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’This conversation is over. I don’t plan to waste my night with you. … You look like a soft fuck, get lost.’
Nikos had already been in the process of walking away. But her words stung just the same. They stung for reasons he couldn’t really understand. It wasn’t the words themselves. No, he knew his prowess in bed, and the Condos lord was most certainly not a ‘soft fuck.’ What stung was the hatred in her voice. They had once been close, friends and nearly lovers. He still thought of her as a friend. He hoped one day to revive that bond between them. But he was starting to wonder if that was ever going to happen. With a regretful sigh, he continued on his way, leaving Evangelina to what ever it was she would find to do with the rest of her night.
Nikos strolled through the trees, drinking his wine – at some point he’d stopped and put his sandals back on his feet – until he spotted a torch lighting the night up ahead. He shifted his feet so that his path would take him closer to the light. The soft glow of the torchlight illuminated a bust of Aphrodite. A wistful smirk on his lips, Nikos made to go sit before it, only to be distracted by the sounds of someone obviously in the throes of coupling in the bushes. A giggle reached his ears, a sound that was very familiar. That wistful smile turned sly as he quietly approached to find Arete in the arms of another man. He drained the rest of his wine bottle as he watched for a few quiet moments before he spoke. ”My dearest Retta, you should put that thing back where you found it. You have no idea where it’s been.” His tone was sly and teasing, his blue eyes glinting in the torchlight.
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’This conversation is over. I don’t plan to waste my night with you. … You look like a soft fuck, get lost.’
Nikos had already been in the process of walking away. But her words stung just the same. They stung for reasons he couldn’t really understand. It wasn’t the words themselves. No, he knew his prowess in bed, and the Condos lord was most certainly not a ‘soft fuck.’ What stung was the hatred in her voice. They had once been close, friends and nearly lovers. He still thought of her as a friend. He hoped one day to revive that bond between them. But he was starting to wonder if that was ever going to happen. With a regretful sigh, he continued on his way, leaving Evangelina to what ever it was she would find to do with the rest of her night.
Nikos strolled through the trees, drinking his wine – at some point he’d stopped and put his sandals back on his feet – until he spotted a torch lighting the night up ahead. He shifted his feet so that his path would take him closer to the light. The soft glow of the torchlight illuminated a bust of Aphrodite. A wistful smirk on his lips, Nikos made to go sit before it, only to be distracted by the sounds of someone obviously in the throes of coupling in the bushes. A giggle reached his ears, a sound that was very familiar. That wistful smile turned sly as he quietly approached to find Arete in the arms of another man. He drained the rest of his wine bottle as he watched for a few quiet moments before he spoke. ”My dearest Retta, you should put that thing back where you found it. You have no idea where it’s been.” His tone was sly and teasing, his blue eyes glinting in the torchlight.
’This conversation is over. I don’t plan to waste my night with you. … You look like a soft fuck, get lost.’
Nikos had already been in the process of walking away. But her words stung just the same. They stung for reasons he couldn’t really understand. It wasn’t the words themselves. No, he knew his prowess in bed, and the Condos lord was most certainly not a ‘soft fuck.’ What stung was the hatred in her voice. They had once been close, friends and nearly lovers. He still thought of her as a friend. He hoped one day to revive that bond between them. But he was starting to wonder if that was ever going to happen. With a regretful sigh, he continued on his way, leaving Evangelina to what ever it was she would find to do with the rest of her night.
Nikos strolled through the trees, drinking his wine – at some point he’d stopped and put his sandals back on his feet – until he spotted a torch lighting the night up ahead. He shifted his feet so that his path would take him closer to the light. The soft glow of the torchlight illuminated a bust of Aphrodite. A wistful smirk on his lips, Nikos made to go sit before it, only to be distracted by the sounds of someone obviously in the throes of coupling in the bushes. A giggle reached his ears, a sound that was very familiar. That wistful smile turned sly as he quietly approached to find Arete in the arms of another man. He drained the rest of his wine bottle as he watched for a few quiet moments before he spoke. ”My dearest Retta, you should put that thing back where you found it. You have no idea where it’s been.” His tone was sly and teasing, his blue eyes glinting in the torchlight.
"Oh the weather is...just perfect"
Her words were broken as his fingers found her center, a gasp turned into a hiss of breath as she tried to focus on both the game and the urge of her body. Pia didn't remember the first time she saw Stephanos and felt differently. Her family had been attending the court and various gatherings since before she could recall, and he had always been there, always making her feel something she hadn't had words for. Even since childhood she had wanted his attention, and hearing the tales of others getting to spend time with him, her older sisters mentioning encounters with him, even in passing made her jealous.
Ever since she had been old enough to consider it her sights had been set on him alone, though it was unfortunate some of the steps she'd needed to take to get his notice. Those were thoughts for another time, she had him now and she was determined to make the best of that time she had. Here in this clearing with the scent of flowers around them and the stars above how could anyone not believe this was the beginning of a legendary love.
"Scandals...let us think.." Pia's hands tightened in his hair, her voice breathy and punctuated with a soft moan as his teeth took hold of her lip. Scandals were everywhere in court, but at the moment her mind was blank, focused on his touch. "I have heard whispers...that Iason of Dimitrou prefers the company of men. Why else would someone so handsome be unattached..?" She was perhaps not so subtly trying to bait him by calling another man handsome, her lips dancing against his without sealing them in a kiss. The thrill of the night and the moment sending her heart pounding.
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"Oh the weather is...just perfect"
Her words were broken as his fingers found her center, a gasp turned into a hiss of breath as she tried to focus on both the game and the urge of her body. Pia didn't remember the first time she saw Stephanos and felt differently. Her family had been attending the court and various gatherings since before she could recall, and he had always been there, always making her feel something she hadn't had words for. Even since childhood she had wanted his attention, and hearing the tales of others getting to spend time with him, her older sisters mentioning encounters with him, even in passing made her jealous.
Ever since she had been old enough to consider it her sights had been set on him alone, though it was unfortunate some of the steps she'd needed to take to get his notice. Those were thoughts for another time, she had him now and she was determined to make the best of that time she had. Here in this clearing with the scent of flowers around them and the stars above how could anyone not believe this was the beginning of a legendary love.
"Scandals...let us think.." Pia's hands tightened in his hair, her voice breathy and punctuated with a soft moan as his teeth took hold of her lip. Scandals were everywhere in court, but at the moment her mind was blank, focused on his touch. "I have heard whispers...that Iason of Dimitrou prefers the company of men. Why else would someone so handsome be unattached..?" She was perhaps not so subtly trying to bait him by calling another man handsome, her lips dancing against his without sealing them in a kiss. The thrill of the night and the moment sending her heart pounding.
"Oh the weather is...just perfect"
Her words were broken as his fingers found her center, a gasp turned into a hiss of breath as she tried to focus on both the game and the urge of her body. Pia didn't remember the first time she saw Stephanos and felt differently. Her family had been attending the court and various gatherings since before she could recall, and he had always been there, always making her feel something she hadn't had words for. Even since childhood she had wanted his attention, and hearing the tales of others getting to spend time with him, her older sisters mentioning encounters with him, even in passing made her jealous.
Ever since she had been old enough to consider it her sights had been set on him alone, though it was unfortunate some of the steps she'd needed to take to get his notice. Those were thoughts for another time, she had him now and she was determined to make the best of that time she had. Here in this clearing with the scent of flowers around them and the stars above how could anyone not believe this was the beginning of a legendary love.
"Scandals...let us think.." Pia's hands tightened in his hair, her voice breathy and punctuated with a soft moan as his teeth took hold of her lip. Scandals were everywhere in court, but at the moment her mind was blank, focused on his touch. "I have heard whispers...that Iason of Dimitrou prefers the company of men. Why else would someone so handsome be unattached..?" She was perhaps not so subtly trying to bait him by calling another man handsome, her lips dancing against his without sealing them in a kiss. The thrill of the night and the moment sending her heart pounding.
For a man who was fairly insistent that Arete should meet him at this festival for Aphrodite, he was really doing a terrible job of making himself known to the paramour who had traveled all this way to meet him in secret. Honestly, Arete wasn’t sure if she should be offended by her lover’s absence or if she should revel in the apparently brilliant disguise she had put together for this evening’s festivities. Either way, the girl couldn’t help her almost obsessive glances at the various party-goers gathered around the fountain, searching for the familiar build of her Niky. Almost every man looked like him in the inky blackness of the night, but Arete could never tell if they were actually her lover or not.
Finding Niky had consumed her thoughts for the few moments that she had made her way out into the main scene of the festival, however, it soon became clear that even though her lover was nowhere in sight Aphrodite was not keen to leave her hanging as she waited for him to appear. As Arete was a beautiful girl with a rather lithe body, it really wasn’t that much of a surprise that she found a few men that she could use to distract herself in the meantime. As a devout worshipper, Arete was sure to put on a good show for both the goddess and her future husband should he be watching nearby in the shadows as she locked lips with a variety of different men, dancing from fellow worshipper to worshipper when they got too handsy with the Doralisian girl for her liking. Some of them were not happy to have such a pretty young thing slip out of their grasp as Arete decided to see what else Taengea had to offer her that evening, but she really didn’t care all that much. She was going to be the future Queen of Taengea after all. It would not be becoming of her to allow herself to be touched like that by anyone else besides the rightful Condos king that had already claimed her as his own.
Or at least, this had been her intention before she found herself in the embrace of a strong warrior with piercing sea-green eyes and whisps of blonde hair standing up at all different ends -- a clear sign of the other conquests he had tucked under her belt that evening. Truly this was not a fair thing for the Goddess of Love to do as the soldier led the potter’s daughter in a delicate dance to the faint tune that carried over the festival ground. Arete was practically melting in his arms as she reveled in the strength of his grip around her and the gentle way her hand clasped his. Oh the gods must truly hate her if they decided that such a handsome specimen that was almost exactly her type should fall in her lap as she worried about where her Nikos could be.
So, while the man who technically had her heart fought with a past lover on the riverbank, Arete allowed herself to be swept up in the beautiful gaze of the new apple of her eye. The gentle dance became a heartstopping kiss… which then turned into two… then three. All thoughts about Nikos slipped away as Arete allowed him to do what the other men she had locked lips with that evening couldn’t as the arm around her waist dipped lower, taking a handful of the prize that Arete had declared as only belonging Nikos. Instead of being met with a playful swat that some of the other men had been subjected to that evening, Arete practically leaned into it, saying without words that it was okay to do so.
Maybe that’s why she didn’t even spark up a hint of protest when the soldier decided that the time for playful romance was over and led her away to the secluded bushes. These poor plants had been so trampled that evening by lovers seeking a secluded location for their trysts, but Arete was thinking about things more important than plants as she pushed at her new lover’s tunic, trying to get to the prize that was needed to worship Aphrodite in the proper way. Their kisses were sloppy and loud as the two of them fought with piles of fabric, making it not that surprising that they soon had an audience as the man that Arete had been looking for all evening finally decided to show her face the moment that she had finally forgotten about him.
“Go away Nikos” She playfully grumbled as she kept fumbling for her new lover’s belt, trying to free him of that military tunic as quickly as she possibly could, “Can’t you see I’m having fun?” Even though the words seemed harsh, the playful smile dancing in the corner of her lips as she continued to enjoy the taste of the soldier’s lips told an entirely different story. Poor Arete had to spend the evening all alone as Nikos ran about gods know where with gods know who. Arete knew that he had his fun and gods dammit she was going to have hers too.
So, either Nikos could sit and watch like a good boy or he could do something about his future queen trying to tear off the clothes of some stranger. It didn’t matter to Arete. After all, either way, she was going to have a wonderful night in the arms of a handsome man.
It was just up to Nikos which man that was going to be.
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For a man who was fairly insistent that Arete should meet him at this festival for Aphrodite, he was really doing a terrible job of making himself known to the paramour who had traveled all this way to meet him in secret. Honestly, Arete wasn’t sure if she should be offended by her lover’s absence or if she should revel in the apparently brilliant disguise she had put together for this evening’s festivities. Either way, the girl couldn’t help her almost obsessive glances at the various party-goers gathered around the fountain, searching for the familiar build of her Niky. Almost every man looked like him in the inky blackness of the night, but Arete could never tell if they were actually her lover or not.
Finding Niky had consumed her thoughts for the few moments that she had made her way out into the main scene of the festival, however, it soon became clear that even though her lover was nowhere in sight Aphrodite was not keen to leave her hanging as she waited for him to appear. As Arete was a beautiful girl with a rather lithe body, it really wasn’t that much of a surprise that she found a few men that she could use to distract herself in the meantime. As a devout worshipper, Arete was sure to put on a good show for both the goddess and her future husband should he be watching nearby in the shadows as she locked lips with a variety of different men, dancing from fellow worshipper to worshipper when they got too handsy with the Doralisian girl for her liking. Some of them were not happy to have such a pretty young thing slip out of their grasp as Arete decided to see what else Taengea had to offer her that evening, but she really didn’t care all that much. She was going to be the future Queen of Taengea after all. It would not be becoming of her to allow herself to be touched like that by anyone else besides the rightful Condos king that had already claimed her as his own.
Or at least, this had been her intention before she found herself in the embrace of a strong warrior with piercing sea-green eyes and whisps of blonde hair standing up at all different ends -- a clear sign of the other conquests he had tucked under her belt that evening. Truly this was not a fair thing for the Goddess of Love to do as the soldier led the potter’s daughter in a delicate dance to the faint tune that carried over the festival ground. Arete was practically melting in his arms as she reveled in the strength of his grip around her and the gentle way her hand clasped his. Oh the gods must truly hate her if they decided that such a handsome specimen that was almost exactly her type should fall in her lap as she worried about where her Nikos could be.
So, while the man who technically had her heart fought with a past lover on the riverbank, Arete allowed herself to be swept up in the beautiful gaze of the new apple of her eye. The gentle dance became a heartstopping kiss… which then turned into two… then three. All thoughts about Nikos slipped away as Arete allowed him to do what the other men she had locked lips with that evening couldn’t as the arm around her waist dipped lower, taking a handful of the prize that Arete had declared as only belonging Nikos. Instead of being met with a playful swat that some of the other men had been subjected to that evening, Arete practically leaned into it, saying without words that it was okay to do so.
Maybe that’s why she didn’t even spark up a hint of protest when the soldier decided that the time for playful romance was over and led her away to the secluded bushes. These poor plants had been so trampled that evening by lovers seeking a secluded location for their trysts, but Arete was thinking about things more important than plants as she pushed at her new lover’s tunic, trying to get to the prize that was needed to worship Aphrodite in the proper way. Their kisses were sloppy and loud as the two of them fought with piles of fabric, making it not that surprising that they soon had an audience as the man that Arete had been looking for all evening finally decided to show her face the moment that she had finally forgotten about him.
“Go away Nikos” She playfully grumbled as she kept fumbling for her new lover’s belt, trying to free him of that military tunic as quickly as she possibly could, “Can’t you see I’m having fun?” Even though the words seemed harsh, the playful smile dancing in the corner of her lips as she continued to enjoy the taste of the soldier’s lips told an entirely different story. Poor Arete had to spend the evening all alone as Nikos ran about gods know where with gods know who. Arete knew that he had his fun and gods dammit she was going to have hers too.
So, either Nikos could sit and watch like a good boy or he could do something about his future queen trying to tear off the clothes of some stranger. It didn’t matter to Arete. After all, either way, she was going to have a wonderful night in the arms of a handsome man.
It was just up to Nikos which man that was going to be.
For a man who was fairly insistent that Arete should meet him at this festival for Aphrodite, he was really doing a terrible job of making himself known to the paramour who had traveled all this way to meet him in secret. Honestly, Arete wasn’t sure if she should be offended by her lover’s absence or if she should revel in the apparently brilliant disguise she had put together for this evening’s festivities. Either way, the girl couldn’t help her almost obsessive glances at the various party-goers gathered around the fountain, searching for the familiar build of her Niky. Almost every man looked like him in the inky blackness of the night, but Arete could never tell if they were actually her lover or not.
Finding Niky had consumed her thoughts for the few moments that she had made her way out into the main scene of the festival, however, it soon became clear that even though her lover was nowhere in sight Aphrodite was not keen to leave her hanging as she waited for him to appear. As Arete was a beautiful girl with a rather lithe body, it really wasn’t that much of a surprise that she found a few men that she could use to distract herself in the meantime. As a devout worshipper, Arete was sure to put on a good show for both the goddess and her future husband should he be watching nearby in the shadows as she locked lips with a variety of different men, dancing from fellow worshipper to worshipper when they got too handsy with the Doralisian girl for her liking. Some of them were not happy to have such a pretty young thing slip out of their grasp as Arete decided to see what else Taengea had to offer her that evening, but she really didn’t care all that much. She was going to be the future Queen of Taengea after all. It would not be becoming of her to allow herself to be touched like that by anyone else besides the rightful Condos king that had already claimed her as his own.
Or at least, this had been her intention before she found herself in the embrace of a strong warrior with piercing sea-green eyes and whisps of blonde hair standing up at all different ends -- a clear sign of the other conquests he had tucked under her belt that evening. Truly this was not a fair thing for the Goddess of Love to do as the soldier led the potter’s daughter in a delicate dance to the faint tune that carried over the festival ground. Arete was practically melting in his arms as she reveled in the strength of his grip around her and the gentle way her hand clasped his. Oh the gods must truly hate her if they decided that such a handsome specimen that was almost exactly her type should fall in her lap as she worried about where her Nikos could be.
So, while the man who technically had her heart fought with a past lover on the riverbank, Arete allowed herself to be swept up in the beautiful gaze of the new apple of her eye. The gentle dance became a heartstopping kiss… which then turned into two… then three. All thoughts about Nikos slipped away as Arete allowed him to do what the other men she had locked lips with that evening couldn’t as the arm around her waist dipped lower, taking a handful of the prize that Arete had declared as only belonging Nikos. Instead of being met with a playful swat that some of the other men had been subjected to that evening, Arete practically leaned into it, saying without words that it was okay to do so.
Maybe that’s why she didn’t even spark up a hint of protest when the soldier decided that the time for playful romance was over and led her away to the secluded bushes. These poor plants had been so trampled that evening by lovers seeking a secluded location for their trysts, but Arete was thinking about things more important than plants as she pushed at her new lover’s tunic, trying to get to the prize that was needed to worship Aphrodite in the proper way. Their kisses were sloppy and loud as the two of them fought with piles of fabric, making it not that surprising that they soon had an audience as the man that Arete had been looking for all evening finally decided to show her face the moment that she had finally forgotten about him.
“Go away Nikos” She playfully grumbled as she kept fumbling for her new lover’s belt, trying to free him of that military tunic as quickly as she possibly could, “Can’t you see I’m having fun?” Even though the words seemed harsh, the playful smile dancing in the corner of her lips as she continued to enjoy the taste of the soldier’s lips told an entirely different story. Poor Arete had to spend the evening all alone as Nikos ran about gods know where with gods know who. Arete knew that he had his fun and gods dammit she was going to have hers too.
So, either Nikos could sit and watch like a good boy or he could do something about his future queen trying to tear off the clothes of some stranger. It didn’t matter to Arete. After all, either way, she was going to have a wonderful night in the arms of a handsome man.
It was just up to Nikos which man that was going to be.
’Go away Nikos. Can’t you see I’m having fun?’
”Mmm, I can see that. I’m not stopping you.” A sly smile graced his features as the baron watched his mistress tugging the other man’s belt free. The soldier paused in his own fumbling with Arete’s fine peplos and looked at Nikos leaning against a tree trunk just a few feet from the heated duo. Nik waved a hand at him to continue with his play and crossed his arms over his broad chest. This was not the first time he would have watched Arete have a bit of fun with another man. But Nikos always only let it go so far before he intervened. Retta was his to claim after all, he couldn’t have another sully her… too much.
His allowed the two to explore and advance their play, before he tired of merely watching and decided it was time to take the reins. The confident baron stepped forward, wrapped his hand around his lover’s wrist and tagged, intending to tear her from the other man’s arms and wrap her in his own. ”Thank you for warming her up for me… I can take it from here.” he said dismissively to the young soldier boy. Nik turned his attention fully on Arete, the one woman he’d been inviting back to his bed over and over again for more than a year now. ”You can have you’re fun with others, my darling… but always remember that you are mine to possess.” He bent his head to nibble at her neck, just below her ear, a place he’d learned long ago that would send chills coursing over her and make her just short of the most pliable clay in his hands.
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’Go away Nikos. Can’t you see I’m having fun?’
”Mmm, I can see that. I’m not stopping you.” A sly smile graced his features as the baron watched his mistress tugging the other man’s belt free. The soldier paused in his own fumbling with Arete’s fine peplos and looked at Nikos leaning against a tree trunk just a few feet from the heated duo. Nik waved a hand at him to continue with his play and crossed his arms over his broad chest. This was not the first time he would have watched Arete have a bit of fun with another man. But Nikos always only let it go so far before he intervened. Retta was his to claim after all, he couldn’t have another sully her… too much.
His allowed the two to explore and advance their play, before he tired of merely watching and decided it was time to take the reins. The confident baron stepped forward, wrapped his hand around his lover’s wrist and tagged, intending to tear her from the other man’s arms and wrap her in his own. ”Thank you for warming her up for me… I can take it from here.” he said dismissively to the young soldier boy. Nik turned his attention fully on Arete, the one woman he’d been inviting back to his bed over and over again for more than a year now. ”You can have you’re fun with others, my darling… but always remember that you are mine to possess.” He bent his head to nibble at her neck, just below her ear, a place he’d learned long ago that would send chills coursing over her and make her just short of the most pliable clay in his hands.
’Go away Nikos. Can’t you see I’m having fun?’
”Mmm, I can see that. I’m not stopping you.” A sly smile graced his features as the baron watched his mistress tugging the other man’s belt free. The soldier paused in his own fumbling with Arete’s fine peplos and looked at Nikos leaning against a tree trunk just a few feet from the heated duo. Nik waved a hand at him to continue with his play and crossed his arms over his broad chest. This was not the first time he would have watched Arete have a bit of fun with another man. But Nikos always only let it go so far before he intervened. Retta was his to claim after all, he couldn’t have another sully her… too much.
His allowed the two to explore and advance their play, before he tired of merely watching and decided it was time to take the reins. The confident baron stepped forward, wrapped his hand around his lover’s wrist and tagged, intending to tear her from the other man’s arms and wrap her in his own. ”Thank you for warming her up for me… I can take it from here.” he said dismissively to the young soldier boy. Nik turned his attention fully on Arete, the one woman he’d been inviting back to his bed over and over again for more than a year now. ”You can have you’re fun with others, my darling… but always remember that you are mine to possess.” He bent his head to nibble at her neck, just below her ear, a place he’d learned long ago that would send chills coursing over her and make her just short of the most pliable clay in his hands.
