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“Promises become action with the right motivation,” Nia teased as Lukos leaned into her, though when he pushed harder inside, anything else she might have said was gone. His hand braced against her neck, she arched her back and shuddered, her hips moving in a steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts. With the opium lingering in her system, she had very little concept of how fast or slow they were going, nor for how long, but the ecstasy that came with it was indescribable. Why didn’t she always have sex high?
Her fingers pressed harder into his, speeding their rhythm and her breath with each paired thrust. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed a lover so thoroughly, though she was sure their mutual imbibement had a large role to play in that. Either way, she didn’t care; she was already contemplating how she could lure him into this at least a dozen more times before his ship sailed away. With how readily he had followed her today, she doubted it would be that hard.
“How long are you in port?” she asked, her voice more moan than word as her fingers curled harder in the ground. “If you stay long…” she gasped when a twist of his hips nearly made her lose her train of thought yet again. Catching it before it got away from her, she continued, “You won’t have to pay any other ‘new friends.’ I’m more than happy to help you sample more of Cairo’s… delights.”
She fell quiet again, the only sounds on the riverbank the slide of their flesh against each other and their gasps of exertion. Each movement was bringing her closer and closer to that crowning moment, the shiver of euphoria that would leave her dissolved and sated all too soon. Unwilling to get there quite yet, she grinned back over her shoulder with a mischievous look in her eye.
“Let me be on top for a while,” she murmured with a tantalizing smirk, taking his hand from between her legs and pulling it up to the curve of her breast instead. “If you’re not too scared of a woman taking the lead, that is,” she added with a wink.
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“Promises become action with the right motivation,” Nia teased as Lukos leaned into her, though when he pushed harder inside, anything else she might have said was gone. His hand braced against her neck, she arched her back and shuddered, her hips moving in a steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts. With the opium lingering in her system, she had very little concept of how fast or slow they were going, nor for how long, but the ecstasy that came with it was indescribable. Why didn’t she always have sex high?
Her fingers pressed harder into his, speeding their rhythm and her breath with each paired thrust. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed a lover so thoroughly, though she was sure their mutual imbibement had a large role to play in that. Either way, she didn’t care; she was already contemplating how she could lure him into this at least a dozen more times before his ship sailed away. With how readily he had followed her today, she doubted it would be that hard.
“How long are you in port?” she asked, her voice more moan than word as her fingers curled harder in the ground. “If you stay long…” she gasped when a twist of his hips nearly made her lose her train of thought yet again. Catching it before it got away from her, she continued, “You won’t have to pay any other ‘new friends.’ I’m more than happy to help you sample more of Cairo’s… delights.”
She fell quiet again, the only sounds on the riverbank the slide of their flesh against each other and their gasps of exertion. Each movement was bringing her closer and closer to that crowning moment, the shiver of euphoria that would leave her dissolved and sated all too soon. Unwilling to get there quite yet, she grinned back over her shoulder with a mischievous look in her eye.
“Let me be on top for a while,” she murmured with a tantalizing smirk, taking his hand from between her legs and pulling it up to the curve of her breast instead. “If you’re not too scared of a woman taking the lead, that is,” she added with a wink.
“Promises become action with the right motivation,” Nia teased as Lukos leaned into her, though when he pushed harder inside, anything else she might have said was gone. His hand braced against her neck, she arched her back and shuddered, her hips moving in a steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts. With the opium lingering in her system, she had very little concept of how fast or slow they were going, nor for how long, but the ecstasy that came with it was indescribable. Why didn’t she always have sex high?
Her fingers pressed harder into his, speeding their rhythm and her breath with each paired thrust. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed a lover so thoroughly, though she was sure their mutual imbibement had a large role to play in that. Either way, she didn’t care; she was already contemplating how she could lure him into this at least a dozen more times before his ship sailed away. With how readily he had followed her today, she doubted it would be that hard.
“How long are you in port?” she asked, her voice more moan than word as her fingers curled harder in the ground. “If you stay long…” she gasped when a twist of his hips nearly made her lose her train of thought yet again. Catching it before it got away from her, she continued, “You won’t have to pay any other ‘new friends.’ I’m more than happy to help you sample more of Cairo’s… delights.”
She fell quiet again, the only sounds on the riverbank the slide of their flesh against each other and their gasps of exertion. Each movement was bringing her closer and closer to that crowning moment, the shiver of euphoria that would leave her dissolved and sated all too soon. Unwilling to get there quite yet, she grinned back over her shoulder with a mischievous look in her eye.
“Let me be on top for a while,” she murmured with a tantalizing smirk, taking his hand from between her legs and pulling it up to the curve of her breast instead. “If you’re not too scared of a woman taking the lead, that is,” she added with a wink.
“How long are you in port?”
He didn’t answer her immediately. Her breathy moan was a little distracting and his thoughts were a little unfocused because of the drugs. In the time it took him to answer, she’d started speaking again.
“If you stay long…You won’t have to pay any other ‘new friends.’ I’m more than happy to help you sample more of Cairo’s… delights.”
That made him grin slowly but he still didn’t answer her. He didn’t know how long he’d be here. Usually that depended on quite a few factors. Definitely less than a month but likely longer than a week. And he also probably wasn’t going to be in this city for the whole time either. Since her mother was obviously fine with her flitting off with a Greek sailor to do exactly what they were doing now, he wondered if she’d let him steal her daughter for a few days while he worked his way down the Nile and drop her back off when he was done with business.
Just when he felt like this was probably going to come to an end pretty soon, if this pleasure building was allowed to continue, she looked over her shoulder and said, “Let me be on top for a while. If you’re not too scared of a woman taking the lead, that is.”
Magic words and with the wink on top of it? Perfect.
“Show me what you’ve got,” he gave her one last bite on her shoulder and then turned her loose, shifting them so that he was on his back and she was straddling him. The view from here was even better than before and he pillowed one arm under his head, giving her ass a smack. “Can you handle the lead?”
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“How long are you in port?”
He didn’t answer her immediately. Her breathy moan was a little distracting and his thoughts were a little unfocused because of the drugs. In the time it took him to answer, she’d started speaking again.
“If you stay long…You won’t have to pay any other ‘new friends.’ I’m more than happy to help you sample more of Cairo’s… delights.”
That made him grin slowly but he still didn’t answer her. He didn’t know how long he’d be here. Usually that depended on quite a few factors. Definitely less than a month but likely longer than a week. And he also probably wasn’t going to be in this city for the whole time either. Since her mother was obviously fine with her flitting off with a Greek sailor to do exactly what they were doing now, he wondered if she’d let him steal her daughter for a few days while he worked his way down the Nile and drop her back off when he was done with business.
Just when he felt like this was probably going to come to an end pretty soon, if this pleasure building was allowed to continue, she looked over her shoulder and said, “Let me be on top for a while. If you’re not too scared of a woman taking the lead, that is.”
Magic words and with the wink on top of it? Perfect.
“Show me what you’ve got,” he gave her one last bite on her shoulder and then turned her loose, shifting them so that he was on his back and she was straddling him. The view from here was even better than before and he pillowed one arm under his head, giving her ass a smack. “Can you handle the lead?”
“How long are you in port?”
He didn’t answer her immediately. Her breathy moan was a little distracting and his thoughts were a little unfocused because of the drugs. In the time it took him to answer, she’d started speaking again.
“If you stay long…You won’t have to pay any other ‘new friends.’ I’m more than happy to help you sample more of Cairo’s… delights.”
That made him grin slowly but he still didn’t answer her. He didn’t know how long he’d be here. Usually that depended on quite a few factors. Definitely less than a month but likely longer than a week. And he also probably wasn’t going to be in this city for the whole time either. Since her mother was obviously fine with her flitting off with a Greek sailor to do exactly what they were doing now, he wondered if she’d let him steal her daughter for a few days while he worked his way down the Nile and drop her back off when he was done with business.
Just when he felt like this was probably going to come to an end pretty soon, if this pleasure building was allowed to continue, she looked over her shoulder and said, “Let me be on top for a while. If you’re not too scared of a woman taking the lead, that is.”
Magic words and with the wink on top of it? Perfect.
“Show me what you’ve got,” he gave her one last bite on her shoulder and then turned her loose, shifting them so that he was on his back and she was straddling him. The view from here was even better than before and he pillowed one arm under his head, giving her ass a smack. “Can you handle the lead?”
Giggling at his smack, Nia set to her task with enthusiasm, sinking onto his length with a blissful groan. “Can I handle it?” she scoffed after grinding down against him. She raised an eyebrow. “More like, can you?”
With their position shifted, she altered her movements, one hand bracing herself against his chest while she danced carefully to a new rhythm. The sun glistened behind her as she slid up and down in a steady pace, the light illuminating her into barely more than a playful silhouette intent on satisfying them both. Glancing down at Lukos with a smirk, she moved her hips a little more pointedly until he was brushing up against that sweet spot deep inside.
Tilting her head back with a moan, it was all she could do not to finish then and there, but still she soldiered on. Nia was intent on drawing the pleasure out as long as she could for both of them, for the reward of such waiting was always worth it in the end, but she knew she couldn’t last much longer. Judging from the look on his face and the quickness of his breath, she doubted Lukos could, either.
“You didn’t answer my question, you know,” she pointed out in a voice rough and breathy, her nails lightly teasing up the length of his torso while she shivered atop him. “Are you going to break my heart already and say you’ll be gone tomorrow?” The corner of her mouth tilted back up as her hand flattened against his chest, biting her lip when she sank down onto him again. “Because if that’s the case… I’m afraid you won’t be leaving this clearing until the morning. Sunset be damned.”
Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go find Iaheru before the sun went down, as it was. Why go back home when there were so many more interesting things to do out here? If she didn’t think her mother would come looking for her, she’d steal off with Lukos to some seedy tavern down by the port and give him a night he’d remember for the rest of his life. Ah, well. She’d just have to settle for the day.
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Giggling at his smack, Nia set to her task with enthusiasm, sinking onto his length with a blissful groan. “Can I handle it?” she scoffed after grinding down against him. She raised an eyebrow. “More like, can you?”
With their position shifted, she altered her movements, one hand bracing herself against his chest while she danced carefully to a new rhythm. The sun glistened behind her as she slid up and down in a steady pace, the light illuminating her into barely more than a playful silhouette intent on satisfying them both. Glancing down at Lukos with a smirk, she moved her hips a little more pointedly until he was brushing up against that sweet spot deep inside.
Tilting her head back with a moan, it was all she could do not to finish then and there, but still she soldiered on. Nia was intent on drawing the pleasure out as long as she could for both of them, for the reward of such waiting was always worth it in the end, but she knew she couldn’t last much longer. Judging from the look on his face and the quickness of his breath, she doubted Lukos could, either.
“You didn’t answer my question, you know,” she pointed out in a voice rough and breathy, her nails lightly teasing up the length of his torso while she shivered atop him. “Are you going to break my heart already and say you’ll be gone tomorrow?” The corner of her mouth tilted back up as her hand flattened against his chest, biting her lip when she sank down onto him again. “Because if that’s the case… I’m afraid you won’t be leaving this clearing until the morning. Sunset be damned.”
Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go find Iaheru before the sun went down, as it was. Why go back home when there were so many more interesting things to do out here? If she didn’t think her mother would come looking for her, she’d steal off with Lukos to some seedy tavern down by the port and give him a night he’d remember for the rest of his life. Ah, well. She’d just have to settle for the day.
Giggling at his smack, Nia set to her task with enthusiasm, sinking onto his length with a blissful groan. “Can I handle it?” she scoffed after grinding down against him. She raised an eyebrow. “More like, can you?”
With their position shifted, she altered her movements, one hand bracing herself against his chest while she danced carefully to a new rhythm. The sun glistened behind her as she slid up and down in a steady pace, the light illuminating her into barely more than a playful silhouette intent on satisfying them both. Glancing down at Lukos with a smirk, she moved her hips a little more pointedly until he was brushing up against that sweet spot deep inside.
Tilting her head back with a moan, it was all she could do not to finish then and there, but still she soldiered on. Nia was intent on drawing the pleasure out as long as she could for both of them, for the reward of such waiting was always worth it in the end, but she knew she couldn’t last much longer. Judging from the look on his face and the quickness of his breath, she doubted Lukos could, either.
“You didn’t answer my question, you know,” she pointed out in a voice rough and breathy, her nails lightly teasing up the length of his torso while she shivered atop him. “Are you going to break my heart already and say you’ll be gone tomorrow?” The corner of her mouth tilted back up as her hand flattened against his chest, biting her lip when she sank down onto him again. “Because if that’s the case… I’m afraid you won’t be leaving this clearing until the morning. Sunset be damned.”
Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go find Iaheru before the sun went down, as it was. Why go back home when there were so many more interesting things to do out here? If she didn’t think her mother would come looking for her, she’d steal off with Lukos to some seedy tavern down by the port and give him a night he’d remember for the rest of his life. Ah, well. She’d just have to settle for the day.
Whores were just not his fun. There was nothing like having sex with a woman who knew what she was doing and what she wanted. He’d scoffed when she taunted him and turned his question around on him. Of course he could handle it. Wanted to handle it. Would have done nearly anything at this point to handle it.
But once she was straddling him and her hips were rocking back and forth, his command on the entire situation was over. He gave up every ounce of control to her, letting her do whatever she liked. The tilting of her pelvis to get him where she needed him and the delicious expression of pleasure on her face had him counting back from one hundred in coptic. He did not want to finish until she told him to. This was amazing and he wanted it to last every bit as long as she did.
“Depends,” he fought to have some sort of thought outside of her or the golden silhouette on the curve of her breasts. “I can find reasons to stay. Or you can come with me for a few days.”
At this point, he really didn’t give two flying fucks if he got in trouble for stealing a daughter of a Hei. But then, Lukos wa never exactly at his most practical while inside someone. Lust had a way of making important details seem irrelevant.
At her mercy for the moment, he was simply holding himself back until he felt her contract around him. Only then would he let himself relax into bliss. Though, if she kept up her moans and drawing panting breaths, the choice over when he went might not be his anymore.
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Whores were just not his fun. There was nothing like having sex with a woman who knew what she was doing and what she wanted. He’d scoffed when she taunted him and turned his question around on him. Of course he could handle it. Wanted to handle it. Would have done nearly anything at this point to handle it.
But once she was straddling him and her hips were rocking back and forth, his command on the entire situation was over. He gave up every ounce of control to her, letting her do whatever she liked. The tilting of her pelvis to get him where she needed him and the delicious expression of pleasure on her face had him counting back from one hundred in coptic. He did not want to finish until she told him to. This was amazing and he wanted it to last every bit as long as she did.
“Depends,” he fought to have some sort of thought outside of her or the golden silhouette on the curve of her breasts. “I can find reasons to stay. Or you can come with me for a few days.”
At this point, he really didn’t give two flying fucks if he got in trouble for stealing a daughter of a Hei. But then, Lukos wa never exactly at his most practical while inside someone. Lust had a way of making important details seem irrelevant.
At her mercy for the moment, he was simply holding himself back until he felt her contract around him. Only then would he let himself relax into bliss. Though, if she kept up her moans and drawing panting breaths, the choice over when he went might not be his anymore.
Whores were just not his fun. There was nothing like having sex with a woman who knew what she was doing and what she wanted. He’d scoffed when she taunted him and turned his question around on him. Of course he could handle it. Wanted to handle it. Would have done nearly anything at this point to handle it.
But once she was straddling him and her hips were rocking back and forth, his command on the entire situation was over. He gave up every ounce of control to her, letting her do whatever she liked. The tilting of her pelvis to get him where she needed him and the delicious expression of pleasure on her face had him counting back from one hundred in coptic. He did not want to finish until she told him to. This was amazing and he wanted it to last every bit as long as she did.
“Depends,” he fought to have some sort of thought outside of her or the golden silhouette on the curve of her breasts. “I can find reasons to stay. Or you can come with me for a few days.”
At this point, he really didn’t give two flying fucks if he got in trouble for stealing a daughter of a Hei. But then, Lukos wa never exactly at his most practical while inside someone. Lust had a way of making important details seem irrelevant.
At her mercy for the moment, he was simply holding himself back until he felt her contract around him. Only then would he let himself relax into bliss. Though, if she kept up her moans and drawing panting breaths, the choice over when he went might not be his anymore.
“Come with you?” she repeated, a smile forming at the edges of her lips. “On your ship?”
Nia had never even considered such a thing, but now that he’d suggested it, that was suddenly all she wanted. Leave Cairo? Even just for a few days? Her mind reeled with the possibilities of what a trip like that could hold, and she felt her heart flutter at the prospect. Letting her run off with a stranger for a day was one thing, but she couldn’t imagine Iaheru or Onuphrious ever approving of her sailing off on said stranger’s ship.
But what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?
After all, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d disappeared for a few days, and she doubted it would be the last. Nia had taken all manner of ‘unsavory’ lovers in the past, ones which made her parents draw their noses up in distaste. Of course, she’d run off with them when she could, though her inevitable return always ensured her mother in particular kept a closer eye on her than before. Iaheru would always smother her for a few weeks following, keeping a close tab on her movements, but eventually, it would always slack back off. And then the cycle would begin again.
Considering the man beneath her, whose gaze met hers with a determined lust that made her stomach clench and her knees weak, she gauged it worth the risk. She’d take whatever came after if it meant she could get away for a while and continue to indulge herself in this delicious sailor who’d already managed to arrest her so fully.
She was past the point of articulating any of this, however, and her excitement for such an adventure was shoved aside for the time being. Nia was close to her peak now, and she wouldn’t be able to hold it off much longer. Looking back down into his face, her expression turned devious, moving her hips a little faster with each ragged breath she took. She was hovering on the edge, and just as she was about to cross it, she leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Come for me.”
Just as she said the words, her own body shuddered in release, contracting around him and tilting her head back with a sharp cry. The wave of pleasure seemed to roll on and on, time hazy and unrecognizable in her lingering opium daze. Her fingers wound with his, holding his hand to the dirt and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as the last rumbles of her climax faded—her heart thudding as fast as a cheetah’s sprint. She nearly collapsed on top of him, the only thing keeping her from doing so her free hand braced against the ground beside them. Groaning softly, she nuzzled into the bend of his neck, the euphoric aftershock of her release rendering her speechless while she fought to catch her breath.
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“Come with you?” she repeated, a smile forming at the edges of her lips. “On your ship?”
Nia had never even considered such a thing, but now that he’d suggested it, that was suddenly all she wanted. Leave Cairo? Even just for a few days? Her mind reeled with the possibilities of what a trip like that could hold, and she felt her heart flutter at the prospect. Letting her run off with a stranger for a day was one thing, but she couldn’t imagine Iaheru or Onuphrious ever approving of her sailing off on said stranger’s ship.
But what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?
After all, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d disappeared for a few days, and she doubted it would be the last. Nia had taken all manner of ‘unsavory’ lovers in the past, ones which made her parents draw their noses up in distaste. Of course, she’d run off with them when she could, though her inevitable return always ensured her mother in particular kept a closer eye on her than before. Iaheru would always smother her for a few weeks following, keeping a close tab on her movements, but eventually, it would always slack back off. And then the cycle would begin again.
Considering the man beneath her, whose gaze met hers with a determined lust that made her stomach clench and her knees weak, she gauged it worth the risk. She’d take whatever came after if it meant she could get away for a while and continue to indulge herself in this delicious sailor who’d already managed to arrest her so fully.
She was past the point of articulating any of this, however, and her excitement for such an adventure was shoved aside for the time being. Nia was close to her peak now, and she wouldn’t be able to hold it off much longer. Looking back down into his face, her expression turned devious, moving her hips a little faster with each ragged breath she took. She was hovering on the edge, and just as she was about to cross it, she leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Come for me.”
Just as she said the words, her own body shuddered in release, contracting around him and tilting her head back with a sharp cry. The wave of pleasure seemed to roll on and on, time hazy and unrecognizable in her lingering opium daze. Her fingers wound with his, holding his hand to the dirt and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as the last rumbles of her climax faded—her heart thudding as fast as a cheetah’s sprint. She nearly collapsed on top of him, the only thing keeping her from doing so her free hand braced against the ground beside them. Groaning softly, she nuzzled into the bend of his neck, the euphoric aftershock of her release rendering her speechless while she fought to catch her breath.
“Come with you?” she repeated, a smile forming at the edges of her lips. “On your ship?”
Nia had never even considered such a thing, but now that he’d suggested it, that was suddenly all she wanted. Leave Cairo? Even just for a few days? Her mind reeled with the possibilities of what a trip like that could hold, and she felt her heart flutter at the prospect. Letting her run off with a stranger for a day was one thing, but she couldn’t imagine Iaheru or Onuphrious ever approving of her sailing off on said stranger’s ship.
But what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?
After all, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d disappeared for a few days, and she doubted it would be the last. Nia had taken all manner of ‘unsavory’ lovers in the past, ones which made her parents draw their noses up in distaste. Of course, she’d run off with them when she could, though her inevitable return always ensured her mother in particular kept a closer eye on her than before. Iaheru would always smother her for a few weeks following, keeping a close tab on her movements, but eventually, it would always slack back off. And then the cycle would begin again.
Considering the man beneath her, whose gaze met hers with a determined lust that made her stomach clench and her knees weak, she gauged it worth the risk. She’d take whatever came after if it meant she could get away for a while and continue to indulge herself in this delicious sailor who’d already managed to arrest her so fully.
She was past the point of articulating any of this, however, and her excitement for such an adventure was shoved aside for the time being. Nia was close to her peak now, and she wouldn’t be able to hold it off much longer. Looking back down into his face, her expression turned devious, moving her hips a little faster with each ragged breath she took. She was hovering on the edge, and just as she was about to cross it, she leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Come for me.”
Just as she said the words, her own body shuddered in release, contracting around him and tilting her head back with a sharp cry. The wave of pleasure seemed to roll on and on, time hazy and unrecognizable in her lingering opium daze. Her fingers wound with his, holding his hand to the dirt and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as the last rumbles of her climax faded—her heart thudding as fast as a cheetah’s sprint. She nearly collapsed on top of him, the only thing keeping her from doing so her free hand braced against the ground beside them. Groaning softly, she nuzzled into the bend of his neck, the euphoric aftershock of her release rendering her speechless while she fought to catch her breath.
The excitement on her face when he’d mentioned the ship made him grin. People liked the idea of getting on the ship (of their own free will). Owning a ship was a big deal to a lot of people because they took money to maintain and to finance, not to mention a good deal of headache went into them. They certainly weren’t for the faint of heart but he was pretty sure he’d wrestle a crocodile before he let someone take the Aceton away from him. He’d literally murdered for that ship.
All thoughts of his ship were swept away as she drew his attention elsewhere. The more she panted, rolling her hips and working herself on him, the more he was absolutely sure that he could not withstand anymore. Everything about her was tantalizing and seductive. Even the small things, like the way her hair spilled over her shoulders or the sensual way her body moved over him. When she bent down and whispered in his ear, a shiver ran down the length of his body, forcing him to respond to her command.
The climaxed together and he was barely aware of her grasping his hand and grinding the back of it into the dirt. His hips bucked against her until he was unable and unwilling to continue, or risk being completely dizzy from lack of breath. The kiss was what he hung onto until she pulled away, leaving his lips parted and wishing she’d come back.
“What a good friend you are,” he tried for an even tone but his voice was husky and ragged, slow from the drugs, and sated completely.
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The excitement on her face when he’d mentioned the ship made him grin. People liked the idea of getting on the ship (of their own free will). Owning a ship was a big deal to a lot of people because they took money to maintain and to finance, not to mention a good deal of headache went into them. They certainly weren’t for the faint of heart but he was pretty sure he’d wrestle a crocodile before he let someone take the Aceton away from him. He’d literally murdered for that ship.
All thoughts of his ship were swept away as she drew his attention elsewhere. The more she panted, rolling her hips and working herself on him, the more he was absolutely sure that he could not withstand anymore. Everything about her was tantalizing and seductive. Even the small things, like the way her hair spilled over her shoulders or the sensual way her body moved over him. When she bent down and whispered in his ear, a shiver ran down the length of his body, forcing him to respond to her command.
The climaxed together and he was barely aware of her grasping his hand and grinding the back of it into the dirt. His hips bucked against her until he was unable and unwilling to continue, or risk being completely dizzy from lack of breath. The kiss was what he hung onto until she pulled away, leaving his lips parted and wishing she’d come back.
“What a good friend you are,” he tried for an even tone but his voice was husky and ragged, slow from the drugs, and sated completely.
The excitement on her face when he’d mentioned the ship made him grin. People liked the idea of getting on the ship (of their own free will). Owning a ship was a big deal to a lot of people because they took money to maintain and to finance, not to mention a good deal of headache went into them. They certainly weren’t for the faint of heart but he was pretty sure he’d wrestle a crocodile before he let someone take the Aceton away from him. He’d literally murdered for that ship.
All thoughts of his ship were swept away as she drew his attention elsewhere. The more she panted, rolling her hips and working herself on him, the more he was absolutely sure that he could not withstand anymore. Everything about her was tantalizing and seductive. Even the small things, like the way her hair spilled over her shoulders or the sensual way her body moved over him. When she bent down and whispered in his ear, a shiver ran down the length of his body, forcing him to respond to her command.
The climaxed together and he was barely aware of her grasping his hand and grinding the back of it into the dirt. His hips bucked against her until he was unable and unwilling to continue, or risk being completely dizzy from lack of breath. The kiss was what he hung onto until she pulled away, leaving his lips parted and wishing she’d come back.
“What a good friend you are,” he tried for an even tone but his voice was husky and ragged, slow from the drugs, and sated completely.
The feeling of Lukos climaxing with her was indescribable, closing her eyes as he filled her and shivering in that release. How long had it been since her timing was quite so lucky, or, for that matter, since her partner had bothered to ensure she finished at all? Nia was unwilling to let him pull out of her just yet, resting for a moment with her forehead pressed to his. His breathing was just as ragged as hers, both their bodies slick with a fine sheen of sweat, all evidence of a job well and thoroughly done.
She rolled off him at last, but she did not go far—staying snuggled up against him with her head tucked in the hollow of his shoulder. Lazily, Nia’s fingertips drifted down his chest to his abs, swirling in idle circles while she lay languid in contentment. Glancing up at his face, she smiled at the expression there and pressed her mouth to his again, tongue flicking gently at his lip.
“So I’ve been told,” she replied with a soft chuckle, nipping gently at the side of his jaw. “You are quite the… ‘good friend’ yourself,” she added in a low voice, dropping a kiss right below his ear. “I get my fair share of practice, don’t get me wrong, but I haven’t had sex that good in… months, if not years.” She grinned. “Granted, I might be a little biased considering how high I am, but even without the opium, I would have been weak in the knees.”
Falling silent for the next few minutes, Nia was happy to lay there with her head resting against Lukos’s chest, letting the thud of his heartbeat lull her into an indolent drowsiness. The afternoon was warm, she was sated, and the sun was ducking behind a cover of clouds, and she was nearly about to fall asleep when she remembered what he’d said before the explosive end to their bodies’ joining.
“Did you mean it before? About taking me with you for a while?” she asked, propping herself on an elbow so she could look at him. Nia’s pretty face lit up at the prospect of heading out on the Nile and away from Cairo, eager at what sort of excursion they might enjoy. “Where would we go?” Truly, she didn’t much care so long as it was away from home. Any break in the monotony was a welcome one, even if it was nothing more than a simple round trip to the next closest port.
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The feeling of Lukos climaxing with her was indescribable, closing her eyes as he filled her and shivering in that release. How long had it been since her timing was quite so lucky, or, for that matter, since her partner had bothered to ensure she finished at all? Nia was unwilling to let him pull out of her just yet, resting for a moment with her forehead pressed to his. His breathing was just as ragged as hers, both their bodies slick with a fine sheen of sweat, all evidence of a job well and thoroughly done.
She rolled off him at last, but she did not go far—staying snuggled up against him with her head tucked in the hollow of his shoulder. Lazily, Nia’s fingertips drifted down his chest to his abs, swirling in idle circles while she lay languid in contentment. Glancing up at his face, she smiled at the expression there and pressed her mouth to his again, tongue flicking gently at his lip.
“So I’ve been told,” she replied with a soft chuckle, nipping gently at the side of his jaw. “You are quite the… ‘good friend’ yourself,” she added in a low voice, dropping a kiss right below his ear. “I get my fair share of practice, don’t get me wrong, but I haven’t had sex that good in… months, if not years.” She grinned. “Granted, I might be a little biased considering how high I am, but even without the opium, I would have been weak in the knees.”
Falling silent for the next few minutes, Nia was happy to lay there with her head resting against Lukos’s chest, letting the thud of his heartbeat lull her into an indolent drowsiness. The afternoon was warm, she was sated, and the sun was ducking behind a cover of clouds, and she was nearly about to fall asleep when she remembered what he’d said before the explosive end to their bodies’ joining.
“Did you mean it before? About taking me with you for a while?” she asked, propping herself on an elbow so she could look at him. Nia’s pretty face lit up at the prospect of heading out on the Nile and away from Cairo, eager at what sort of excursion they might enjoy. “Where would we go?” Truly, she didn’t much care so long as it was away from home. Any break in the monotony was a welcome one, even if it was nothing more than a simple round trip to the next closest port.
The feeling of Lukos climaxing with her was indescribable, closing her eyes as he filled her and shivering in that release. How long had it been since her timing was quite so lucky, or, for that matter, since her partner had bothered to ensure she finished at all? Nia was unwilling to let him pull out of her just yet, resting for a moment with her forehead pressed to his. His breathing was just as ragged as hers, both their bodies slick with a fine sheen of sweat, all evidence of a job well and thoroughly done.
She rolled off him at last, but she did not go far—staying snuggled up against him with her head tucked in the hollow of his shoulder. Lazily, Nia’s fingertips drifted down his chest to his abs, swirling in idle circles while she lay languid in contentment. Glancing up at his face, she smiled at the expression there and pressed her mouth to his again, tongue flicking gently at his lip.
“So I’ve been told,” she replied with a soft chuckle, nipping gently at the side of his jaw. “You are quite the… ‘good friend’ yourself,” she added in a low voice, dropping a kiss right below his ear. “I get my fair share of practice, don’t get me wrong, but I haven’t had sex that good in… months, if not years.” She grinned. “Granted, I might be a little biased considering how high I am, but even without the opium, I would have been weak in the knees.”
Falling silent for the next few minutes, Nia was happy to lay there with her head resting against Lukos’s chest, letting the thud of his heartbeat lull her into an indolent drowsiness. The afternoon was warm, she was sated, and the sun was ducking behind a cover of clouds, and she was nearly about to fall asleep when she remembered what he’d said before the explosive end to their bodies’ joining.
“Did you mean it before? About taking me with you for a while?” she asked, propping herself on an elbow so she could look at him. Nia’s pretty face lit up at the prospect of heading out on the Nile and away from Cairo, eager at what sort of excursion they might enjoy. “Where would we go?” Truly, she didn’t much care so long as it was away from home. Any break in the monotony was a welcome one, even if it was nothing more than a simple round trip to the next closest port.
How long they’d been at this was a little hard to say but he realized he was a little more alert than he had been. The feeling was a bit like being underwater and looking up at the surface. All around you is calm and quiet, but you know that sooner, rather than later, your calm will dissolve, your lungs will constrict, and you’ll need to breathe. No one could stay high forever and it wasn’t good to try.
He was willing to be sober again, especially with her nestled right up against him. Her fingers were tickling along his body and he kept his eyes up at the leaves of the tree, resting in the last of the euphoria from both the climax and the high. It wasn’t true, but there still seemed to be no hurry to the day at all. He felt like they could lay here forever, under the shade of this tree, cooled by intermittent breezes and warmed by dappled sunlight filtering through the tree branches.
His eyes closed when she kissed him and he smiled to himself while she spoke, perfectly willing to have his ego stroked. Once she lapsed into silence, he drew in a deep breath, thinking to speak, but exhaled instead. After a few moments, he finally said, “I’ve found that it’s much more fun for everyone if both of us are enjoying it.” Probably he should have left it there, but he added. “Besides, it’s kind of a power trip to make another person lose control. I like that.” It had very little to do with being especially generous and more to do with meeting his own perception of what gratification looked like.
Minutes stretched on and when he was almost asleep, she spoke again. “Hmm?” he forced himself to be more awake. “Yes. It’s a bad idea, but I don’t have to deal with the consequences.” He half smiled, running the backs of his fingers down her chest as she propped herself up to look at him, asking where they would go. “I need to pick up some slaves. I was probably going to sail to the Port of the West for some.”
The Port of the West was in Bedoa. A fair distance from here but along the Nile, not that bad. Two days at most, the time there, and then two days of hard rowing back up the Nile. “It’s a rough town. Mud huts. Smells like urine. Bunch of nomads live there.”
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How long they’d been at this was a little hard to say but he realized he was a little more alert than he had been. The feeling was a bit like being underwater and looking up at the surface. All around you is calm and quiet, but you know that sooner, rather than later, your calm will dissolve, your lungs will constrict, and you’ll need to breathe. No one could stay high forever and it wasn’t good to try.
He was willing to be sober again, especially with her nestled right up against him. Her fingers were tickling along his body and he kept his eyes up at the leaves of the tree, resting in the last of the euphoria from both the climax and the high. It wasn’t true, but there still seemed to be no hurry to the day at all. He felt like they could lay here forever, under the shade of this tree, cooled by intermittent breezes and warmed by dappled sunlight filtering through the tree branches.
His eyes closed when she kissed him and he smiled to himself while she spoke, perfectly willing to have his ego stroked. Once she lapsed into silence, he drew in a deep breath, thinking to speak, but exhaled instead. After a few moments, he finally said, “I’ve found that it’s much more fun for everyone if both of us are enjoying it.” Probably he should have left it there, but he added. “Besides, it’s kind of a power trip to make another person lose control. I like that.” It had very little to do with being especially generous and more to do with meeting his own perception of what gratification looked like.
Minutes stretched on and when he was almost asleep, she spoke again. “Hmm?” he forced himself to be more awake. “Yes. It’s a bad idea, but I don’t have to deal with the consequences.” He half smiled, running the backs of his fingers down her chest as she propped herself up to look at him, asking where they would go. “I need to pick up some slaves. I was probably going to sail to the Port of the West for some.”
The Port of the West was in Bedoa. A fair distance from here but along the Nile, not that bad. Two days at most, the time there, and then two days of hard rowing back up the Nile. “It’s a rough town. Mud huts. Smells like urine. Bunch of nomads live there.”
How long they’d been at this was a little hard to say but he realized he was a little more alert than he had been. The feeling was a bit like being underwater and looking up at the surface. All around you is calm and quiet, but you know that sooner, rather than later, your calm will dissolve, your lungs will constrict, and you’ll need to breathe. No one could stay high forever and it wasn’t good to try.
He was willing to be sober again, especially with her nestled right up against him. Her fingers were tickling along his body and he kept his eyes up at the leaves of the tree, resting in the last of the euphoria from both the climax and the high. It wasn’t true, but there still seemed to be no hurry to the day at all. He felt like they could lay here forever, under the shade of this tree, cooled by intermittent breezes and warmed by dappled sunlight filtering through the tree branches.
His eyes closed when she kissed him and he smiled to himself while she spoke, perfectly willing to have his ego stroked. Once she lapsed into silence, he drew in a deep breath, thinking to speak, but exhaled instead. After a few moments, he finally said, “I’ve found that it’s much more fun for everyone if both of us are enjoying it.” Probably he should have left it there, but he added. “Besides, it’s kind of a power trip to make another person lose control. I like that.” It had very little to do with being especially generous and more to do with meeting his own perception of what gratification looked like.
Minutes stretched on and when he was almost asleep, she spoke again. “Hmm?” he forced himself to be more awake. “Yes. It’s a bad idea, but I don’t have to deal with the consequences.” He half smiled, running the backs of his fingers down her chest as she propped herself up to look at him, asking where they would go. “I need to pick up some slaves. I was probably going to sail to the Port of the West for some.”
The Port of the West was in Bedoa. A fair distance from here but along the Nile, not that bad. Two days at most, the time there, and then two days of hard rowing back up the Nile. “It’s a rough town. Mud huts. Smells like urine. Bunch of nomads live there.”
“You like to feel powerful, hm?” Neithotep murmured at his explanation of his prowess, a small smile shaping the edge of her mouth. What man didn’t? Her lips softly trailed up his sternum, stopping at the hollow of his throat. “A Greek lion,” she declared him in a tease, her smile broadening. “King of this riverbank and the Nile beyond.”
Leaving a kiss on his neck, she straightened back up to look at him thoughtfully. A trip to Bedoa to pick up slaves. That wasn’t quite the adventure she’d had in mind, but she wasn’t about to argue or say no. She’d had slaves all her life, but never thought about where they originated. The naïve young woman just assumed that was the fate they were born to (and indeed some of them were), not that they might have been snatched from elsewhere. She felt a morbid curiosity in finding out where exactly they might have come from in the first place, as well as to see how they were gathered at all. And besides… the Port of the West was quite a distance from Cairo. The longer she could stay away from home, the better.
“No, you might not have to face the consequences, but I will,” Nia replied with a quiet laugh, though her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “But honestly, I don’t really care. What’s the worst they’ll do to me? Disown me? I dare them.” She snorted. “The worst thing that will happen is Iaheru will follow me around for two weeks and then forget I exist again. She’ll keep Father from giving me any money for a while. But other than that… whatever. It’ll be worth it to get away from Cairo, even if only for a few days.”
Her expression betrayed her steadily growing excitement at the thought. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest decision to sail off with a foreign man she’d only just met, but when had Nia ever been wise? She’d felt no malice toward her in the short time they’d spent together, and it wasn’t as if he was carrying her off never to be seen again. It was only a few days. Surely nothing could go wrong in such a short time. Now, what was left was to figure out how to slip away right under her parents’ noses…
“When would we leave?” she asked Lukos, lightly nuzzling beneath his ear. “I need to go home first for clothes and things like that, but I could probably slip out during the night without being seen. I’ve done it before.”
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“You like to feel powerful, hm?” Neithotep murmured at his explanation of his prowess, a small smile shaping the edge of her mouth. What man didn’t? Her lips softly trailed up his sternum, stopping at the hollow of his throat. “A Greek lion,” she declared him in a tease, her smile broadening. “King of this riverbank and the Nile beyond.”
Leaving a kiss on his neck, she straightened back up to look at him thoughtfully. A trip to Bedoa to pick up slaves. That wasn’t quite the adventure she’d had in mind, but she wasn’t about to argue or say no. She’d had slaves all her life, but never thought about where they originated. The naïve young woman just assumed that was the fate they were born to (and indeed some of them were), not that they might have been snatched from elsewhere. She felt a morbid curiosity in finding out where exactly they might have come from in the first place, as well as to see how they were gathered at all. And besides… the Port of the West was quite a distance from Cairo. The longer she could stay away from home, the better.
“No, you might not have to face the consequences, but I will,” Nia replied with a quiet laugh, though her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “But honestly, I don’t really care. What’s the worst they’ll do to me? Disown me? I dare them.” She snorted. “The worst thing that will happen is Iaheru will follow me around for two weeks and then forget I exist again. She’ll keep Father from giving me any money for a while. But other than that… whatever. It’ll be worth it to get away from Cairo, even if only for a few days.”
Her expression betrayed her steadily growing excitement at the thought. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest decision to sail off with a foreign man she’d only just met, but when had Nia ever been wise? She’d felt no malice toward her in the short time they’d spent together, and it wasn’t as if he was carrying her off never to be seen again. It was only a few days. Surely nothing could go wrong in such a short time. Now, what was left was to figure out how to slip away right under her parents’ noses…
“When would we leave?” she asked Lukos, lightly nuzzling beneath his ear. “I need to go home first for clothes and things like that, but I could probably slip out during the night without being seen. I’ve done it before.”
“You like to feel powerful, hm?” Neithotep murmured at his explanation of his prowess, a small smile shaping the edge of her mouth. What man didn’t? Her lips softly trailed up his sternum, stopping at the hollow of his throat. “A Greek lion,” she declared him in a tease, her smile broadening. “King of this riverbank and the Nile beyond.”
Leaving a kiss on his neck, she straightened back up to look at him thoughtfully. A trip to Bedoa to pick up slaves. That wasn’t quite the adventure she’d had in mind, but she wasn’t about to argue or say no. She’d had slaves all her life, but never thought about where they originated. The naïve young woman just assumed that was the fate they were born to (and indeed some of them were), not that they might have been snatched from elsewhere. She felt a morbid curiosity in finding out where exactly they might have come from in the first place, as well as to see how they were gathered at all. And besides… the Port of the West was quite a distance from Cairo. The longer she could stay away from home, the better.
“No, you might not have to face the consequences, but I will,” Nia replied with a quiet laugh, though her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “But honestly, I don’t really care. What’s the worst they’ll do to me? Disown me? I dare them.” She snorted. “The worst thing that will happen is Iaheru will follow me around for two weeks and then forget I exist again. She’ll keep Father from giving me any money for a while. But other than that… whatever. It’ll be worth it to get away from Cairo, even if only for a few days.”
Her expression betrayed her steadily growing excitement at the thought. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest decision to sail off with a foreign man she’d only just met, but when had Nia ever been wise? She’d felt no malice toward her in the short time they’d spent together, and it wasn’t as if he was carrying her off never to be seen again. It was only a few days. Surely nothing could go wrong in such a short time. Now, what was left was to figure out how to slip away right under her parents’ noses…
“When would we leave?” she asked Lukos, lightly nuzzling beneath his ear. “I need to go home first for clothes and things like that, but I could probably slip out during the night without being seen. I’ve done it before.”
He watched her as she considered his proposal and what it would mean. It meant leaving her city behind completely, and sailing the other end of Egypt, where the Bedoans sometimes gathered. It was not a glamorous voyage but he wasn’t ever going to pretend that he was something he wasn’t. As much as he’d liked playing with her this afternoon, he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that all of the time. It didn’t generate money, which, unfortunately, was what people needed in order to eat. Plus, Nia didn’t split twenty five different ways among his crew. Which meant they couldn’t give less of a flying flip about her.
It meant that when she got back, she was going to be in a world of trouble with whoever was in charge of her. Or...maybe not. Her mother had basically sanctioned this afternoon of blissful debauchery. She went on to outline how Iaheru, the name he was pretty sure belonged to her mother, was going to smother her for about two weeks. Not that he was going to open the subject, but that sounded a little like a vacation.
She looked pretty excited by the time she was finished speaking and he sat up, smirking at her. Slave runs weren’t that interesting, but he supposed for someone like her, they might be a diversion, at least. Her question of when they’d leave had him sighing and realizing that he was, at last, mostly sober.
“Uh,” he ran his fingers through his hair as he thought. “I’d like to go tonight.” She was against him again, nuzzling under his ear. There was definitely no shortage of affectionate touches, which also was interesting. By now a whore would be counting the coins he was dropping into her palm and they’d be discussing the weather or something equally benign.
“Let’s get back. Sooner you get home and slip off, the sooner I can get my ship ready.” He was now making a mental inventory of things he’d need to see to before they could leave. Needed to go to the market and get baskets and other random things to trade the Bedoans with, since they didn’t take money. Maybe he’d get some animals or something. Food. They liked that kind of thing. Easy, cheap things for him to buy that would earn him loads later. People sold for a good deal more than baskets.
He glanced around for his shirt and put it on. His pants and shoes were somewhere and he ended up finding those too. They both looked a lot more dishelved than when they’d come over here. “Back to the docks?” he suggested.
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He watched her as she considered his proposal and what it would mean. It meant leaving her city behind completely, and sailing the other end of Egypt, where the Bedoans sometimes gathered. It was not a glamorous voyage but he wasn’t ever going to pretend that he was something he wasn’t. As much as he’d liked playing with her this afternoon, he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that all of the time. It didn’t generate money, which, unfortunately, was what people needed in order to eat. Plus, Nia didn’t split twenty five different ways among his crew. Which meant they couldn’t give less of a flying flip about her.
It meant that when she got back, she was going to be in a world of trouble with whoever was in charge of her. Or...maybe not. Her mother had basically sanctioned this afternoon of blissful debauchery. She went on to outline how Iaheru, the name he was pretty sure belonged to her mother, was going to smother her for about two weeks. Not that he was going to open the subject, but that sounded a little like a vacation.
She looked pretty excited by the time she was finished speaking and he sat up, smirking at her. Slave runs weren’t that interesting, but he supposed for someone like her, they might be a diversion, at least. Her question of when they’d leave had him sighing and realizing that he was, at last, mostly sober.
“Uh,” he ran his fingers through his hair as he thought. “I’d like to go tonight.” She was against him again, nuzzling under his ear. There was definitely no shortage of affectionate touches, which also was interesting. By now a whore would be counting the coins he was dropping into her palm and they’d be discussing the weather or something equally benign.
“Let’s get back. Sooner you get home and slip off, the sooner I can get my ship ready.” He was now making a mental inventory of things he’d need to see to before they could leave. Needed to go to the market and get baskets and other random things to trade the Bedoans with, since they didn’t take money. Maybe he’d get some animals or something. Food. They liked that kind of thing. Easy, cheap things for him to buy that would earn him loads later. People sold for a good deal more than baskets.
He glanced around for his shirt and put it on. His pants and shoes were somewhere and he ended up finding those too. They both looked a lot more dishelved than when they’d come over here. “Back to the docks?” he suggested.
He watched her as she considered his proposal and what it would mean. It meant leaving her city behind completely, and sailing the other end of Egypt, where the Bedoans sometimes gathered. It was not a glamorous voyage but he wasn’t ever going to pretend that he was something he wasn’t. As much as he’d liked playing with her this afternoon, he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that all of the time. It didn’t generate money, which, unfortunately, was what people needed in order to eat. Plus, Nia didn’t split twenty five different ways among his crew. Which meant they couldn’t give less of a flying flip about her.
It meant that when she got back, she was going to be in a world of trouble with whoever was in charge of her. Or...maybe not. Her mother had basically sanctioned this afternoon of blissful debauchery. She went on to outline how Iaheru, the name he was pretty sure belonged to her mother, was going to smother her for about two weeks. Not that he was going to open the subject, but that sounded a little like a vacation.
She looked pretty excited by the time she was finished speaking and he sat up, smirking at her. Slave runs weren’t that interesting, but he supposed for someone like her, they might be a diversion, at least. Her question of when they’d leave had him sighing and realizing that he was, at last, mostly sober.
“Uh,” he ran his fingers through his hair as he thought. “I’d like to go tonight.” She was against him again, nuzzling under his ear. There was definitely no shortage of affectionate touches, which also was interesting. By now a whore would be counting the coins he was dropping into her palm and they’d be discussing the weather or something equally benign.
“Let’s get back. Sooner you get home and slip off, the sooner I can get my ship ready.” He was now making a mental inventory of things he’d need to see to before they could leave. Needed to go to the market and get baskets and other random things to trade the Bedoans with, since they didn’t take money. Maybe he’d get some animals or something. Food. They liked that kind of thing. Easy, cheap things for him to buy that would earn him loads later. People sold for a good deal more than baskets.
He glanced around for his shirt and put it on. His pants and shoes were somewhere and he ended up finding those too. They both looked a lot more dishelved than when they’d come over here. “Back to the docks?” he suggested.
Nia climbed almost reluctantly to her feet, stretching her arms above her head with a blissful sigh. Glancing up toward the sky, she made a face. It was nearly sundown, and she had promised her mother she’d find her by then. No matter how lovely their languid afternoon on the shady riverbank had been, it had to come to an end eventually. Looking over at Lukos, she grinned. It wouldn’t have to end for long, though. This might be a business venture, but she doubted he’d be taking her along if there wasn’t pleasure to be found, as well.
Re-donning her kalasiris, she hastily tied the knots that held it in place and straightened it out, though there was little that would disguise what they’d been up to for a good portion of the day. All it would take was one look at her ruffled hair and the bite marks along her shoulder to put the pieces together, though if Iaheru didn’t realize what her daughter was about before she’d walked away, she was utterly blind.
“If we must…” Nia playfully drawled at Lukos’s suggestion that they head back, tying off the ends of her gown before they started the trek to avoid the problems she’d faced on the way. Grabbing her shoes and tucking them under her arm, she gestured for him to follow, picking their way back through the underbrush as they headed off in the direction they’d come.
The trip back didn’t take very long, Nia remaining quiet for most of it. She, too, was contemplating everything she needed to grab for a few days’ journey and how she was going to make her way out of the saraaya without anyone noticing. A few changes of clothing, a sturdier pair of shoes, a comb, maybe some bathing oils… how much did she really need? The far trickier maneuver would be her escape. Ah, well. She’d figure that out when it came down to it.
The sun was just dipping below the horizon when they made it back to the port, the activity far quieter than earlier in the day. Carefully scanning the crowd, it didn’t take her long to find Iaheru lingering on the dock near her companion’s ship. Nia sighed. Of course her mother was as good as her word. She wondered how long the woman had been waiting for them already.
Hastily running her fingers through her disheveled locks, she pasted a smile on her face as they neared Iaheru. “Mother,” Nia greeted her with a nod, straightening her spine and doing her very best to look as if she hadn’t been having sex in the grass all day. “Have you had a pleasant day?”
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Nia climbed almost reluctantly to her feet, stretching her arms above her head with a blissful sigh. Glancing up toward the sky, she made a face. It was nearly sundown, and she had promised her mother she’d find her by then. No matter how lovely their languid afternoon on the shady riverbank had been, it had to come to an end eventually. Looking over at Lukos, she grinned. It wouldn’t have to end for long, though. This might be a business venture, but she doubted he’d be taking her along if there wasn’t pleasure to be found, as well.
Re-donning her kalasiris, she hastily tied the knots that held it in place and straightened it out, though there was little that would disguise what they’d been up to for a good portion of the day. All it would take was one look at her ruffled hair and the bite marks along her shoulder to put the pieces together, though if Iaheru didn’t realize what her daughter was about before she’d walked away, she was utterly blind.
“If we must…” Nia playfully drawled at Lukos’s suggestion that they head back, tying off the ends of her gown before they started the trek to avoid the problems she’d faced on the way. Grabbing her shoes and tucking them under her arm, she gestured for him to follow, picking their way back through the underbrush as they headed off in the direction they’d come.
The trip back didn’t take very long, Nia remaining quiet for most of it. She, too, was contemplating everything she needed to grab for a few days’ journey and how she was going to make her way out of the saraaya without anyone noticing. A few changes of clothing, a sturdier pair of shoes, a comb, maybe some bathing oils… how much did she really need? The far trickier maneuver would be her escape. Ah, well. She’d figure that out when it came down to it.
The sun was just dipping below the horizon when they made it back to the port, the activity far quieter than earlier in the day. Carefully scanning the crowd, it didn’t take her long to find Iaheru lingering on the dock near her companion’s ship. Nia sighed. Of course her mother was as good as her word. She wondered how long the woman had been waiting for them already.
Hastily running her fingers through her disheveled locks, she pasted a smile on her face as they neared Iaheru. “Mother,” Nia greeted her with a nod, straightening her spine and doing her very best to look as if she hadn’t been having sex in the grass all day. “Have you had a pleasant day?”
Nia climbed almost reluctantly to her feet, stretching her arms above her head with a blissful sigh. Glancing up toward the sky, she made a face. It was nearly sundown, and she had promised her mother she’d find her by then. No matter how lovely their languid afternoon on the shady riverbank had been, it had to come to an end eventually. Looking over at Lukos, she grinned. It wouldn’t have to end for long, though. This might be a business venture, but she doubted he’d be taking her along if there wasn’t pleasure to be found, as well.
Re-donning her kalasiris, she hastily tied the knots that held it in place and straightened it out, though there was little that would disguise what they’d been up to for a good portion of the day. All it would take was one look at her ruffled hair and the bite marks along her shoulder to put the pieces together, though if Iaheru didn’t realize what her daughter was about before she’d walked away, she was utterly blind.
“If we must…” Nia playfully drawled at Lukos’s suggestion that they head back, tying off the ends of her gown before they started the trek to avoid the problems she’d faced on the way. Grabbing her shoes and tucking them under her arm, she gestured for him to follow, picking their way back through the underbrush as they headed off in the direction they’d come.
The trip back didn’t take very long, Nia remaining quiet for most of it. She, too, was contemplating everything she needed to grab for a few days’ journey and how she was going to make her way out of the saraaya without anyone noticing. A few changes of clothing, a sturdier pair of shoes, a comb, maybe some bathing oils… how much did she really need? The far trickier maneuver would be her escape. Ah, well. She’d figure that out when it came down to it.
The sun was just dipping below the horizon when they made it back to the port, the activity far quieter than earlier in the day. Carefully scanning the crowd, it didn’t take her long to find Iaheru lingering on the dock near her companion’s ship. Nia sighed. Of course her mother was as good as her word. She wondered how long the woman had been waiting for them already.
Hastily running her fingers through her disheveled locks, she pasted a smile on her face as they neared Iaheru. “Mother,” Nia greeted her with a nod, straightening her spine and doing her very best to look as if she hadn’t been having sex in the grass all day. “Have you had a pleasant day?”
As the heat of the day settled beneath the horizon, workers filed into taverns and Iaheru remained with her captains and guards. The Sheifa Customs House, regardless of the sun's position, was a hub of activity. The ports never quieted, the water always retained a slight ripple from incoming and departing ships, the flow of water indicated the flow of currency as it ebbed and (mostly) flowed to the complex domineering the Nile. Iaheru had pestered the foreign vessel docked on her slips, it had caused quite the disruption today. Had it not been for storms to the East, Hei Sheifa would not have been able to receive a shipment of mango lumber.
Conveniently, she was trolling the docks when her daughter traipsed with the foreign man she needed to speak with in tow. Guards surrounded the slips, refusing the workers to exit. Iaheru had, in her qualified generosity, provided the crew with water and dates as they endured the baking Egyptian heat. As the chill settled across the plains of Cairo, Iaheru had shrugged into a damask shawl. Tassels bristled in the slightest of breezes with Iaheru's pointed nose jutting from the edge of a headscarf.
Iaheru's eyebrow perched at her daughter's appearance. Now was not the time to chide her daughter, especially in front of the sailor she had to speak with urgently. Iaheru may have a prudish reputation, but she certainly wasn't blind, if her daughter had to have a row with a sailor, Iaheru was glad it was with someone so handsome. "Not as pleasant as yours," She answered with a smirk, her tone flatter than palm fronds.
"His day is about to be stickier," Iaheru pointed at the sailor, "You are docked in our slip without a charter. Explain yourself, why you're here, and why I'm supposed to divert ships that have paid so you can tour Cairo."
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As the heat of the day settled beneath the horizon, workers filed into taverns and Iaheru remained with her captains and guards. The Sheifa Customs House, regardless of the sun's position, was a hub of activity. The ports never quieted, the water always retained a slight ripple from incoming and departing ships, the flow of water indicated the flow of currency as it ebbed and (mostly) flowed to the complex domineering the Nile. Iaheru had pestered the foreign vessel docked on her slips, it had caused quite the disruption today. Had it not been for storms to the East, Hei Sheifa would not have been able to receive a shipment of mango lumber.
Conveniently, she was trolling the docks when her daughter traipsed with the foreign man she needed to speak with in tow. Guards surrounded the slips, refusing the workers to exit. Iaheru had, in her qualified generosity, provided the crew with water and dates as they endured the baking Egyptian heat. As the chill settled across the plains of Cairo, Iaheru had shrugged into a damask shawl. Tassels bristled in the slightest of breezes with Iaheru's pointed nose jutting from the edge of a headscarf.
Iaheru's eyebrow perched at her daughter's appearance. Now was not the time to chide her daughter, especially in front of the sailor she had to speak with urgently. Iaheru may have a prudish reputation, but she certainly wasn't blind, if her daughter had to have a row with a sailor, Iaheru was glad it was with someone so handsome. "Not as pleasant as yours," She answered with a smirk, her tone flatter than palm fronds.
"His day is about to be stickier," Iaheru pointed at the sailor, "You are docked in our slip without a charter. Explain yourself, why you're here, and why I'm supposed to divert ships that have paid so you can tour Cairo."
As the heat of the day settled beneath the horizon, workers filed into taverns and Iaheru remained with her captains and guards. The Sheifa Customs House, regardless of the sun's position, was a hub of activity. The ports never quieted, the water always retained a slight ripple from incoming and departing ships, the flow of water indicated the flow of currency as it ebbed and (mostly) flowed to the complex domineering the Nile. Iaheru had pestered the foreign vessel docked on her slips, it had caused quite the disruption today. Had it not been for storms to the East, Hei Sheifa would not have been able to receive a shipment of mango lumber.
Conveniently, she was trolling the docks when her daughter traipsed with the foreign man she needed to speak with in tow. Guards surrounded the slips, refusing the workers to exit. Iaheru had, in her qualified generosity, provided the crew with water and dates as they endured the baking Egyptian heat. As the chill settled across the plains of Cairo, Iaheru had shrugged into a damask shawl. Tassels bristled in the slightest of breezes with Iaheru's pointed nose jutting from the edge of a headscarf.
Iaheru's eyebrow perched at her daughter's appearance. Now was not the time to chide her daughter, especially in front of the sailor she had to speak with urgently. Iaheru may have a prudish reputation, but she certainly wasn't blind, if her daughter had to have a row with a sailor, Iaheru was glad it was with someone so handsome. "Not as pleasant as yours," She answered with a smirk, her tone flatter than palm fronds.
"His day is about to be stickier," Iaheru pointed at the sailor, "You are docked in our slip without a charter. Explain yourself, why you're here, and why I'm supposed to divert ships that have paid so you can tour Cairo."
Arktos hadn’t liked this woman one bit. Until she’d brought them water and food. Then the first mate had changed his tune, somewhat and was leaning against the mast, munching contentedly on some dates. Every so often, the huge man’s eyes would wander over to Iaheru. He hadn’t understood the exchange she’d had with Lukos and whoever the pretty girl his captain had wandered off with was. He also hadn’t understood anything she’d said or why they were getting water and dates.
All he’d seen was that she was clearly waiting, and had given them nice things. Still. He didn’t trust someone who kept glancing around or waiting. He figured it had something to do with Lukos. From the way that the woman perked up when Nia and Lukos came into view, he nodded to himself. No one did anything for free and he expected payment of some kind would need to be given for this food, which was why Arktos stumped down into the hold in search of Lukos’s scribe and money keeper, Bianor.
Lukos, meanwhile, was walking alongside Nia, perfectly at ease. The entire afternoon had been much lazier than he’d expected it to be and satisfying beyond that. As expected, he spotted her mother and didn’t bother to tense up or act coy about what had gone on at all. They all knew what everyone had been up to and he was prepared to just leave Nia in her mother’s claws, when Iaheru spoke up.
"Not as pleasant as yours," the woman smirked and Lukos narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like the glint there. She was hiding something and he didn’t know what it was. This was a look he was intimately familiar with; one where people expected that they had the upper hand in something and meant to trick him. What was worse, was he realized he’d already fallen for whatever it was. Nia had been a trojan horse of some kind and he wasn’t sure if she was in on whatever ploy her mother had or not.
"His day is about to be stickier," Iaheru pointed at him and Lukos’s brows shot up before coming back down in a dark glower.
“I don’t like threatened,” he hedged and didn’t have to wait long for Iaheru to explain herself. The longer she spoke, the wider and more incensed his eyes became. “No charter?” that was bullshit. “Wait here,” he said savagely. Maybe he couldn’t read, but he knew damn fucking well what a charter looked like and he’d seen Bianor draw one up when they docked. He’d also witnessed it taken by the harbor master.
“Bianor!” he shouted as he prowled up the gangway, storming across the deck, and drumming down the stairs. Once down in the gloom of the hold, he spun to the right and stalked down another short few stairs until he was in the longer, wider part of the ship where the hammocks hung. At the furthest end, lit by a single candle, stood Arktos, arguing with an ancient old man who sat at a desk nailed to the floor, surrounded by bookshelves also nailed down.
“Captain,” Arktos moved aside as Lukos shoved past him.
Captain!” Bianor yowled in anger as he found himself hauled up by the back of his shirt. Trying to twist away on his spindly legs, Bianor swiped at Lukos’s hand but ended up having to concentrate on keeping up as Lukos dragged him across the hold, up the stairs, and onto the deck of his ship. He did not release the old man until they were down the gangway and in front of Iaheru.
“Tell her,” he said in Greek, since Bianor didn’t speak Coptic. “Tell her you have signed the charter this morning. I saw you do it.”
Bianor looked from the captain to Iaheru, and spared half a glance for Nia. He gave Lukos another hateful look and then spoke to Iaheru, still in Greek.
“The charter was signed and taken by the harbor master.”
“See?” Lukos demanded in Coptic. “He says it was done. So you lost it.”
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Arktos hadn’t liked this woman one bit. Until she’d brought them water and food. Then the first mate had changed his tune, somewhat and was leaning against the mast, munching contentedly on some dates. Every so often, the huge man’s eyes would wander over to Iaheru. He hadn’t understood the exchange she’d had with Lukos and whoever the pretty girl his captain had wandered off with was. He also hadn’t understood anything she’d said or why they were getting water and dates.
All he’d seen was that she was clearly waiting, and had given them nice things. Still. He didn’t trust someone who kept glancing around or waiting. He figured it had something to do with Lukos. From the way that the woman perked up when Nia and Lukos came into view, he nodded to himself. No one did anything for free and he expected payment of some kind would need to be given for this food, which was why Arktos stumped down into the hold in search of Lukos’s scribe and money keeper, Bianor.
Lukos, meanwhile, was walking alongside Nia, perfectly at ease. The entire afternoon had been much lazier than he’d expected it to be and satisfying beyond that. As expected, he spotted her mother and didn’t bother to tense up or act coy about what had gone on at all. They all knew what everyone had been up to and he was prepared to just leave Nia in her mother’s claws, when Iaheru spoke up.
"Not as pleasant as yours," the woman smirked and Lukos narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like the glint there. She was hiding something and he didn’t know what it was. This was a look he was intimately familiar with; one where people expected that they had the upper hand in something and meant to trick him. What was worse, was he realized he’d already fallen for whatever it was. Nia had been a trojan horse of some kind and he wasn’t sure if she was in on whatever ploy her mother had or not.
"His day is about to be stickier," Iaheru pointed at him and Lukos’s brows shot up before coming back down in a dark glower.
“I don’t like threatened,” he hedged and didn’t have to wait long for Iaheru to explain herself. The longer she spoke, the wider and more incensed his eyes became. “No charter?” that was bullshit. “Wait here,” he said savagely. Maybe he couldn’t read, but he knew damn fucking well what a charter looked like and he’d seen Bianor draw one up when they docked. He’d also witnessed it taken by the harbor master.
“Bianor!” he shouted as he prowled up the gangway, storming across the deck, and drumming down the stairs. Once down in the gloom of the hold, he spun to the right and stalked down another short few stairs until he was in the longer, wider part of the ship where the hammocks hung. At the furthest end, lit by a single candle, stood Arktos, arguing with an ancient old man who sat at a desk nailed to the floor, surrounded by bookshelves also nailed down.
“Captain,” Arktos moved aside as Lukos shoved past him.
Captain!” Bianor yowled in anger as he found himself hauled up by the back of his shirt. Trying to twist away on his spindly legs, Bianor swiped at Lukos’s hand but ended up having to concentrate on keeping up as Lukos dragged him across the hold, up the stairs, and onto the deck of his ship. He did not release the old man until they were down the gangway and in front of Iaheru.
“Tell her,” he said in Greek, since Bianor didn’t speak Coptic. “Tell her you have signed the charter this morning. I saw you do it.”
Bianor looked from the captain to Iaheru, and spared half a glance for Nia. He gave Lukos another hateful look and then spoke to Iaheru, still in Greek.
“The charter was signed and taken by the harbor master.”
“See?” Lukos demanded in Coptic. “He says it was done. So you lost it.”
Arktos hadn’t liked this woman one bit. Until she’d brought them water and food. Then the first mate had changed his tune, somewhat and was leaning against the mast, munching contentedly on some dates. Every so often, the huge man’s eyes would wander over to Iaheru. He hadn’t understood the exchange she’d had with Lukos and whoever the pretty girl his captain had wandered off with was. He also hadn’t understood anything she’d said or why they were getting water and dates.
All he’d seen was that she was clearly waiting, and had given them nice things. Still. He didn’t trust someone who kept glancing around or waiting. He figured it had something to do with Lukos. From the way that the woman perked up when Nia and Lukos came into view, he nodded to himself. No one did anything for free and he expected payment of some kind would need to be given for this food, which was why Arktos stumped down into the hold in search of Lukos’s scribe and money keeper, Bianor.
Lukos, meanwhile, was walking alongside Nia, perfectly at ease. The entire afternoon had been much lazier than he’d expected it to be and satisfying beyond that. As expected, he spotted her mother and didn’t bother to tense up or act coy about what had gone on at all. They all knew what everyone had been up to and he was prepared to just leave Nia in her mother’s claws, when Iaheru spoke up.
"Not as pleasant as yours," the woman smirked and Lukos narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like the glint there. She was hiding something and he didn’t know what it was. This was a look he was intimately familiar with; one where people expected that they had the upper hand in something and meant to trick him. What was worse, was he realized he’d already fallen for whatever it was. Nia had been a trojan horse of some kind and he wasn’t sure if she was in on whatever ploy her mother had or not.
"His day is about to be stickier," Iaheru pointed at him and Lukos’s brows shot up before coming back down in a dark glower.
“I don’t like threatened,” he hedged and didn’t have to wait long for Iaheru to explain herself. The longer she spoke, the wider and more incensed his eyes became. “No charter?” that was bullshit. “Wait here,” he said savagely. Maybe he couldn’t read, but he knew damn fucking well what a charter looked like and he’d seen Bianor draw one up when they docked. He’d also witnessed it taken by the harbor master.
“Bianor!” he shouted as he prowled up the gangway, storming across the deck, and drumming down the stairs. Once down in the gloom of the hold, he spun to the right and stalked down another short few stairs until he was in the longer, wider part of the ship where the hammocks hung. At the furthest end, lit by a single candle, stood Arktos, arguing with an ancient old man who sat at a desk nailed to the floor, surrounded by bookshelves also nailed down.
“Captain,” Arktos moved aside as Lukos shoved past him.
Captain!” Bianor yowled in anger as he found himself hauled up by the back of his shirt. Trying to twist away on his spindly legs, Bianor swiped at Lukos’s hand but ended up having to concentrate on keeping up as Lukos dragged him across the hold, up the stairs, and onto the deck of his ship. He did not release the old man until they were down the gangway and in front of Iaheru.
“Tell her,” he said in Greek, since Bianor didn’t speak Coptic. “Tell her you have signed the charter this morning. I saw you do it.”
Bianor looked from the captain to Iaheru, and spared half a glance for Nia. He gave Lukos another hateful look and then spoke to Iaheru, still in Greek.
“The charter was signed and taken by the harbor master.”
“See?” Lukos demanded in Coptic. “He says it was done. So you lost it.”
Iaheru was used to this behavior, however unbecoming it was. It was best not to give into the theatrics of men. She turned to give her daughter a puzzled look, wondering why she favored such a dysfunctional partner. What could he possibly offer her that wasn't completely invalidated by his composure? Iaheru quickly looked away, an internal guilt resonating from the one moment Neithotep's own father lost control on that momentous evening, uncomfortably realizing the parallels as the man stormed onto his ship and hurled disrespect in her face. "You aren't being threatened, perhaps you are not accustomed to Egyptian banter, Captain."
Calmly, Iaheru twisted solid gold and cooper bangles along her wrists as the man stormed onto his ship and exposed his nature. It was then that Iaheru spoke without glancing at Neithotep, knowing that whatever peace they arrived at on the walk over here would be destroyed by a mother's instinct. "If his temper is this strong after a relaxing afternoon that I don't need the details of, just think of how violent he can be when provoked."
With a subtle pause, she then motioned for a stray servant to come forward. In a polite, but pointed tone, Iaheru asked the woman servant to fetch a translator. Though Iaheru learned Greek from her travels with Onuphrious and her business on the docks, it was best to have a learned mind process what she couldn't effectively in her state of distaste.
This sourness, which manifested ultimately in an upturned nostril on an otherwise blank face, permeated Iaheru's aura when the brash sailor physically dragged the older man onto the docks. She took a step back in disgust, breaking away from an icy stoicism. "You are on my docks. You are to release that man before I truly threaten you," she spoke in an accented Greek in her rage, dismissing the need for a translator entirely.
Even with their estrangement, Iaheru felt uniquely blessed that her husband had taken to Thebes for a time to oversee their businesses to the South. Though Onuphrious was notoriously level-headed, his family was the one aspect of his life he did not take lightly, and a display of aggression and disrespect in front of his wife and daughter would not be tolerated. It was very likely Captain Lukos would leave Egypt with what cargo he needed, but without the hands to lift it or the tongue to order his men so abruptly.
She objectively listened to the best of her ability, her bias skewing towards rejecting the boat from port. Yet, she saw that his men were famished from an idle day in the Egyptian heat. Water and dates could only sate exhaustion but so much. Iaheru, to the translator, speaks evenly, "I see there has been a misunderstanding. The charter is presented to the receiving House, not the Harbormaster. The Harbormaster verifies entry. It seems as if the Pharaoh's Harbormaster has unfortunately seized our collective property and payment. For that, I apologize and will have it fixed." Iaheru's overall disdain was only heightened by this realization. The Pharaoh's growing obsession with disturbing trade for the sake of it wasn't conducive to profit. She would have a word with this particular Harbormaster. Perhaps her own sailors would share their feelings with the Harbormaster outside a tavern this evening.
She folded her hands in front of her, shoulders thrown back in an upright position, like a cat poised defensively on its haunches. Through the translator, she continues, "Because of this likely error, Hei Sheifa will allow you to dock your ship here until noon tomorrow. We will not charge you for the water and dates provided to your crew."
"I will, however, remember this display," Iaheru gestured to the rickety, old man. She then held her hand to halt the translator, briefly turning to Neithotep all before her bright eyes vilified Lukos. Speaking in her own Greek, for emphasis, "How will you rectify your inhospitality?"
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Iaheru was used to this behavior, however unbecoming it was. It was best not to give into the theatrics of men. She turned to give her daughter a puzzled look, wondering why she favored such a dysfunctional partner. What could he possibly offer her that wasn't completely invalidated by his composure? Iaheru quickly looked away, an internal guilt resonating from the one moment Neithotep's own father lost control on that momentous evening, uncomfortably realizing the parallels as the man stormed onto his ship and hurled disrespect in her face. "You aren't being threatened, perhaps you are not accustomed to Egyptian banter, Captain."
Calmly, Iaheru twisted solid gold and cooper bangles along her wrists as the man stormed onto his ship and exposed his nature. It was then that Iaheru spoke without glancing at Neithotep, knowing that whatever peace they arrived at on the walk over here would be destroyed by a mother's instinct. "If his temper is this strong after a relaxing afternoon that I don't need the details of, just think of how violent he can be when provoked."
With a subtle pause, she then motioned for a stray servant to come forward. In a polite, but pointed tone, Iaheru asked the woman servant to fetch a translator. Though Iaheru learned Greek from her travels with Onuphrious and her business on the docks, it was best to have a learned mind process what she couldn't effectively in her state of distaste.
This sourness, which manifested ultimately in an upturned nostril on an otherwise blank face, permeated Iaheru's aura when the brash sailor physically dragged the older man onto the docks. She took a step back in disgust, breaking away from an icy stoicism. "You are on my docks. You are to release that man before I truly threaten you," she spoke in an accented Greek in her rage, dismissing the need for a translator entirely.
Even with their estrangement, Iaheru felt uniquely blessed that her husband had taken to Thebes for a time to oversee their businesses to the South. Though Onuphrious was notoriously level-headed, his family was the one aspect of his life he did not take lightly, and a display of aggression and disrespect in front of his wife and daughter would not be tolerated. It was very likely Captain Lukos would leave Egypt with what cargo he needed, but without the hands to lift it or the tongue to order his men so abruptly.
She objectively listened to the best of her ability, her bias skewing towards rejecting the boat from port. Yet, she saw that his men were famished from an idle day in the Egyptian heat. Water and dates could only sate exhaustion but so much. Iaheru, to the translator, speaks evenly, "I see there has been a misunderstanding. The charter is presented to the receiving House, not the Harbormaster. The Harbormaster verifies entry. It seems as if the Pharaoh's Harbormaster has unfortunately seized our collective property and payment. For that, I apologize and will have it fixed." Iaheru's overall disdain was only heightened by this realization. The Pharaoh's growing obsession with disturbing trade for the sake of it wasn't conducive to profit. She would have a word with this particular Harbormaster. Perhaps her own sailors would share their feelings with the Harbormaster outside a tavern this evening.
She folded her hands in front of her, shoulders thrown back in an upright position, like a cat poised defensively on its haunches. Through the translator, she continues, "Because of this likely error, Hei Sheifa will allow you to dock your ship here until noon tomorrow. We will not charge you for the water and dates provided to your crew."
"I will, however, remember this display," Iaheru gestured to the rickety, old man. She then held her hand to halt the translator, briefly turning to Neithotep all before her bright eyes vilified Lukos. Speaking in her own Greek, for emphasis, "How will you rectify your inhospitality?"
Iaheru was used to this behavior, however unbecoming it was. It was best not to give into the theatrics of men. She turned to give her daughter a puzzled look, wondering why she favored such a dysfunctional partner. What could he possibly offer her that wasn't completely invalidated by his composure? Iaheru quickly looked away, an internal guilt resonating from the one moment Neithotep's own father lost control on that momentous evening, uncomfortably realizing the parallels as the man stormed onto his ship and hurled disrespect in her face. "You aren't being threatened, perhaps you are not accustomed to Egyptian banter, Captain."
Calmly, Iaheru twisted solid gold and cooper bangles along her wrists as the man stormed onto his ship and exposed his nature. It was then that Iaheru spoke without glancing at Neithotep, knowing that whatever peace they arrived at on the walk over here would be destroyed by a mother's instinct. "If his temper is this strong after a relaxing afternoon that I don't need the details of, just think of how violent he can be when provoked."
With a subtle pause, she then motioned for a stray servant to come forward. In a polite, but pointed tone, Iaheru asked the woman servant to fetch a translator. Though Iaheru learned Greek from her travels with Onuphrious and her business on the docks, it was best to have a learned mind process what she couldn't effectively in her state of distaste.
This sourness, which manifested ultimately in an upturned nostril on an otherwise blank face, permeated Iaheru's aura when the brash sailor physically dragged the older man onto the docks. She took a step back in disgust, breaking away from an icy stoicism. "You are on my docks. You are to release that man before I truly threaten you," she spoke in an accented Greek in her rage, dismissing the need for a translator entirely.
Even with their estrangement, Iaheru felt uniquely blessed that her husband had taken to Thebes for a time to oversee their businesses to the South. Though Onuphrious was notoriously level-headed, his family was the one aspect of his life he did not take lightly, and a display of aggression and disrespect in front of his wife and daughter would not be tolerated. It was very likely Captain Lukos would leave Egypt with what cargo he needed, but without the hands to lift it or the tongue to order his men so abruptly.
She objectively listened to the best of her ability, her bias skewing towards rejecting the boat from port. Yet, she saw that his men were famished from an idle day in the Egyptian heat. Water and dates could only sate exhaustion but so much. Iaheru, to the translator, speaks evenly, "I see there has been a misunderstanding. The charter is presented to the receiving House, not the Harbormaster. The Harbormaster verifies entry. It seems as if the Pharaoh's Harbormaster has unfortunately seized our collective property and payment. For that, I apologize and will have it fixed." Iaheru's overall disdain was only heightened by this realization. The Pharaoh's growing obsession with disturbing trade for the sake of it wasn't conducive to profit. She would have a word with this particular Harbormaster. Perhaps her own sailors would share their feelings with the Harbormaster outside a tavern this evening.
She folded her hands in front of her, shoulders thrown back in an upright position, like a cat poised defensively on its haunches. Through the translator, she continues, "Because of this likely error, Hei Sheifa will allow you to dock your ship here until noon tomorrow. We will not charge you for the water and dates provided to your crew."
"I will, however, remember this display," Iaheru gestured to the rickety, old man. She then held her hand to halt the translator, briefly turning to Neithotep all before her bright eyes vilified Lukos. Speaking in her own Greek, for emphasis, "How will you rectify your inhospitality?"
At that moment, Nia wanted nothing more than to jump off the dock and swim away down the Nile, crocodiles be damned.
She helplessly watched her mother throw the bait in front of Lukos and then him take it, her face flushing as she dropped her gaze to her feet. Gods, but this was embarrassing. If she could have simply faded from existence right then and there, she would have. She should never have been fooled by her mother’s easy compliance earlier in the day. She should have known she was up to something else.
As Lukos stormed onto his ship and Iaheru muttered at her side, Nia darted a sharp look her way, only barely restraining herself from doing something incredibly childish like pinching her or stepping on her foot. She thought it was a mark of her own maturity that she did no such thing.
“Well, perhaps if you weren’t standing here so blithely threatening him and calling it ‘banter,’ he wouldn’t be so angry,” Nia shot right back, biting the inside of her cheek before she said something else she might regret. The brief glance she threw Iaheru’s way was hot and furious, daring her mother to contradict her. “Do you like being accused of lying, Mother?”
Before their conversation could continue, Lukos was back, some poor older man in tow. Words were forced from his mouth in a tongue she didn’t understand, but the meaning was clear enough. Something had gone wrong, and it seemed like Iaheru was backstroking to fix it. Was she even admitting she had been wrong?
She glanced between Iaheru and Lukos as the Sheifa matriarch declared his ship could remain docked until noon the next day. Little did she know, they would be gone long before that… at least, if Lukos still wanted Nia to come after this whole display. She hoped he didn’t place her mother’s sins at her feet; after all, she thought she’d been rather clear through the day about the disdain she held for the woman who birthed her. She certainly had nothing to do with this, and she wished Iaheru would just go back to wherever she’d been hiding that afternoon. Why was she doing this? What purpose could harassing him possibly serve? Was she just trying to reassert her power in a world that loved to remind her of how much it was dwindling?
Nia’s look was sharp when Iaheru switched to Greek herself instead of relying on the translator. She had no idea what the older woman said, but the look on her face suggested it wasn’t very pleasant. Holding her breath, she waited for Lukos’s response, all the while trying to figure out just exactly how she might slip off into the night without either of them noticing she’d gone.
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At that moment, Nia wanted nothing more than to jump off the dock and swim away down the Nile, crocodiles be damned.
She helplessly watched her mother throw the bait in front of Lukos and then him take it, her face flushing as she dropped her gaze to her feet. Gods, but this was embarrassing. If she could have simply faded from existence right then and there, she would have. She should never have been fooled by her mother’s easy compliance earlier in the day. She should have known she was up to something else.
As Lukos stormed onto his ship and Iaheru muttered at her side, Nia darted a sharp look her way, only barely restraining herself from doing something incredibly childish like pinching her or stepping on her foot. She thought it was a mark of her own maturity that she did no such thing.
“Well, perhaps if you weren’t standing here so blithely threatening him and calling it ‘banter,’ he wouldn’t be so angry,” Nia shot right back, biting the inside of her cheek before she said something else she might regret. The brief glance she threw Iaheru’s way was hot and furious, daring her mother to contradict her. “Do you like being accused of lying, Mother?”
Before their conversation could continue, Lukos was back, some poor older man in tow. Words were forced from his mouth in a tongue she didn’t understand, but the meaning was clear enough. Something had gone wrong, and it seemed like Iaheru was backstroking to fix it. Was she even admitting she had been wrong?
She glanced between Iaheru and Lukos as the Sheifa matriarch declared his ship could remain docked until noon the next day. Little did she know, they would be gone long before that… at least, if Lukos still wanted Nia to come after this whole display. She hoped he didn’t place her mother’s sins at her feet; after all, she thought she’d been rather clear through the day about the disdain she held for the woman who birthed her. She certainly had nothing to do with this, and she wished Iaheru would just go back to wherever she’d been hiding that afternoon. Why was she doing this? What purpose could harassing him possibly serve? Was she just trying to reassert her power in a world that loved to remind her of how much it was dwindling?
Nia’s look was sharp when Iaheru switched to Greek herself instead of relying on the translator. She had no idea what the older woman said, but the look on her face suggested it wasn’t very pleasant. Holding her breath, she waited for Lukos’s response, all the while trying to figure out just exactly how she might slip off into the night without either of them noticing she’d gone.
At that moment, Nia wanted nothing more than to jump off the dock and swim away down the Nile, crocodiles be damned.
She helplessly watched her mother throw the bait in front of Lukos and then him take it, her face flushing as she dropped her gaze to her feet. Gods, but this was embarrassing. If she could have simply faded from existence right then and there, she would have. She should never have been fooled by her mother’s easy compliance earlier in the day. She should have known she was up to something else.
As Lukos stormed onto his ship and Iaheru muttered at her side, Nia darted a sharp look her way, only barely restraining herself from doing something incredibly childish like pinching her or stepping on her foot. She thought it was a mark of her own maturity that she did no such thing.
“Well, perhaps if you weren’t standing here so blithely threatening him and calling it ‘banter,’ he wouldn’t be so angry,” Nia shot right back, biting the inside of her cheek before she said something else she might regret. The brief glance she threw Iaheru’s way was hot and furious, daring her mother to contradict her. “Do you like being accused of lying, Mother?”
Before their conversation could continue, Lukos was back, some poor older man in tow. Words were forced from his mouth in a tongue she didn’t understand, but the meaning was clear enough. Something had gone wrong, and it seemed like Iaheru was backstroking to fix it. Was she even admitting she had been wrong?
She glanced between Iaheru and Lukos as the Sheifa matriarch declared his ship could remain docked until noon the next day. Little did she know, they would be gone long before that… at least, if Lukos still wanted Nia to come after this whole display. She hoped he didn’t place her mother’s sins at her feet; after all, she thought she’d been rather clear through the day about the disdain she held for the woman who birthed her. She certainly had nothing to do with this, and she wished Iaheru would just go back to wherever she’d been hiding that afternoon. Why was she doing this? What purpose could harassing him possibly serve? Was she just trying to reassert her power in a world that loved to remind her of how much it was dwindling?
Nia’s look was sharp when Iaheru switched to Greek herself instead of relying on the translator. She had no idea what the older woman said, but the look on her face suggested it wasn’t very pleasant. Holding her breath, she waited for Lukos’s response, all the while trying to figure out just exactly how she might slip off into the night without either of them noticing she’d gone.