and hands over mouths to be bitten at. Nahash did as she asked, what he had wanted from the start, claiming every inch of her as his own until they were both utterly spent on the bed.
At some point the sheets had become bunched around them, and he wasn't entirely certain that one or both of them hadn't bitten through one of the pillows. He was exhausted in the best way, shifting so she was laying beside him instead of beneath, drawing up one of the blankets that they hadn't knotted and thrown to the side so she was covered. The light of dawn wasn't as far away as he wished it was, though there was still some time for him left to linger. Never when he climbed through the window had he expected a night like this, to feel so satiated like he hadn't been in far too long. The temptation to drag Myrrine off into the night with him had grown stronger, but she would be a liability they didn't need.
Nahash gave a contented sound, halfway between a hum and a groan. He needed to clean himself up, dress once more, and slip back out into the night. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but unless he found a place on neutral ground he would not be able to stay with her. That was a thought, perhaps he would find a tavern room to take her where there would be no need to stay so quiet. There they could truly unleash. But he wasn't supposed to be thinking about that. He wasn't supposed to want her again.
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At the start of this night, he had not expected that she would yield to him, even after she had the first time there was no thought that perhaps she would be willing again. Now with the way she all but writhed on his lap, spoke in such bold hushed tones with a lust in her voice he had never heard from a woman, he found he was all too eager to give her what she wished. With her request to make her beg for him, to make her scream, it was all he could do to hold back long enough for her to finish speaking.
Their next coupling was different, he took his time teasing her to her finish until she was begging as she'd asked, apparently teaching her new ways to find pleasure as he used hands and mouth to drive her mad. What little restraint they kept went into trying not to rouse the rest of the household, with well placed pillows and hands over mouths to be bitten at. Nahash did as she asked, what he had wanted from the start, claiming every inch of her as his own until they were both utterly spent on the bed.
At some point the sheets had become bunched around them, and he wasn't entirely certain that one or both of them hadn't bitten through one of the pillows. He was exhausted in the best way, shifting so she was laying beside him instead of beneath, drawing up one of the blankets that they hadn't knotted and thrown to the side so she was covered. The light of dawn wasn't as far away as he wished it was, though there was still some time for him left to linger. Never when he climbed through the window had he expected a night like this, to feel so satiated like he hadn't been in far too long. The temptation to drag Myrrine off into the night with him had grown stronger, but she would be a liability they didn't need.
Nahash gave a contented sound, halfway between a hum and a groan. He needed to clean himself up, dress once more, and slip back out into the night. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but unless he found a place on neutral ground he would not be able to stay with her. That was a thought, perhaps he would find a tavern room to take her where there would be no need to stay so quiet. There they could truly unleash. But he wasn't supposed to be thinking about that. He wasn't supposed to want her again.
At the start of this night, he had not expected that she would yield to him, even after she had the first time there was no thought that perhaps she would be willing again. Now with the way she all but writhed on his lap, spoke in such bold hushed tones with a lust in her voice he had never heard from a woman, he found he was all too eager to give her what she wished. With her request to make her beg for him, to make her scream, it was all he could do to hold back long enough for her to finish speaking.
Their next coupling was different, he took his time teasing her to her finish until she was begging as she'd asked, apparently teaching her new ways to find pleasure as he used hands and mouth to drive her mad. What little restraint they kept went into trying not to rouse the rest of the household, with well placed pillows and hands over mouths to be bitten at. Nahash did as she asked, what he had wanted from the start, claiming every inch of her as his own until they were both utterly spent on the bed.
At some point the sheets had become bunched around them, and he wasn't entirely certain that one or both of them hadn't bitten through one of the pillows. He was exhausted in the best way, shifting so she was laying beside him instead of beneath, drawing up one of the blankets that they hadn't knotted and thrown to the side so she was covered. The light of dawn wasn't as far away as he wished it was, though there was still some time for him left to linger. Never when he climbed through the window had he expected a night like this, to feel so satiated like he hadn't been in far too long. The temptation to drag Myrrine off into the night with him had grown stronger, but she would be a liability they didn't need.
Nahash gave a contented sound, halfway between a hum and a groan. He needed to clean himself up, dress once more, and slip back out into the night. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but unless he found a place on neutral ground he would not be able to stay with her. That was a thought, perhaps he would find a tavern room to take her where there would be no need to stay so quiet. There they could truly unleash. But he wasn't supposed to be thinking about that. He wasn't supposed to want her again.
For a split second, Myrrine feared that perhaps she had been too honest in her answer. She had certainly not thought she was capable of such unabashed lust, let alone voicing it aloud. When she was with him, she was constantly surprising herself. But she couldn’t bring herself to feel any of the shame she would have expected. With him, she was truly free. That worry was quickly vanished as he hastily sprung into action as though he could barely stand to wait until the words died on her lips.
He certainly didn’t hold back with her, instead giving her everything she had asked for and far exceeding her expectations. Not that she had really known enough to have expectations. But he had proven himself capable of things she didn’t even know were possible instead. If there had been any doubt before, now it was certain that she would never be the same after this night. He had marked her as his irrevocably. Whether he knew that or not, she was certain in the depths of her soul that it was so.
When at last they were both entirely spent, they simply lay there, fighting to catch their breath, tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows. She was sure the state of things would mean more work for her later, but here and now it was so very worth it. She knew dawn was approaching all too quickly, and so exhausted as she was, she dare not close her eyes for fear she wouldn’t wake up in time to say goodbye.
She nestled up beside him, one leg draping over his, as he pulled a blanket over her, grateful for the warmth. Her body was slick still with sweat and oil, easily chilled in the night air. There were no words for what they had just shared, only a feeling that this surely couldn’t be the end. She should be grateful to have had even a taste of him, yet even now as her body was thoroughly satisfied, she could only want more of him.
“Oh, Hashe,” she sighed, nuzzling his chest as one arm snaked over his torso, wanting to hold him close another moment longer.
“That was...” She couldn’t even find a word strong enough to describe it. “I’ll certainly never forget you, Hashe.”
Myrrine swallowed hard, feeling her words catch in her throat, an unbidden emotion or two caught up with them. Much as she didn’t want to, she had said that she’d be satisfied with one night and she wouldn’t go back on that now. She could never regret her night with him. It was as close to perfection as she would ever get.
“Thank you, for choosing me.”
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For a split second, Myrrine feared that perhaps she had been too honest in her answer. She had certainly not thought she was capable of such unabashed lust, let alone voicing it aloud. When she was with him, she was constantly surprising herself. But she couldn’t bring herself to feel any of the shame she would have expected. With him, she was truly free. That worry was quickly vanished as he hastily sprung into action as though he could barely stand to wait until the words died on her lips.
He certainly didn’t hold back with her, instead giving her everything she had asked for and far exceeding her expectations. Not that she had really known enough to have expectations. But he had proven himself capable of things she didn’t even know were possible instead. If there had been any doubt before, now it was certain that she would never be the same after this night. He had marked her as his irrevocably. Whether he knew that or not, she was certain in the depths of her soul that it was so.
When at last they were both entirely spent, they simply lay there, fighting to catch their breath, tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows. She was sure the state of things would mean more work for her later, but here and now it was so very worth it. She knew dawn was approaching all too quickly, and so exhausted as she was, she dare not close her eyes for fear she wouldn’t wake up in time to say goodbye.
She nestled up beside him, one leg draping over his, as he pulled a blanket over her, grateful for the warmth. Her body was slick still with sweat and oil, easily chilled in the night air. There were no words for what they had just shared, only a feeling that this surely couldn’t be the end. She should be grateful to have had even a taste of him, yet even now as her body was thoroughly satisfied, she could only want more of him.
“Oh, Hashe,” she sighed, nuzzling his chest as one arm snaked over his torso, wanting to hold him close another moment longer.
“That was...” She couldn’t even find a word strong enough to describe it. “I’ll certainly never forget you, Hashe.”
Myrrine swallowed hard, feeling her words catch in her throat, an unbidden emotion or two caught up with them. Much as she didn’t want to, she had said that she’d be satisfied with one night and she wouldn’t go back on that now. She could never regret her night with him. It was as close to perfection as she would ever get.
“Thank you, for choosing me.”
For a split second, Myrrine feared that perhaps she had been too honest in her answer. She had certainly not thought she was capable of such unabashed lust, let alone voicing it aloud. When she was with him, she was constantly surprising herself. But she couldn’t bring herself to feel any of the shame she would have expected. With him, she was truly free. That worry was quickly vanished as he hastily sprung into action as though he could barely stand to wait until the words died on her lips.
He certainly didn’t hold back with her, instead giving her everything she had asked for and far exceeding her expectations. Not that she had really known enough to have expectations. But he had proven himself capable of things she didn’t even know were possible instead. If there had been any doubt before, now it was certain that she would never be the same after this night. He had marked her as his irrevocably. Whether he knew that or not, she was certain in the depths of her soul that it was so.
When at last they were both entirely spent, they simply lay there, fighting to catch their breath, tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows. She was sure the state of things would mean more work for her later, but here and now it was so very worth it. She knew dawn was approaching all too quickly, and so exhausted as she was, she dare not close her eyes for fear she wouldn’t wake up in time to say goodbye.
She nestled up beside him, one leg draping over his, as he pulled a blanket over her, grateful for the warmth. Her body was slick still with sweat and oil, easily chilled in the night air. There were no words for what they had just shared, only a feeling that this surely couldn’t be the end. She should be grateful to have had even a taste of him, yet even now as her body was thoroughly satisfied, she could only want more of him.
“Oh, Hashe,” she sighed, nuzzling his chest as one arm snaked over his torso, wanting to hold him close another moment longer.
“That was...” She couldn’t even find a word strong enough to describe it. “I’ll certainly never forget you, Hashe.”
Myrrine swallowed hard, feeling her words catch in her throat, an unbidden emotion or two caught up with them. Much as she didn’t want to, she had said that she’d be satisfied with one night and she wouldn’t go back on that now. She could never regret her night with him. It was as close to perfection as she would ever get.
“Thank you, for choosing me.”
He closed his eyes as she curled up against his side, arms slipping around her far too easily as he allowed himself a moment of rest. Sleeping here was not an option, as tempting as it was, no matter how perfectly she tucked against his chest or how tightly her arm wrapped around him. The sweet words that fell from her lips had him smiling, the compliments she gave giving the expression a smug air. Her promise to never forget him had that smile fading ever so slightly as he was reminded once again of reality. There was a call of birdsong in the distance, a warning of the day to come and a dawn that would take him away from her. It wasn't supposed to be difficult to leave, and he told himself it was merely the attachment of sharing a bed. Once he leapt from the window and strode away the feelings would fade.
"Thank you for falling into my arms." Nahash chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, eyes opened again as he looked to the window before slowly shifting. He settled her back against the bed and sat himself up, stretching and giving a yawn before slipping from the warmth and comfort of her bed. If he didn't move now there was no telling who might see him leaving, or that he would be willing to leave if he stayed abed any longer.
Trying not to read too much of her promise to never forget him, or her thanks, he simply smiled as he gathered his clothing from where it had fallen around the room. It didn't mean anything more than it usually did, she'd clearly just never been with anyone skilled in bed, and he was certain he would be able to leave without any guilt or thinking she felt more than was right. He could always come back, now he knew she was willing to take him to bed, but there could be no promises made. Once they got the key that would be it. The stone would fall into their hands and they would need to depart quickly without any additional baggage or attachment. She would have to forget him eventually.
"I will try to come back if I see your sign. I cannot promise it, but if I am able, I would see you again."
He'd dressed himself quickly, binding back his dark hair and wrapping his himation around himself once again. When he descended from the window he would cover his head again, but for the moment it hung loose around his shoulders. With a knee on the bed, Nahash closed the space between them once more, cupping her cheek and pulling her in for a long kiss until he had to break apart for breath. The temptation even then to just fall back into bed with her and keep her wrapped up in his arms, the softness of the blankets and mattress, the warmth that she had so temptingly offered, it was overwhelming. If he had no other duties, no one else counting on him, if he hadn't been working towards a singular goal for his entire life he might have been tempted to stay. But that was not a luxury he had, and luxuries could not be found for nothing.
"Goodbye, Myrrine."
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He closed his eyes as she curled up against his side, arms slipping around her far too easily as he allowed himself a moment of rest. Sleeping here was not an option, as tempting as it was, no matter how perfectly she tucked against his chest or how tightly her arm wrapped around him. The sweet words that fell from her lips had him smiling, the compliments she gave giving the expression a smug air. Her promise to never forget him had that smile fading ever so slightly as he was reminded once again of reality. There was a call of birdsong in the distance, a warning of the day to come and a dawn that would take him away from her. It wasn't supposed to be difficult to leave, and he told himself it was merely the attachment of sharing a bed. Once he leapt from the window and strode away the feelings would fade.
"Thank you for falling into my arms." Nahash chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, eyes opened again as he looked to the window before slowly shifting. He settled her back against the bed and sat himself up, stretching and giving a yawn before slipping from the warmth and comfort of her bed. If he didn't move now there was no telling who might see him leaving, or that he would be willing to leave if he stayed abed any longer.
Trying not to read too much of her promise to never forget him, or her thanks, he simply smiled as he gathered his clothing from where it had fallen around the room. It didn't mean anything more than it usually did, she'd clearly just never been with anyone skilled in bed, and he was certain he would be able to leave without any guilt or thinking she felt more than was right. He could always come back, now he knew she was willing to take him to bed, but there could be no promises made. Once they got the key that would be it. The stone would fall into their hands and they would need to depart quickly without any additional baggage or attachment. She would have to forget him eventually.
"I will try to come back if I see your sign. I cannot promise it, but if I am able, I would see you again."
He'd dressed himself quickly, binding back his dark hair and wrapping his himation around himself once again. When he descended from the window he would cover his head again, but for the moment it hung loose around his shoulders. With a knee on the bed, Nahash closed the space between them once more, cupping her cheek and pulling her in for a long kiss until he had to break apart for breath. The temptation even then to just fall back into bed with her and keep her wrapped up in his arms, the softness of the blankets and mattress, the warmth that she had so temptingly offered, it was overwhelming. If he had no other duties, no one else counting on him, if he hadn't been working towards a singular goal for his entire life he might have been tempted to stay. But that was not a luxury he had, and luxuries could not be found for nothing.
"Goodbye, Myrrine."
He closed his eyes as she curled up against his side, arms slipping around her far too easily as he allowed himself a moment of rest. Sleeping here was not an option, as tempting as it was, no matter how perfectly she tucked against his chest or how tightly her arm wrapped around him. The sweet words that fell from her lips had him smiling, the compliments she gave giving the expression a smug air. Her promise to never forget him had that smile fading ever so slightly as he was reminded once again of reality. There was a call of birdsong in the distance, a warning of the day to come and a dawn that would take him away from her. It wasn't supposed to be difficult to leave, and he told himself it was merely the attachment of sharing a bed. Once he leapt from the window and strode away the feelings would fade.
"Thank you for falling into my arms." Nahash chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, eyes opened again as he looked to the window before slowly shifting. He settled her back against the bed and sat himself up, stretching and giving a yawn before slipping from the warmth and comfort of her bed. If he didn't move now there was no telling who might see him leaving, or that he would be willing to leave if he stayed abed any longer.
Trying not to read too much of her promise to never forget him, or her thanks, he simply smiled as he gathered his clothing from where it had fallen around the room. It didn't mean anything more than it usually did, she'd clearly just never been with anyone skilled in bed, and he was certain he would be able to leave without any guilt or thinking she felt more than was right. He could always come back, now he knew she was willing to take him to bed, but there could be no promises made. Once they got the key that would be it. The stone would fall into their hands and they would need to depart quickly without any additional baggage or attachment. She would have to forget him eventually.
"I will try to come back if I see your sign. I cannot promise it, but if I am able, I would see you again."
He'd dressed himself quickly, binding back his dark hair and wrapping his himation around himself once again. When he descended from the window he would cover his head again, but for the moment it hung loose around his shoulders. With a knee on the bed, Nahash closed the space between them once more, cupping her cheek and pulling her in for a long kiss until he had to break apart for breath. The temptation even then to just fall back into bed with her and keep her wrapped up in his arms, the softness of the blankets and mattress, the warmth that she had so temptingly offered, it was overwhelming. If he had no other duties, no one else counting on him, if he hadn't been working towards a singular goal for his entire life he might have been tempted to stay. But that was not a luxury he had, and luxuries could not be found for nothing.
"Goodbye, Myrrine."
Myrrine closed her eyes, sighing softly as his lips pressed to her forehead. She nuzzled her nose in the thick hair of his beard before dropped a tender kiss on his shoulder. He moved to leave and reluctant as she was, this time she knew she could not stop him. The time had come, and she had to let him go.
“It was easily the best thing I’ve ever done in my life,” she answered with a smile as he pulled away, untangling their limbs and tucking her back into the bed. She didn’t dare move yet, as though she might somehow shatter this moment by moving too quickly. Her fingers caressed down the line of his spine as he stretched, slipping away as he stood.
She watched him as he gathered his clothing, her mind swirling with thoughts. Her words were honest, even if he didn’t know the full truth of why. A woman could never forget her first after all. Yet she didn’t regret hiding that. It was hardly standard at her age. Moreover, she was no doe-eyed girl. She didn’t expect love or a husband. Not even another night together. She had simply wanted a taste - a taste of all she had given up for the sake of her family.
There was no denying that Hashe made her feel things no one else ever had. She was glad it had been him. Not only had he proven an incredibly satisfying partner, but he had awoken something within her. A spark of the woman she had once been destined to be. The dreamer who craved adventure and excitement. The girl who wasn’t afraid to chase after what she wanted. One who was bold and brave and could live in the moment.
The person she might have been.
All that would fade when he went away, she was certain. She couldn’t afford any such frivolities now. There was no sense longing for things that were not meant to be hers. The more she dwelled on such matters, the more her resentment would grow. She loved her family. She couldn’t let anything or anyone threaten that. Her duty was to them. It always would be. That was the life she had chosen.
It was far too late to change courses now. She was needed here. No matter how good Hashe made her feel, no matter what relief and hope he gifted her... He would leave and she would remain. This was nothing more than a fleeting whim for the both of them.
Still, she couldn’t deny the way her heart leaped as he said he would like to see her again. It was more than she had dared hope for, but that she could cling to this alternate reality for just a hint longer... Perhaps she could fill enough to last her the rest of her lonely days.
“It will be there for you,” she assured him. “For if you are able, I would see you again,” she echoed him, a soft smile on her lips as she gazed up at him from her position on the bed.
He leaned down to hold her face in hand and kiss her deeply. She responded with ease, her hand settling at the nape of his neck, holding him close. They broke for breath, but he didn’t yet pull away, even as he voiced his goodbye. She answered silently, with another kiss, draping her other arm around his neck so as he moved to stand again, he pulled her upright with him.
As she finally moved to pull away, she sucked his lower lip gently, releasing it with reluctance. Her dark eyes looked up at him. Her arm slowly slid down his body until her hand rested on his upper arm, while her other hand relaxed, no longer holding him to her, even as her bare body was pressed to him. Her hand shifted from his neck to cup his cheek before leaning forward to plant one gentle kiss upon his lips.
“Goodbye, Hashe.”
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Myrrine closed her eyes, sighing softly as his lips pressed to her forehead. She nuzzled her nose in the thick hair of his beard before dropped a tender kiss on his shoulder. He moved to leave and reluctant as she was, this time she knew she could not stop him. The time had come, and she had to let him go.
“It was easily the best thing I’ve ever done in my life,” she answered with a smile as he pulled away, untangling their limbs and tucking her back into the bed. She didn’t dare move yet, as though she might somehow shatter this moment by moving too quickly. Her fingers caressed down the line of his spine as he stretched, slipping away as he stood.
She watched him as he gathered his clothing, her mind swirling with thoughts. Her words were honest, even if he didn’t know the full truth of why. A woman could never forget her first after all. Yet she didn’t regret hiding that. It was hardly standard at her age. Moreover, she was no doe-eyed girl. She didn’t expect love or a husband. Not even another night together. She had simply wanted a taste - a taste of all she had given up for the sake of her family.
There was no denying that Hashe made her feel things no one else ever had. She was glad it had been him. Not only had he proven an incredibly satisfying partner, but he had awoken something within her. A spark of the woman she had once been destined to be. The dreamer who craved adventure and excitement. The girl who wasn’t afraid to chase after what she wanted. One who was bold and brave and could live in the moment.
The person she might have been.
All that would fade when he went away, she was certain. She couldn’t afford any such frivolities now. There was no sense longing for things that were not meant to be hers. The more she dwelled on such matters, the more her resentment would grow. She loved her family. She couldn’t let anything or anyone threaten that. Her duty was to them. It always would be. That was the life she had chosen.
It was far too late to change courses now. She was needed here. No matter how good Hashe made her feel, no matter what relief and hope he gifted her... He would leave and she would remain. This was nothing more than a fleeting whim for the both of them.
Still, she couldn’t deny the way her heart leaped as he said he would like to see her again. It was more than she had dared hope for, but that she could cling to this alternate reality for just a hint longer... Perhaps she could fill enough to last her the rest of her lonely days.
“It will be there for you,” she assured him. “For if you are able, I would see you again,” she echoed him, a soft smile on her lips as she gazed up at him from her position on the bed.
He leaned down to hold her face in hand and kiss her deeply. She responded with ease, her hand settling at the nape of his neck, holding him close. They broke for breath, but he didn’t yet pull away, even as he voiced his goodbye. She answered silently, with another kiss, draping her other arm around his neck so as he moved to stand again, he pulled her upright with him.
As she finally moved to pull away, she sucked his lower lip gently, releasing it with reluctance. Her dark eyes looked up at him. Her arm slowly slid down his body until her hand rested on his upper arm, while her other hand relaxed, no longer holding him to her, even as her bare body was pressed to him. Her hand shifted from his neck to cup his cheek before leaning forward to plant one gentle kiss upon his lips.
“Goodbye, Hashe.”
Myrrine closed her eyes, sighing softly as his lips pressed to her forehead. She nuzzled her nose in the thick hair of his beard before dropped a tender kiss on his shoulder. He moved to leave and reluctant as she was, this time she knew she could not stop him. The time had come, and she had to let him go.
“It was easily the best thing I’ve ever done in my life,” she answered with a smile as he pulled away, untangling their limbs and tucking her back into the bed. She didn’t dare move yet, as though she might somehow shatter this moment by moving too quickly. Her fingers caressed down the line of his spine as he stretched, slipping away as he stood.
She watched him as he gathered his clothing, her mind swirling with thoughts. Her words were honest, even if he didn’t know the full truth of why. A woman could never forget her first after all. Yet she didn’t regret hiding that. It was hardly standard at her age. Moreover, she was no doe-eyed girl. She didn’t expect love or a husband. Not even another night together. She had simply wanted a taste - a taste of all she had given up for the sake of her family.
There was no denying that Hashe made her feel things no one else ever had. She was glad it had been him. Not only had he proven an incredibly satisfying partner, but he had awoken something within her. A spark of the woman she had once been destined to be. The dreamer who craved adventure and excitement. The girl who wasn’t afraid to chase after what she wanted. One who was bold and brave and could live in the moment.
The person she might have been.
All that would fade when he went away, she was certain. She couldn’t afford any such frivolities now. There was no sense longing for things that were not meant to be hers. The more she dwelled on such matters, the more her resentment would grow. She loved her family. She couldn’t let anything or anyone threaten that. Her duty was to them. It always would be. That was the life she had chosen.
It was far too late to change courses now. She was needed here. No matter how good Hashe made her feel, no matter what relief and hope he gifted her... He would leave and she would remain. This was nothing more than a fleeting whim for the both of them.
Still, she couldn’t deny the way her heart leaped as he said he would like to see her again. It was more than she had dared hope for, but that she could cling to this alternate reality for just a hint longer... Perhaps she could fill enough to last her the rest of her lonely days.
“It will be there for you,” she assured him. “For if you are able, I would see you again,” she echoed him, a soft smile on her lips as she gazed up at him from her position on the bed.
He leaned down to hold her face in hand and kiss her deeply. She responded with ease, her hand settling at the nape of his neck, holding him close. They broke for breath, but he didn’t yet pull away, even as he voiced his goodbye. She answered silently, with another kiss, draping her other arm around his neck so as he moved to stand again, he pulled her upright with him.
As she finally moved to pull away, she sucked his lower lip gently, releasing it with reluctance. Her dark eyes looked up at him. Her arm slowly slid down his body until her hand rested on his upper arm, while her other hand relaxed, no longer holding him to her, even as her bare body was pressed to him. Her hand shifted from his neck to cup his cheek before leaning forward to plant one gentle kiss upon his lips.
“Goodbye, Hashe.”
Her reassurance that she would leave her sign for him in the window again was a thrill, but he knew he could not make any promises and so he simply smiled and leaned into her kiss. When he moved to stand and she hooked her arms around him he chuckled, pulling her into an embrace as she stood on the bed, giving her just a slight height advantage to him as their lips met this time. For another fleeting moment Nahash was tempted to wrap her legs around him and carry her out the window, disappearing into the night with his prize and keeping her for himself. It was rare enough he enjoyed someone enough that he wished to take her along with him, and there was something about her that was annoyingly keeping hold of him.
"Sleep well, Myrrine."
When he finally disentangled their limbs, he stepped back with a soft smile, dark eyes watching her as he drew his lower lip that she had been suckling upon into his mouth as if to savor the remaining taste of her. If he could find his way back, he would, that much he had to now admit to himself. Slipping over the windowsill, he quickly fell into the darkness of the street below, himation wrapped around his head now as he retreated through the alleyways and hidden secrets of Colchis that he had found.
A lingering thought pressed itself in the back of his mind, and before he could return home he made a quick stop by an apothecary that was not quite open yet, relieving the shop of an important item. Never before had he considered what his partner would do to prevent a child, there were rumors he'd heard that such carelessness on both of their parts had left his bastards scattered about, but he had never gone back, too afraid of any trap that might have instead been set. With Myrrine though there had been enough inexperience that he had to wonder.
The package left upon her windowsill was tucked safely where it wouldn't fall, somewhere she would see it when she looked out in the light of day. Dried leaves inside would prevent an unwanted pregnancy if she made a tea of it and drank it, and there were already enough children in the house. He couldn't imagine leaving her with one of his own to care for. On his return to the Sariqas house he set Akhmad a task, not saying where he had been all night or why the watch upon her needed to happen, the extra eyes upon her only to ensure that she did not tell anyone who shouldn't know about him, and that no harm came to her as a result of their night together.
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Her reassurance that she would leave her sign for him in the window again was a thrill, but he knew he could not make any promises and so he simply smiled and leaned into her kiss. When he moved to stand and she hooked her arms around him he chuckled, pulling her into an embrace as she stood on the bed, giving her just a slight height advantage to him as their lips met this time. For another fleeting moment Nahash was tempted to wrap her legs around him and carry her out the window, disappearing into the night with his prize and keeping her for himself. It was rare enough he enjoyed someone enough that he wished to take her along with him, and there was something about her that was annoyingly keeping hold of him.
"Sleep well, Myrrine."
When he finally disentangled their limbs, he stepped back with a soft smile, dark eyes watching her as he drew his lower lip that she had been suckling upon into his mouth as if to savor the remaining taste of her. If he could find his way back, he would, that much he had to now admit to himself. Slipping over the windowsill, he quickly fell into the darkness of the street below, himation wrapped around his head now as he retreated through the alleyways and hidden secrets of Colchis that he had found.
A lingering thought pressed itself in the back of his mind, and before he could return home he made a quick stop by an apothecary that was not quite open yet, relieving the shop of an important item. Never before had he considered what his partner would do to prevent a child, there were rumors he'd heard that such carelessness on both of their parts had left his bastards scattered about, but he had never gone back, too afraid of any trap that might have instead been set. With Myrrine though there had been enough inexperience that he had to wonder.
The package left upon her windowsill was tucked safely where it wouldn't fall, somewhere she would see it when she looked out in the light of day. Dried leaves inside would prevent an unwanted pregnancy if she made a tea of it and drank it, and there were already enough children in the house. He couldn't imagine leaving her with one of his own to care for. On his return to the Sariqas house he set Akhmad a task, not saying where he had been all night or why the watch upon her needed to happen, the extra eyes upon her only to ensure that she did not tell anyone who shouldn't know about him, and that no harm came to her as a result of their night together.
Her reassurance that she would leave her sign for him in the window again was a thrill, but he knew he could not make any promises and so he simply smiled and leaned into her kiss. When he moved to stand and she hooked her arms around him he chuckled, pulling her into an embrace as she stood on the bed, giving her just a slight height advantage to him as their lips met this time. For another fleeting moment Nahash was tempted to wrap her legs around him and carry her out the window, disappearing into the night with his prize and keeping her for himself. It was rare enough he enjoyed someone enough that he wished to take her along with him, and there was something about her that was annoyingly keeping hold of him.
"Sleep well, Myrrine."
When he finally disentangled their limbs, he stepped back with a soft smile, dark eyes watching her as he drew his lower lip that she had been suckling upon into his mouth as if to savor the remaining taste of her. If he could find his way back, he would, that much he had to now admit to himself. Slipping over the windowsill, he quickly fell into the darkness of the street below, himation wrapped around his head now as he retreated through the alleyways and hidden secrets of Colchis that he had found.
A lingering thought pressed itself in the back of his mind, and before he could return home he made a quick stop by an apothecary that was not quite open yet, relieving the shop of an important item. Never before had he considered what his partner would do to prevent a child, there were rumors he'd heard that such carelessness on both of their parts had left his bastards scattered about, but he had never gone back, too afraid of any trap that might have instead been set. With Myrrine though there had been enough inexperience that he had to wonder.
The package left upon her windowsill was tucked safely where it wouldn't fall, somewhere she would see it when she looked out in the light of day. Dried leaves inside would prevent an unwanted pregnancy if she made a tea of it and drank it, and there were already enough children in the house. He couldn't imagine leaving her with one of his own to care for. On his return to the Sariqas house he set Akhmad a task, not saying where he had been all night or why the watch upon her needed to happen, the extra eyes upon her only to ensure that she did not tell anyone who shouldn't know about him, and that no harm came to her as a result of their night together.