Kreios had no need to concern himself as to whether or not he was skilled in his actions; he very much was and she knew he knew it. It seemed so few times men came in to pleasure her though. She’d grown rather used to giving a blessing and moving on to the next with little enjoyment for herself, it was welcome when someone took their time and ensured that she was content as well.

Yes.. Kreios was distracting in his mastery in the art of intercourse and Leni could get lost in the way his hand drew her closer and closer to her climax before easing off just enough to deny her a release. And when he’d slipped between her legs to use his erection to pleasure her instead, she’d almost fallen apart; cheeks flushed, breath staggered and thoughts jumbled. ...But she’d had amazing lovers before. She’d served in the highest temple of the Goddess of Love for four years and if there was one thing she’d learned is you could give your body away. One might call it corruption to do so…. Defilement, perhaps. But in all of her interactions, somehow the priestess had retained her sense of wonder; her naivety and optimism to the fact that if she was content in where she was, sooner or later something better would always come along. ...She couldn’t serve in the temples for the rest of her life. Perhaps someday she’d be able to venture off on her own; find a small shop to sell textiles from or a doting husband who wanted nothing more than her happiness. She could see children in her future. She hoped for children one day, but only if she could ensure they would have a better life than she did.

So she would enjoy her time with Kreios. How he pleasured her by making her beg. By drawing out her release until she was horribly frustrated. ...But defiling? Somehow destroying? ….It would take more than one heated afternoon of lovemaking for that.

With her pleas, his mouth sank over hers again; swallowing her whimpers as her body rocked; the need to explode growing more and more intense. Her nails bit into his shoulder; clung to his hair as her legs curled around him; refusing to let him go far. Not so far that she would allow him to withhold at least one climax from her. It came upon suddenly, but not unexpected and she cried out against his lips; her body shivering beneath him as ripples of pleasure coursed through her. When he broke the kiss, she reveled a while longer as electricity seemed to trap itself inside her body and ricocheted up and down her frame until he spoke; asking her how badly she wanted him. She stared at him; drugged with desire and satiated with her release and gave him a lazy half smile. Her hand moved between them to take hold of his erection as his mouth moved down to nip at her nipple again. She hissed due to the increased sensitivity and stroked his length. “Enough to take it myself..”

Finally, his hips shifted and he lined himself up to push inside her. She pulled her hand away as he filled her to the hilt. She tightened her hold on his hair again and brushed slow languid kisses against his temple as their hips met. He felt amazing.. And she could tell he wasn’t unaffected by her; his throat releasing a predatory growl as he claimed her. Her legs tangled around his so he could be closer and he moved his hips with slow and agonizingly torturous intent. His words against her skin still teased; tempting and toying to draw on her frustrations and with parted lips, she murmured a breathy “uh-huh..”

His mouth rained kisses against her velvety soft skin but he refused to speed up; driving her crazy again as her hips rocked against him; wanting more.. And faster. He demanded she tell him what to do; heated words against her skin and her nails bit into his flesh in response before she pushed his shoulder up and twisted her body so that they rolled and she was on top. Pushing him down onto the cushion, she adjusted her hips over his and pushed off his chest. Her skin was pink and flushed with his kisses and with her release from earlier.. But she wasn’t done. And if he demanded she tell him what to do? ...Well… She’d do one better and show him. “You are...infuriatingly slow and you know it..”

Her lips quirked up at the corner as she moved her hips against his; content in taking control and going as fast as she wanted. She didn’t slouch or hide her frame from him; didn’t shy away from their rather public setting. She’d been trained to ignore such things. He was about four years too late from unsettling her. ...Though mindlessly distracting was never out of the question and Kreios was mindlessly distracting.

Her hair clung to her damp shoulders and cheeks; her body glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration and she lifted her arms to push up her hair; twisting it atop her head as she let her chin fall back so she could focus on how their hips moved together. Already she could feel her body's need for a second release but even she didn’t want it to come so soon. She slowed her hips to deny herself; teasing him in the process before dropping her hands back to his chest so she could look down at him. Her long strawberry blonde locks fell around her face and arms like a tangled curtain again as she looked into his dark expressive eyes. They immediately made her shiver with their intensity… but it wasn’t unpleasant. She rather liked the way he looked at her. It made her feel like a rare cut of meat. Surely Kreios would never be one to take her from the temples. ...But he was a pleasant distraction until that day came. She would gladly think of him after this.

In those final moments of intercourse, one's selfishness always became apparent. Not to say Kreios was selfish, but for everyone alive, when they were on the precipice of release, they no longer cared about who they were with or how far along they are… not really. Sure they may work overtly hard to keep the same pace so that you lost yourselves together, but that was about as unselfish as someone could be. Because the desire for release in that last instant was just too great. It wasn’t something to find fault in.. with the right lover, they both had their moments of selfishness. In Leni’s case, she would have two where she just didn’t care about him.

But that brief moment of selfishness was possibly the only time between two people when being selfish was encouraged and enjoyed between two parties. Kreios may have feigned irritation with her first climax, but the self-satisfied smirk said enough. He was quite pleased with his work. Even as he murmured in her ear she felt bold enough to mutter back. “I didn’t ask..”

Once she’d turned him over they move in tandem. How she moved against him was like a dance; her hips rolled and her back arched as he gripped her thighs. He pushed his hips up against hers; burying deeper inside and she gasped as he filled her. His hand moved between her legs to pleasure her and she bit into her lower lip; reaching behind to do the same for him. When she bent down he drew her into a kiss; his moans stifled by her mouth and she whimpered in response as he quickened his pace. He thrust harder into her as he searched for his release while driving her closer to her second. Her nails bit into the flesh of his arm and she broke their kiss so she could press her lips to his shoulder.

Finally, she cried out again as his nails tightened on her hips. She bit into his shoulder to stifle her cries of pleasure as the second time was always far more intense. She felt him shudder beneath her. Finding his own conclusion, they both gripped at each other tightly; their bodies tense as waves rolled over them. When it finally became too much, Leni, gave a soft cry of bliss before relaxing atop him; burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she breathed heavily against his flesh. Their bodies stuck to each other; skin damp from their exertions and her hair tangled around them both. But she didn’t care. Her head felt thick with spent desire and she hadn’t the ability to think at the moment. ...When she did speak, her voice was breathy and sensual. “I feel… thoroughly blessed….” She grinned playfully against his skin as she curled her arms in; basking in their afterglow. She closed her eyes and turned to rest her cheek against his chest; allowing herself a few moments to enjoy herself like the cat in the cream as he remained inside her. After a bit, she shifted so she could look down at him; tendrils of strawberry blonde hair clinging to her forehead. They also clung to him.. His neck and jaw. Her cheeks flushed prettily and she brushed the tendrils off of his face as she stared down at him; wondering what his story was. Those thick dark lashes and brooding features.. ….Rule number one was not to ask questions, though. ...Still, it was still hard for Leni.. to refrain from finding a connection with a man she found particularly enjoyable to bless. Her early years she looked for a connection in everyone. But over the years she’d gotten better with it; ignoring that craving to tie up that emotional hold with a pretty bow instead of letting it walk away without being concluded. She doubted Kreios would be one to offer any connection. ...So it was just better not to ask.

She wasn’t expecting things to end so quickly. After all, he’d spent a small fortune for her time, he was entitled to far more than he’d taken. So she was in no rush to slide off him as they caught their breath from their activities. She shifted her hips as he pulled back to release him with a wince and then gasped as he moved his hand between her legs; toying with hypersensitive flesh as he grinned. She gave a weak whimper and lifted away from him just as he pushed her off; providing little resistance to block him as he stood.

She rolled to her hip; propping her head on her upturned hand as he nudged her chin. She wrinkled her nose at the gesture; like she was some sort of child to appease. But she watched him gather his clothes; her body a sinuous line of curves and ivory skin; flushed from his attention. The curve of her hips feminine and her tummy, flat beneath her arm that was folded in front of her.

She also didn’t expect more tithes, but he’d tossed a green gem at her and she furrowed her brow; plucking it up to look it over. The brilliant shade emphasized the soft reddish tones of her hair and after she inspected it, she frowned and looked up at him as she pushed up to lean against one hand. “You’ve given so much and taken so little, Sir.. Is that all you require of me? Shall I say prayers on your behalf to the Goddess? Call upon another priestess for blessings as well? ...As I am a temple priestess, anything given should, of course, be taken to the Priests for recompense…” She held out the emerald for him to take.. It was a lovely jewel, but she didn’t take payments or tips for her blessings. ...She wasn’t a common whore, after all…

There was a thin line between her role in the temple and societies perception of women in her position. There were many lower house brothels where whores took money for services. There were streetwalkers with faces painted with garish makeup who could be taken to an alley for the right price. There were even mistresses; who took far more than a coin or jewel, but time and years of investment. But the line between them and serving in the temple was still there, all be it slim. To serve as a priestess was considered an honor.. At least to those who respected the Goddess herself. ...And truth be told, it was her only consolation. It was the only thing she held fast to… that separation between selling her body for profit and serving the Goddess of Love. Because, as she couldn’t leave, at least she could find some nobility in what she did. In who she was. ...And she held fast to that to get through her blessings. To honor Aphrodite.

“Please, sir. I cannot accept this for myself. It is the Goddess who blesses you through me. It should be given to her.”