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Over the past few weeks, the Azazel had been making quick passage across the choppy waters. The strong Boreas winds merely pushed the speedy boat even faster along its current, until it got overtly dangerous. Much to the frustration of Kreios who had clients he had to go see, the captain eventually called a stop to the ship's voyage, as rough weather and extended time spent on waters meant the Azazel had to stop by Colchis in order to have some repais done.
Kreios had been unhappy of course - he had no plans to stop at Colchis yet, intending to sail all the way for Athenia before returning to Colchis as was his plans. Weather control wasn't exactly his forte however, and as he was no captain of the ship - merely the owner, Kreios had to begrudgingly follow the orders of the captain, who made such insistence only during bad weather.
Unhappy at being holed up in the capital of Colchis, even if the weather began worsening, the dark haired male had been in an understandably dark mood throughout his stay. He had taken up residence in one of the most expensive inns in Midas city, using enough drachmae to rent out the whole topmost floor of the inn so he would not be disturbed. There Kreios spent most of his time mixing and concocting from the various vials and bottles he had instructed his slaves to bring with them to the inn. They were his livelihood after all, and the repairs to the ship meant there would be shifts that he would not enjoy should they damage his wares.
But even Kreios found being cooped up in his room for days while a bout of bad weather raged the city, more then a little stifling. By the time the weather somewhat cleared to a light drizzle a few days later, the male wasted no time in pulling out his dark, heavy cloak. Clipping the golden clasp around his neck, the cloak fell to cover his black leather pants and tunic. Slipping his feet into the heavy leather boots, his steps were heavy down the wooden stairwell, giving a mere, offhanded nod to the innkeeper as he left the premises. He had given strict instructions to his slaves to clean his quarters, having told the innkeeper to leave them alone. Kreios did not trust others around his previous vials and materials, and as such he had brought along all of his staff from Azazel, leaving only the basic crew with Captain Garvey to see to any reparations work to be done before they left for Athenia as soon as possible.
His feet brought him across the Midas markets, small and sad due to the closing of the harbor, but he paid them no attention. With an aim in mind, Kreios headed for where a looming temple stood, the white columns and fine structure made it clear who the temple was for - a goddess that Kreios honestly had no care for. He was not one who believed in the flippant notion of love and sweet nothings. One who was brought up alone on a diet of logic and facts, Kreios thrived on all that would earn him profit - money was his ultimate aim.
But he was a man. And besides, a cohort of his would be quite.... bemused at his visit to a temple of Aphrodite.
And the temple priestess wanted money, right? Well, Kreios would let them bathe in money, if they wanted to.
As he approached, his steps stilled, his striking gray eyes drifting to look at the finely wrought temple up and down with a wry smile, before he gritted his teeth and stepped in to the entrance. His heavy booted feet made echoes in the cavernous entrance hall of the Aphrodisias, and it was there where Kreios sought out the nearest priestess, a charming, almost mysterious smile on his lips as he spoke in his smooth tone, "I'm here to offer... my donations. For the best priestess you have."
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Over the past few weeks, the Azazel had been making quick passage across the choppy waters. The strong Boreas winds merely pushed the speedy boat even faster along its current, until it got overtly dangerous. Much to the frustration of Kreios who had clients he had to go see, the captain eventually called a stop to the ship's voyage, as rough weather and extended time spent on waters meant the Azazel had to stop by Colchis in order to have some repais done.
Kreios had been unhappy of course - he had no plans to stop at Colchis yet, intending to sail all the way for Athenia before returning to Colchis as was his plans. Weather control wasn't exactly his forte however, and as he was no captain of the ship - merely the owner, Kreios had to begrudgingly follow the orders of the captain, who made such insistence only during bad weather.
Unhappy at being holed up in the capital of Colchis, even if the weather began worsening, the dark haired male had been in an understandably dark mood throughout his stay. He had taken up residence in one of the most expensive inns in Midas city, using enough drachmae to rent out the whole topmost floor of the inn so he would not be disturbed. There Kreios spent most of his time mixing and concocting from the various vials and bottles he had instructed his slaves to bring with them to the inn. They were his livelihood after all, and the repairs to the ship meant there would be shifts that he would not enjoy should they damage his wares.
But even Kreios found being cooped up in his room for days while a bout of bad weather raged the city, more then a little stifling. By the time the weather somewhat cleared to a light drizzle a few days later, the male wasted no time in pulling out his dark, heavy cloak. Clipping the golden clasp around his neck, the cloak fell to cover his black leather pants and tunic. Slipping his feet into the heavy leather boots, his steps were heavy down the wooden stairwell, giving a mere, offhanded nod to the innkeeper as he left the premises. He had given strict instructions to his slaves to clean his quarters, having told the innkeeper to leave them alone. Kreios did not trust others around his previous vials and materials, and as such he had brought along all of his staff from Azazel, leaving only the basic crew with Captain Garvey to see to any reparations work to be done before they left for Athenia as soon as possible.
His feet brought him across the Midas markets, small and sad due to the closing of the harbor, but he paid them no attention. With an aim in mind, Kreios headed for where a looming temple stood, the white columns and fine structure made it clear who the temple was for - a goddess that Kreios honestly had no care for. He was not one who believed in the flippant notion of love and sweet nothings. One who was brought up alone on a diet of logic and facts, Kreios thrived on all that would earn him profit - money was his ultimate aim.
But he was a man. And besides, a cohort of his would be quite.... bemused at his visit to a temple of Aphrodite.
And the temple priestess wanted money, right? Well, Kreios would let them bathe in money, if they wanted to.
As he approached, his steps stilled, his striking gray eyes drifting to look at the finely wrought temple up and down with a wry smile, before he gritted his teeth and stepped in to the entrance. His heavy booted feet made echoes in the cavernous entrance hall of the Aphrodisias, and it was there where Kreios sought out the nearest priestess, a charming, almost mysterious smile on his lips as he spoke in his smooth tone, "I'm here to offer... my donations. For the best priestess you have."
Over the past few weeks, the Azazel had been making quick passage across the choppy waters. The strong Boreas winds merely pushed the speedy boat even faster along its current, until it got overtly dangerous. Much to the frustration of Kreios who had clients he had to go see, the captain eventually called a stop to the ship's voyage, as rough weather and extended time spent on waters meant the Azazel had to stop by Colchis in order to have some repais done.
Kreios had been unhappy of course - he had no plans to stop at Colchis yet, intending to sail all the way for Athenia before returning to Colchis as was his plans. Weather control wasn't exactly his forte however, and as he was no captain of the ship - merely the owner, Kreios had to begrudgingly follow the orders of the captain, who made such insistence only during bad weather.
Unhappy at being holed up in the capital of Colchis, even if the weather began worsening, the dark haired male had been in an understandably dark mood throughout his stay. He had taken up residence in one of the most expensive inns in Midas city, using enough drachmae to rent out the whole topmost floor of the inn so he would not be disturbed. There Kreios spent most of his time mixing and concocting from the various vials and bottles he had instructed his slaves to bring with them to the inn. They were his livelihood after all, and the repairs to the ship meant there would be shifts that he would not enjoy should they damage his wares.
But even Kreios found being cooped up in his room for days while a bout of bad weather raged the city, more then a little stifling. By the time the weather somewhat cleared to a light drizzle a few days later, the male wasted no time in pulling out his dark, heavy cloak. Clipping the golden clasp around his neck, the cloak fell to cover his black leather pants and tunic. Slipping his feet into the heavy leather boots, his steps were heavy down the wooden stairwell, giving a mere, offhanded nod to the innkeeper as he left the premises. He had given strict instructions to his slaves to clean his quarters, having told the innkeeper to leave them alone. Kreios did not trust others around his previous vials and materials, and as such he had brought along all of his staff from Azazel, leaving only the basic crew with Captain Garvey to see to any reparations work to be done before they left for Athenia as soon as possible.
His feet brought him across the Midas markets, small and sad due to the closing of the harbor, but he paid them no attention. With an aim in mind, Kreios headed for where a looming temple stood, the white columns and fine structure made it clear who the temple was for - a goddess that Kreios honestly had no care for. He was not one who believed in the flippant notion of love and sweet nothings. One who was brought up alone on a diet of logic and facts, Kreios thrived on all that would earn him profit - money was his ultimate aim.
But he was a man. And besides, a cohort of his would be quite.... bemused at his visit to a temple of Aphrodite.
And the temple priestess wanted money, right? Well, Kreios would let them bathe in money, if they wanted to.
As he approached, his steps stilled, his striking gray eyes drifting to look at the finely wrought temple up and down with a wry smile, before he gritted his teeth and stepped in to the entrance. His heavy booted feet made echoes in the cavernous entrance hall of the Aphrodisias, and it was there where Kreios sought out the nearest priestess, a charming, almost mysterious smile on his lips as he spoke in his smooth tone, "I'm here to offer... my donations. For the best priestess you have."
Leni had been up the better part of the morning. With the rain that continued to fall with seemingly no end, she was going far too stir crazy. On the one side, she supposed it wasn’t too bad.. The downpours meant fewer people frequented the temples so she wasn’t continuously offering blessings. On the other hand, one could only stare at the same walls for so long before the need to get out and get some fresh air didn’t overwhelm you. But today seemed like a different day. While the thick clouds hadn’t dissipated very much, the rain had eased up.
She’d spent most of the morning going through the daily chores in the temple as they also served the goddess in other ways. She’d dried the marble floors from the water tracked in and cleaned all the ash from the incense that was lit at the feet at the massive statue dedicated to the likeness of Aphrodite. She was marble and laden with gold and her feet sat on a base where flowers were left in sacrifice by the women who visited and prayed to her.
Leni was in the process of gathering the flowers up and bringing them into the inner chamber to use in the large bowls set atop the tables that were scattered in between plush floor cushions. Her arms were laden with them as the dark stranger entered the temple. The gloom from the storm was his backdrop, and his black cloak was ominous in a temple dedicated to love. ...He seemed wholly out of place.. But it wasn’t her job to question the men who came; only to offer herself to them so they could receive blessings.
The priests were in the inner chambers at the moment; leaving her alone in the cavernous main Naos and she stopped to look about for them as they were the ones to greet pilgrims and accept their tithes before they were brought back to the inner chamber. As they were gone, she shifted the mounds of flowers in her arms as he addressed her and offered him a timid smile. “Yes of course, My Lord… the priests should be out momentarily to take your sacrifice… I’m sure they will find someone worthy enough to give you blessings…”
She took a step back. The assortment of flowers was lovely but rather heavy and awkward. She probably could have taken less, but she wanted to make quick work of it. And of course, as her arms were full, her nose was itchy. She wiggled it a bit to try and make it go away to no avail.
As if on queue, Hostas emerged from the back with a sly sigh. “Ahh...Welcome, my liege… I believe you have seen us at our worst...my apologies…” He glided snakelike across the marble floors towards the two of them; his robes hiding the progress of his feet before he passed Leni so she stood behind him. Immediately she lowered her gaze and took a step back; and then another as he spoke; hoping to get to the inner chamber before he said anymore. She could tell he was already displeased. Priestesses weren’t allowed to speak to the men unless they’d already offered their tithes to the priests and she’d broken that rule. “It seems Zelenia is taking her time in her chores today. Please…. come in out of the rain.. How may I be of service to you?”
Leni’s cheeks flamed as bright pink as some of the flowers she carried and with his admonition, she turned to scurry back to the inner chamber; praying to the Goddess that her grievance didn’t land her in reflection for the day.
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Leni had been up the better part of the morning. With the rain that continued to fall with seemingly no end, she was going far too stir crazy. On the one side, she supposed it wasn’t too bad.. The downpours meant fewer people frequented the temples so she wasn’t continuously offering blessings. On the other hand, one could only stare at the same walls for so long before the need to get out and get some fresh air didn’t overwhelm you. But today seemed like a different day. While the thick clouds hadn’t dissipated very much, the rain had eased up.
She’d spent most of the morning going through the daily chores in the temple as they also served the goddess in other ways. She’d dried the marble floors from the water tracked in and cleaned all the ash from the incense that was lit at the feet at the massive statue dedicated to the likeness of Aphrodite. She was marble and laden with gold and her feet sat on a base where flowers were left in sacrifice by the women who visited and prayed to her.
Leni was in the process of gathering the flowers up and bringing them into the inner chamber to use in the large bowls set atop the tables that were scattered in between plush floor cushions. Her arms were laden with them as the dark stranger entered the temple. The gloom from the storm was his backdrop, and his black cloak was ominous in a temple dedicated to love. ...He seemed wholly out of place.. But it wasn’t her job to question the men who came; only to offer herself to them so they could receive blessings.
The priests were in the inner chambers at the moment; leaving her alone in the cavernous main Naos and she stopped to look about for them as they were the ones to greet pilgrims and accept their tithes before they were brought back to the inner chamber. As they were gone, she shifted the mounds of flowers in her arms as he addressed her and offered him a timid smile. “Yes of course, My Lord… the priests should be out momentarily to take your sacrifice… I’m sure they will find someone worthy enough to give you blessings…”
She took a step back. The assortment of flowers was lovely but rather heavy and awkward. She probably could have taken less, but she wanted to make quick work of it. And of course, as her arms were full, her nose was itchy. She wiggled it a bit to try and make it go away to no avail.
As if on queue, Hostas emerged from the back with a sly sigh. “Ahh...Welcome, my liege… I believe you have seen us at our worst...my apologies…” He glided snakelike across the marble floors towards the two of them; his robes hiding the progress of his feet before he passed Leni so she stood behind him. Immediately she lowered her gaze and took a step back; and then another as he spoke; hoping to get to the inner chamber before he said anymore. She could tell he was already displeased. Priestesses weren’t allowed to speak to the men unless they’d already offered their tithes to the priests and she’d broken that rule. “It seems Zelenia is taking her time in her chores today. Please…. come in out of the rain.. How may I be of service to you?”
Leni’s cheeks flamed as bright pink as some of the flowers she carried and with his admonition, she turned to scurry back to the inner chamber; praying to the Goddess that her grievance didn’t land her in reflection for the day.
Leni had been up the better part of the morning. With the rain that continued to fall with seemingly no end, she was going far too stir crazy. On the one side, she supposed it wasn’t too bad.. The downpours meant fewer people frequented the temples so she wasn’t continuously offering blessings. On the other hand, one could only stare at the same walls for so long before the need to get out and get some fresh air didn’t overwhelm you. But today seemed like a different day. While the thick clouds hadn’t dissipated very much, the rain had eased up.
She’d spent most of the morning going through the daily chores in the temple as they also served the goddess in other ways. She’d dried the marble floors from the water tracked in and cleaned all the ash from the incense that was lit at the feet at the massive statue dedicated to the likeness of Aphrodite. She was marble and laden with gold and her feet sat on a base where flowers were left in sacrifice by the women who visited and prayed to her.
Leni was in the process of gathering the flowers up and bringing them into the inner chamber to use in the large bowls set atop the tables that were scattered in between plush floor cushions. Her arms were laden with them as the dark stranger entered the temple. The gloom from the storm was his backdrop, and his black cloak was ominous in a temple dedicated to love. ...He seemed wholly out of place.. But it wasn’t her job to question the men who came; only to offer herself to them so they could receive blessings.
The priests were in the inner chambers at the moment; leaving her alone in the cavernous main Naos and she stopped to look about for them as they were the ones to greet pilgrims and accept their tithes before they were brought back to the inner chamber. As they were gone, she shifted the mounds of flowers in her arms as he addressed her and offered him a timid smile. “Yes of course, My Lord… the priests should be out momentarily to take your sacrifice… I’m sure they will find someone worthy enough to give you blessings…”
She took a step back. The assortment of flowers was lovely but rather heavy and awkward. She probably could have taken less, but she wanted to make quick work of it. And of course, as her arms were full, her nose was itchy. She wiggled it a bit to try and make it go away to no avail.
As if on queue, Hostas emerged from the back with a sly sigh. “Ahh...Welcome, my liege… I believe you have seen us at our worst...my apologies…” He glided snakelike across the marble floors towards the two of them; his robes hiding the progress of his feet before he passed Leni so she stood behind him. Immediately she lowered her gaze and took a step back; and then another as he spoke; hoping to get to the inner chamber before he said anymore. She could tell he was already displeased. Priestesses weren’t allowed to speak to the men unless they’d already offered their tithes to the priests and she’d broken that rule. “It seems Zelenia is taking her time in her chores today. Please…. come in out of the rain.. How may I be of service to you?”
Leni’s cheeks flamed as bright pink as some of the flowers she carried and with his admonition, she turned to scurry back to the inner chamber; praying to the Goddess that her grievance didn’t land her in reflection for the day.
His eyes had not been able to be disassuaded from the overwhelmingly large statue of Aphrodite right in the center of the temple. Of course, he should not have expected otherwise really - this was the Aphrodisias. Who else was he supposed to see?
Unlike the reverence other men paid to seeing the goddess of love however, the dark male merely smiled a wry smile at the sight of it, before his eyes slid elsewhere to observe the surroundings while the soft wind stirred outside, a sure sign that another bout of rain and storm was coming. Boreas was displeased for some reason or other, and Kreios had no wish to be caught in his wrath.
Besides, a warmth of a different body seemed wonderful in such weather.
As his eyes fell to the red-headed young girl who seemed to be cleaning, he found his eyes caught by the bright color of the locks. His thoughts were immediate, quick and fast the moment he saw her. Delectable. Dark irises blazed as addressed him in her timid smile. Ah, a shy one? Even better. He would have great fun, and it was the whole reason why Kreios had came here after all. He was not a man who lusted after the pleasures of the flesh, but he did so enjoy it when the desire came, and right now it seemed as if he had arrived in the right location.
Just as he was about to respond to her, the arrival of a dark haired man interrupted his flow, causing a slight furrow of annoyance across his brows when the other glided across the marbled floors towards where he stood with the red headed young girl. Frowning as he watched the priest speak to the priestess in a way that obviously caused distress to the other, from the way the one he called Zelenia's cheeks flamed at his words, and how quickly she scurried back.
"Wait." he called out, in a strong tone that echoed, carrying hopefully far enough to stop the other's feet. Kreios was not usually a picky man, but the redheadded young priestess had somehow piqued his curiosity just from the sheer way she timidly shied away from the head priest. Slowly, his eyes slid back to Hostas, an arrogant smirk accompanying his follow actions. Sliding one hand behind his belt, he unhooked a pouch full of coins, heavy in his hands in which he tossed at Hostas. The weight of it was obvious. To top it all off, he pulled out a large Colchian ruby from his sleeves, and tossed that as well.
"I want her." His words were sure and firm, as if he dared the priest to argue with him, eyes brimming with all the confidence in the world.
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His eyes had not been able to be disassuaded from the overwhelmingly large statue of Aphrodite right in the center of the temple. Of course, he should not have expected otherwise really - this was the Aphrodisias. Who else was he supposed to see?
Unlike the reverence other men paid to seeing the goddess of love however, the dark male merely smiled a wry smile at the sight of it, before his eyes slid elsewhere to observe the surroundings while the soft wind stirred outside, a sure sign that another bout of rain and storm was coming. Boreas was displeased for some reason or other, and Kreios had no wish to be caught in his wrath.
Besides, a warmth of a different body seemed wonderful in such weather.
As his eyes fell to the red-headed young girl who seemed to be cleaning, he found his eyes caught by the bright color of the locks. His thoughts were immediate, quick and fast the moment he saw her. Delectable. Dark irises blazed as addressed him in her timid smile. Ah, a shy one? Even better. He would have great fun, and it was the whole reason why Kreios had came here after all. He was not a man who lusted after the pleasures of the flesh, but he did so enjoy it when the desire came, and right now it seemed as if he had arrived in the right location.
Just as he was about to respond to her, the arrival of a dark haired man interrupted his flow, causing a slight furrow of annoyance across his brows when the other glided across the marbled floors towards where he stood with the red headed young girl. Frowning as he watched the priest speak to the priestess in a way that obviously caused distress to the other, from the way the one he called Zelenia's cheeks flamed at his words, and how quickly she scurried back.
"Wait." he called out, in a strong tone that echoed, carrying hopefully far enough to stop the other's feet. Kreios was not usually a picky man, but the redheadded young priestess had somehow piqued his curiosity just from the sheer way she timidly shied away from the head priest. Slowly, his eyes slid back to Hostas, an arrogant smirk accompanying his follow actions. Sliding one hand behind his belt, he unhooked a pouch full of coins, heavy in his hands in which he tossed at Hostas. The weight of it was obvious. To top it all off, he pulled out a large Colchian ruby from his sleeves, and tossed that as well.
"I want her." His words were sure and firm, as if he dared the priest to argue with him, eyes brimming with all the confidence in the world.
His eyes had not been able to be disassuaded from the overwhelmingly large statue of Aphrodite right in the center of the temple. Of course, he should not have expected otherwise really - this was the Aphrodisias. Who else was he supposed to see?
Unlike the reverence other men paid to seeing the goddess of love however, the dark male merely smiled a wry smile at the sight of it, before his eyes slid elsewhere to observe the surroundings while the soft wind stirred outside, a sure sign that another bout of rain and storm was coming. Boreas was displeased for some reason or other, and Kreios had no wish to be caught in his wrath.
Besides, a warmth of a different body seemed wonderful in such weather.
As his eyes fell to the red-headed young girl who seemed to be cleaning, he found his eyes caught by the bright color of the locks. His thoughts were immediate, quick and fast the moment he saw her. Delectable. Dark irises blazed as addressed him in her timid smile. Ah, a shy one? Even better. He would have great fun, and it was the whole reason why Kreios had came here after all. He was not a man who lusted after the pleasures of the flesh, but he did so enjoy it when the desire came, and right now it seemed as if he had arrived in the right location.
Just as he was about to respond to her, the arrival of a dark haired man interrupted his flow, causing a slight furrow of annoyance across his brows when the other glided across the marbled floors towards where he stood with the red headed young girl. Frowning as he watched the priest speak to the priestess in a way that obviously caused distress to the other, from the way the one he called Zelenia's cheeks flamed at his words, and how quickly she scurried back.
"Wait." he called out, in a strong tone that echoed, carrying hopefully far enough to stop the other's feet. Kreios was not usually a picky man, but the redheadded young priestess had somehow piqued his curiosity just from the sheer way she timidly shied away from the head priest. Slowly, his eyes slid back to Hostas, an arrogant smirk accompanying his follow actions. Sliding one hand behind his belt, he unhooked a pouch full of coins, heavy in his hands in which he tossed at Hostas. The weight of it was obvious. To top it all off, he pulled out a large Colchian ruby from his sleeves, and tossed that as well.
"I want her." His words were sure and firm, as if he dared the priest to argue with him, eyes brimming with all the confidence in the world.
As if caught in a web, she froze as the dark haired man called her to stop. She closed her eyes and clenched the armful of flowers to her chest all the more tighter before turning back to the both of them. She really didn’t know what to expect... The patrons weren’t normally of the sort to admonish the priestesses.. That was up to the priests. But what she could say is that she didn’t expect him to do what he did.
Hostas turned back to her with a strained smile; beckoning her back to their side. His blue eyes informed her that they weren’t done discussing her transgression. And as she padded silently across the cool floors, she gave a soft sigh while keeping her eyes on a bouquet of lilies she held. Their fragrance was pungent. Hostas stretched out a finely robed arm to welcome her back to the conversation as Kreios pulled out the pouch of coins and then the emerald in trade. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the stranger’s face. His striking black eyes set in a thick feathery bank of lashes were intense. His hair was damp from the rain and against the soft pastels and white marble, he was like a shadow that darkened the temple.
She felt weak. That he would offer so much.. And for what? She didn’t know him. Was he a benevolent savior come to pay off her debt? As surely that was more than what her brother owed. Hostas toyed with the bottom strands of her long hair as he took up the offering; weighing it with a slow and satisfied nod. “My Lord.. You are welcome here. Zelenia would be more than happy to offer you her blessings for however long you may need, won’t you my dear?”
He must have been a man of great wealth and means to offer so much for what she would consider so little. But knowing her role, she gave a slow nod and stepped forward; feeling silly for holding all of the flowers. “Yes...of course. Erm. ...Please, sir.. If you’ll follow me?” She offered him a delicate smile before glancing down at her arms. “Oh. ...Here.. allow me to..mmm..”
Before she finished what she had to say, she spun awkwardly and padded quickly to the foot of the Goddess and dropped the pile of flowers on the podium unceremoniously. She turned and hurried back to him; sweeping pollen and stray leaves from her gown. Brushing off her hands, she pushed her hair back and straightened her shoulders; finding her priestess posture before she finally reached him again. “If you please.. “
She held out her hand for him to take. A simple, but practiced gesture that spoke of a familiarity that wasn’t yet truly established. Hostas stepped back to allow her space as he held the gold and jewels in both hands against his torso; a sly smile upon his face. “Take all the time you need, sir. We are at your humble service..” He bowed in his oily manner that sent goosebumps skittering over Zelenia’s skin. But with his hand in hers, she turned and drew him towards the veils that hid the inner chambers from the prying public eye.
Her dress was a pale pink with gold trim; bare on the arms, it fell in a deep V down her front and back. It was flowy with pleats that fell from the gold belt around her waist and it dragged out behind her in a short train. When they reached the veil, she held it aside to allow him entry into the inner chamber; laden with large cushions and a flowing fountain at the center, it was its own sanctuary. Some never made it past here; content to do their business and get on with the day. Zelenia let the curtain fall and folded her hands in front of her. “Where would you like for me to offer my blessing, Sir? Here or somewhere more private?”
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As if caught in a web, she froze as the dark haired man called her to stop. She closed her eyes and clenched the armful of flowers to her chest all the more tighter before turning back to the both of them. She really didn’t know what to expect... The patrons weren’t normally of the sort to admonish the priestesses.. That was up to the priests. But what she could say is that she didn’t expect him to do what he did.
Hostas turned back to her with a strained smile; beckoning her back to their side. His blue eyes informed her that they weren’t done discussing her transgression. And as she padded silently across the cool floors, she gave a soft sigh while keeping her eyes on a bouquet of lilies she held. Their fragrance was pungent. Hostas stretched out a finely robed arm to welcome her back to the conversation as Kreios pulled out the pouch of coins and then the emerald in trade. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the stranger’s face. His striking black eyes set in a thick feathery bank of lashes were intense. His hair was damp from the rain and against the soft pastels and white marble, he was like a shadow that darkened the temple.
She felt weak. That he would offer so much.. And for what? She didn’t know him. Was he a benevolent savior come to pay off her debt? As surely that was more than what her brother owed. Hostas toyed with the bottom strands of her long hair as he took up the offering; weighing it with a slow and satisfied nod. “My Lord.. You are welcome here. Zelenia would be more than happy to offer you her blessings for however long you may need, won’t you my dear?”
He must have been a man of great wealth and means to offer so much for what she would consider so little. But knowing her role, she gave a slow nod and stepped forward; feeling silly for holding all of the flowers. “Yes...of course. Erm. ...Please, sir.. If you’ll follow me?” She offered him a delicate smile before glancing down at her arms. “Oh. ...Here.. allow me to..mmm..”
Before she finished what she had to say, she spun awkwardly and padded quickly to the foot of the Goddess and dropped the pile of flowers on the podium unceremoniously. She turned and hurried back to him; sweeping pollen and stray leaves from her gown. Brushing off her hands, she pushed her hair back and straightened her shoulders; finding her priestess posture before she finally reached him again. “If you please.. “
She held out her hand for him to take. A simple, but practiced gesture that spoke of a familiarity that wasn’t yet truly established. Hostas stepped back to allow her space as he held the gold and jewels in both hands against his torso; a sly smile upon his face. “Take all the time you need, sir. We are at your humble service..” He bowed in his oily manner that sent goosebumps skittering over Zelenia’s skin. But with his hand in hers, she turned and drew him towards the veils that hid the inner chambers from the prying public eye.
Her dress was a pale pink with gold trim; bare on the arms, it fell in a deep V down her front and back. It was flowy with pleats that fell from the gold belt around her waist and it dragged out behind her in a short train. When they reached the veil, she held it aside to allow him entry into the inner chamber; laden with large cushions and a flowing fountain at the center, it was its own sanctuary. Some never made it past here; content to do their business and get on with the day. Zelenia let the curtain fall and folded her hands in front of her. “Where would you like for me to offer my blessing, Sir? Here or somewhere more private?”
As if caught in a web, she froze as the dark haired man called her to stop. She closed her eyes and clenched the armful of flowers to her chest all the more tighter before turning back to the both of them. She really didn’t know what to expect... The patrons weren’t normally of the sort to admonish the priestesses.. That was up to the priests. But what she could say is that she didn’t expect him to do what he did.
Hostas turned back to her with a strained smile; beckoning her back to their side. His blue eyes informed her that they weren’t done discussing her transgression. And as she padded silently across the cool floors, she gave a soft sigh while keeping her eyes on a bouquet of lilies she held. Their fragrance was pungent. Hostas stretched out a finely robed arm to welcome her back to the conversation as Kreios pulled out the pouch of coins and then the emerald in trade. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the stranger’s face. His striking black eyes set in a thick feathery bank of lashes were intense. His hair was damp from the rain and against the soft pastels and white marble, he was like a shadow that darkened the temple.
She felt weak. That he would offer so much.. And for what? She didn’t know him. Was he a benevolent savior come to pay off her debt? As surely that was more than what her brother owed. Hostas toyed with the bottom strands of her long hair as he took up the offering; weighing it with a slow and satisfied nod. “My Lord.. You are welcome here. Zelenia would be more than happy to offer you her blessings for however long you may need, won’t you my dear?”
He must have been a man of great wealth and means to offer so much for what she would consider so little. But knowing her role, she gave a slow nod and stepped forward; feeling silly for holding all of the flowers. “Yes...of course. Erm. ...Please, sir.. If you’ll follow me?” She offered him a delicate smile before glancing down at her arms. “Oh. ...Here.. allow me to..mmm..”
Before she finished what she had to say, she spun awkwardly and padded quickly to the foot of the Goddess and dropped the pile of flowers on the podium unceremoniously. She turned and hurried back to him; sweeping pollen and stray leaves from her gown. Brushing off her hands, she pushed her hair back and straightened her shoulders; finding her priestess posture before she finally reached him again. “If you please.. “
She held out her hand for him to take. A simple, but practiced gesture that spoke of a familiarity that wasn’t yet truly established. Hostas stepped back to allow her space as he held the gold and jewels in both hands against his torso; a sly smile upon his face. “Take all the time you need, sir. We are at your humble service..” He bowed in his oily manner that sent goosebumps skittering over Zelenia’s skin. But with his hand in hers, she turned and drew him towards the veils that hid the inner chambers from the prying public eye.
Her dress was a pale pink with gold trim; bare on the arms, it fell in a deep V down her front and back. It was flowy with pleats that fell from the gold belt around her waist and it dragged out behind her in a short train. When they reached the veil, she held it aside to allow him entry into the inner chamber; laden with large cushions and a flowing fountain at the center, it was its own sanctuary. Some never made it past here; content to do their business and get on with the day. Zelenia let the curtain fall and folded her hands in front of her. “Where would you like for me to offer my blessing, Sir? Here or somewhere more private?”
There was no doubt about it - the head priest was a sort who only looked for someone and saw their worth in drachmae and obol's, the kind that while Kreios understood, could not find himself to like. He was no hypocrite. Kreios knew he too sought wealth and gold like it was a crux to live, but he did not do it through any form of underhanded methods. All the gold Kreios owned, all the asset and riches he had, he earned through his own hard work, through years of perfecting his art and honing his reputation. Not through someone else's effort.
His eyes were calculative as Hostas weighed his bag of coins, and then raised a brow when his tune seem to shift with the little priestess girl he had under his thumb. Yet he had come here for a purpose.
And now his purpose was met.
His dark eyes flickered down to the one he now knew as Zelenia, watching silently as she moved to bring him to where he new were the inner chambers of the Aphrodite temple. She was a tiny thing, her hair a vibrant hue that was not really blonde, but one would not call it truly red either. Her awkward movements was quite unlike the more sultry one's that Kreios frequented, but Kreios found that that quirk simply amused him further. The merchant now wore a lopsided smirk on his lips, easily allowing the small girl to take his hand and following in her lead as his eyes roamed her form. Pretty much dismissing Hostas without even focusing on him as the head priest stepped back, Kreios was distracted by her pale pink dress and how it showed her golden complexion, a color that seemed almost as if it were teasing him, warm in the face of the thunderstorm that was brewing outside.
"Here?" he echoed, dragging his eyes away to the fountain, and then smirked. A chamber that was not entirely private, and yet enough for them to carry on... perfect. He could think of many who would enjoy this act... but Kreios had his own reasons for why he wanted this offering of blessings from Aphrodite to be in a semi-private place. When he turned to Zelenia, the smirk was firmly in place, eyes raking up and down her figure before the dark male reached out to brush his thumb across her cheek. He tilted his head to a side, as if studying the young maiden with his intrusively sharp eyes.
Fingers grasped her chin gently, and using that hold, Kreios pulled her forward to him. The male himself bent down so their foreheads touched, so close his breathe ghosted across her skin. "Here is fine." he murmured, a chuckle of dry humor passing through his lips before he pressed them to her own. It was a tease, a short one where Kreios nipped at her lower lip, before pulling back again. From where they were on her chin, he dropped his hand to drag her body closer to his, his darkened eyes now swirling under a hooded gaze. "The name is Kreios, young maiden." On the small of her bag, he tugged at her belt, the smirk never leaving his gaze. "And yours? Zelenia seems so formal for a sweet thing like you."
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There was no doubt about it - the head priest was a sort who only looked for someone and saw their worth in drachmae and obol's, the kind that while Kreios understood, could not find himself to like. He was no hypocrite. Kreios knew he too sought wealth and gold like it was a crux to live, but he did not do it through any form of underhanded methods. All the gold Kreios owned, all the asset and riches he had, he earned through his own hard work, through years of perfecting his art and honing his reputation. Not through someone else's effort.
His eyes were calculative as Hostas weighed his bag of coins, and then raised a brow when his tune seem to shift with the little priestess girl he had under his thumb. Yet he had come here for a purpose.
And now his purpose was met.
His dark eyes flickered down to the one he now knew as Zelenia, watching silently as she moved to bring him to where he new were the inner chambers of the Aphrodite temple. She was a tiny thing, her hair a vibrant hue that was not really blonde, but one would not call it truly red either. Her awkward movements was quite unlike the more sultry one's that Kreios frequented, but Kreios found that that quirk simply amused him further. The merchant now wore a lopsided smirk on his lips, easily allowing the small girl to take his hand and following in her lead as his eyes roamed her form. Pretty much dismissing Hostas without even focusing on him as the head priest stepped back, Kreios was distracted by her pale pink dress and how it showed her golden complexion, a color that seemed almost as if it were teasing him, warm in the face of the thunderstorm that was brewing outside.
"Here?" he echoed, dragging his eyes away to the fountain, and then smirked. A chamber that was not entirely private, and yet enough for them to carry on... perfect. He could think of many who would enjoy this act... but Kreios had his own reasons for why he wanted this offering of blessings from Aphrodite to be in a semi-private place. When he turned to Zelenia, the smirk was firmly in place, eyes raking up and down her figure before the dark male reached out to brush his thumb across her cheek. He tilted his head to a side, as if studying the young maiden with his intrusively sharp eyes.
Fingers grasped her chin gently, and using that hold, Kreios pulled her forward to him. The male himself bent down so their foreheads touched, so close his breathe ghosted across her skin. "Here is fine." he murmured, a chuckle of dry humor passing through his lips before he pressed them to her own. It was a tease, a short one where Kreios nipped at her lower lip, before pulling back again. From where they were on her chin, he dropped his hand to drag her body closer to his, his darkened eyes now swirling under a hooded gaze. "The name is Kreios, young maiden." On the small of her bag, he tugged at her belt, the smirk never leaving his gaze. "And yours? Zelenia seems so formal for a sweet thing like you."
There was no doubt about it - the head priest was a sort who only looked for someone and saw their worth in drachmae and obol's, the kind that while Kreios understood, could not find himself to like. He was no hypocrite. Kreios knew he too sought wealth and gold like it was a crux to live, but he did not do it through any form of underhanded methods. All the gold Kreios owned, all the asset and riches he had, he earned through his own hard work, through years of perfecting his art and honing his reputation. Not through someone else's effort.
His eyes were calculative as Hostas weighed his bag of coins, and then raised a brow when his tune seem to shift with the little priestess girl he had under his thumb. Yet he had come here for a purpose.
And now his purpose was met.
His dark eyes flickered down to the one he now knew as Zelenia, watching silently as she moved to bring him to where he new were the inner chambers of the Aphrodite temple. She was a tiny thing, her hair a vibrant hue that was not really blonde, but one would not call it truly red either. Her awkward movements was quite unlike the more sultry one's that Kreios frequented, but Kreios found that that quirk simply amused him further. The merchant now wore a lopsided smirk on his lips, easily allowing the small girl to take his hand and following in her lead as his eyes roamed her form. Pretty much dismissing Hostas without even focusing on him as the head priest stepped back, Kreios was distracted by her pale pink dress and how it showed her golden complexion, a color that seemed almost as if it were teasing him, warm in the face of the thunderstorm that was brewing outside.
"Here?" he echoed, dragging his eyes away to the fountain, and then smirked. A chamber that was not entirely private, and yet enough for them to carry on... perfect. He could think of many who would enjoy this act... but Kreios had his own reasons for why he wanted this offering of blessings from Aphrodite to be in a semi-private place. When he turned to Zelenia, the smirk was firmly in place, eyes raking up and down her figure before the dark male reached out to brush his thumb across her cheek. He tilted his head to a side, as if studying the young maiden with his intrusively sharp eyes.
Fingers grasped her chin gently, and using that hold, Kreios pulled her forward to him. The male himself bent down so their foreheads touched, so close his breathe ghosted across her skin. "Here is fine." he murmured, a chuckle of dry humor passing through his lips before he pressed them to her own. It was a tease, a short one where Kreios nipped at her lower lip, before pulling back again. From where they were on her chin, he dropped his hand to drag her body closer to his, his darkened eyes now swirling under a hooded gaze. "The name is Kreios, young maiden." On the small of her bag, he tugged at her belt, the smirk never leaving his gaze. "And yours? Zelenia seems so formal for a sweet thing like you."
By the Gods, he was...distracting. Good looking in such a way that sent a chill down one’s spine. She felt cold and hot all at the same time with his eyes on her and that upturned smirk on his lips...like if she were a leg of lamb to devour he would gladly do so. He lifted his finger to trail against her cheek and it felt like a jolt of fire ripped down her core. In the back of her mind, some internal security alarm told her to back away from him; to put distance between his frame and hers. But her feet were rooted in the spot as he lifted her chin and rested his forehead against hers.
Her cheeks flamed and she leaned forward; pressing her hand against his torso as her lips parted. She raised her eyes to look at him only to be met with amusement. Was she doing something wrong? Perhaps she should have offered him one of the private chambers instead of mentioning the inner temple. But he dispelled this thought by telling her he’d rather be here before stealing her response as his lips found hers. Soft at first, he tasted her before nipping at her lip and she groaned. She didn’t like giving blessings here...but she just couldn’t seem to care with him. He was like covering oneself with a thick cloak. There was just no will to deny him his request. “If that is what you desire…”
His hand released her chin, but she was already caught up in the spider's web. Cool fingertips trailed down her frame and circled her torso; pulling her closer to him. She had no choice but to bend her head back to look up at him and she lifted her fingers to graze them along his jaw as if she was touching a marble statue. “I serve… at the pleasure of Aphrodite….”
His name tripped off his tongue in an introduction and he beckoned from her another name than her own. She slowly shook her head as her other hand lifted to curl around his bicep. Most of the pilgrims didn’t really care what her name was… or they’d simply mispronounce her name anyways. Something about the amused tones of his voice made her want to tell him the truth… tell him everything. Any secret she’d ever had in her life, even if she couldn’t remember what they were about. “...I’ve only ever been called Zelenia… though… my father used to call me kitten..”
Kitten!
Why did she even say that?? Immediately she flushed a violent shade of red and cleared her throat awkwardly. “Erm… Are you thirsty? We have wine for your enjoyment if you require refreshments…” Somehow she untangled herself from him and stepped away; wandering through several of the large cushions that were piled on the floor. It was one thing to give blessings in this open room..it was quite another to do so so very close to the outer chambers and the main walkway. She plucked up an amphora and a cup; pouring some for herself and quickly finishing it off before trading it out for another in case he wanted one as well. “Tell me, where do you hail from, ...Kreios?”
Even his name held an air of foreboding. She wondered what he did to throw away so much in the temples. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be anything that didn’t require great intimidation… for that’s what Kreios was. A walking gift of sexual intimidation.
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By the Gods, he was...distracting. Good looking in such a way that sent a chill down one’s spine. She felt cold and hot all at the same time with his eyes on her and that upturned smirk on his lips...like if she were a leg of lamb to devour he would gladly do so. He lifted his finger to trail against her cheek and it felt like a jolt of fire ripped down her core. In the back of her mind, some internal security alarm told her to back away from him; to put distance between his frame and hers. But her feet were rooted in the spot as he lifted her chin and rested his forehead against hers.
Her cheeks flamed and she leaned forward; pressing her hand against his torso as her lips parted. She raised her eyes to look at him only to be met with amusement. Was she doing something wrong? Perhaps she should have offered him one of the private chambers instead of mentioning the inner temple. But he dispelled this thought by telling her he’d rather be here before stealing her response as his lips found hers. Soft at first, he tasted her before nipping at her lip and she groaned. She didn’t like giving blessings here...but she just couldn’t seem to care with him. He was like covering oneself with a thick cloak. There was just no will to deny him his request. “If that is what you desire…”
His hand released her chin, but she was already caught up in the spider's web. Cool fingertips trailed down her frame and circled her torso; pulling her closer to him. She had no choice but to bend her head back to look up at him and she lifted her fingers to graze them along his jaw as if she was touching a marble statue. “I serve… at the pleasure of Aphrodite….”
His name tripped off his tongue in an introduction and he beckoned from her another name than her own. She slowly shook her head as her other hand lifted to curl around his bicep. Most of the pilgrims didn’t really care what her name was… or they’d simply mispronounce her name anyways. Something about the amused tones of his voice made her want to tell him the truth… tell him everything. Any secret she’d ever had in her life, even if she couldn’t remember what they were about. “...I’ve only ever been called Zelenia… though… my father used to call me kitten..”
Kitten!
Why did she even say that?? Immediately she flushed a violent shade of red and cleared her throat awkwardly. “Erm… Are you thirsty? We have wine for your enjoyment if you require refreshments…” Somehow she untangled herself from him and stepped away; wandering through several of the large cushions that were piled on the floor. It was one thing to give blessings in this open room..it was quite another to do so so very close to the outer chambers and the main walkway. She plucked up an amphora and a cup; pouring some for herself and quickly finishing it off before trading it out for another in case he wanted one as well. “Tell me, where do you hail from, ...Kreios?”
Even his name held an air of foreboding. She wondered what he did to throw away so much in the temples. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be anything that didn’t require great intimidation… for that’s what Kreios was. A walking gift of sexual intimidation.
By the Gods, he was...distracting. Good looking in such a way that sent a chill down one’s spine. She felt cold and hot all at the same time with his eyes on her and that upturned smirk on his lips...like if she were a leg of lamb to devour he would gladly do so. He lifted his finger to trail against her cheek and it felt like a jolt of fire ripped down her core. In the back of her mind, some internal security alarm told her to back away from him; to put distance between his frame and hers. But her feet were rooted in the spot as he lifted her chin and rested his forehead against hers.
Her cheeks flamed and she leaned forward; pressing her hand against his torso as her lips parted. She raised her eyes to look at him only to be met with amusement. Was she doing something wrong? Perhaps she should have offered him one of the private chambers instead of mentioning the inner temple. But he dispelled this thought by telling her he’d rather be here before stealing her response as his lips found hers. Soft at first, he tasted her before nipping at her lip and she groaned. She didn’t like giving blessings here...but she just couldn’t seem to care with him. He was like covering oneself with a thick cloak. There was just no will to deny him his request. “If that is what you desire…”
His hand released her chin, but she was already caught up in the spider's web. Cool fingertips trailed down her frame and circled her torso; pulling her closer to him. She had no choice but to bend her head back to look up at him and she lifted her fingers to graze them along his jaw as if she was touching a marble statue. “I serve… at the pleasure of Aphrodite….”
His name tripped off his tongue in an introduction and he beckoned from her another name than her own. She slowly shook her head as her other hand lifted to curl around his bicep. Most of the pilgrims didn’t really care what her name was… or they’d simply mispronounce her name anyways. Something about the amused tones of his voice made her want to tell him the truth… tell him everything. Any secret she’d ever had in her life, even if she couldn’t remember what they were about. “...I’ve only ever been called Zelenia… though… my father used to call me kitten..”
Kitten!
Why did she even say that?? Immediately she flushed a violent shade of red and cleared her throat awkwardly. “Erm… Are you thirsty? We have wine for your enjoyment if you require refreshments…” Somehow she untangled herself from him and stepped away; wandering through several of the large cushions that were piled on the floor. It was one thing to give blessings in this open room..it was quite another to do so so very close to the outer chambers and the main walkway. She plucked up an amphora and a cup; pouring some for herself and quickly finishing it off before trading it out for another in case he wanted one as well. “Tell me, where do you hail from, ...Kreios?”
Even his name held an air of foreboding. She wondered what he did to throw away so much in the temples. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be anything that didn’t require great intimidation… for that’s what Kreios was. A walking gift of sexual intimidation.
She was delectable. Absolute delectable. Like a sweet treat, except Kreios absolutely would not mind having her as a main course, and he wasn't even a man who particularly enjoyed sweet treats either. As one who had great control over his base desires, something about this young priestess had him smirking, just thinking about everything that he could do just through tupping her. One instance was all it took.
The priestess was pliant - good, it was something Kreios could work with. He enjoyed girls who were pliant, all the easier to get them to bend to doing what he wanted. The pleasure of Aphrodite? He almost chuckled at her soft and serving nature. To think the goddess of Aphrodite could have priestesses that were so easily twisted around his finger when all he had to do was bat an eyelash. Kreios could feel her soft body in his arm. He didn't have to do much to convince her, really.
Frissons of electricity passed where her fingers touched his bicep, a contact that simply made his sly smile curl more. The truth came spilling out of her, and a chuckle escaped his own lips as he reached up and brushed the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, smoky eyes darkening at her flush, allowing her to untangle himself. He will go further, but... for now, he was content to watch her fumble.
Eyes never left her as Zelenia headed to the amphora, even as Kreios himself followed her deeper into the room. Stopping short of heading to the table as she did, instead, the garbed male dropped his body on one of the large cushions on the floor. Wordlessly, he accepted the wine she offered him. Holding the chalice to his lips, Kreios took a sip, eyes studying the patterns as he answered. "Everywhere, really. I was born in Taengea... but I have made my living being a merchant." eyes flickered to Zelenia, a flame that was both desirous and curious in them.
Beckoning her with his finger, he reached for her wrist, giving a gentle tug on it. In a swift movement, Kreios managed to place the chalice down just in time to catch her falling figure, pulling so she now sat on his lap. Using his fingers, he brushed her hair away, leaning in closer as if studying her features. His dark eyes gazed into her dark brown ones, a silence that was almost foreboding, before Kreios leaned back again, shifting so she was more comfortable in her position. His fingers drew mindless circles where his hand lay on her calf, as he asked "And you, kitten? How did your beautiful self end up in the temple of Aphrodite?"
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She was delectable. Absolute delectable. Like a sweet treat, except Kreios absolutely would not mind having her as a main course, and he wasn't even a man who particularly enjoyed sweet treats either. As one who had great control over his base desires, something about this young priestess had him smirking, just thinking about everything that he could do just through tupping her. One instance was all it took.
The priestess was pliant - good, it was something Kreios could work with. He enjoyed girls who were pliant, all the easier to get them to bend to doing what he wanted. The pleasure of Aphrodite? He almost chuckled at her soft and serving nature. To think the goddess of Aphrodite could have priestesses that were so easily twisted around his finger when all he had to do was bat an eyelash. Kreios could feel her soft body in his arm. He didn't have to do much to convince her, really.
Frissons of electricity passed where her fingers touched his bicep, a contact that simply made his sly smile curl more. The truth came spilling out of her, and a chuckle escaped his own lips as he reached up and brushed the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, smoky eyes darkening at her flush, allowing her to untangle himself. He will go further, but... for now, he was content to watch her fumble.
Eyes never left her as Zelenia headed to the amphora, even as Kreios himself followed her deeper into the room. Stopping short of heading to the table as she did, instead, the garbed male dropped his body on one of the large cushions on the floor. Wordlessly, he accepted the wine she offered him. Holding the chalice to his lips, Kreios took a sip, eyes studying the patterns as he answered. "Everywhere, really. I was born in Taengea... but I have made my living being a merchant." eyes flickered to Zelenia, a flame that was both desirous and curious in them.
Beckoning her with his finger, he reached for her wrist, giving a gentle tug on it. In a swift movement, Kreios managed to place the chalice down just in time to catch her falling figure, pulling so she now sat on his lap. Using his fingers, he brushed her hair away, leaning in closer as if studying her features. His dark eyes gazed into her dark brown ones, a silence that was almost foreboding, before Kreios leaned back again, shifting so she was more comfortable in her position. His fingers drew mindless circles where his hand lay on her calf, as he asked "And you, kitten? How did your beautiful self end up in the temple of Aphrodite?"
She was delectable. Absolute delectable. Like a sweet treat, except Kreios absolutely would not mind having her as a main course, and he wasn't even a man who particularly enjoyed sweet treats either. As one who had great control over his base desires, something about this young priestess had him smirking, just thinking about everything that he could do just through tupping her. One instance was all it took.
The priestess was pliant - good, it was something Kreios could work with. He enjoyed girls who were pliant, all the easier to get them to bend to doing what he wanted. The pleasure of Aphrodite? He almost chuckled at her soft and serving nature. To think the goddess of Aphrodite could have priestesses that were so easily twisted around his finger when all he had to do was bat an eyelash. Kreios could feel her soft body in his arm. He didn't have to do much to convince her, really.
Frissons of electricity passed where her fingers touched his bicep, a contact that simply made his sly smile curl more. The truth came spilling out of her, and a chuckle escaped his own lips as he reached up and brushed the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, smoky eyes darkening at her flush, allowing her to untangle himself. He will go further, but... for now, he was content to watch her fumble.
Eyes never left her as Zelenia headed to the amphora, even as Kreios himself followed her deeper into the room. Stopping short of heading to the table as she did, instead, the garbed male dropped his body on one of the large cushions on the floor. Wordlessly, he accepted the wine she offered him. Holding the chalice to his lips, Kreios took a sip, eyes studying the patterns as he answered. "Everywhere, really. I was born in Taengea... but I have made my living being a merchant." eyes flickered to Zelenia, a flame that was both desirous and curious in them.
Beckoning her with his finger, he reached for her wrist, giving a gentle tug on it. In a swift movement, Kreios managed to place the chalice down just in time to catch her falling figure, pulling so she now sat on his lap. Using his fingers, he brushed her hair away, leaning in closer as if studying her features. His dark eyes gazed into her dark brown ones, a silence that was almost foreboding, before Kreios leaned back again, shifting so she was more comfortable in her position. His fingers drew mindless circles where his hand lay on her calf, as he asked "And you, kitten? How did your beautiful self end up in the temple of Aphrodite?"
He stalked her. Like a lion to a gazelle, he wove through the cushions with just as much ease as if they weren’t there. To see him move was unnerving in itself; that set devilish twist of his lips and the spark in his eyes. His hair was tousled and hung in fringes over his forehead and his jawline was strong and his lips..
She swallowed uncomfortably.
But instead of closing the distance between them completely, he fell down onto one of the oversized cushions and settled in. Hesitantly, she walked over to him and offered the chalice which he took and drank from immediately. She folded her hands in front of her as he told her he was originally from Taengea but that he traveled now. A spark of interest flashed in her brown eyes. She’d never been anywhere but Midas… well.. Eubocris when she was younger, but those memories were fuzzy.. Just like those of her mother. From the front portico, one could see the ships sailing in and out of the port on a clear day and she often wondered what was out there. What would be so different about the other kingdoms that people came from? She knew there were different imported goods that were of better quality; especially in Colchis. Would the lands be different? Would they all be as mountainous and harshly terrained as Colchis?
But questioning such things was really quite pointless...it wasn’t as if she’d ever go anywhere outside of this temple. And if she didn’t, she’d be content enough for just a small quiet home in the countryside. She didn’t need much. Just someone to return the love she had the ability to give.
Kreios beckoned to her and she stepped forward. In one swift move he set his cup down and took hold of her wrist; tugging her down onto his lap. She gave a stifled yelp as she fell into the intimate position and he adjusted himself so she settled in against his frame. Her hand went to his chest to keep herself at a marginal distance and she muffled a nervous giggle as fingers played across her temple; brushing her hair away. He leaned closer; shifting until she leaned back against the cushions and he could stare down at her. It was incredibly intimate and she could feel his breath on her face as his hand played on the bare skin of her leg. She rested her head into the curve of his arm so she could stare up at him as he asked her about how she got there and she traced the line of his tunic. His clothes spoke of his merchant status; only the lower classes wore pants. ...Yet he wasn’t lower class, was he? Not with as much as he’d offered the temple to be blessed.
Her cheeks flushed and her heart raced and she found it difficult to breathe. Her voice was whispy as she replied. “...My brother… traded me for collateral.” Ugh… why? Why was she so honest with him?? She could have just told him her standard practiced response; that she desired to serve the Goddess.. That there was nothing more she wanted to do. That it was her calling. Every other pilgrim was quite content with that. It was all they needed to carry on with their blessings. But Kreios? She couldn’t lie to him. Somehow she knew he’d see through it and desired the truth more.
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He stalked her. Like a lion to a gazelle, he wove through the cushions with just as much ease as if they weren’t there. To see him move was unnerving in itself; that set devilish twist of his lips and the spark in his eyes. His hair was tousled and hung in fringes over his forehead and his jawline was strong and his lips..
She swallowed uncomfortably.
But instead of closing the distance between them completely, he fell down onto one of the oversized cushions and settled in. Hesitantly, she walked over to him and offered the chalice which he took and drank from immediately. She folded her hands in front of her as he told her he was originally from Taengea but that he traveled now. A spark of interest flashed in her brown eyes. She’d never been anywhere but Midas… well.. Eubocris when she was younger, but those memories were fuzzy.. Just like those of her mother. From the front portico, one could see the ships sailing in and out of the port on a clear day and she often wondered what was out there. What would be so different about the other kingdoms that people came from? She knew there were different imported goods that were of better quality; especially in Colchis. Would the lands be different? Would they all be as mountainous and harshly terrained as Colchis?
But questioning such things was really quite pointless...it wasn’t as if she’d ever go anywhere outside of this temple. And if she didn’t, she’d be content enough for just a small quiet home in the countryside. She didn’t need much. Just someone to return the love she had the ability to give.
Kreios beckoned to her and she stepped forward. In one swift move he set his cup down and took hold of her wrist; tugging her down onto his lap. She gave a stifled yelp as she fell into the intimate position and he adjusted himself so she settled in against his frame. Her hand went to his chest to keep herself at a marginal distance and she muffled a nervous giggle as fingers played across her temple; brushing her hair away. He leaned closer; shifting until she leaned back against the cushions and he could stare down at her. It was incredibly intimate and she could feel his breath on her face as his hand played on the bare skin of her leg. She rested her head into the curve of his arm so she could stare up at him as he asked her about how she got there and she traced the line of his tunic. His clothes spoke of his merchant status; only the lower classes wore pants. ...Yet he wasn’t lower class, was he? Not with as much as he’d offered the temple to be blessed.
Her cheeks flushed and her heart raced and she found it difficult to breathe. Her voice was whispy as she replied. “...My brother… traded me for collateral.” Ugh… why? Why was she so honest with him?? She could have just told him her standard practiced response; that she desired to serve the Goddess.. That there was nothing more she wanted to do. That it was her calling. Every other pilgrim was quite content with that. It was all they needed to carry on with their blessings. But Kreios? She couldn’t lie to him. Somehow she knew he’d see through it and desired the truth more.
He stalked her. Like a lion to a gazelle, he wove through the cushions with just as much ease as if they weren’t there. To see him move was unnerving in itself; that set devilish twist of his lips and the spark in his eyes. His hair was tousled and hung in fringes over his forehead and his jawline was strong and his lips..
She swallowed uncomfortably.
But instead of closing the distance between them completely, he fell down onto one of the oversized cushions and settled in. Hesitantly, she walked over to him and offered the chalice which he took and drank from immediately. She folded her hands in front of her as he told her he was originally from Taengea but that he traveled now. A spark of interest flashed in her brown eyes. She’d never been anywhere but Midas… well.. Eubocris when she was younger, but those memories were fuzzy.. Just like those of her mother. From the front portico, one could see the ships sailing in and out of the port on a clear day and she often wondered what was out there. What would be so different about the other kingdoms that people came from? She knew there were different imported goods that were of better quality; especially in Colchis. Would the lands be different? Would they all be as mountainous and harshly terrained as Colchis?
But questioning such things was really quite pointless...it wasn’t as if she’d ever go anywhere outside of this temple. And if she didn’t, she’d be content enough for just a small quiet home in the countryside. She didn’t need much. Just someone to return the love she had the ability to give.
Kreios beckoned to her and she stepped forward. In one swift move he set his cup down and took hold of her wrist; tugging her down onto his lap. She gave a stifled yelp as she fell into the intimate position and he adjusted himself so she settled in against his frame. Her hand went to his chest to keep herself at a marginal distance and she muffled a nervous giggle as fingers played across her temple; brushing her hair away. He leaned closer; shifting until she leaned back against the cushions and he could stare down at her. It was incredibly intimate and she could feel his breath on her face as his hand played on the bare skin of her leg. She rested her head into the curve of his arm so she could stare up at him as he asked her about how she got there and she traced the line of his tunic. His clothes spoke of his merchant status; only the lower classes wore pants. ...Yet he wasn’t lower class, was he? Not with as much as he’d offered the temple to be blessed.
Her cheeks flushed and her heart raced and she found it difficult to breathe. Her voice was whispy as she replied. “...My brother… traded me for collateral.” Ugh… why? Why was she so honest with him?? She could have just told him her standard practiced response; that she desired to serve the Goddess.. That there was nothing more she wanted to do. That it was her calling. Every other pilgrim was quite content with that. It was all they needed to carry on with their blessings. But Kreios? She couldn’t lie to him. Somehow she knew he’d see through it and desired the truth more.
She was nervous - he could tell in the way she eyed him cautiously, her nervous giggles, how wary she was of every movement he made. Was she not an experienced priestess? Kreios smiled as she lay in his lap, at the very least not balking at the way he now let his fingers roam higher on her bare legs, nudging past the slits of her chiton so he could splay his palms on the bottom half of her thighs, warmth emanating from his skin as he mindlessly caressed her with the pad of his thumb.
Collateral? Kreios clicked his tongue, shaking his head wryly as if he disapproved of such a matter. "That isn't fair now, is it young maiden? Although... I believe your beauty is at least, not wasted here." he replied, propping her up so he could reach her easier. Leaning down, he let his breathe ghost across her sensitive lips once more, before he claimed her lips again with his own. Unlike the teasing, short one he had given earlier, this one held a more powerful note, as if Kreios was a predator who knew what he wanted, and was not about to back down anytime soon.
Pushing his hands higher so it now rested further up on her thigh, his fingers drew mindless patterns on her skin while his lips molded into hers, teeth nipping and teasing, seeking entrance to the plaint priestess in his arms. When he eventually pulled his lips away to catch his breathe, it was a sly smile that Kreios wore, his dark eyes swirling as he gazed deep into hers, drawing her in a desirous, pleasurable net he wanted to catch her in. "At least, I would appreciate your beauty, kitten, if you would give me your blessings."
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She was nervous - he could tell in the way she eyed him cautiously, her nervous giggles, how wary she was of every movement he made. Was she not an experienced priestess? Kreios smiled as she lay in his lap, at the very least not balking at the way he now let his fingers roam higher on her bare legs, nudging past the slits of her chiton so he could splay his palms on the bottom half of her thighs, warmth emanating from his skin as he mindlessly caressed her with the pad of his thumb.
Collateral? Kreios clicked his tongue, shaking his head wryly as if he disapproved of such a matter. "That isn't fair now, is it young maiden? Although... I believe your beauty is at least, not wasted here." he replied, propping her up so he could reach her easier. Leaning down, he let his breathe ghost across her sensitive lips once more, before he claimed her lips again with his own. Unlike the teasing, short one he had given earlier, this one held a more powerful note, as if Kreios was a predator who knew what he wanted, and was not about to back down anytime soon.
Pushing his hands higher so it now rested further up on her thigh, his fingers drew mindless patterns on her skin while his lips molded into hers, teeth nipping and teasing, seeking entrance to the plaint priestess in his arms. When he eventually pulled his lips away to catch his breathe, it was a sly smile that Kreios wore, his dark eyes swirling as he gazed deep into hers, drawing her in a desirous, pleasurable net he wanted to catch her in. "At least, I would appreciate your beauty, kitten, if you would give me your blessings."
She was nervous - he could tell in the way she eyed him cautiously, her nervous giggles, how wary she was of every movement he made. Was she not an experienced priestess? Kreios smiled as she lay in his lap, at the very least not balking at the way he now let his fingers roam higher on her bare legs, nudging past the slits of her chiton so he could splay his palms on the bottom half of her thighs, warmth emanating from his skin as he mindlessly caressed her with the pad of his thumb.
Collateral? Kreios clicked his tongue, shaking his head wryly as if he disapproved of such a matter. "That isn't fair now, is it young maiden? Although... I believe your beauty is at least, not wasted here." he replied, propping her up so he could reach her easier. Leaning down, he let his breathe ghost across her sensitive lips once more, before he claimed her lips again with his own. Unlike the teasing, short one he had given earlier, this one held a more powerful note, as if Kreios was a predator who knew what he wanted, and was not about to back down anytime soon.
Pushing his hands higher so it now rested further up on her thigh, his fingers drew mindless patterns on her skin while his lips molded into hers, teeth nipping and teasing, seeking entrance to the plaint priestess in his arms. When he eventually pulled his lips away to catch his breathe, it was a sly smile that Kreios wore, his dark eyes swirling as he gazed deep into hers, drawing her in a desirous, pleasurable net he wanted to catch her in. "At least, I would appreciate your beauty, kitten, if you would give me your blessings."
Nervous made her seem inexperienced, and we all know that nothing could be further from the truth. It wasn’t that she was nervous per say. But not every patron who came in looked like Kreios. They didn’t stare at her in such an intense way that she forgot how to breathe. They didn’t fork out enough to buy a small house to be blessed by her. ...No.. it wasn’t that she was new to this.
She was new to him.
Leni couldn’t remember being so attracted to a person that it made her brain feel muddled and scattered as it did with him. She felt flushed and somewhat anxious. And his hand was working it’s way up her leg as he leaned over her; his voice deep and breathy. Life in the temple wasn’t as strenuous as the lower house brothels where a line could wait around the corner for the next turn. ..But the men who attended were often older, albeit wealthy. And while she fulfilled her role to the best of her abilities, having someone as undeniably good looking as Kreios visit was definitely a deviation from the norm.
With the click of his tongue, her gaze fell to the fullness of his lips; how his words tumbled out; complimenting her beauty and how she was in the right place to display it. Parted lips quirked a bit in one corner with the compliment and she murmured her thanks in response. But it wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before. Her unique beauty was the only thing she had and one day even that would fade. For now, it was the reason she remained in the temple and not in the house brothels...that and her ease at submitting to both authority and the patrons who came for blessings.
He adjusted again; so that he was closer; pressing her further back into the cushion and all she could see was him. She didn’t mind, though. She rather enjoyed looking at his forebodingly handsome features. They gave her a thrill of excitement in danger and she felt glad that she’d been in the temple the moment he’d arrived… though she knew that that was probably very foolish. His lips hovered over hers; his breath tickling her mouth and she couldn’t help but lift her hand from his chest to trace his lower lip with her fingertip just before he leaned down and claimed her mouth with his own. Her eyes rolled back as her lashes closed against her cheeks and she gave a soft purr of desire. Her hand slipped across his cheek; fingertips toying into the hair at his temple as he deepened the kiss and she responded in kind. His little nips were dizzying and distracting and his hand kept up its slow progression along her thigh.
Leni’s mouth parted as he urged her to open for him; her tongue meeting his in short temptation before he pulled away. She leaned up with him; unwilling to break the kiss quiet yet, but when their lips parted, she looked up at him curiously.
The way he stared at her took her breath away and his words were almost lost in how his lips moved. She had to think about what he said for a moment. “...hmmm? ...Oh… yes.. Of course. I am yours for as long as you wish….” Hadn’t Hostas said so? She could spend all afternoon in this man.. In his touch and smell.. His onyx eyes and silky words. Only the rain and the sound of his breathing to distract her from his kisses. ...Because at the end of the day, she was still human and prone to weakness. ...Especially when it came to pilgrims like him.
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Nervous made her seem inexperienced, and we all know that nothing could be further from the truth. It wasn’t that she was nervous per say. But not every patron who came in looked like Kreios. They didn’t stare at her in such an intense way that she forgot how to breathe. They didn’t fork out enough to buy a small house to be blessed by her. ...No.. it wasn’t that she was new to this.
She was new to him.
Leni couldn’t remember being so attracted to a person that it made her brain feel muddled and scattered as it did with him. She felt flushed and somewhat anxious. And his hand was working it’s way up her leg as he leaned over her; his voice deep and breathy. Life in the temple wasn’t as strenuous as the lower house brothels where a line could wait around the corner for the next turn. ..But the men who attended were often older, albeit wealthy. And while she fulfilled her role to the best of her abilities, having someone as undeniably good looking as Kreios visit was definitely a deviation from the norm.
With the click of his tongue, her gaze fell to the fullness of his lips; how his words tumbled out; complimenting her beauty and how she was in the right place to display it. Parted lips quirked a bit in one corner with the compliment and she murmured her thanks in response. But it wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before. Her unique beauty was the only thing she had and one day even that would fade. For now, it was the reason she remained in the temple and not in the house brothels...that and her ease at submitting to both authority and the patrons who came for blessings.
He adjusted again; so that he was closer; pressing her further back into the cushion and all she could see was him. She didn’t mind, though. She rather enjoyed looking at his forebodingly handsome features. They gave her a thrill of excitement in danger and she felt glad that she’d been in the temple the moment he’d arrived… though she knew that that was probably very foolish. His lips hovered over hers; his breath tickling her mouth and she couldn’t help but lift her hand from his chest to trace his lower lip with her fingertip just before he leaned down and claimed her mouth with his own. Her eyes rolled back as her lashes closed against her cheeks and she gave a soft purr of desire. Her hand slipped across his cheek; fingertips toying into the hair at his temple as he deepened the kiss and she responded in kind. His little nips were dizzying and distracting and his hand kept up its slow progression along her thigh.
Leni’s mouth parted as he urged her to open for him; her tongue meeting his in short temptation before he pulled away. She leaned up with him; unwilling to break the kiss quiet yet, but when their lips parted, she looked up at him curiously.
The way he stared at her took her breath away and his words were almost lost in how his lips moved. She had to think about what he said for a moment. “...hmmm? ...Oh… yes.. Of course. I am yours for as long as you wish….” Hadn’t Hostas said so? She could spend all afternoon in this man.. In his touch and smell.. His onyx eyes and silky words. Only the rain and the sound of his breathing to distract her from his kisses. ...Because at the end of the day, she was still human and prone to weakness. ...Especially when it came to pilgrims like him.
Nervous made her seem inexperienced, and we all know that nothing could be further from the truth. It wasn’t that she was nervous per say. But not every patron who came in looked like Kreios. They didn’t stare at her in such an intense way that she forgot how to breathe. They didn’t fork out enough to buy a small house to be blessed by her. ...No.. it wasn’t that she was new to this.
She was new to him.
Leni couldn’t remember being so attracted to a person that it made her brain feel muddled and scattered as it did with him. She felt flushed and somewhat anxious. And his hand was working it’s way up her leg as he leaned over her; his voice deep and breathy. Life in the temple wasn’t as strenuous as the lower house brothels where a line could wait around the corner for the next turn. ..But the men who attended were often older, albeit wealthy. And while she fulfilled her role to the best of her abilities, having someone as undeniably good looking as Kreios visit was definitely a deviation from the norm.
With the click of his tongue, her gaze fell to the fullness of his lips; how his words tumbled out; complimenting her beauty and how she was in the right place to display it. Parted lips quirked a bit in one corner with the compliment and she murmured her thanks in response. But it wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before. Her unique beauty was the only thing she had and one day even that would fade. For now, it was the reason she remained in the temple and not in the house brothels...that and her ease at submitting to both authority and the patrons who came for blessings.
He adjusted again; so that he was closer; pressing her further back into the cushion and all she could see was him. She didn’t mind, though. She rather enjoyed looking at his forebodingly handsome features. They gave her a thrill of excitement in danger and she felt glad that she’d been in the temple the moment he’d arrived… though she knew that that was probably very foolish. His lips hovered over hers; his breath tickling her mouth and she couldn’t help but lift her hand from his chest to trace his lower lip with her fingertip just before he leaned down and claimed her mouth with his own. Her eyes rolled back as her lashes closed against her cheeks and she gave a soft purr of desire. Her hand slipped across his cheek; fingertips toying into the hair at his temple as he deepened the kiss and she responded in kind. His little nips were dizzying and distracting and his hand kept up its slow progression along her thigh.
Leni’s mouth parted as he urged her to open for him; her tongue meeting his in short temptation before he pulled away. She leaned up with him; unwilling to break the kiss quiet yet, but when their lips parted, she looked up at him curiously.
The way he stared at her took her breath away and his words were almost lost in how his lips moved. She had to think about what he said for a moment. “...hmmm? ...Oh… yes.. Of course. I am yours for as long as you wish….” Hadn’t Hostas said so? She could spend all afternoon in this man.. In his touch and smell.. His onyx eyes and silky words. Only the rain and the sound of his breathing to distract her from his kisses. ...Because at the end of the day, she was still human and prone to weakness. ...Especially when it came to pilgrims like him.
Her skin was soft, like fine silk under his touch. Although Kreios supposed it was a necessity? She was a priestess in the temple dedicated to the Goddess of love and desire after all. Did she bathe in milk? Honeyed water? Whatever it was, her scent was intoxicating, each breath he took filled him with what felt like an intoxicating aroma that was uniquely hers, all making him want more.
Perhaps it was because it had been a long time since Kreios had indulged in a body of womanly pleasure, but if a break enhanced your senses in such a way.... well, the merchant can't say he minded.
He had expected her tongue to meet his, the pliable creature in his arms was no shy maien afterall. But the dark male was thrilled at the frisson of pleasure that coursed through him when they met in the intimate manner. He chuckled in a low tone, voice now husky in a volume that was meant only for her, "Then I'll take my time, shall I, kitten?"
Moving like a feline predator, Kreios used his arms to shift so Zelenia now straddled his waist, as he leaned against one of the many ornate pillars within the chamber. His deft fingers tugged at the material of her dress so that the only fabric between them was the pants that he still wore, an item of clothing Kreios was beginning to find to be more of a bother as their hips met.
Grinning at the priestess, he gently passed his thumb over her lips, cupping her chin and pulling her forward to press his lips to hers. The other and fell to the small of her back, dragging her closer so he could press them so close that a parchment would not be able to pass through their bodies. The other hand pulled at the front-V of her dress, while the hand at her back simultaneously unclasped the belt she wore, in deft movements that resulted in the material falling to her waist, revealing the prize Kreios sought.
His smile was slow, seductive in his tone. Smirking into their kiss, his hands on her chin stole downwards until he cupped a full breast in his palms, rolling a pert nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. Pressing her hips towards his in a way that ensure she would not miss his growing desire, Kreios trailed his lips towards the side of her face, nipping at her earlobe, going downwards to suck on the side of her neck, before e hummed in her ear, "Show me your blessings then, kitten. We have all day."
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Her skin was soft, like fine silk under his touch. Although Kreios supposed it was a necessity? She was a priestess in the temple dedicated to the Goddess of love and desire after all. Did she bathe in milk? Honeyed water? Whatever it was, her scent was intoxicating, each breath he took filled him with what felt like an intoxicating aroma that was uniquely hers, all making him want more.
Perhaps it was because it had been a long time since Kreios had indulged in a body of womanly pleasure, but if a break enhanced your senses in such a way.... well, the merchant can't say he minded.
He had expected her tongue to meet his, the pliable creature in his arms was no shy maien afterall. But the dark male was thrilled at the frisson of pleasure that coursed through him when they met in the intimate manner. He chuckled in a low tone, voice now husky in a volume that was meant only for her, "Then I'll take my time, shall I, kitten?"
Moving like a feline predator, Kreios used his arms to shift so Zelenia now straddled his waist, as he leaned against one of the many ornate pillars within the chamber. His deft fingers tugged at the material of her dress so that the only fabric between them was the pants that he still wore, an item of clothing Kreios was beginning to find to be more of a bother as their hips met.
Grinning at the priestess, he gently passed his thumb over her lips, cupping her chin and pulling her forward to press his lips to hers. The other and fell to the small of her back, dragging her closer so he could press them so close that a parchment would not be able to pass through their bodies. The other hand pulled at the front-V of her dress, while the hand at her back simultaneously unclasped the belt she wore, in deft movements that resulted in the material falling to her waist, revealing the prize Kreios sought.
His smile was slow, seductive in his tone. Smirking into their kiss, his hands on her chin stole downwards until he cupped a full breast in his palms, rolling a pert nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. Pressing her hips towards his in a way that ensure she would not miss his growing desire, Kreios trailed his lips towards the side of her face, nipping at her earlobe, going downwards to suck on the side of her neck, before e hummed in her ear, "Show me your blessings then, kitten. We have all day."
Her skin was soft, like fine silk under his touch. Although Kreios supposed it was a necessity? She was a priestess in the temple dedicated to the Goddess of love and desire after all. Did she bathe in milk? Honeyed water? Whatever it was, her scent was intoxicating, each breath he took filled him with what felt like an intoxicating aroma that was uniquely hers, all making him want more.
Perhaps it was because it had been a long time since Kreios had indulged in a body of womanly pleasure, but if a break enhanced your senses in such a way.... well, the merchant can't say he minded.
He had expected her tongue to meet his, the pliable creature in his arms was no shy maien afterall. But the dark male was thrilled at the frisson of pleasure that coursed through him when they met in the intimate manner. He chuckled in a low tone, voice now husky in a volume that was meant only for her, "Then I'll take my time, shall I, kitten?"
Moving like a feline predator, Kreios used his arms to shift so Zelenia now straddled his waist, as he leaned against one of the many ornate pillars within the chamber. His deft fingers tugged at the material of her dress so that the only fabric between them was the pants that he still wore, an item of clothing Kreios was beginning to find to be more of a bother as their hips met.
Grinning at the priestess, he gently passed his thumb over her lips, cupping her chin and pulling her forward to press his lips to hers. The other and fell to the small of her back, dragging her closer so he could press them so close that a parchment would not be able to pass through their bodies. The other hand pulled at the front-V of her dress, while the hand at her back simultaneously unclasped the belt she wore, in deft movements that resulted in the material falling to her waist, revealing the prize Kreios sought.
His smile was slow, seductive in his tone. Smirking into their kiss, his hands on her chin stole downwards until he cupped a full breast in his palms, rolling a pert nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. Pressing her hips towards his in a way that ensure she would not miss his growing desire, Kreios trailed his lips towards the side of her face, nipping at her earlobe, going downwards to suck on the side of her neck, before e hummed in her ear, "Show me your blessings then, kitten. We have all day."
His words were a silken promise; meant to tease and stir a reaction and they did. Her breath caught in her throat and she considered what they would do with all the time he’d purchased so easily. Caught up in the smell of him, she found she didn’t care. He smelled of leather and herbs. His lips were salty as if he’d recently come from the sea, but his tongue was sweet. His skin was warm against her while simultaneously trailing icy trails along her body with his fingertips. She wanted to warm them with her lips, but goosebumps followed their trail; causing her nipples to tighten uncomfortably and a chill to slide down her back.
He shifted her again and in a fluid motion, she straddled his waist; legs bent beneath her as he tugged her dress out from between them. She was higher than him in this position but it didn’t make her want to be any less close. His fingers were sly; tracing around her waist to pull her against his hips and she felt the length of his erection between her thighs. She sucked in a breath and leaned forward as he took her chin. She drew his thumb between her lips and suckled the tip as her dark eyes leveled on his..but she released the digit so that he could kiss her again; her hips rocking against his.
His fingers were magicians; working at ties and manipulating fabric until it fell away from her frame with little effort. She dropped her arms to pull them from the twisted fabric and then raised them to his jaw again as they kissed. She felt the sly smile of his lips as his hand left her face to trace down her neck and chest before cupping her breast; weighing it before grazing his thumb against the sensitive bud. She groaned and nipped his lower lip in protest of his teasing and so he left her mouth and trailed over her jaw and neck. His firm hand pulled at her hips; settling her down harder against the thickness of his cock and she rolled her hips; enticing him as he desired.
With lips parted she breathed heavily against his temple as his nose brushed hers; hands falling to his shoulders and dragging slowly against his arms. His words sent shivers along her flesh and she smiled; her cheeks flushing as she kept up that seductive rocking of her hips. “...I have gained favor with the Goddess, Kreios.” She nipped and licked gently against his neck as she spoke; bent against him so her fingers could work on unlacing his shirt to pull it loose and off. “As I am in the temple, I am specialized in many forms of blessings. What do you require of me that I may bestow upon you?”
With his shirt pulled free of his pants, she lifted it over of his head; parting them for but a moment as he shrugged out of it and she tossed it aside. With both of them bare from the waist up, she trailed kisses along his collarbone; flicking her tongue against the sensitive curve of his neck as her hands went back to exploring his chest and the muscles that lined the ribs of his waist. At one time she was shyer… but years had removed those hesitations from her. She knew where and how to touch. Skilled in the art of lovemaking as any good priestess would be. And all for the Goddess they were worshipping together.
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His words were a silken promise; meant to tease and stir a reaction and they did. Her breath caught in her throat and she considered what they would do with all the time he’d purchased so easily. Caught up in the smell of him, she found she didn’t care. He smelled of leather and herbs. His lips were salty as if he’d recently come from the sea, but his tongue was sweet. His skin was warm against her while simultaneously trailing icy trails along her body with his fingertips. She wanted to warm them with her lips, but goosebumps followed their trail; causing her nipples to tighten uncomfortably and a chill to slide down her back.
He shifted her again and in a fluid motion, she straddled his waist; legs bent beneath her as he tugged her dress out from between them. She was higher than him in this position but it didn’t make her want to be any less close. His fingers were sly; tracing around her waist to pull her against his hips and she felt the length of his erection between her thighs. She sucked in a breath and leaned forward as he took her chin. She drew his thumb between her lips and suckled the tip as her dark eyes leveled on his..but she released the digit so that he could kiss her again; her hips rocking against his.
His fingers were magicians; working at ties and manipulating fabric until it fell away from her frame with little effort. She dropped her arms to pull them from the twisted fabric and then raised them to his jaw again as they kissed. She felt the sly smile of his lips as his hand left her face to trace down her neck and chest before cupping her breast; weighing it before grazing his thumb against the sensitive bud. She groaned and nipped his lower lip in protest of his teasing and so he left her mouth and trailed over her jaw and neck. His firm hand pulled at her hips; settling her down harder against the thickness of his cock and she rolled her hips; enticing him as he desired.
With lips parted she breathed heavily against his temple as his nose brushed hers; hands falling to his shoulders and dragging slowly against his arms. His words sent shivers along her flesh and she smiled; her cheeks flushing as she kept up that seductive rocking of her hips. “...I have gained favor with the Goddess, Kreios.” She nipped and licked gently against his neck as she spoke; bent against him so her fingers could work on unlacing his shirt to pull it loose and off. “As I am in the temple, I am specialized in many forms of blessings. What do you require of me that I may bestow upon you?”
With his shirt pulled free of his pants, she lifted it over of his head; parting them for but a moment as he shrugged out of it and she tossed it aside. With both of them bare from the waist up, she trailed kisses along his collarbone; flicking her tongue against the sensitive curve of his neck as her hands went back to exploring his chest and the muscles that lined the ribs of his waist. At one time she was shyer… but years had removed those hesitations from her. She knew where and how to touch. Skilled in the art of lovemaking as any good priestess would be. And all for the Goddess they were worshipping together.
His words were a silken promise; meant to tease and stir a reaction and they did. Her breath caught in her throat and she considered what they would do with all the time he’d purchased so easily. Caught up in the smell of him, she found she didn’t care. He smelled of leather and herbs. His lips were salty as if he’d recently come from the sea, but his tongue was sweet. His skin was warm against her while simultaneously trailing icy trails along her body with his fingertips. She wanted to warm them with her lips, but goosebumps followed their trail; causing her nipples to tighten uncomfortably and a chill to slide down her back.
He shifted her again and in a fluid motion, she straddled his waist; legs bent beneath her as he tugged her dress out from between them. She was higher than him in this position but it didn’t make her want to be any less close. His fingers were sly; tracing around her waist to pull her against his hips and she felt the length of his erection between her thighs. She sucked in a breath and leaned forward as he took her chin. She drew his thumb between her lips and suckled the tip as her dark eyes leveled on his..but she released the digit so that he could kiss her again; her hips rocking against his.
His fingers were magicians; working at ties and manipulating fabric until it fell away from her frame with little effort. She dropped her arms to pull them from the twisted fabric and then raised them to his jaw again as they kissed. She felt the sly smile of his lips as his hand left her face to trace down her neck and chest before cupping her breast; weighing it before grazing his thumb against the sensitive bud. She groaned and nipped his lower lip in protest of his teasing and so he left her mouth and trailed over her jaw and neck. His firm hand pulled at her hips; settling her down harder against the thickness of his cock and she rolled her hips; enticing him as he desired.
With lips parted she breathed heavily against his temple as his nose brushed hers; hands falling to his shoulders and dragging slowly against his arms. His words sent shivers along her flesh and she smiled; her cheeks flushing as she kept up that seductive rocking of her hips. “...I have gained favor with the Goddess, Kreios.” She nipped and licked gently against his neck as she spoke; bent against him so her fingers could work on unlacing his shirt to pull it loose and off. “As I am in the temple, I am specialized in many forms of blessings. What do you require of me that I may bestow upon you?”
With his shirt pulled free of his pants, she lifted it over of his head; parting them for but a moment as he shrugged out of it and she tossed it aside. With both of them bare from the waist up, she trailed kisses along his collarbone; flicking her tongue against the sensitive curve of his neck as her hands went back to exploring his chest and the muscles that lined the ribs of his waist. At one time she was shyer… but years had removed those hesitations from her. She knew where and how to touch. Skilled in the art of lovemaking as any good priestess would be. And all for the Goddess they were worshipping together.
He felt every movement of her hips against his sensitive, hardening desire. On instinct, his large palms dropped from where he held her in place by the small of her back, to instead cup one part of her bottom, giving it a tight squeeze as he rolled his hips upwards in return, grinning devilishly as he did so, meeting her smile with his own. Her touch left a tingling sensation against his skin, the kind that merely spurred Kreios on more.
Not arguing as she unlaced his shirt, he chuckled in his low baritone. Of course she has gained favor with the Goddess. How else would she be so beautiful? Kreios raised his hands to allow her to drag his shirt off, before he swiftly worked on the ties on his pants, loosening them as she trailed her kisses. Hands in between their bodies now, once his stays were loosened, his hands went to work on her dress, pulling at it so it fell lower still.
Tilting his neck to the side to allow her easier access, he caught one of her hands that explored is chest, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the palm, before dragging her up to place another drugged kiss on her lips. Drugs? Perhaps, for the pleasures of flesh was the best form of drug he's ever known. Chuckling against her lips again when he remembered her words, he tilted his head at her, the same daring light sparking in his eyes.
"I can ask for anything I want, kitten?" he murmured, his hands dropping to cup both bare breasts in his hands. Giving the heavy, full mounds a light squeeze, he ducked his head to close his lips over one, flicking and suckling at the sensitive mound while the other was rolled between his fingers, Kreios nipped at the tight bud, before straightening up to look at her straight in the eye.
Taking one of her hands, he pulled it down and placed it to cup his still clothed manhood, shoving it against her palms. "Take off your clothes. And then show me what your cute little mouth can do then, little one." he drawled, the smirk never leaving his lips.
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He felt every movement of her hips against his sensitive, hardening desire. On instinct, his large palms dropped from where he held her in place by the small of her back, to instead cup one part of her bottom, giving it a tight squeeze as he rolled his hips upwards in return, grinning devilishly as he did so, meeting her smile with his own. Her touch left a tingling sensation against his skin, the kind that merely spurred Kreios on more.
Not arguing as she unlaced his shirt, he chuckled in his low baritone. Of course she has gained favor with the Goddess. How else would she be so beautiful? Kreios raised his hands to allow her to drag his shirt off, before he swiftly worked on the ties on his pants, loosening them as she trailed her kisses. Hands in between their bodies now, once his stays were loosened, his hands went to work on her dress, pulling at it so it fell lower still.
Tilting his neck to the side to allow her easier access, he caught one of her hands that explored is chest, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the palm, before dragging her up to place another drugged kiss on her lips. Drugs? Perhaps, for the pleasures of flesh was the best form of drug he's ever known. Chuckling against her lips again when he remembered her words, he tilted his head at her, the same daring light sparking in his eyes.
"I can ask for anything I want, kitten?" he murmured, his hands dropping to cup both bare breasts in his hands. Giving the heavy, full mounds a light squeeze, he ducked his head to close his lips over one, flicking and suckling at the sensitive mound while the other was rolled between his fingers, Kreios nipped at the tight bud, before straightening up to look at her straight in the eye.
Taking one of her hands, he pulled it down and placed it to cup his still clothed manhood, shoving it against her palms. "Take off your clothes. And then show me what your cute little mouth can do then, little one." he drawled, the smirk never leaving his lips.
He felt every movement of her hips against his sensitive, hardening desire. On instinct, his large palms dropped from where he held her in place by the small of her back, to instead cup one part of her bottom, giving it a tight squeeze as he rolled his hips upwards in return, grinning devilishly as he did so, meeting her smile with his own. Her touch left a tingling sensation against his skin, the kind that merely spurred Kreios on more.
Not arguing as she unlaced his shirt, he chuckled in his low baritone. Of course she has gained favor with the Goddess. How else would she be so beautiful? Kreios raised his hands to allow her to drag his shirt off, before he swiftly worked on the ties on his pants, loosening them as she trailed her kisses. Hands in between their bodies now, once his stays were loosened, his hands went to work on her dress, pulling at it so it fell lower still.
Tilting his neck to the side to allow her easier access, he caught one of her hands that explored is chest, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the palm, before dragging her up to place another drugged kiss on her lips. Drugs? Perhaps, for the pleasures of flesh was the best form of drug he's ever known. Chuckling against her lips again when he remembered her words, he tilted his head at her, the same daring light sparking in his eyes.
"I can ask for anything I want, kitten?" he murmured, his hands dropping to cup both bare breasts in his hands. Giving the heavy, full mounds a light squeeze, he ducked his head to close his lips over one, flicking and suckling at the sensitive mound while the other was rolled between his fingers, Kreios nipped at the tight bud, before straightening up to look at her straight in the eye.
Taking one of her hands, he pulled it down and placed it to cup his still clothed manhood, shoving it against her palms. "Take off your clothes. And then show me what your cute little mouth can do then, little one." he drawled, the smirk never leaving his lips.
She was getting caught up; lost in the moment. It was probably what made her so very good in her role; her ability to lose herself in her patrons. To give and receive equally… But Kreios was a rare find. He toyed with her; his words challenging and his eyes teased with their devilish implications. Palms grazed the sensitive flesh of her breasts as his mouth circled one; tugging at one nipple with his teeth as his hand mimicked the action with thumb and index finger. She arched her spine and let her head fall back; her hands rising to push her hair into a thick pile atop her head. In these moments she felt like the goddess herself. Like Kreios was bowing at her own alter and worshipping her in the way Aphrodite would demand him to.
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth and nodded in response; unable to form words as bolts of electricity coursed from where his teeth toyed with her flesh down her back, between her legs and to her toes. He was making her weak with his attentions. And when he pulled away she whined a bit in protest before looking down at him. He stared up at her; his face alight with impish mischief as he took one of her hands and pushed it between them; making his demand as he pressed his cock against her palm. She grazed her thumb along its length and bit her lip again. Her cheeks flushed a bit, but she nodded and removed her hand only long enough to gather up the fabric of her gown and pull its mass up and over her head. Her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders and she tossed the garment to the side before leaning forward; one hand cupping the side of his neck as her mouth found his pulse point again. Her free hand went back to his erection and stroked it over the loose fitting pants he still wore. She trailed slow and deliberate kisses down his chest; flicking her tongue over his nipple before drawing it between her teeth just as he’d done. She dragged her hand down and grazed her nail over its partner before continuing her descent over his ribs and stomach. Finally, she unstraddled him and laced her fingers between his waist and pants; pulling the garment down off his hips.
After she’d pushed them away and removed his boots, she returned to take him up again; her hand circling his length so she could bend over and flick her tongue against the tip. Her hair fell around his hips and she drew him slowly into her mouth as her hand worked in unison to pleasure him; moving with the subtle shift of his hips as she took him more deeply into her mouth. She used her fingers to pleasure pressure points as she stared up at him gauging his reaction until she could taste his arousal.
After some time and when his body was rigid with need, she pulled away just enough to speak. “Shall I continue, or did you have other things in mind?” She grazed her thumb below her lower lip in a rather ladylike fashion to remove the moisture as he took her up again and returned his kiss; content that she’d satisfied him enough that he still wanted more. His arms were strong and his breath was heated. And there was something powerful in being able to pleasure a man in the way she had; to hold him at her mercy and make him mumble incoherent noises as he was lost in her touch. But with him she was selfish. She wanted her own needs met as he was deliciously attractive in a dark and unrefined way. Her nails grazed down his side; tracing the hard muscles at his waist as she spoke against his mouth. “Will you be as generous now as you were earlier?” She risked a playful smile and looked up at him through thick lashes; studying at his own fan of dark lashes. They were so close she could see each individual strand and the flecks in his dark eyes were black set against a deep brown… not completely black as one might think, but the effect was no less dramatic. She lost herself in them for a long moment; forgetting about where they were or what they were doing. They say the eyes are the window to the soul… but how can one see a person’s soul when their eyes were so shadowed?
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She was getting caught up; lost in the moment. It was probably what made her so very good in her role; her ability to lose herself in her patrons. To give and receive equally… But Kreios was a rare find. He toyed with her; his words challenging and his eyes teased with their devilish implications. Palms grazed the sensitive flesh of her breasts as his mouth circled one; tugging at one nipple with his teeth as his hand mimicked the action with thumb and index finger. She arched her spine and let her head fall back; her hands rising to push her hair into a thick pile atop her head. In these moments she felt like the goddess herself. Like Kreios was bowing at her own alter and worshipping her in the way Aphrodite would demand him to.
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth and nodded in response; unable to form words as bolts of electricity coursed from where his teeth toyed with her flesh down her back, between her legs and to her toes. He was making her weak with his attentions. And when he pulled away she whined a bit in protest before looking down at him. He stared up at her; his face alight with impish mischief as he took one of her hands and pushed it between them; making his demand as he pressed his cock against her palm. She grazed her thumb along its length and bit her lip again. Her cheeks flushed a bit, but she nodded and removed her hand only long enough to gather up the fabric of her gown and pull its mass up and over her head. Her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders and she tossed the garment to the side before leaning forward; one hand cupping the side of his neck as her mouth found his pulse point again. Her free hand went back to his erection and stroked it over the loose fitting pants he still wore. She trailed slow and deliberate kisses down his chest; flicking her tongue over his nipple before drawing it between her teeth just as he’d done. She dragged her hand down and grazed her nail over its partner before continuing her descent over his ribs and stomach. Finally, she unstraddled him and laced her fingers between his waist and pants; pulling the garment down off his hips.
After she’d pushed them away and removed his boots, she returned to take him up again; her hand circling his length so she could bend over and flick her tongue against the tip. Her hair fell around his hips and she drew him slowly into her mouth as her hand worked in unison to pleasure him; moving with the subtle shift of his hips as she took him more deeply into her mouth. She used her fingers to pleasure pressure points as she stared up at him gauging his reaction until she could taste his arousal.
After some time and when his body was rigid with need, she pulled away just enough to speak. “Shall I continue, or did you have other things in mind?” She grazed her thumb below her lower lip in a rather ladylike fashion to remove the moisture as he took her up again and returned his kiss; content that she’d satisfied him enough that he still wanted more. His arms were strong and his breath was heated. And there was something powerful in being able to pleasure a man in the way she had; to hold him at her mercy and make him mumble incoherent noises as he was lost in her touch. But with him she was selfish. She wanted her own needs met as he was deliciously attractive in a dark and unrefined way. Her nails grazed down his side; tracing the hard muscles at his waist as she spoke against his mouth. “Will you be as generous now as you were earlier?” She risked a playful smile and looked up at him through thick lashes; studying at his own fan of dark lashes. They were so close she could see each individual strand and the flecks in his dark eyes were black set against a deep brown… not completely black as one might think, but the effect was no less dramatic. She lost herself in them for a long moment; forgetting about where they were or what they were doing. They say the eyes are the window to the soul… but how can one see a person’s soul when their eyes were so shadowed?
She was getting caught up; lost in the moment. It was probably what made her so very good in her role; her ability to lose herself in her patrons. To give and receive equally… But Kreios was a rare find. He toyed with her; his words challenging and his eyes teased with their devilish implications. Palms grazed the sensitive flesh of her breasts as his mouth circled one; tugging at one nipple with his teeth as his hand mimicked the action with thumb and index finger. She arched her spine and let her head fall back; her hands rising to push her hair into a thick pile atop her head. In these moments she felt like the goddess herself. Like Kreios was bowing at her own alter and worshipping her in the way Aphrodite would demand him to.
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth and nodded in response; unable to form words as bolts of electricity coursed from where his teeth toyed with her flesh down her back, between her legs and to her toes. He was making her weak with his attentions. And when he pulled away she whined a bit in protest before looking down at him. He stared up at her; his face alight with impish mischief as he took one of her hands and pushed it between them; making his demand as he pressed his cock against her palm. She grazed her thumb along its length and bit her lip again. Her cheeks flushed a bit, but she nodded and removed her hand only long enough to gather up the fabric of her gown and pull its mass up and over her head. Her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders and she tossed the garment to the side before leaning forward; one hand cupping the side of his neck as her mouth found his pulse point again. Her free hand went back to his erection and stroked it over the loose fitting pants he still wore. She trailed slow and deliberate kisses down his chest; flicking her tongue over his nipple before drawing it between her teeth just as he’d done. She dragged her hand down and grazed her nail over its partner before continuing her descent over his ribs and stomach. Finally, she unstraddled him and laced her fingers between his waist and pants; pulling the garment down off his hips.
After she’d pushed them away and removed his boots, she returned to take him up again; her hand circling his length so she could bend over and flick her tongue against the tip. Her hair fell around his hips and she drew him slowly into her mouth as her hand worked in unison to pleasure him; moving with the subtle shift of his hips as she took him more deeply into her mouth. She used her fingers to pleasure pressure points as she stared up at him gauging his reaction until she could taste his arousal.
After some time and when his body was rigid with need, she pulled away just enough to speak. “Shall I continue, or did you have other things in mind?” She grazed her thumb below her lower lip in a rather ladylike fashion to remove the moisture as he took her up again and returned his kiss; content that she’d satisfied him enough that he still wanted more. His arms were strong and his breath was heated. And there was something powerful in being able to pleasure a man in the way she had; to hold him at her mercy and make him mumble incoherent noises as he was lost in her touch. But with him she was selfish. She wanted her own needs met as he was deliciously attractive in a dark and unrefined way. Her nails grazed down his side; tracing the hard muscles at his waist as she spoke against his mouth. “Will you be as generous now as you were earlier?” She risked a playful smile and looked up at him through thick lashes; studying at his own fan of dark lashes. They were so close she could see each individual strand and the flecks in his dark eyes were black set against a deep brown… not completely black as one might think, but the effect was no less dramatic. She lost herself in them for a long moment; forgetting about where they were or what they were doing. They say the eyes are the window to the soul… but how can one see a person’s soul when their eyes were so shadowed?
She had a certain air of innocence around her when Kreios had first saw her in the general foyer of Aphrodite's temple. It had been that very air that had made the merchant spend a fortune just for a few hours with her - and yet here behind the closed curtains of the private sanctuary, it was as if she was another person altogether.
Not that he was complaining, really.
Enjoying the pleasure that coursed through him the moment Zelenia stroked his hardening cock, he smirked, eyes grazing over her now bare body with the clear light of appreciation shining in his dark irises. With his free hand, he moved it to cup over her bare and exposed breasts, holding them up to his mouth to suckle on her tight nipples, even as his hips moved against her palm's ministrations.
Allowing her descent down his body, Kreios was pliant to her undressing of her, lifting to allow his pants off, the smirk never leaving his lips. The moment her lips closed around his sensitive erection, the dark-haired male let out a guttural groan at the shots of pleasure, his hand instinctively burying themselves in her mass of bronzed color hair. The movements were common, natural, yet each time Kreios delighted in the feelings. His hands in her hair held her in place as he rolled his hips along with her movements. "Yes, my sweet." he hissed with each touch, feeling the heat curling in his stomach.
With his head thrown back leaning against the pillar he sat against, he enjoyed the slow burn that Zelenia's mouth gave around his manhood. When he finally felt her pull away, the male looked down at her, smirking at the wonton way she looked, lips red from the work she had done. From her head, he allowed his hands to slip to her chin, and holding them there, drew her closer to him. Tasting himself on her tongue only made a low growl start at the base of his tongue. Leaning forward, he pushed her so she would fall on her back, whilst he crawled over her. The kisses fell from her lips, a trail down her neck before they fell to her breasts again.
There, Kreios gave the twin mounds the attention they deserved, thumb and forefinger playing with one, while the other was worshipped with his lips, nibbled and nipped on. Leaning on his left elbow, it was his right hand that stole downwards, seeking until they found the warm heat. There, they slipped within the folds, finding the sensitive nub which he toyed with, dragging his lips to her own again. Whilst the fingers at her center teased, Kreios stared into Zelenia's eyes, the lopsided smile as if a challenge to the priestess.
"Well, do you want it then, kitten?" he murmured, licking the column of her neck, delving first one finger, and then two into her warmth, using his thumb to place pressure on her nub. "How much do you want it? You'll have to prove to me that you want it, now don't you." Straddling her, Kreios placed engorged manhood right where his fingers were, rubbing against the heat. Up, and down, up, and down, yet never once going near her entrance, a tease that he did not bother to mask. "Beg me, kitten."
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She had a certain air of innocence around her when Kreios had first saw her in the general foyer of Aphrodite's temple. It had been that very air that had made the merchant spend a fortune just for a few hours with her - and yet here behind the closed curtains of the private sanctuary, it was as if she was another person altogether.
Not that he was complaining, really.
Enjoying the pleasure that coursed through him the moment Zelenia stroked his hardening cock, he smirked, eyes grazing over her now bare body with the clear light of appreciation shining in his dark irises. With his free hand, he moved it to cup over her bare and exposed breasts, holding them up to his mouth to suckle on her tight nipples, even as his hips moved against her palm's ministrations.
Allowing her descent down his body, Kreios was pliant to her undressing of her, lifting to allow his pants off, the smirk never leaving his lips. The moment her lips closed around his sensitive erection, the dark-haired male let out a guttural groan at the shots of pleasure, his hand instinctively burying themselves in her mass of bronzed color hair. The movements were common, natural, yet each time Kreios delighted in the feelings. His hands in her hair held her in place as he rolled his hips along with her movements. "Yes, my sweet." he hissed with each touch, feeling the heat curling in his stomach.
With his head thrown back leaning against the pillar he sat against, he enjoyed the slow burn that Zelenia's mouth gave around his manhood. When he finally felt her pull away, the male looked down at her, smirking at the wonton way she looked, lips red from the work she had done. From her head, he allowed his hands to slip to her chin, and holding them there, drew her closer to him. Tasting himself on her tongue only made a low growl start at the base of his tongue. Leaning forward, he pushed her so she would fall on her back, whilst he crawled over her. The kisses fell from her lips, a trail down her neck before they fell to her breasts again.
There, Kreios gave the twin mounds the attention they deserved, thumb and forefinger playing with one, while the other was worshipped with his lips, nibbled and nipped on. Leaning on his left elbow, it was his right hand that stole downwards, seeking until they found the warm heat. There, they slipped within the folds, finding the sensitive nub which he toyed with, dragging his lips to her own again. Whilst the fingers at her center teased, Kreios stared into Zelenia's eyes, the lopsided smile as if a challenge to the priestess.
"Well, do you want it then, kitten?" he murmured, licking the column of her neck, delving first one finger, and then two into her warmth, using his thumb to place pressure on her nub. "How much do you want it? You'll have to prove to me that you want it, now don't you." Straddling her, Kreios placed engorged manhood right where his fingers were, rubbing against the heat. Up, and down, up, and down, yet never once going near her entrance, a tease that he did not bother to mask. "Beg me, kitten."
She had a certain air of innocence around her when Kreios had first saw her in the general foyer of Aphrodite's temple. It had been that very air that had made the merchant spend a fortune just for a few hours with her - and yet here behind the closed curtains of the private sanctuary, it was as if she was another person altogether.
Not that he was complaining, really.
Enjoying the pleasure that coursed through him the moment Zelenia stroked his hardening cock, he smirked, eyes grazing over her now bare body with the clear light of appreciation shining in his dark irises. With his free hand, he moved it to cup over her bare and exposed breasts, holding them up to his mouth to suckle on her tight nipples, even as his hips moved against her palm's ministrations.
Allowing her descent down his body, Kreios was pliant to her undressing of her, lifting to allow his pants off, the smirk never leaving his lips. The moment her lips closed around his sensitive erection, the dark-haired male let out a guttural groan at the shots of pleasure, his hand instinctively burying themselves in her mass of bronzed color hair. The movements were common, natural, yet each time Kreios delighted in the feelings. His hands in her hair held her in place as he rolled his hips along with her movements. "Yes, my sweet." he hissed with each touch, feeling the heat curling in his stomach.
With his head thrown back leaning against the pillar he sat against, he enjoyed the slow burn that Zelenia's mouth gave around his manhood. When he finally felt her pull away, the male looked down at her, smirking at the wonton way she looked, lips red from the work she had done. From her head, he allowed his hands to slip to her chin, and holding them there, drew her closer to him. Tasting himself on her tongue only made a low growl start at the base of his tongue. Leaning forward, he pushed her so she would fall on her back, whilst he crawled over her. The kisses fell from her lips, a trail down her neck before they fell to her breasts again.
There, Kreios gave the twin mounds the attention they deserved, thumb and forefinger playing with one, while the other was worshipped with his lips, nibbled and nipped on. Leaning on his left elbow, it was his right hand that stole downwards, seeking until they found the warm heat. There, they slipped within the folds, finding the sensitive nub which he toyed with, dragging his lips to her own again. Whilst the fingers at her center teased, Kreios stared into Zelenia's eyes, the lopsided smile as if a challenge to the priestess.
"Well, do you want it then, kitten?" he murmured, licking the column of her neck, delving first one finger, and then two into her warmth, using his thumb to place pressure on her nub. "How much do you want it? You'll have to prove to me that you want it, now don't you." Straddling her, Kreios placed engorged manhood right where his fingers were, rubbing against the heat. Up, and down, up, and down, yet never once going near her entrance, a tease that he did not bother to mask. "Beg me, kitten."
