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He’d made a non-commital noise far back in his throat at her comment about the days getting hotter. Her laughter still echoed as he thought back to the last time he’d been here in their hottest season - Artamisios or Agrianos. He couldn’t remember. One of the two but it didn’t really matter which month it had been because the season was the same; heat shimmered even above the water, so hot and humid that it was hard to see distinctly in the distance. Caravans with their camels were warped, dark chains along the Nile and even the palm trees were more color than object. No, she was right. This was positively cool by comparison. The only way to not succumb to such heat was to lay on the deck of the ship under the makeshift shade they set up and no one was to row. It was too fucking not. They’d let the current take them at its own pace.
His gaze drifted toward the Nile in front of them, then, as she spread out another line on her hand. The effects of the drug were already there, but they were a little different than the smoking. He was completely relaxed and would probably put up with almost anything at the moment. Though, when she instructed him to take another line, he smirked at her, arched an eyebrow, and ignored the order.
He watched her gaze trailing him, her eyes looking glassy and unfocused enough to look like she was experiencing the better part of the drug than he was. Though, truthfully, he was only more sober than she was - not sober enough for other people. As she scooted closer, his smirk softed a very little and he shifted so that he could take her hand. She wanted him to take more powder? Fine. He could do that.
Keeping hold of her in a gentle but firm hold, he reached into the box and made the line on the back of her hand, nodding as she asked if she’d made the right choice. “Most definitely,” he said slowly. Using his index finger, he nudged the powder across her skin until it formed a perfect line. Then, he lifted her hand so he could reach it and did as she’d told him to do a few minutes ago but he brushed his lips against the backs of her fingers first. Then he did the line and pulled back, holding the bridge of his nose as his eyes watered again.
He lay back on the ground and looked up into the branches above them, both arms flung out on either side of him, one knee up and one leg stretched out. “Come here,” he said and without looking, motioned for her to lay against him. “Look.” If she did it, she’d see a brightly colored bird with vivid blue wings and a ruby head, sitting at the very edges of the branches of the tree, its eyes on the water. Lukos pointed to it.
He didn’t know what to call it in coptic and called it a bird in Greek instead. For some reason he was feeling a little too languid to even bother with much speaking. There were things he’d wanted to ask her that were now in the furthest recesses of his mind. Inane questions but they would have been interesting to know.
The bird tore away from the branch and dove straight into the Nile. It surged upward, wings pumping, a flashing, flapping fish in its crimson beak. He watched with interest but he didn’t sit up to point. Instead his gaze traveled from the bird to the branches, back down to the woman next to him. He looked from her dark eyes down to her kalasiris and ran his tongue along his teeth. Thank the gods for Egpytian linen. It was nearly sheer. Not quite...but oh so close. The dress itself though was not like the Greek ones, where all he had to do was unpin it and it was off. This one seemed a touch more complicated.
"You do this a lot?" he asked, motioning over her to the box sitting on her other side.
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He’d made a non-commital noise far back in his throat at her comment about the days getting hotter. Her laughter still echoed as he thought back to the last time he’d been here in their hottest season - Artamisios or Agrianos. He couldn’t remember. One of the two but it didn’t really matter which month it had been because the season was the same; heat shimmered even above the water, so hot and humid that it was hard to see distinctly in the distance. Caravans with their camels were warped, dark chains along the Nile and even the palm trees were more color than object. No, she was right. This was positively cool by comparison. The only way to not succumb to such heat was to lay on the deck of the ship under the makeshift shade they set up and no one was to row. It was too fucking not. They’d let the current take them at its own pace.
His gaze drifted toward the Nile in front of them, then, as she spread out another line on her hand. The effects of the drug were already there, but they were a little different than the smoking. He was completely relaxed and would probably put up with almost anything at the moment. Though, when she instructed him to take another line, he smirked at her, arched an eyebrow, and ignored the order.
He watched her gaze trailing him, her eyes looking glassy and unfocused enough to look like she was experiencing the better part of the drug than he was. Though, truthfully, he was only more sober than she was - not sober enough for other people. As she scooted closer, his smirk softed a very little and he shifted so that he could take her hand. She wanted him to take more powder? Fine. He could do that.
Keeping hold of her in a gentle but firm hold, he reached into the box and made the line on the back of her hand, nodding as she asked if she’d made the right choice. “Most definitely,” he said slowly. Using his index finger, he nudged the powder across her skin until it formed a perfect line. Then, he lifted her hand so he could reach it and did as she’d told him to do a few minutes ago but he brushed his lips against the backs of her fingers first. Then he did the line and pulled back, holding the bridge of his nose as his eyes watered again.
He lay back on the ground and looked up into the branches above them, both arms flung out on either side of him, one knee up and one leg stretched out. “Come here,” he said and without looking, motioned for her to lay against him. “Look.” If she did it, she’d see a brightly colored bird with vivid blue wings and a ruby head, sitting at the very edges of the branches of the tree, its eyes on the water. Lukos pointed to it.
He didn’t know what to call it in coptic and called it a bird in Greek instead. For some reason he was feeling a little too languid to even bother with much speaking. There were things he’d wanted to ask her that were now in the furthest recesses of his mind. Inane questions but they would have been interesting to know.
The bird tore away from the branch and dove straight into the Nile. It surged upward, wings pumping, a flashing, flapping fish in its crimson beak. He watched with interest but he didn’t sit up to point. Instead his gaze traveled from the bird to the branches, back down to the woman next to him. He looked from her dark eyes down to her kalasiris and ran his tongue along his teeth. Thank the gods for Egpytian linen. It was nearly sheer. Not quite...but oh so close. The dress itself though was not like the Greek ones, where all he had to do was unpin it and it was off. This one seemed a touch more complicated.
"You do this a lot?" he asked, motioning over her to the box sitting on her other side.
He’d made a non-commital noise far back in his throat at her comment about the days getting hotter. Her laughter still echoed as he thought back to the last time he’d been here in their hottest season - Artamisios or Agrianos. He couldn’t remember. One of the two but it didn’t really matter which month it had been because the season was the same; heat shimmered even above the water, so hot and humid that it was hard to see distinctly in the distance. Caravans with their camels were warped, dark chains along the Nile and even the palm trees were more color than object. No, she was right. This was positively cool by comparison. The only way to not succumb to such heat was to lay on the deck of the ship under the makeshift shade they set up and no one was to row. It was too fucking not. They’d let the current take them at its own pace.
His gaze drifted toward the Nile in front of them, then, as she spread out another line on her hand. The effects of the drug were already there, but they were a little different than the smoking. He was completely relaxed and would probably put up with almost anything at the moment. Though, when she instructed him to take another line, he smirked at her, arched an eyebrow, and ignored the order.
He watched her gaze trailing him, her eyes looking glassy and unfocused enough to look like she was experiencing the better part of the drug than he was. Though, truthfully, he was only more sober than she was - not sober enough for other people. As she scooted closer, his smirk softed a very little and he shifted so that he could take her hand. She wanted him to take more powder? Fine. He could do that.
Keeping hold of her in a gentle but firm hold, he reached into the box and made the line on the back of her hand, nodding as she asked if she’d made the right choice. “Most definitely,” he said slowly. Using his index finger, he nudged the powder across her skin until it formed a perfect line. Then, he lifted her hand so he could reach it and did as she’d told him to do a few minutes ago but he brushed his lips against the backs of her fingers first. Then he did the line and pulled back, holding the bridge of his nose as his eyes watered again.
He lay back on the ground and looked up into the branches above them, both arms flung out on either side of him, one knee up and one leg stretched out. “Come here,” he said and without looking, motioned for her to lay against him. “Look.” If she did it, she’d see a brightly colored bird with vivid blue wings and a ruby head, sitting at the very edges of the branches of the tree, its eyes on the water. Lukos pointed to it.
He didn’t know what to call it in coptic and called it a bird in Greek instead. For some reason he was feeling a little too languid to even bother with much speaking. There were things he’d wanted to ask her that were now in the furthest recesses of his mind. Inane questions but they would have been interesting to know.
The bird tore away from the branch and dove straight into the Nile. It surged upward, wings pumping, a flashing, flapping fish in its crimson beak. He watched with interest but he didn’t sit up to point. Instead his gaze traveled from the bird to the branches, back down to the woman next to him. He looked from her dark eyes down to her kalasiris and ran his tongue along his teeth. Thank the gods for Egpytian linen. It was nearly sheer. Not quite...but oh so close. The dress itself though was not like the Greek ones, where all he had to do was unpin it and it was off. This one seemed a touch more complicated.
"You do this a lot?" he asked, motioning over her to the box sitting on her other side.
Nia watched with an indolent smile as Lukos took her hand and arranged another line on the back of it. A slow tendril of desire curled its way down her spine when his lips brushed her fingers, gaze hungrily lingering on his face. It was a well-built face with stubbled cheeks and even symmetry, a handsome face she was happier by the moment to have spotted in the port. Her smile only deepened as he breathed in the powder, letting her knuckles brush against his cheek before he released her. Attractive, mysterious, and willing to do drugs with her? The sailor was just her kind of flavor.
She lay readily enough against him when he motioned for her to join him, head pillowed against the warmth of his shoulder with her hand resting atop his chest. Dark eyes followed his to the bright plumage flashing above them, gasping in delight at the bird’s colorful display. Listening to what he called the bird in his native language, she haltingly attempted to repeat it before she offered the word in her own tongue. “It’s beautiful,” she said, watching the bird dip down into the river and catch the fish in its beak. Enthralled, she tracked its progress out over the water until it disappeared before the weight of Lukos’s regard pulled her back to his face and all thoughts of their feathered companion left her mind completely.
There was a heat in his gaze, one so searing she could almost feel it against her skin. His eyes tracked their way down her body much as hers had done so recently to his, subtly angling herself that he might get a better view. Nia was a gorgeous woman, and she knew it. She would never complain about a good-looking man unashamedly admiring her. Then again, who would?
“Not quite every day,” Nia answered his question in a slow murmur, glancing first toward the box, then back up at his face. “But probably more often than I should. At least if you listen to my mother.” Rolling her eyes in long-suffering irritation, she continued, “As if she isn’t just as bad.”
Shifting to her side and propping her head back up so she could get a better look at him, Nia absently ran her fingertip in lazy swirls over his chest. “Really, I drink much more than I use opium, but I don’t tend to keep alcohol long enough to have it stashed anywhere.” Looking at him curiously, she asked with a teasing grin, “What about you? Any other self-indulgent vices besides following beautiful women you’ve never met down the side of a river?” The finger that had been dancing along his chest moved languidly up the front of his throat and over his chin before stopping at his lip with a gentle tap. “Lucky for me you turned out to have that one, hm?”
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Nia watched with an indolent smile as Lukos took her hand and arranged another line on the back of it. A slow tendril of desire curled its way down her spine when his lips brushed her fingers, gaze hungrily lingering on his face. It was a well-built face with stubbled cheeks and even symmetry, a handsome face she was happier by the moment to have spotted in the port. Her smile only deepened as he breathed in the powder, letting her knuckles brush against his cheek before he released her. Attractive, mysterious, and willing to do drugs with her? The sailor was just her kind of flavor.
She lay readily enough against him when he motioned for her to join him, head pillowed against the warmth of his shoulder with her hand resting atop his chest. Dark eyes followed his to the bright plumage flashing above them, gasping in delight at the bird’s colorful display. Listening to what he called the bird in his native language, she haltingly attempted to repeat it before she offered the word in her own tongue. “It’s beautiful,” she said, watching the bird dip down into the river and catch the fish in its beak. Enthralled, she tracked its progress out over the water until it disappeared before the weight of Lukos’s regard pulled her back to his face and all thoughts of their feathered companion left her mind completely.
There was a heat in his gaze, one so searing she could almost feel it against her skin. His eyes tracked their way down her body much as hers had done so recently to his, subtly angling herself that he might get a better view. Nia was a gorgeous woman, and she knew it. She would never complain about a good-looking man unashamedly admiring her. Then again, who would?
“Not quite every day,” Nia answered his question in a slow murmur, glancing first toward the box, then back up at his face. “But probably more often than I should. At least if you listen to my mother.” Rolling her eyes in long-suffering irritation, she continued, “As if she isn’t just as bad.”
Shifting to her side and propping her head back up so she could get a better look at him, Nia absently ran her fingertip in lazy swirls over his chest. “Really, I drink much more than I use opium, but I don’t tend to keep alcohol long enough to have it stashed anywhere.” Looking at him curiously, she asked with a teasing grin, “What about you? Any other self-indulgent vices besides following beautiful women you’ve never met down the side of a river?” The finger that had been dancing along his chest moved languidly up the front of his throat and over his chin before stopping at his lip with a gentle tap. “Lucky for me you turned out to have that one, hm?”
Nia watched with an indolent smile as Lukos took her hand and arranged another line on the back of it. A slow tendril of desire curled its way down her spine when his lips brushed her fingers, gaze hungrily lingering on his face. It was a well-built face with stubbled cheeks and even symmetry, a handsome face she was happier by the moment to have spotted in the port. Her smile only deepened as he breathed in the powder, letting her knuckles brush against his cheek before he released her. Attractive, mysterious, and willing to do drugs with her? The sailor was just her kind of flavor.
She lay readily enough against him when he motioned for her to join him, head pillowed against the warmth of his shoulder with her hand resting atop his chest. Dark eyes followed his to the bright plumage flashing above them, gasping in delight at the bird’s colorful display. Listening to what he called the bird in his native language, she haltingly attempted to repeat it before she offered the word in her own tongue. “It’s beautiful,” she said, watching the bird dip down into the river and catch the fish in its beak. Enthralled, she tracked its progress out over the water until it disappeared before the weight of Lukos’s regard pulled her back to his face and all thoughts of their feathered companion left her mind completely.
There was a heat in his gaze, one so searing she could almost feel it against her skin. His eyes tracked their way down her body much as hers had done so recently to his, subtly angling herself that he might get a better view. Nia was a gorgeous woman, and she knew it. She would never complain about a good-looking man unashamedly admiring her. Then again, who would?
“Not quite every day,” Nia answered his question in a slow murmur, glancing first toward the box, then back up at his face. “But probably more often than I should. At least if you listen to my mother.” Rolling her eyes in long-suffering irritation, she continued, “As if she isn’t just as bad.”
Shifting to her side and propping her head back up so she could get a better look at him, Nia absently ran her fingertip in lazy swirls over his chest. “Really, I drink much more than I use opium, but I don’t tend to keep alcohol long enough to have it stashed anywhere.” Looking at him curiously, she asked with a teasing grin, “What about you? Any other self-indulgent vices besides following beautiful women you’ve never met down the side of a river?” The finger that had been dancing along his chest moved languidly up the front of his throat and over his chin before stopping at his lip with a gentle tap. “Lucky for me you turned out to have that one, hm?”
Not every day? What a relief. Actually, it wouldn’t matter if she did. It wasn’t like this was a promise for anything and if it was, he wouldn’t have come with her. She’d given off the irresistible aura of fun with no strings. By now, if the drugs weren’t involved, he’d have been moving a bit faster than this languid, unhurried, unconcerned pace.
“Your mother meets strangers and takes them to random hideaways too?” Zeus above. Egypt was fucking fantastic. Though, he knew what she meant - not that her mother did the exact same thing as they were doing now, or maybe she did, who cared? But that her mother had her own foibles. Which was just fine. He’d already seen the sort of parenting her mother wanted to do and it suited him just fine.
In Greece, he’d never, ever seen a mother know what her daughter was about to get up to, and just walk away. If only they did. What a better world it would be.
His gaze followed her movements from her face, down her neck, along her arm, and to her wrist and the finger drawing the circles along his chest. Then he let his eyes wander back to hers as she spoke. He knew what being addicted to this stuff they’d just taken looked like. There were lords back in Greece who couldn’t seem to function without it daily. What he did not want, at all, was to get hooked on it. But he liked to play with it every now and then.
“Drinking is better for you,” he said slowly. “In the long run.” When she asked about his vices, he merely smiled at her. “None that come readily to mind,” he lied. “Maybe beautiful women are my only weakness.” When she tapped his lip, he laughed, grabbed her hand, and used it to pull her fully to him. His lips brushed hers and he arched an eyebrow at her as he pulled back for a second. “Lucky, indeed. I was bored to death braiding rope.”
The only thing that had awaited him later was for dark to fall and then he and his crew would have broken off into groups, going to the local taverns and inns to gamble and, if there were enough whores, take one of them too. If not? Tough luck. Thankfully, he’d been presented with a much better opportunity. Whores were fine if there was no other option available. If there was...why on earth would someone go that route?
His eyes had been on hers but they dropped to her mouth again. “You seem intent on trouble,” he murmured. “If not me, what other miscreant would you have picked up?”
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Not every day? What a relief. Actually, it wouldn’t matter if she did. It wasn’t like this was a promise for anything and if it was, he wouldn’t have come with her. She’d given off the irresistible aura of fun with no strings. By now, if the drugs weren’t involved, he’d have been moving a bit faster than this languid, unhurried, unconcerned pace.
“Your mother meets strangers and takes them to random hideaways too?” Zeus above. Egypt was fucking fantastic. Though, he knew what she meant - not that her mother did the exact same thing as they were doing now, or maybe she did, who cared? But that her mother had her own foibles. Which was just fine. He’d already seen the sort of parenting her mother wanted to do and it suited him just fine.
In Greece, he’d never, ever seen a mother know what her daughter was about to get up to, and just walk away. If only they did. What a better world it would be.
His gaze followed her movements from her face, down her neck, along her arm, and to her wrist and the finger drawing the circles along his chest. Then he let his eyes wander back to hers as she spoke. He knew what being addicted to this stuff they’d just taken looked like. There were lords back in Greece who couldn’t seem to function without it daily. What he did not want, at all, was to get hooked on it. But he liked to play with it every now and then.
“Drinking is better for you,” he said slowly. “In the long run.” When she asked about his vices, he merely smiled at her. “None that come readily to mind,” he lied. “Maybe beautiful women are my only weakness.” When she tapped his lip, he laughed, grabbed her hand, and used it to pull her fully to him. His lips brushed hers and he arched an eyebrow at her as he pulled back for a second. “Lucky, indeed. I was bored to death braiding rope.”
The only thing that had awaited him later was for dark to fall and then he and his crew would have broken off into groups, going to the local taverns and inns to gamble and, if there were enough whores, take one of them too. If not? Tough luck. Thankfully, he’d been presented with a much better opportunity. Whores were fine if there was no other option available. If there was...why on earth would someone go that route?
His eyes had been on hers but they dropped to her mouth again. “You seem intent on trouble,” he murmured. “If not me, what other miscreant would you have picked up?”
Not every day? What a relief. Actually, it wouldn’t matter if she did. It wasn’t like this was a promise for anything and if it was, he wouldn’t have come with her. She’d given off the irresistible aura of fun with no strings. By now, if the drugs weren’t involved, he’d have been moving a bit faster than this languid, unhurried, unconcerned pace.
“Your mother meets strangers and takes them to random hideaways too?” Zeus above. Egypt was fucking fantastic. Though, he knew what she meant - not that her mother did the exact same thing as they were doing now, or maybe she did, who cared? But that her mother had her own foibles. Which was just fine. He’d already seen the sort of parenting her mother wanted to do and it suited him just fine.
In Greece, he’d never, ever seen a mother know what her daughter was about to get up to, and just walk away. If only they did. What a better world it would be.
His gaze followed her movements from her face, down her neck, along her arm, and to her wrist and the finger drawing the circles along his chest. Then he let his eyes wander back to hers as she spoke. He knew what being addicted to this stuff they’d just taken looked like. There were lords back in Greece who couldn’t seem to function without it daily. What he did not want, at all, was to get hooked on it. But he liked to play with it every now and then.
“Drinking is better for you,” he said slowly. “In the long run.” When she asked about his vices, he merely smiled at her. “None that come readily to mind,” he lied. “Maybe beautiful women are my only weakness.” When she tapped his lip, he laughed, grabbed her hand, and used it to pull her fully to him. His lips brushed hers and he arched an eyebrow at her as he pulled back for a second. “Lucky, indeed. I was bored to death braiding rope.”
The only thing that had awaited him later was for dark to fall and then he and his crew would have broken off into groups, going to the local taverns and inns to gamble and, if there were enough whores, take one of them too. If not? Tough luck. Thankfully, he’d been presented with a much better opportunity. Whores were fine if there was no other option available. If there was...why on earth would someone go that route?
His eyes had been on hers but they dropped to her mouth again. “You seem intent on trouble,” he murmured. “If not me, what other miscreant would you have picked up?”
The thought of her mother doing such a thing, even in jest, had Nia trapped in a helpless fit of giggles, vehemently shaking her head back and forth. “Gods, the thought of the almighty Iaheru even thinking about trying something so… risky…” She rolled her eyes. “The Nile would dry up first.”
Pulled into his grasp, Neithotep was no longer concerned with talking about her mother. An appreciative sound purred from the back of her throat when his lips brushed hers, her mouth parting under the brief kiss. Cocking a brow at him when he pulled back, she snorted at his assertion that women were his only vice. “Somehow I doubt that’s the case,” she answered drily, even as a smirk curled the corners of her mouth. “In my experience, a man who would so readily follow a stranger to a remote spot only to snort opium with her when he got there usually has more than one weakness.”
Leaning down to catch his mouth with hers again, she lingered for a moment longer, her tongue flicking his lower lip before just barely breaking the contact. Her lips hovered barely an inch above his as she murmured, “Don’t worry, though. I prefer the lie.” One more brief kiss followed her statement before she pulled back to look in his face.
“Why, Lukos,” Nia’s voice was full of mock offense, the hand that wasn’t in his grasp flattened against her chest. “The implication that I would just pick up any old ne’er-do-well off the street—or dock—wounds me. Do you think I’d bring just anyone here? It wouldn’t remain my secret spot for very long that way.” Mirth sparkled deep in her eyes even as she continued, “What’s to say I wasn’t so struck by you that I just couldn’t resist? How do you know that you’re not the first man I’ve ever even touched?”
Nothing could be further from the truth, her coquettish teasing only reinforcing that fact. While it was true that she most often came to this place alone, Lukos was hardly the only man she’d ever led off on a whim. That she’d managed to pull it off with Iaheru in tow was a new experience, however. No one was more surprised about that than her.
Leaning down into his hold, her lips grazed lightly along his neck and stopped just below his ear. “You’re right, though,” she whispered, pushing the hand that held hers to the ground beside his head and pinning it in place. “I’m always intent on trouble.” As if to prove it, her teeth nipped at the tender junction beneath his jaw, her fingers tightening their grasp.
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The thought of her mother doing such a thing, even in jest, had Nia trapped in a helpless fit of giggles, vehemently shaking her head back and forth. “Gods, the thought of the almighty Iaheru even thinking about trying something so… risky…” She rolled her eyes. “The Nile would dry up first.”
Pulled into his grasp, Neithotep was no longer concerned with talking about her mother. An appreciative sound purred from the back of her throat when his lips brushed hers, her mouth parting under the brief kiss. Cocking a brow at him when he pulled back, she snorted at his assertion that women were his only vice. “Somehow I doubt that’s the case,” she answered drily, even as a smirk curled the corners of her mouth. “In my experience, a man who would so readily follow a stranger to a remote spot only to snort opium with her when he got there usually has more than one weakness.”
Leaning down to catch his mouth with hers again, she lingered for a moment longer, her tongue flicking his lower lip before just barely breaking the contact. Her lips hovered barely an inch above his as she murmured, “Don’t worry, though. I prefer the lie.” One more brief kiss followed her statement before she pulled back to look in his face.
“Why, Lukos,” Nia’s voice was full of mock offense, the hand that wasn’t in his grasp flattened against her chest. “The implication that I would just pick up any old ne’er-do-well off the street—or dock—wounds me. Do you think I’d bring just anyone here? It wouldn’t remain my secret spot for very long that way.” Mirth sparkled deep in her eyes even as she continued, “What’s to say I wasn’t so struck by you that I just couldn’t resist? How do you know that you’re not the first man I’ve ever even touched?”
Nothing could be further from the truth, her coquettish teasing only reinforcing that fact. While it was true that she most often came to this place alone, Lukos was hardly the only man she’d ever led off on a whim. That she’d managed to pull it off with Iaheru in tow was a new experience, however. No one was more surprised about that than her.
Leaning down into his hold, her lips grazed lightly along his neck and stopped just below his ear. “You’re right, though,” she whispered, pushing the hand that held hers to the ground beside his head and pinning it in place. “I’m always intent on trouble.” As if to prove it, her teeth nipped at the tender junction beneath his jaw, her fingers tightening their grasp.
The thought of her mother doing such a thing, even in jest, had Nia trapped in a helpless fit of giggles, vehemently shaking her head back and forth. “Gods, the thought of the almighty Iaheru even thinking about trying something so… risky…” She rolled her eyes. “The Nile would dry up first.”
Pulled into his grasp, Neithotep was no longer concerned with talking about her mother. An appreciative sound purred from the back of her throat when his lips brushed hers, her mouth parting under the brief kiss. Cocking a brow at him when he pulled back, she snorted at his assertion that women were his only vice. “Somehow I doubt that’s the case,” she answered drily, even as a smirk curled the corners of her mouth. “In my experience, a man who would so readily follow a stranger to a remote spot only to snort opium with her when he got there usually has more than one weakness.”
Leaning down to catch his mouth with hers again, she lingered for a moment longer, her tongue flicking his lower lip before just barely breaking the contact. Her lips hovered barely an inch above his as she murmured, “Don’t worry, though. I prefer the lie.” One more brief kiss followed her statement before she pulled back to look in his face.
“Why, Lukos,” Nia’s voice was full of mock offense, the hand that wasn’t in his grasp flattened against her chest. “The implication that I would just pick up any old ne’er-do-well off the street—or dock—wounds me. Do you think I’d bring just anyone here? It wouldn’t remain my secret spot for very long that way.” Mirth sparkled deep in her eyes even as she continued, “What’s to say I wasn’t so struck by you that I just couldn’t resist? How do you know that you’re not the first man I’ve ever even touched?”
Nothing could be further from the truth, her coquettish teasing only reinforcing that fact. While it was true that she most often came to this place alone, Lukos was hardly the only man she’d ever led off on a whim. That she’d managed to pull it off with Iaheru in tow was a new experience, however. No one was more surprised about that than her.
Leaning down into his hold, her lips grazed lightly along his neck and stopped just below his ear. “You’re right, though,” she whispered, pushing the hand that held hers to the ground beside his head and pinning it in place. “I’m always intent on trouble.” As if to prove it, her teeth nipped at the tender junction beneath his jaw, her fingers tightening their grasp.
“Iaheru,” he repeated, filing that name in the back of his mind for later. The more people he knew and was connected with, the better. His main focus was Greece but he wanted to build a presence here too. Mostly he came here to pick up slaves, or drugs. Things that sold well, like the ring Nia had let him have - a thing he still found a little baffling. If he could create a network of people who both wanted and needed Greek slaves, for example...he’d be well and truly set.
The kiss, mingled with the effects of the opium made his thoughts filter away until all he was focused on was her lips against his. When she pulled back and said she preferred his lie, he grinned. They didn’t know each other. There was no way on this planet that he was going to divulge his every secret to a beautiful woman. Empires had fallen for less. Probably she wasn’t out to get him or trap him but he wasn’t going to test it. Another kiss swept these thoughts away until he was thinking of nothing at all.
Eventually they broke apart again and he laughed as she protested that she’d pick up just anyone. “Your tongue tells me that I’m far from the first man you’ve touched,” he teased and then propped himself up on his elbows, grinning at her. “That’s alright though. I prefer practiced women to virgins anyway. You know what you’re doing and I don’t feel like teaching someone the ins and outs for just an afternoon of drugs and whatever else we get into.”
She leaned into him then, lips trailing his neck, prompting him to tilt his head a bit. His eyes were closed and he listened as she essentially promised trouble. As soon as she bit him, his arm snaked around her middle and he flipped them over. He hovered over her, done with the tentative teasing. Gripping both her hands, he put them above her head, pressing the backs into the ground as he claimed her mouth.
“So struck, huh?” he bit her lower lip, then kissed her again. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.” Then, because he was curious, “Tell me how a noble woman comes down from on high to bless the poor sailors of the world?” He was far from poor but that was beside the point. What he really wanted to know was why a noble girl, who needed to get married and produce children for a different noble house, wanted to act like his favorite kind of human being and play with commoners. Most women who did this did it because they had to, not because they wanted to. Virtue and all that. Virtue was a bit overrated in his opinion.
While she answered him, he was working his way from her mouth to her neck, trailing lips and teeth across exposed skin. By the end of this, his intention was to have her completely naked but he'd see how far she'd go.
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“Iaheru,” he repeated, filing that name in the back of his mind for later. The more people he knew and was connected with, the better. His main focus was Greece but he wanted to build a presence here too. Mostly he came here to pick up slaves, or drugs. Things that sold well, like the ring Nia had let him have - a thing he still found a little baffling. If he could create a network of people who both wanted and needed Greek slaves, for example...he’d be well and truly set.
The kiss, mingled with the effects of the opium made his thoughts filter away until all he was focused on was her lips against his. When she pulled back and said she preferred his lie, he grinned. They didn’t know each other. There was no way on this planet that he was going to divulge his every secret to a beautiful woman. Empires had fallen for less. Probably she wasn’t out to get him or trap him but he wasn’t going to test it. Another kiss swept these thoughts away until he was thinking of nothing at all.
Eventually they broke apart again and he laughed as she protested that she’d pick up just anyone. “Your tongue tells me that I’m far from the first man you’ve touched,” he teased and then propped himself up on his elbows, grinning at her. “That’s alright though. I prefer practiced women to virgins anyway. You know what you’re doing and I don’t feel like teaching someone the ins and outs for just an afternoon of drugs and whatever else we get into.”
She leaned into him then, lips trailing his neck, prompting him to tilt his head a bit. His eyes were closed and he listened as she essentially promised trouble. As soon as she bit him, his arm snaked around her middle and he flipped them over. He hovered over her, done with the tentative teasing. Gripping both her hands, he put them above her head, pressing the backs into the ground as he claimed her mouth.
“So struck, huh?” he bit her lower lip, then kissed her again. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.” Then, because he was curious, “Tell me how a noble woman comes down from on high to bless the poor sailors of the world?” He was far from poor but that was beside the point. What he really wanted to know was why a noble girl, who needed to get married and produce children for a different noble house, wanted to act like his favorite kind of human being and play with commoners. Most women who did this did it because they had to, not because they wanted to. Virtue and all that. Virtue was a bit overrated in his opinion.
While she answered him, he was working his way from her mouth to her neck, trailing lips and teeth across exposed skin. By the end of this, his intention was to have her completely naked but he'd see how far she'd go.
“Iaheru,” he repeated, filing that name in the back of his mind for later. The more people he knew and was connected with, the better. His main focus was Greece but he wanted to build a presence here too. Mostly he came here to pick up slaves, or drugs. Things that sold well, like the ring Nia had let him have - a thing he still found a little baffling. If he could create a network of people who both wanted and needed Greek slaves, for example...he’d be well and truly set.
The kiss, mingled with the effects of the opium made his thoughts filter away until all he was focused on was her lips against his. When she pulled back and said she preferred his lie, he grinned. They didn’t know each other. There was no way on this planet that he was going to divulge his every secret to a beautiful woman. Empires had fallen for less. Probably she wasn’t out to get him or trap him but he wasn’t going to test it. Another kiss swept these thoughts away until he was thinking of nothing at all.
Eventually they broke apart again and he laughed as she protested that she’d pick up just anyone. “Your tongue tells me that I’m far from the first man you’ve touched,” he teased and then propped himself up on his elbows, grinning at her. “That’s alright though. I prefer practiced women to virgins anyway. You know what you’re doing and I don’t feel like teaching someone the ins and outs for just an afternoon of drugs and whatever else we get into.”
She leaned into him then, lips trailing his neck, prompting him to tilt his head a bit. His eyes were closed and he listened as she essentially promised trouble. As soon as she bit him, his arm snaked around her middle and he flipped them over. He hovered over her, done with the tentative teasing. Gripping both her hands, he put them above her head, pressing the backs into the ground as he claimed her mouth.
“So struck, huh?” he bit her lower lip, then kissed her again. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.” Then, because he was curious, “Tell me how a noble woman comes down from on high to bless the poor sailors of the world?” He was far from poor but that was beside the point. What he really wanted to know was why a noble girl, who needed to get married and produce children for a different noble house, wanted to act like his favorite kind of human being and play with commoners. Most women who did this did it because they had to, not because they wanted to. Virtue and all that. Virtue was a bit overrated in his opinion.
While she answered him, he was working his way from her mouth to her neck, trailing lips and teeth across exposed skin. By the end of this, his intention was to have her completely naked but he'd see how far she'd go.
Nia’s breath hissed between her teeth when he shifted their position, the heat in her gaze roaring to life as his hands pinned hers above her head. Teeth pulled at her lip, a groan rumbling in her throat as her eyes fluttered closed. I’ll bet you say that to all the boys. She grinned. “Only the particularly handsome ones,” she purred in return, her head tilting to the side while his lips found their way down her throat.
His next question made her pause, her train of thought muddled by his teeth scraping against her skin. “With her own two feet, of course,” she replied with a breathless chuckle, eyes momentarily opening to catch his in a mischievous gaze. “I’m not sure if you know this, Lukos, but life in a noble House can be dreadfully boring, especially if you’re a woman.”
She gasped softly when his lips found a particularly sensitive area at the bend of her neck and shoulder, fingers digging into the hands that held hers prone. Pinned down as she was, there wasn’t much she could do to reciprocate, one of her legs curling around his to pull him in closer. Her body yearned into his, her heart picking up its pace.
“You’re expected to act a certain way, to speak a certain way, and I’ve… never done that well.” She laughed; as if he hadn’t already figured that out. How many noblewomen had he willingly pinned to the mossy ground of a riverbank? She doubted there were many. “Nor do I cope well with idle boredom. But luckily, I’m just a middle child, and a girl at that. Most of my family’s attention is focused on their… better… children.” She took a moment to catch her breath before she continued, “Which is how I prefer it. The fact that my mother just walked away today…” She snorted, shaking her head in disbelief. “Had it been my older sister, she never would have done such a thing. Then again, Nef running off with a strange man isn’t something she’d ever need to worry about. I think she’s just finally started to accept I’m a lost cause.”
A slow, catlike smile spread over Nia’s lips, her leg wrapping a little more firmly around his. “But that’s enough talking for now, don’t you think?” she murmured in his ear. “I’d rather bless this ‘poor sailor’ in a… different… way for a while.”
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Nia’s breath hissed between her teeth when he shifted their position, the heat in her gaze roaring to life as his hands pinned hers above her head. Teeth pulled at her lip, a groan rumbling in her throat as her eyes fluttered closed. I’ll bet you say that to all the boys. She grinned. “Only the particularly handsome ones,” she purred in return, her head tilting to the side while his lips found their way down her throat.
His next question made her pause, her train of thought muddled by his teeth scraping against her skin. “With her own two feet, of course,” she replied with a breathless chuckle, eyes momentarily opening to catch his in a mischievous gaze. “I’m not sure if you know this, Lukos, but life in a noble House can be dreadfully boring, especially if you’re a woman.”
She gasped softly when his lips found a particularly sensitive area at the bend of her neck and shoulder, fingers digging into the hands that held hers prone. Pinned down as she was, there wasn’t much she could do to reciprocate, one of her legs curling around his to pull him in closer. Her body yearned into his, her heart picking up its pace.
“You’re expected to act a certain way, to speak a certain way, and I’ve… never done that well.” She laughed; as if he hadn’t already figured that out. How many noblewomen had he willingly pinned to the mossy ground of a riverbank? She doubted there were many. “Nor do I cope well with idle boredom. But luckily, I’m just a middle child, and a girl at that. Most of my family’s attention is focused on their… better… children.” She took a moment to catch her breath before she continued, “Which is how I prefer it. The fact that my mother just walked away today…” She snorted, shaking her head in disbelief. “Had it been my older sister, she never would have done such a thing. Then again, Nef running off with a strange man isn’t something she’d ever need to worry about. I think she’s just finally started to accept I’m a lost cause.”
A slow, catlike smile spread over Nia’s lips, her leg wrapping a little more firmly around his. “But that’s enough talking for now, don’t you think?” she murmured in his ear. “I’d rather bless this ‘poor sailor’ in a… different… way for a while.”
Nia’s breath hissed between her teeth when he shifted their position, the heat in her gaze roaring to life as his hands pinned hers above her head. Teeth pulled at her lip, a groan rumbling in her throat as her eyes fluttered closed. I’ll bet you say that to all the boys. She grinned. “Only the particularly handsome ones,” she purred in return, her head tilting to the side while his lips found their way down her throat.
His next question made her pause, her train of thought muddled by his teeth scraping against her skin. “With her own two feet, of course,” she replied with a breathless chuckle, eyes momentarily opening to catch his in a mischievous gaze. “I’m not sure if you know this, Lukos, but life in a noble House can be dreadfully boring, especially if you’re a woman.”
She gasped softly when his lips found a particularly sensitive area at the bend of her neck and shoulder, fingers digging into the hands that held hers prone. Pinned down as she was, there wasn’t much she could do to reciprocate, one of her legs curling around his to pull him in closer. Her body yearned into his, her heart picking up its pace.
“You’re expected to act a certain way, to speak a certain way, and I’ve… never done that well.” She laughed; as if he hadn’t already figured that out. How many noblewomen had he willingly pinned to the mossy ground of a riverbank? She doubted there were many. “Nor do I cope well with idle boredom. But luckily, I’m just a middle child, and a girl at that. Most of my family’s attention is focused on their… better… children.” She took a moment to catch her breath before she continued, “Which is how I prefer it. The fact that my mother just walked away today…” She snorted, shaking her head in disbelief. “Had it been my older sister, she never would have done such a thing. Then again, Nef running off with a strange man isn’t something she’d ever need to worry about. I think she’s just finally started to accept I’m a lost cause.”
A slow, catlike smile spread over Nia’s lips, her leg wrapping a little more firmly around his. “But that’s enough talking for now, don’t you think?” she murmured in his ear. “I’d rather bless this ‘poor sailor’ in a… different… way for a while.”
The heat in her gaze seared into him like fire burning through his veins. It was impossible to ignore and he didn’t want to. She was gorgeous and had so thoroughly arrested his attention in a way few people managed to do. Mostly he liked to while away his time until he was bored and then he’d leave. They could spend the rest of today and tonight exploring options to do one thing or another and he still didn’t see himself growing tired of her company. Especially if she kept pulling out the stops, like she was making it seem. Drugs hidden here, perhaps wine hidden there. What other trouble could they find? Who knew. His mind wandered in hazy, nefarious directions while she kept his tongue busy.
Finally he pulled back enough to look at her, his eyes half lidded and not overly interested in conversing either, but unable to stop himself. “Noble life might be boring,” he let go of one of her hands to run his hand up her side. “But it sure looks comfortable. Comfortably boring.” What a concept. With her legs around his hips, he let go of her other hand and smoothed his hands up the back of her thighs, pushing her dress up until he reached the base of her ass.
“Hmm.” He grinned and settled onto his side, rolling them over until she sat straddling him again. Then he sat up, and smirked at her. Her chest was nearly level with his face. His gaze dropped there and then slowly worked its way back up to her face. “And this dress comes off...how?”
Obviously he could make it work with her still clothed, but why? The day was steamy, she was hot, he wanted to see. Never mind that he was still fully clothed except for shoes. That was much less of a concern at the moment.
He was not bothered with anyone spying them from here. The reeds were tall and there was nothing on this side of the riverbank to draw anyone over. Aside from that, the drugs had taken care of what little inhibitions he had anyway. Probably someone could come stand over them at this point and he’d open his arm and ask them to join.
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The heat in her gaze seared into him like fire burning through his veins. It was impossible to ignore and he didn’t want to. She was gorgeous and had so thoroughly arrested his attention in a way few people managed to do. Mostly he liked to while away his time until he was bored and then he’d leave. They could spend the rest of today and tonight exploring options to do one thing or another and he still didn’t see himself growing tired of her company. Especially if she kept pulling out the stops, like she was making it seem. Drugs hidden here, perhaps wine hidden there. What other trouble could they find? Who knew. His mind wandered in hazy, nefarious directions while she kept his tongue busy.
Finally he pulled back enough to look at her, his eyes half lidded and not overly interested in conversing either, but unable to stop himself. “Noble life might be boring,” he let go of one of her hands to run his hand up her side. “But it sure looks comfortable. Comfortably boring.” What a concept. With her legs around his hips, he let go of her other hand and smoothed his hands up the back of her thighs, pushing her dress up until he reached the base of her ass.
“Hmm.” He grinned and settled onto his side, rolling them over until she sat straddling him again. Then he sat up, and smirked at her. Her chest was nearly level with his face. His gaze dropped there and then slowly worked its way back up to her face. “And this dress comes off...how?”
Obviously he could make it work with her still clothed, but why? The day was steamy, she was hot, he wanted to see. Never mind that he was still fully clothed except for shoes. That was much less of a concern at the moment.
He was not bothered with anyone spying them from here. The reeds were tall and there was nothing on this side of the riverbank to draw anyone over. Aside from that, the drugs had taken care of what little inhibitions he had anyway. Probably someone could come stand over them at this point and he’d open his arm and ask them to join.
The heat in her gaze seared into him like fire burning through his veins. It was impossible to ignore and he didn’t want to. She was gorgeous and had so thoroughly arrested his attention in a way few people managed to do. Mostly he liked to while away his time until he was bored and then he’d leave. They could spend the rest of today and tonight exploring options to do one thing or another and he still didn’t see himself growing tired of her company. Especially if she kept pulling out the stops, like she was making it seem. Drugs hidden here, perhaps wine hidden there. What other trouble could they find? Who knew. His mind wandered in hazy, nefarious directions while she kept his tongue busy.
Finally he pulled back enough to look at her, his eyes half lidded and not overly interested in conversing either, but unable to stop himself. “Noble life might be boring,” he let go of one of her hands to run his hand up her side. “But it sure looks comfortable. Comfortably boring.” What a concept. With her legs around his hips, he let go of her other hand and smoothed his hands up the back of her thighs, pushing her dress up until he reached the base of her ass.
“Hmm.” He grinned and settled onto his side, rolling them over until she sat straddling him again. Then he sat up, and smirked at her. Her chest was nearly level with his face. His gaze dropped there and then slowly worked its way back up to her face. “And this dress comes off...how?”
Obviously he could make it work with her still clothed, but why? The day was steamy, she was hot, he wanted to see. Never mind that he was still fully clothed except for shoes. That was much less of a concern at the moment.
He was not bothered with anyone spying them from here. The reeds were tall and there was nothing on this side of the riverbank to draw anyone over. Aside from that, the drugs had taken care of what little inhibitions he had anyway. Probably someone could come stand over them at this point and he’d open his arm and ask them to join.
Large hands pushed up the fabric of her kalasiris, the smile on her lips only getting that much wider. “Comfortable, maybe, but I’d rather be excited,” Nia replied with a breathless giggle as Lukos shifted their position once again. As if to prove it, her hips moved in a teasing grind against him, grabbing one of the hands fiddling with the fabric of her gown.
“Just like this,” she murmured in reply, guiding his hand to the knot beneath her breasts that kept the gown in place. Fingers slid between his to silently urge him to undo the tie, her free hand reaching up to unfasten the clasp that held her simple collar in place. Setting it to the side, she’d wait for the knot to be inevitably loosened before easing his hands away and pushing the airy linen back from her shoulders.
A beautifully wrought and deliciously curved form was revealed, Neithotep’s youthful body taut and nubile. The curve of her breasts was accentuated by the dip of her waist and gently rounded hips, her delicately bronzed skin smooth and unblemished. She’d let him enjoy the sight for a few seconds before leaning in for a kiss, her tongue snaking between his lips.
“See? Not that complicated,” she teased, pulling back for a moment as she pushed the rest of the dress away. One hand sunk into his hair while her teeth pulled at his lip, the other hand busily searching for the quickest and most efficient way to rip away his own clothes. It wasn’t fair that she should be nude and he remain clothed; she’d been daydreaming about what he looked like beneath those clothes all afternoon, and she had every intention of seeing if reality matched imagination.
Delicate fingers slid beneath the hem of his shirt and tugged upward, her other hand joining its mate and sliding the fabric along a muscled torso. Shifting in his lap, her mouth followed the trail of her fingers, teasing up his sternum to stop at the base of his throat. Peeling his shirt up and over his head, she tossed it to the side to join her own rumpled kalasiris before leaning back to take him in.
Reality even surpassed imagination, Nia unable to stop the hand that roamed appreciatively along the defined flesh of his abs. “Remind me to make a stop in Greece sometime,” she said with a laugh, fingertips trailing down his side to stop at the hem of his trousers. “I feel like I’ve been deprived being around only Egyptian men my whole life.”
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Large hands pushed up the fabric of her kalasiris, the smile on her lips only getting that much wider. “Comfortable, maybe, but I’d rather be excited,” Nia replied with a breathless giggle as Lukos shifted their position once again. As if to prove it, her hips moved in a teasing grind against him, grabbing one of the hands fiddling with the fabric of her gown.
“Just like this,” she murmured in reply, guiding his hand to the knot beneath her breasts that kept the gown in place. Fingers slid between his to silently urge him to undo the tie, her free hand reaching up to unfasten the clasp that held her simple collar in place. Setting it to the side, she’d wait for the knot to be inevitably loosened before easing his hands away and pushing the airy linen back from her shoulders.
A beautifully wrought and deliciously curved form was revealed, Neithotep’s youthful body taut and nubile. The curve of her breasts was accentuated by the dip of her waist and gently rounded hips, her delicately bronzed skin smooth and unblemished. She’d let him enjoy the sight for a few seconds before leaning in for a kiss, her tongue snaking between his lips.
“See? Not that complicated,” she teased, pulling back for a moment as she pushed the rest of the dress away. One hand sunk into his hair while her teeth pulled at his lip, the other hand busily searching for the quickest and most efficient way to rip away his own clothes. It wasn’t fair that she should be nude and he remain clothed; she’d been daydreaming about what he looked like beneath those clothes all afternoon, and she had every intention of seeing if reality matched imagination.
Delicate fingers slid beneath the hem of his shirt and tugged upward, her other hand joining its mate and sliding the fabric along a muscled torso. Shifting in his lap, her mouth followed the trail of her fingers, teasing up his sternum to stop at the base of his throat. Peeling his shirt up and over his head, she tossed it to the side to join her own rumpled kalasiris before leaning back to take him in.
Reality even surpassed imagination, Nia unable to stop the hand that roamed appreciatively along the defined flesh of his abs. “Remind me to make a stop in Greece sometime,” she said with a laugh, fingertips trailing down his side to stop at the hem of his trousers. “I feel like I’ve been deprived being around only Egyptian men my whole life.”
Large hands pushed up the fabric of her kalasiris, the smile on her lips only getting that much wider. “Comfortable, maybe, but I’d rather be excited,” Nia replied with a breathless giggle as Lukos shifted their position once again. As if to prove it, her hips moved in a teasing grind against him, grabbing one of the hands fiddling with the fabric of her gown.
“Just like this,” she murmured in reply, guiding his hand to the knot beneath her breasts that kept the gown in place. Fingers slid between his to silently urge him to undo the tie, her free hand reaching up to unfasten the clasp that held her simple collar in place. Setting it to the side, she’d wait for the knot to be inevitably loosened before easing his hands away and pushing the airy linen back from her shoulders.
A beautifully wrought and deliciously curved form was revealed, Neithotep’s youthful body taut and nubile. The curve of her breasts was accentuated by the dip of her waist and gently rounded hips, her delicately bronzed skin smooth and unblemished. She’d let him enjoy the sight for a few seconds before leaning in for a kiss, her tongue snaking between his lips.
“See? Not that complicated,” she teased, pulling back for a moment as she pushed the rest of the dress away. One hand sunk into his hair while her teeth pulled at his lip, the other hand busily searching for the quickest and most efficient way to rip away his own clothes. It wasn’t fair that she should be nude and he remain clothed; she’d been daydreaming about what he looked like beneath those clothes all afternoon, and she had every intention of seeing if reality matched imagination.
Delicate fingers slid beneath the hem of his shirt and tugged upward, her other hand joining its mate and sliding the fabric along a muscled torso. Shifting in his lap, her mouth followed the trail of her fingers, teasing up his sternum to stop at the base of his throat. Peeling his shirt up and over his head, she tossed it to the side to join her own rumpled kalasiris before leaning back to take him in.
Reality even surpassed imagination, Nia unable to stop the hand that roamed appreciatively along the defined flesh of his abs. “Remind me to make a stop in Greece sometime,” she said with a laugh, fingertips trailing down his side to stop at the hem of his trousers. “I feel like I’ve been deprived being around only Egyptian men my whole life.”
His dark eyes met hers for the briefest instant before dropping back down to where her fingers were unworking the knot on her dress. At first, he’d assumed she would keep untying it but when she took his hand, he understood her to want him to do it for her. Easily done. Ropes and knots were things he used every single day. A weird skill that was especially useful in this case.
The fabric slid down her body, pooling around her hips. He let his gaze wander over her while his hands slid up her hips, along her side to cup the curve of her breasts. His attention was diverted when she leaned down, drawing him into a kiss. With the drug still in his system, time didn’t mean all that much. They could have been kissing for a few seconds or a few minutes. It was hard to tell but he wasn’t ready for her to pull away when she did. He followed her a bit until she started to speak and shift the rest of the way out of her dress.
His smirk returned when her fingers tangled in his hand and her other hand trailed under his shirt. He let her toy for a moment or two before he leaned back as she kissed along his chest. Between the two of them, they got rid of his shirt. He wasn’t totally sure where it landed but he didn’t care if he ever saw it again. “Aw,” he crooned, teasing her in return as he felt her fingers curl into the top of his pants. “So I am a first of sorts. How sweet.”
Laying back, he grinned up at her and put both hands on her ass, using that to scoot her up onto his stomach so that he could shimmy out of his pants. Once those were off, he pulled her down, burying his hands in her hair, tasting her mouth once more. She was exactly what he’d hoped she’d be; all soft curves and beautifully proportioned. The kind of woman that men fantasized about but rarely had. He waited until he felt her body relax a little before reaching between her legs to tease her with small, frustratingly slow circles. His grin against her lips was wicked. Mostly he was goading her into not being still. Some girls liked to do that and he didn't tolerate it.
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His dark eyes met hers for the briefest instant before dropping back down to where her fingers were unworking the knot on her dress. At first, he’d assumed she would keep untying it but when she took his hand, he understood her to want him to do it for her. Easily done. Ropes and knots were things he used every single day. A weird skill that was especially useful in this case.
The fabric slid down her body, pooling around her hips. He let his gaze wander over her while his hands slid up her hips, along her side to cup the curve of her breasts. His attention was diverted when she leaned down, drawing him into a kiss. With the drug still in his system, time didn’t mean all that much. They could have been kissing for a few seconds or a few minutes. It was hard to tell but he wasn’t ready for her to pull away when she did. He followed her a bit until she started to speak and shift the rest of the way out of her dress.
His smirk returned when her fingers tangled in his hand and her other hand trailed under his shirt. He let her toy for a moment or two before he leaned back as she kissed along his chest. Between the two of them, they got rid of his shirt. He wasn’t totally sure where it landed but he didn’t care if he ever saw it again. “Aw,” he crooned, teasing her in return as he felt her fingers curl into the top of his pants. “So I am a first of sorts. How sweet.”
Laying back, he grinned up at her and put both hands on her ass, using that to scoot her up onto his stomach so that he could shimmy out of his pants. Once those were off, he pulled her down, burying his hands in her hair, tasting her mouth once more. She was exactly what he’d hoped she’d be; all soft curves and beautifully proportioned. The kind of woman that men fantasized about but rarely had. He waited until he felt her body relax a little before reaching between her legs to tease her with small, frustratingly slow circles. His grin against her lips was wicked. Mostly he was goading her into not being still. Some girls liked to do that and he didn't tolerate it.
His dark eyes met hers for the briefest instant before dropping back down to where her fingers were unworking the knot on her dress. At first, he’d assumed she would keep untying it but when she took his hand, he understood her to want him to do it for her. Easily done. Ropes and knots were things he used every single day. A weird skill that was especially useful in this case.
The fabric slid down her body, pooling around her hips. He let his gaze wander over her while his hands slid up her hips, along her side to cup the curve of her breasts. His attention was diverted when she leaned down, drawing him into a kiss. With the drug still in his system, time didn’t mean all that much. They could have been kissing for a few seconds or a few minutes. It was hard to tell but he wasn’t ready for her to pull away when she did. He followed her a bit until she started to speak and shift the rest of the way out of her dress.
His smirk returned when her fingers tangled in his hand and her other hand trailed under his shirt. He let her toy for a moment or two before he leaned back as she kissed along his chest. Between the two of them, they got rid of his shirt. He wasn’t totally sure where it landed but he didn’t care if he ever saw it again. “Aw,” he crooned, teasing her in return as he felt her fingers curl into the top of his pants. “So I am a first of sorts. How sweet.”
Laying back, he grinned up at her and put both hands on her ass, using that to scoot her up onto his stomach so that he could shimmy out of his pants. Once those were off, he pulled her down, burying his hands in her hair, tasting her mouth once more. She was exactly what he’d hoped she’d be; all soft curves and beautifully proportioned. The kind of woman that men fantasized about but rarely had. He waited until he felt her body relax a little before reaching between her legs to tease her with small, frustratingly slow circles. His grin against her lips was wicked. Mostly he was goading her into not being still. Some girls liked to do that and he didn't tolerate it.
“Of sorts,” she agreed with a soft laugh before her lips were swept up in his again, silencing anything else she might have said. Nia’s hands teasingly roamed down the planes and contours of his body while her mouth tangled with his, a restless clash of lips, teeth, and tongue that had her pulse racing and her breath short. The torrid day was no longer a concern in the heat of Lukos’s embrace, the sweat gathering on her brow for an entirely different reason now.
Nia groaned into his kiss when his fingers found their target, nails curling into his shoulder. His pace was agonizingly slow, a little whine forming in her back of her throat as she pushed back against his hand. “Oh, you like to tease, do you?” she pulled away just enough to whisper, grabbing his wrist to halt his motions. “I can also play that game, you know.”
Slowly pulling his hand up to her mouth, she caught his dark gaze with her own, let her tongue snake around the first two fingers, and sucked them into her mouth up to the second knuckle. The look in her eye was just as wicked as his before she drew them in a little deeper, then languidly withdrew to nibble at the tips. Grinding against his now bare pelvis and draping her arms around his neck, she pressed herself flush to his body.
“I might even be better at it,” she murmured in his ear before biting on the lobe, much harder than she had before. If he wanted to goad her, she could do the same. She was hardly one to lay still while her partner did all the work. Nia was willing to bet she was a far cry from most of the women Lukos had been with before, and she intended to give him a day to remember. At this rate, she’d happily give him more than just the day, but a Greek sailor in an Egyptian port? She doubted he’d be lingering long.
But for however long he did stay… she’d make sure it was a stay he wouldn’t soon forget.
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“Of sorts,” she agreed with a soft laugh before her lips were swept up in his again, silencing anything else she might have said. Nia’s hands teasingly roamed down the planes and contours of his body while her mouth tangled with his, a restless clash of lips, teeth, and tongue that had her pulse racing and her breath short. The torrid day was no longer a concern in the heat of Lukos’s embrace, the sweat gathering on her brow for an entirely different reason now.
Nia groaned into his kiss when his fingers found their target, nails curling into his shoulder. His pace was agonizingly slow, a little whine forming in her back of her throat as she pushed back against his hand. “Oh, you like to tease, do you?” she pulled away just enough to whisper, grabbing his wrist to halt his motions. “I can also play that game, you know.”
Slowly pulling his hand up to her mouth, she caught his dark gaze with her own, let her tongue snake around the first two fingers, and sucked them into her mouth up to the second knuckle. The look in her eye was just as wicked as his before she drew them in a little deeper, then languidly withdrew to nibble at the tips. Grinding against his now bare pelvis and draping her arms around his neck, she pressed herself flush to his body.
“I might even be better at it,” she murmured in his ear before biting on the lobe, much harder than she had before. If he wanted to goad her, she could do the same. She was hardly one to lay still while her partner did all the work. Nia was willing to bet she was a far cry from most of the women Lukos had been with before, and she intended to give him a day to remember. At this rate, she’d happily give him more than just the day, but a Greek sailor in an Egyptian port? She doubted he’d be lingering long.
But for however long he did stay… she’d make sure it was a stay he wouldn’t soon forget.
“Of sorts,” she agreed with a soft laugh before her lips were swept up in his again, silencing anything else she might have said. Nia’s hands teasingly roamed down the planes and contours of his body while her mouth tangled with his, a restless clash of lips, teeth, and tongue that had her pulse racing and her breath short. The torrid day was no longer a concern in the heat of Lukos’s embrace, the sweat gathering on her brow for an entirely different reason now.
Nia groaned into his kiss when his fingers found their target, nails curling into his shoulder. His pace was agonizingly slow, a little whine forming in her back of her throat as she pushed back against his hand. “Oh, you like to tease, do you?” she pulled away just enough to whisper, grabbing his wrist to halt his motions. “I can also play that game, you know.”
Slowly pulling his hand up to her mouth, she caught his dark gaze with her own, let her tongue snake around the first two fingers, and sucked them into her mouth up to the second knuckle. The look in her eye was just as wicked as his before she drew them in a little deeper, then languidly withdrew to nibble at the tips. Grinding against his now bare pelvis and draping her arms around his neck, she pressed herself flush to his body.
“I might even be better at it,” she murmured in his ear before biting on the lobe, much harder than she had before. If he wanted to goad her, she could do the same. She was hardly one to lay still while her partner did all the work. Nia was willing to bet she was a far cry from most of the women Lukos had been with before, and she intended to give him a day to remember. At this rate, she’d happily give him more than just the day, but a Greek sailor in an Egyptian port? She doubted he’d be lingering long.
But for however long he did stay… she’d make sure it was a stay he wouldn’t soon forget.
The momentary pain of her nails against his skin quickened his pulse like nothing else. He wanted to make her do it more so that he had claw marks up and down his back. Her whine was music and he laughed when she pulled away, accusing him. “I love to tease.” His grin remained when she took him by the wrist but faded as he frowned a little, confused as to what she was doing, although he figured it out a second before her lips met his fingers.
His lips parted with hers and he watched in fascination as she worked her tongue, tasting herself and giving him a very good idea about what else she knew how to do. His gaze never left hers. She let go of his wrist and he settled his hands on her hips, pushing her down harder as she ground against him. His smirk returned.
“Better? Maybe. Or maybe I underestimated who I’m dealing with.” That turned out to be proved true as soon as she bit him fairly hard. He laughed softly, deep in his chest. It was a dark sound. He sat up, tonguing his teeth for a second, considering her. “You like to play?” he asked. Then he gripped her harder to keep her from falling too hard as he moved them both onto their side. His arm snaked around her middle, and almost with the thought, had her on her stomach. Lifting her hips so that he could get at her, one knee between her thighs, he pushed them apart and leaned over her, pausing once he felt himself at her opening.
His chest pressed into her back and he kissed along her spine before biting her shoulder. “Do you beg to stop or keep going?” Some girls liked to be treated rough. Some did not. Since this was supposed to be fun, he'd decided to see what she wanted, rather than just forcing her to do it. A courtesy he wouldn't extend again in future once he figured out her likes and dislikes. He'd be in port for a few days. Who knew what trouble they'd find? She'd been such lovely company thus far.
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The momentary pain of her nails against his skin quickened his pulse like nothing else. He wanted to make her do it more so that he had claw marks up and down his back. Her whine was music and he laughed when she pulled away, accusing him. “I love to tease.” His grin remained when she took him by the wrist but faded as he frowned a little, confused as to what she was doing, although he figured it out a second before her lips met his fingers.
His lips parted with hers and he watched in fascination as she worked her tongue, tasting herself and giving him a very good idea about what else she knew how to do. His gaze never left hers. She let go of his wrist and he settled his hands on her hips, pushing her down harder as she ground against him. His smirk returned.
“Better? Maybe. Or maybe I underestimated who I’m dealing with.” That turned out to be proved true as soon as she bit him fairly hard. He laughed softly, deep in his chest. It was a dark sound. He sat up, tonguing his teeth for a second, considering her. “You like to play?” he asked. Then he gripped her harder to keep her from falling too hard as he moved them both onto their side. His arm snaked around her middle, and almost with the thought, had her on her stomach. Lifting her hips so that he could get at her, one knee between her thighs, he pushed them apart and leaned over her, pausing once he felt himself at her opening.
His chest pressed into her back and he kissed along her spine before biting her shoulder. “Do you beg to stop or keep going?” Some girls liked to be treated rough. Some did not. Since this was supposed to be fun, he'd decided to see what she wanted, rather than just forcing her to do it. A courtesy he wouldn't extend again in future once he figured out her likes and dislikes. He'd be in port for a few days. Who knew what trouble they'd find? She'd been such lovely company thus far.
The momentary pain of her nails against his skin quickened his pulse like nothing else. He wanted to make her do it more so that he had claw marks up and down his back. Her whine was music and he laughed when she pulled away, accusing him. “I love to tease.” His grin remained when she took him by the wrist but faded as he frowned a little, confused as to what she was doing, although he figured it out a second before her lips met his fingers.
His lips parted with hers and he watched in fascination as she worked her tongue, tasting herself and giving him a very good idea about what else she knew how to do. His gaze never left hers. She let go of his wrist and he settled his hands on her hips, pushing her down harder as she ground against him. His smirk returned.
“Better? Maybe. Or maybe I underestimated who I’m dealing with.” That turned out to be proved true as soon as she bit him fairly hard. He laughed softly, deep in his chest. It was a dark sound. He sat up, tonguing his teeth for a second, considering her. “You like to play?” he asked. Then he gripped her harder to keep her from falling too hard as he moved them both onto their side. His arm snaked around her middle, and almost with the thought, had her on her stomach. Lifting her hips so that he could get at her, one knee between her thighs, he pushed them apart and leaned over her, pausing once he felt himself at her opening.
His chest pressed into her back and he kissed along her spine before biting her shoulder. “Do you beg to stop or keep going?” Some girls liked to be treated rough. Some did not. Since this was supposed to be fun, he'd decided to see what she wanted, rather than just forcing her to do it. A courtesy he wouldn't extend again in future once he figured out her likes and dislikes. He'd be in port for a few days. Who knew what trouble they'd find? She'd been such lovely company thus far.
Her own teasing got Nia exactly what she wanted, the man flipping her over and hovering outside her entrance, asking questions that put a smirk on her face. Shivers raced across her skin when his lips trailed up her back and stopped at her shoulder, groaning at the bite he left there. She flicked a glance back at him just long enough to meet his gaze with a fire in her own that wordlessly dared him to try and tame it.
"Isn't that bold of you to assume I'll beg for anything at all?" Nia retorted, the amusement in her voice only just barely outweighing the desire. She cocked a teasing eyebrow his way, hardly able to keep herself from laughing. "You said it yourself, I'm a noble woman, after all. We don't beg for much."
Her words were just that-words. If Lukos worked her up enough, she'd beg for just about anything he wanted her to, but she'd maintain the upper hand as long as she could. Where was the fun in just rolling over and complying? He said he liked to play games; she'd already made it clear she could do the same.
Truth was, rough or gentle, Neithotep truly didn't care, so long as they both got their happy moment in the end. Or more than one. Fingers tangling in the grass beneath her, Nia's back arched to push her hips out and rubbed against him as if to tantalize him inside. "What if I just ask very nicely instead?"
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Her own teasing got Nia exactly what she wanted, the man flipping her over and hovering outside her entrance, asking questions that put a smirk on her face. Shivers raced across her skin when his lips trailed up her back and stopped at her shoulder, groaning at the bite he left there. She flicked a glance back at him just long enough to meet his gaze with a fire in her own that wordlessly dared him to try and tame it.
"Isn't that bold of you to assume I'll beg for anything at all?" Nia retorted, the amusement in her voice only just barely outweighing the desire. She cocked a teasing eyebrow his way, hardly able to keep herself from laughing. "You said it yourself, I'm a noble woman, after all. We don't beg for much."
Her words were just that-words. If Lukos worked her up enough, she'd beg for just about anything he wanted her to, but she'd maintain the upper hand as long as she could. Where was the fun in just rolling over and complying? He said he liked to play games; she'd already made it clear she could do the same.
Truth was, rough or gentle, Neithotep truly didn't care, so long as they both got their happy moment in the end. Or more than one. Fingers tangling in the grass beneath her, Nia's back arched to push her hips out and rubbed against him as if to tantalize him inside. "What if I just ask very nicely instead?"
Her own teasing got Nia exactly what she wanted, the man flipping her over and hovering outside her entrance, asking questions that put a smirk on her face. Shivers raced across her skin when his lips trailed up her back and stopped at her shoulder, groaning at the bite he left there. She flicked a glance back at him just long enough to meet his gaze with a fire in her own that wordlessly dared him to try and tame it.
"Isn't that bold of you to assume I'll beg for anything at all?" Nia retorted, the amusement in her voice only just barely outweighing the desire. She cocked a teasing eyebrow his way, hardly able to keep herself from laughing. "You said it yourself, I'm a noble woman, after all. We don't beg for much."
Her words were just that-words. If Lukos worked her up enough, she'd beg for just about anything he wanted her to, but she'd maintain the upper hand as long as she could. Where was the fun in just rolling over and complying? He said he liked to play games; she'd already made it clear she could do the same.
Truth was, rough or gentle, Neithotep truly didn't care, so long as they both got their happy moment in the end. Or more than one. Fingers tangling in the grass beneath her, Nia's back arched to push her hips out and rubbed against him as if to tantalize him inside. "What if I just ask very nicely instead?"
She held back her laugh but he didn't. As she spoke, he slid his hands along her sides, down her arms, and back up until he reached her thighs. By then she had asserted that she wouldn't be begging. The enticement to give into her was tempting but he angled himself away so that she'd move against him but there was no danger whatsoever of him doing anything he didn't plan.
"You can be sweet all you like," he murmured against her shoulder before kissing along the little hollowed arch her back made, to her other shoulder. Moving her hair aside, he trailed his lips against her neck, nipping at her soft skin. From here, it was easy to reach between her legs again and so he did.
"I don't like sweet. I like what you were doing before." He kept his voice low, his fingers slowly working her, and his hold on her firm. Then he ran the tip of his tongue against her ear for just a second, before biting her just as hard as she'd done to him.
With a twist of his hips, he found her again. This time, he did not pause. He thrust inside her, sinking in as much as she could take, nipping at her neck as he did it. "You're the best new friend I've ever had," he teased.
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She held back her laugh but he didn't. As she spoke, he slid his hands along her sides, down her arms, and back up until he reached her thighs. By then she had asserted that she wouldn't be begging. The enticement to give into her was tempting but he angled himself away so that she'd move against him but there was no danger whatsoever of him doing anything he didn't plan.
"You can be sweet all you like," he murmured against her shoulder before kissing along the little hollowed arch her back made, to her other shoulder. Moving her hair aside, he trailed his lips against her neck, nipping at her soft skin. From here, it was easy to reach between her legs again and so he did.
"I don't like sweet. I like what you were doing before." He kept his voice low, his fingers slowly working her, and his hold on her firm. Then he ran the tip of his tongue against her ear for just a second, before biting her just as hard as she'd done to him.
With a twist of his hips, he found her again. This time, he did not pause. He thrust inside her, sinking in as much as she could take, nipping at her neck as he did it. "You're the best new friend I've ever had," he teased.
She held back her laugh but he didn't. As she spoke, he slid his hands along her sides, down her arms, and back up until he reached her thighs. By then she had asserted that she wouldn't be begging. The enticement to give into her was tempting but he angled himself away so that she'd move against him but there was no danger whatsoever of him doing anything he didn't plan.
"You can be sweet all you like," he murmured against her shoulder before kissing along the little hollowed arch her back made, to her other shoulder. Moving her hair aside, he trailed his lips against her neck, nipping at her soft skin. From here, it was easy to reach between her legs again and so he did.
"I don't like sweet. I like what you were doing before." He kept his voice low, his fingers slowly working her, and his hold on her firm. Then he ran the tip of his tongue against her ear for just a second, before biting her just as hard as she'd done to him.
With a twist of his hips, he found her again. This time, he did not pause. He thrust inside her, sinking in as much as she could take, nipping at her neck as he did it. "You're the best new friend I've ever had," he teased.
Nia melted in his grasp, the luxuriant touch of his hands drawing along her skin dissolving her to the point she thought she might fuse to the ground itself. A slow smile traced over her features when she felt his mouth move along her back, the soft flutters of pleasure floating through her core flaring into ecstasy as his hand found its target once again. She pushed back against the fingers tantalizing her so thoroughly, their little copse filled with the sound of her breathless groans.
Velvet lips parted on a blissful sigh, a sultry laugh following as he spoke. He didn’t like sweet, eh? His teeth at her neck made it rather clear what he did like, the abrupt twist of his hips only affirming it. Nia’s cry was loud enough to send a nearby bird darting out of the tree above, but it wasn’t like she noticed. Head floating in a poppy haze and body drifting on a wave of euphoria, her center was slick and ready when she felt Lukos fill her.
“Sweet or not, whatever I did, it worked,” Nia told him as her eyes rolled back, shifting her hips to accommodate his length. “For I didn’t beg a word, yet here you are.” Her voice was hardly more than a purr, glancing over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes and a mischievous smile.
Laughing at his last comment, she rocked back against him to pull him deeper inside. “Indeed, I’d be willing to bet most of your ‘new friends’ don’t jump you right off the boat, hm?” Her next laugh was a bit more self-deprecating, but really, she had little shame. She was the way she was, and she wasn’t likely to change any time soon. Nia had never seen anything wrong with the relentless pursuit of pleasure; life was a limited resource, and she intended to enjoy it as much as she could. Impulsive to a fault, she’d often been accused of, but to those who would condemn her, she’d only shrug and smile. Perhaps they were just jealous that they couldn’t lure off a handsome man if they tried. How could they really blame her?
Her hand reached to cover his, fingers working in tandem to encourage the teasingly slow motion into something a bit more vigorous. “You can’t tease me all afternoon,” she informed him with a coy grin as she pressed against their combined hands. “Or you just might end up being the one flipped over on the ground next time.”
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Nia melted in his grasp, the luxuriant touch of his hands drawing along her skin dissolving her to the point she thought she might fuse to the ground itself. A slow smile traced over her features when she felt his mouth move along her back, the soft flutters of pleasure floating through her core flaring into ecstasy as his hand found its target once again. She pushed back against the fingers tantalizing her so thoroughly, their little copse filled with the sound of her breathless groans.
Velvet lips parted on a blissful sigh, a sultry laugh following as he spoke. He didn’t like sweet, eh? His teeth at her neck made it rather clear what he did like, the abrupt twist of his hips only affirming it. Nia’s cry was loud enough to send a nearby bird darting out of the tree above, but it wasn’t like she noticed. Head floating in a poppy haze and body drifting on a wave of euphoria, her center was slick and ready when she felt Lukos fill her.
“Sweet or not, whatever I did, it worked,” Nia told him as her eyes rolled back, shifting her hips to accommodate his length. “For I didn’t beg a word, yet here you are.” Her voice was hardly more than a purr, glancing over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes and a mischievous smile.
Laughing at his last comment, she rocked back against him to pull him deeper inside. “Indeed, I’d be willing to bet most of your ‘new friends’ don’t jump you right off the boat, hm?” Her next laugh was a bit more self-deprecating, but really, she had little shame. She was the way she was, and she wasn’t likely to change any time soon. Nia had never seen anything wrong with the relentless pursuit of pleasure; life was a limited resource, and she intended to enjoy it as much as she could. Impulsive to a fault, she’d often been accused of, but to those who would condemn her, she’d only shrug and smile. Perhaps they were just jealous that they couldn’t lure off a handsome man if they tried. How could they really blame her?
Her hand reached to cover his, fingers working in tandem to encourage the teasingly slow motion into something a bit more vigorous. “You can’t tease me all afternoon,” she informed him with a coy grin as she pressed against their combined hands. “Or you just might end up being the one flipped over on the ground next time.”
Nia melted in his grasp, the luxuriant touch of his hands drawing along her skin dissolving her to the point she thought she might fuse to the ground itself. A slow smile traced over her features when she felt his mouth move along her back, the soft flutters of pleasure floating through her core flaring into ecstasy as his hand found its target once again. She pushed back against the fingers tantalizing her so thoroughly, their little copse filled with the sound of her breathless groans.
Velvet lips parted on a blissful sigh, a sultry laugh following as he spoke. He didn’t like sweet, eh? His teeth at her neck made it rather clear what he did like, the abrupt twist of his hips only affirming it. Nia’s cry was loud enough to send a nearby bird darting out of the tree above, but it wasn’t like she noticed. Head floating in a poppy haze and body drifting on a wave of euphoria, her center was slick and ready when she felt Lukos fill her.
“Sweet or not, whatever I did, it worked,” Nia told him as her eyes rolled back, shifting her hips to accommodate his length. “For I didn’t beg a word, yet here you are.” Her voice was hardly more than a purr, glancing over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes and a mischievous smile.
Laughing at his last comment, she rocked back against him to pull him deeper inside. “Indeed, I’d be willing to bet most of your ‘new friends’ don’t jump you right off the boat, hm?” Her next laugh was a bit more self-deprecating, but really, she had little shame. She was the way she was, and she wasn’t likely to change any time soon. Nia had never seen anything wrong with the relentless pursuit of pleasure; life was a limited resource, and she intended to enjoy it as much as she could. Impulsive to a fault, she’d often been accused of, but to those who would condemn her, she’d only shrug and smile. Perhaps they were just jealous that they couldn’t lure off a handsome man if they tried. How could they really blame her?
Her hand reached to cover his, fingers working in tandem to encourage the teasingly slow motion into something a bit more vigorous. “You can’t tease me all afternoon,” she informed him with a coy grin as she pressed against their combined hands. “Or you just might end up being the one flipped over on the ground next time.”
“Sweet or not, whatever I did, it worked. For I didn’t beg a word, yet here you are.”
Probably he should feel foolish for falling for her plan, but really, hadn’t this been their joint goal the whole time? So it was more a matter of timing, and her not having to beg him, rather than him being right where he was, moving purposely slow inside her. Her look over her shoulder made him grip her hips tighter. The sight of his hands on her ass, following up the length of her spine, only to meet her beautiful face and the pleased expression there? Made this whole trek through long grass on a hot day to gods knew where worth it.
“Indeed, I’d be willing to bet most of your ‘new friends’ don’t jump you right off the boat, hm?”
“They do if I pay them,” he teased. There was no way he was going to tell her that she was the first noble woman to ever want to jump him right off. If he could entice one of the high born girls to play, it usually took some coaxing. They didn’t like to come down from their lofty mountains and deal with a sailor who most certainly wouldn’t be around within a week. Greek girls were annoying about their chastity. At least, the rich ones. Common girls were a mixed bag and it just depended on the person, but he’d always liked to take what he wasn’t supposed to have.
“You can’t tease me all afternoon, or you just might end up being the one flipped over on the ground next time.”
He leaned down and rested his forehead on her shoulder, letting her force the pace a bit faster. “Promises, promises,” he murmured against her. For a few seconds, he let her find her rhythm before he rocked harder into her. That took raising up off her and bracing his hand on the base of her neck. Now he had much more control over how hard and how fast this would go.
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“Sweet or not, whatever I did, it worked. For I didn’t beg a word, yet here you are.”
Probably he should feel foolish for falling for her plan, but really, hadn’t this been their joint goal the whole time? So it was more a matter of timing, and her not having to beg him, rather than him being right where he was, moving purposely slow inside her. Her look over her shoulder made him grip her hips tighter. The sight of his hands on her ass, following up the length of her spine, only to meet her beautiful face and the pleased expression there? Made this whole trek through long grass on a hot day to gods knew where worth it.
“Indeed, I’d be willing to bet most of your ‘new friends’ don’t jump you right off the boat, hm?”
“They do if I pay them,” he teased. There was no way he was going to tell her that she was the first noble woman to ever want to jump him right off. If he could entice one of the high born girls to play, it usually took some coaxing. They didn’t like to come down from their lofty mountains and deal with a sailor who most certainly wouldn’t be around within a week. Greek girls were annoying about their chastity. At least, the rich ones. Common girls were a mixed bag and it just depended on the person, but he’d always liked to take what he wasn’t supposed to have.
“You can’t tease me all afternoon, or you just might end up being the one flipped over on the ground next time.”
He leaned down and rested his forehead on her shoulder, letting her force the pace a bit faster. “Promises, promises,” he murmured against her. For a few seconds, he let her find her rhythm before he rocked harder into her. That took raising up off her and bracing his hand on the base of her neck. Now he had much more control over how hard and how fast this would go.
“Sweet or not, whatever I did, it worked. For I didn’t beg a word, yet here you are.”
Probably he should feel foolish for falling for her plan, but really, hadn’t this been their joint goal the whole time? So it was more a matter of timing, and her not having to beg him, rather than him being right where he was, moving purposely slow inside her. Her look over her shoulder made him grip her hips tighter. The sight of his hands on her ass, following up the length of her spine, only to meet her beautiful face and the pleased expression there? Made this whole trek through long grass on a hot day to gods knew where worth it.
“Indeed, I’d be willing to bet most of your ‘new friends’ don’t jump you right off the boat, hm?”
“They do if I pay them,” he teased. There was no way he was going to tell her that she was the first noble woman to ever want to jump him right off. If he could entice one of the high born girls to play, it usually took some coaxing. They didn’t like to come down from their lofty mountains and deal with a sailor who most certainly wouldn’t be around within a week. Greek girls were annoying about their chastity. At least, the rich ones. Common girls were a mixed bag and it just depended on the person, but he’d always liked to take what he wasn’t supposed to have.
“You can’t tease me all afternoon, or you just might end up being the one flipped over on the ground next time.”
He leaned down and rested his forehead on her shoulder, letting her force the pace a bit faster. “Promises, promises,” he murmured against her. For a few seconds, he let her find her rhythm before he rocked harder into her. That took raising up off her and bracing his hand on the base of her neck. Now he had much more control over how hard and how fast this would go.