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Whatever reservations she may have had in approaching him were quickly squashed when she kissed him. His mouth slanted against hers and, as if resigning himself, his arm slipped around her waist; pulling her flush against him. She gave a soft grunt as his arm tightened around her and her fingers circled his neck again; removing the barrier of her arm between them. He was strong; solid and tall in comparison and she liked the feeling of being bent against him; her head upturned to partake of his attentions and his body wrapped about her. Their kisses soon became more hungry; needy with desire. She matched his pace; unaware of how long it’d been for him to lie with a woman. But they had plenty of time that night. She doubted Elias would miss her at his own event… he’d likely find a few lower noble women to scratch his itch should he need it.
Kleio sucked in a breath as he pulled away; tugging at his chiton to pull it over his head. She helped him with the hem before finding his mouth again when he tugged her back with fingers laced in her hair. Deft fingers tugged at his subligaculum to remove the last vestiges of clothing between them and desire took over as the effects of the opium seemed to heighten every brush of his fingertips. The sound in the room was relegated to their hasty kisses and she didn’t want to stop even just to get into the pool.
The skin beneath his clothing was softer; less exposed to the elements, it still stretched tight over the muscles beneath, but it was more like warm silk. Her free hand trailed down his bare chest and the hard lines of his ribs and torso. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips over his jaw and down his neck. Her teeth nipped at his pulse and she nudged his earlobe with her nose. “C’mon..”
She pulled away and trailed her fingers down his arm behind her back; lacing them with his before she stepped away and turned to go to the stairs that lead down into the bath. She wasn’t self-conscious at all in their nudity; in fact, she rather liked the feeling of his eyes on her. She waited for him to step down first and then slid her feet out of the wooden sandals before following; tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. The water was warm, but not uncomfortably hot and with the breeze that filtered in from the open wall, it was a pleasant contrast between the two. It wasn’t terribly deep; on her, it went to her mid torso just at her ribs and there was a mosaic tile bench that lined the perimeter. Fingertips pushed him back by the chest as she smiled up at him playfully; moving him back until they reached the bench and he was able to sit down. She bent her knee at his side and straddled his waist so she could look down at him. Her hands found his cheeks and she grazed her thumbs on each defined cheekbone before leaning down to kiss him again; returning to where they were before they entered the pool. Tongue darting against his parted lips; seeking silent permission. He tasted like wine and poppies, and his hands were hotter than the water; leaving firebrands on her flesh where they touched. She was dizzy. From the wine. From the drugs. From him. They all blended together making her feel out of control and a little absent from herself. But she liked it. There were no risks when they were in such a controlled environment. She could just let go and be with him; forgetting her obligations..her responsibilities and her loyalties. In this moment she was Demetrius’s. And pleasing him was all that mattered.
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Whatever reservations she may have had in approaching him were quickly squashed when she kissed him. His mouth slanted against hers and, as if resigning himself, his arm slipped around her waist; pulling her flush against him. She gave a soft grunt as his arm tightened around her and her fingers circled his neck again; removing the barrier of her arm between them. He was strong; solid and tall in comparison and she liked the feeling of being bent against him; her head upturned to partake of his attentions and his body wrapped about her. Their kisses soon became more hungry; needy with desire. She matched his pace; unaware of how long it’d been for him to lie with a woman. But they had plenty of time that night. She doubted Elias would miss her at his own event… he’d likely find a few lower noble women to scratch his itch should he need it.
Kleio sucked in a breath as he pulled away; tugging at his chiton to pull it over his head. She helped him with the hem before finding his mouth again when he tugged her back with fingers laced in her hair. Deft fingers tugged at his subligaculum to remove the last vestiges of clothing between them and desire took over as the effects of the opium seemed to heighten every brush of his fingertips. The sound in the room was relegated to their hasty kisses and she didn’t want to stop even just to get into the pool.
The skin beneath his clothing was softer; less exposed to the elements, it still stretched tight over the muscles beneath, but it was more like warm silk. Her free hand trailed down his bare chest and the hard lines of his ribs and torso. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips over his jaw and down his neck. Her teeth nipped at his pulse and she nudged his earlobe with her nose. “C’mon..”
She pulled away and trailed her fingers down his arm behind her back; lacing them with his before she stepped away and turned to go to the stairs that lead down into the bath. She wasn’t self-conscious at all in their nudity; in fact, she rather liked the feeling of his eyes on her. She waited for him to step down first and then slid her feet out of the wooden sandals before following; tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. The water was warm, but not uncomfortably hot and with the breeze that filtered in from the open wall, it was a pleasant contrast between the two. It wasn’t terribly deep; on her, it went to her mid torso just at her ribs and there was a mosaic tile bench that lined the perimeter. Fingertips pushed him back by the chest as she smiled up at him playfully; moving him back until they reached the bench and he was able to sit down. She bent her knee at his side and straddled his waist so she could look down at him. Her hands found his cheeks and she grazed her thumbs on each defined cheekbone before leaning down to kiss him again; returning to where they were before they entered the pool. Tongue darting against his parted lips; seeking silent permission. He tasted like wine and poppies, and his hands were hotter than the water; leaving firebrands on her flesh where they touched. She was dizzy. From the wine. From the drugs. From him. They all blended together making her feel out of control and a little absent from herself. But she liked it. There were no risks when they were in such a controlled environment. She could just let go and be with him; forgetting her obligations..her responsibilities and her loyalties. In this moment she was Demetrius’s. And pleasing him was all that mattered.
Whatever reservations she may have had in approaching him were quickly squashed when she kissed him. His mouth slanted against hers and, as if resigning himself, his arm slipped around her waist; pulling her flush against him. She gave a soft grunt as his arm tightened around her and her fingers circled his neck again; removing the barrier of her arm between them. He was strong; solid and tall in comparison and she liked the feeling of being bent against him; her head upturned to partake of his attentions and his body wrapped about her. Their kisses soon became more hungry; needy with desire. She matched his pace; unaware of how long it’d been for him to lie with a woman. But they had plenty of time that night. She doubted Elias would miss her at his own event… he’d likely find a few lower noble women to scratch his itch should he need it.
Kleio sucked in a breath as he pulled away; tugging at his chiton to pull it over his head. She helped him with the hem before finding his mouth again when he tugged her back with fingers laced in her hair. Deft fingers tugged at his subligaculum to remove the last vestiges of clothing between them and desire took over as the effects of the opium seemed to heighten every brush of his fingertips. The sound in the room was relegated to their hasty kisses and she didn’t want to stop even just to get into the pool.
The skin beneath his clothing was softer; less exposed to the elements, it still stretched tight over the muscles beneath, but it was more like warm silk. Her free hand trailed down his bare chest and the hard lines of his ribs and torso. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips over his jaw and down his neck. Her teeth nipped at his pulse and she nudged his earlobe with her nose. “C’mon..”
She pulled away and trailed her fingers down his arm behind her back; lacing them with his before she stepped away and turned to go to the stairs that lead down into the bath. She wasn’t self-conscious at all in their nudity; in fact, she rather liked the feeling of his eyes on her. She waited for him to step down first and then slid her feet out of the wooden sandals before following; tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. The water was warm, but not uncomfortably hot and with the breeze that filtered in from the open wall, it was a pleasant contrast between the two. It wasn’t terribly deep; on her, it went to her mid torso just at her ribs and there was a mosaic tile bench that lined the perimeter. Fingertips pushed him back by the chest as she smiled up at him playfully; moving him back until they reached the bench and he was able to sit down. She bent her knee at his side and straddled his waist so she could look down at him. Her hands found his cheeks and she grazed her thumbs on each defined cheekbone before leaning down to kiss him again; returning to where they were before they entered the pool. Tongue darting against his parted lips; seeking silent permission. He tasted like wine and poppies, and his hands were hotter than the water; leaving firebrands on her flesh where they touched. She was dizzy. From the wine. From the drugs. From him. They all blended together making her feel out of control and a little absent from herself. But she liked it. There were no risks when they were in such a controlled environment. She could just let go and be with him; forgetting her obligations..her responsibilities and her loyalties. In this moment she was Demetrius’s. And pleasing him was all that mattered.
Gripping her slight body against his Demetrius allowed instinct and wine to take over, the tinge of opium giving their motions that delicious sort of draw he'd been missing. Her lips were so soft and pliable, her curves against him tantalizing in the faint light from the moon and torches around them. They parted briefly as she tugged at his chiton and he helped her remove it, tossing it aside without any of the reservations he might have had earlier. She was far too entrancing for him to consider any of the more rational thoughts that had been pestering him.
His hands ran slowly along the dips and rises of her body, the lack of material between them now allowing for proper exploration and the small hairs on his arms rose as her own fingertips brushed against his skin. He hadn't felt like this in a long while, far too long now that he considered it. Eyes fluttering slightly as her lips left his and ran along his neck, Dima tipped his head back to allow her access to the most vulnurable parts of him. The bite of her teeth drew a groan from him and his eyes were hazy with desire when he met her gaze once more.
Silently following, he waded into the pool never taking his focus from her. It felt as if he was under some sort of spell, but it wasn't one he was keen to break with the waves lapping warmly along his skin and her hands sparking lust along him wherever she touched. It was a miracle he didn't stumble until she gave him a shove and he sat, breathing out a laugh as she slid into his lap. With their bodies pressed so close now he could feel each inhale and exhale that passed between them, each aching moment of building tension as she touched him.
A hand lifted to tangle into her hair with little care for the mess his hands might make as his other arm wrapped around her to pull her body flush with his. She tasted sweet and warm as their tongues and lips met, a mix of fruit and floral combined with the scent of the oils that perfumed her skin and gave a heady flavor to the air around them as their bodies heated one another. In a move that for him was bold in this moment where he had given her all of the control, Dima tore his lips from hers and instead traced a path down her chest, following the trail of the gold that decorated her skin.
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Gripping her slight body against his Demetrius allowed instinct and wine to take over, the tinge of opium giving their motions that delicious sort of draw he'd been missing. Her lips were so soft and pliable, her curves against him tantalizing in the faint light from the moon and torches around them. They parted briefly as she tugged at his chiton and he helped her remove it, tossing it aside without any of the reservations he might have had earlier. She was far too entrancing for him to consider any of the more rational thoughts that had been pestering him.
His hands ran slowly along the dips and rises of her body, the lack of material between them now allowing for proper exploration and the small hairs on his arms rose as her own fingertips brushed against his skin. He hadn't felt like this in a long while, far too long now that he considered it. Eyes fluttering slightly as her lips left his and ran along his neck, Dima tipped his head back to allow her access to the most vulnurable parts of him. The bite of her teeth drew a groan from him and his eyes were hazy with desire when he met her gaze once more.
Silently following, he waded into the pool never taking his focus from her. It felt as if he was under some sort of spell, but it wasn't one he was keen to break with the waves lapping warmly along his skin and her hands sparking lust along him wherever she touched. It was a miracle he didn't stumble until she gave him a shove and he sat, breathing out a laugh as she slid into his lap. With their bodies pressed so close now he could feel each inhale and exhale that passed between them, each aching moment of building tension as she touched him.
A hand lifted to tangle into her hair with little care for the mess his hands might make as his other arm wrapped around her to pull her body flush with his. She tasted sweet and warm as their tongues and lips met, a mix of fruit and floral combined with the scent of the oils that perfumed her skin and gave a heady flavor to the air around them as their bodies heated one another. In a move that for him was bold in this moment where he had given her all of the control, Dima tore his lips from hers and instead traced a path down her chest, following the trail of the gold that decorated her skin.
Gripping her slight body against his Demetrius allowed instinct and wine to take over, the tinge of opium giving their motions that delicious sort of draw he'd been missing. Her lips were so soft and pliable, her curves against him tantalizing in the faint light from the moon and torches around them. They parted briefly as she tugged at his chiton and he helped her remove it, tossing it aside without any of the reservations he might have had earlier. She was far too entrancing for him to consider any of the more rational thoughts that had been pestering him.
His hands ran slowly along the dips and rises of her body, the lack of material between them now allowing for proper exploration and the small hairs on his arms rose as her own fingertips brushed against his skin. He hadn't felt like this in a long while, far too long now that he considered it. Eyes fluttering slightly as her lips left his and ran along his neck, Dima tipped his head back to allow her access to the most vulnurable parts of him. The bite of her teeth drew a groan from him and his eyes were hazy with desire when he met her gaze once more.
Silently following, he waded into the pool never taking his focus from her. It felt as if he was under some sort of spell, but it wasn't one he was keen to break with the waves lapping warmly along his skin and her hands sparking lust along him wherever she touched. It was a miracle he didn't stumble until she gave him a shove and he sat, breathing out a laugh as she slid into his lap. With their bodies pressed so close now he could feel each inhale and exhale that passed between them, each aching moment of building tension as she touched him.
A hand lifted to tangle into her hair with little care for the mess his hands might make as his other arm wrapped around her to pull her body flush with his. She tasted sweet and warm as their tongues and lips met, a mix of fruit and floral combined with the scent of the oils that perfumed her skin and gave a heady flavor to the air around them as their bodies heated one another. In a move that for him was bold in this moment where he had given her all of the control, Dima tore his lips from hers and instead traced a path down her chest, following the trail of the gold that decorated her skin.
The gold dusting that coated her body now floated atop the pool; having been washed from the skin exposed to the water. It circled them in a shimmering blanket like stars that had fallen into the water around them. That grumble of laughter as she nudged him down was like music; letting her know he truly enjoyed what they were doing and so she was emboldened in her touches; her caresses of him. The first time with a new partner could be so hard to navigate and she could tell for both of their sakes they were both being timid. But Kleio was not a timid lover by nature. She would enjoy Demetrius, yet she would also push him for more; to fulfill his own desires without concern that he may hurt or offend her. She enjoyed his boldness and his assertion. While she had called every move since they’d met earlier in the day, she didn’t mind being bent to him in these moments.
His hands found her hair; tangling in its length as he kissed her; keeping her tightly pressed against his body. He was warm and hard. She indulged in his strength; in the rigidity of his muscles as they circled her and held her in place and she purred against his lips; clearly pleased with how he handled her. Nails bit into his shoulders as his fingers tightened and she bent her head back as his mouth fell away from her to trace down the remaining gold path that spun its course against her neck and chest. She pressed her hips against his torso brazenly as his mouth moved lower towards the taut peaks of her breasts and her hand curled up into his own hair; guiding him to the right place.
The cool breeze that wafted through the open doors caused goosebumps to skitter across her flesh; heightening the sensitivity brought on by the drugs coursing through her. His hands and mouth burned her skin and the air made her shiver. Her body hovered tantalizingly close to his sex, but the tension in resisting.. In indulging together in foreplay was too great to lower herself. As his mouth moved lower, she dragged her nails down his arm; arching her back as he held her tight so she could reach behind her slender frame and take hold of his erection; tugging her lower lip between her teeth as she stroked his length. Her thumb teased the tip; pleasuring him beneath the water. He was entrancing. A worthy lover in his gentle way and she looked forward to many more nights tangled up with him. As while her motives were political in nature for capturing the interest of the gladiator, she found the act far more enjoyable than a simple business transaction.
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The gold dusting that coated her body now floated atop the pool; having been washed from the skin exposed to the water. It circled them in a shimmering blanket like stars that had fallen into the water around them. That grumble of laughter as she nudged him down was like music; letting her know he truly enjoyed what they were doing and so she was emboldened in her touches; her caresses of him. The first time with a new partner could be so hard to navigate and she could tell for both of their sakes they were both being timid. But Kleio was not a timid lover by nature. She would enjoy Demetrius, yet she would also push him for more; to fulfill his own desires without concern that he may hurt or offend her. She enjoyed his boldness and his assertion. While she had called every move since they’d met earlier in the day, she didn’t mind being bent to him in these moments.
His hands found her hair; tangling in its length as he kissed her; keeping her tightly pressed against his body. He was warm and hard. She indulged in his strength; in the rigidity of his muscles as they circled her and held her in place and she purred against his lips; clearly pleased with how he handled her. Nails bit into his shoulders as his fingers tightened and she bent her head back as his mouth fell away from her to trace down the remaining gold path that spun its course against her neck and chest. She pressed her hips against his torso brazenly as his mouth moved lower towards the taut peaks of her breasts and her hand curled up into his own hair; guiding him to the right place.
The cool breeze that wafted through the open doors caused goosebumps to skitter across her flesh; heightening the sensitivity brought on by the drugs coursing through her. His hands and mouth burned her skin and the air made her shiver. Her body hovered tantalizingly close to his sex, but the tension in resisting.. In indulging together in foreplay was too great to lower herself. As his mouth moved lower, she dragged her nails down his arm; arching her back as he held her tight so she could reach behind her slender frame and take hold of his erection; tugging her lower lip between her teeth as she stroked his length. Her thumb teased the tip; pleasuring him beneath the water. He was entrancing. A worthy lover in his gentle way and she looked forward to many more nights tangled up with him. As while her motives were political in nature for capturing the interest of the gladiator, she found the act far more enjoyable than a simple business transaction.
The gold dusting that coated her body now floated atop the pool; having been washed from the skin exposed to the water. It circled them in a shimmering blanket like stars that had fallen into the water around them. That grumble of laughter as she nudged him down was like music; letting her know he truly enjoyed what they were doing and so she was emboldened in her touches; her caresses of him. The first time with a new partner could be so hard to navigate and she could tell for both of their sakes they were both being timid. But Kleio was not a timid lover by nature. She would enjoy Demetrius, yet she would also push him for more; to fulfill his own desires without concern that he may hurt or offend her. She enjoyed his boldness and his assertion. While she had called every move since they’d met earlier in the day, she didn’t mind being bent to him in these moments.
His hands found her hair; tangling in its length as he kissed her; keeping her tightly pressed against his body. He was warm and hard. She indulged in his strength; in the rigidity of his muscles as they circled her and held her in place and she purred against his lips; clearly pleased with how he handled her. Nails bit into his shoulders as his fingers tightened and she bent her head back as his mouth fell away from her to trace down the remaining gold path that spun its course against her neck and chest. She pressed her hips against his torso brazenly as his mouth moved lower towards the taut peaks of her breasts and her hand curled up into his own hair; guiding him to the right place.
The cool breeze that wafted through the open doors caused goosebumps to skitter across her flesh; heightening the sensitivity brought on by the drugs coursing through her. His hands and mouth burned her skin and the air made her shiver. Her body hovered tantalizingly close to his sex, but the tension in resisting.. In indulging together in foreplay was too great to lower herself. As his mouth moved lower, she dragged her nails down his arm; arching her back as he held her tight so she could reach behind her slender frame and take hold of his erection; tugging her lower lip between her teeth as she stroked his length. Her thumb teased the tip; pleasuring him beneath the water. He was entrancing. A worthy lover in his gentle way and she looked forward to many more nights tangled up with him. As while her motives were political in nature for capturing the interest of the gladiator, she found the act far more enjoyable than a simple business transaction.
Demetrius hummed softly as her hand slid through his hair, allowing her to guide him as his hands slid down and arms wrapped around her waist, holding her securely. Her nails dug in against his skin as his mouth found her breast, tracing the path of the remaining gold flakes before taking a pert nipple gently between his teeth, tracing his tongue against her as she pressed to him. It had been a whirlwind sort of day, and this was certainly not the direction he’d expected it to go. Sitting there beneath her with the heat of the water and the cool of the air it was as if a spell was woven around the two of them, allowing this uninterrupted moment of pleasure.
He had never felt quite like this before, and he attributed that to the effects of the drugged wine. The fact that he was deep within the palace after having lived as a slave for so long, and grown up as a farm boy before even that, it was all strange and never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would ever be here. Releasing hold of her breast with a groan as she took hold of him, Dima pressed his forehead to her chest, lips parted as he breathed took a moment to indulge in the sensations coursing through him. He’d never dabbled in opium before, but if it enhanced things in this manner every time perhaps he would have to consider it.
Drawing her tightly against him, the gladiator looked up and sought to catch her lips once more as one hand slid down along her hips and thigh. He had no idea why he was here, but at the very least it was obvious there was enjoyment to be gained from it. The hand he’d rested on her thigh brushed slowly up, seeking to draw sounds of pleasure from her and trying not to rush the moment as much as he longed to press his hips up against hers and finally join them.
"Will you have me..?"
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Demetrius hummed softly as her hand slid through his hair, allowing her to guide him as his hands slid down and arms wrapped around her waist, holding her securely. Her nails dug in against his skin as his mouth found her breast, tracing the path of the remaining gold flakes before taking a pert nipple gently between his teeth, tracing his tongue against her as she pressed to him. It had been a whirlwind sort of day, and this was certainly not the direction he’d expected it to go. Sitting there beneath her with the heat of the water and the cool of the air it was as if a spell was woven around the two of them, allowing this uninterrupted moment of pleasure.
He had never felt quite like this before, and he attributed that to the effects of the drugged wine. The fact that he was deep within the palace after having lived as a slave for so long, and grown up as a farm boy before even that, it was all strange and never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would ever be here. Releasing hold of her breast with a groan as she took hold of him, Dima pressed his forehead to her chest, lips parted as he breathed took a moment to indulge in the sensations coursing through him. He’d never dabbled in opium before, but if it enhanced things in this manner every time perhaps he would have to consider it.
Drawing her tightly against him, the gladiator looked up and sought to catch her lips once more as one hand slid down along her hips and thigh. He had no idea why he was here, but at the very least it was obvious there was enjoyment to be gained from it. The hand he’d rested on her thigh brushed slowly up, seeking to draw sounds of pleasure from her and trying not to rush the moment as much as he longed to press his hips up against hers and finally join them.
"Will you have me..?"
Demetrius hummed softly as her hand slid through his hair, allowing her to guide him as his hands slid down and arms wrapped around her waist, holding her securely. Her nails dug in against his skin as his mouth found her breast, tracing the path of the remaining gold flakes before taking a pert nipple gently between his teeth, tracing his tongue against her as she pressed to him. It had been a whirlwind sort of day, and this was certainly not the direction he’d expected it to go. Sitting there beneath her with the heat of the water and the cool of the air it was as if a spell was woven around the two of them, allowing this uninterrupted moment of pleasure.
He had never felt quite like this before, and he attributed that to the effects of the drugged wine. The fact that he was deep within the palace after having lived as a slave for so long, and grown up as a farm boy before even that, it was all strange and never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would ever be here. Releasing hold of her breast with a groan as she took hold of him, Dima pressed his forehead to her chest, lips parted as he breathed took a moment to indulge in the sensations coursing through him. He’d never dabbled in opium before, but if it enhanced things in this manner every time perhaps he would have to consider it.
Drawing her tightly against him, the gladiator looked up and sought to catch her lips once more as one hand slid down along her hips and thigh. He had no idea why he was here, but at the very least it was obvious there was enjoyment to be gained from it. The hand he’d rested on her thigh brushed slowly up, seeking to draw sounds of pleasure from her and trying not to rush the moment as much as he longed to press his hips up against hers and finally join them.
"Will you have me..?"
She sucked in a breath as his teeth tugged against her flesh; his tongue flicking over her skin in a bid to draw her erect. When her hand found him he seemed to lose himself; forgetting about the desire to pleasure her as he indulged in her touch. Fingertips tightened into his hair and she buried her nose against his crown; brushing kisses against his forehead as his heated breath came out ragged against her skin.
His arm tightened against her; firm but gentle so she was pressed at length against him. Finally, he looked up; seeking her lips and she obliged; meeting his kisses with playful ones of her own; her tongue flicking against his lower lip. His other hand moved over her hips; gripping her thighs and attempted to pleasure her. She sucked in a deep breath against his mouth as he did just that. Bolts of electricity ricocheted through her body and she couldn’t help but let out a purr of pleasure that echoed off the tile walls.
His sweet words against her mouth were nothing she’d expected from the man who killed other men for a living. They were soft and considerate but laced in heated desire. She paused in her administrations and pulled away just enough so she could see him. Her eyes were dark; hooded with desire and want and her lips were plump; freshly kissed and pink from his attention. She released his hair and let her hand trail down the side of his face as her other hand let him go to press against his chest. He was such a gentle soul and she wondered how he’d ever come to be the man he was now… a gladiator. A sellsword and killer when he was so gentle. How had he survived for so long?
She leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss against his lips before nodding slowly. “...Yes, of course…” With nothing left between him, she caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand and rolled her hips against him; sinking close enough that they could join more easily. When he’d pushed inside her she gave a soft whimper against his lips. Her nails bit into his chest; senses heightened as the drug coursed through her blood and she reveled in the touch of his body and the way he felt. How his hips rocked with hers as he pressed into her. Fingers tangled in his hair again as she murmured a rather unladylike curse against his lips; unable to control herself. She stifled her words against his mouth again as her kisses found a rhythm to match each thrust of his hips. She knew their time together was risky. Impulsive. And judging from how gentle her lover was, he wasn’t prone to partake in such interactions often. But she had no regrets. Tonight was about testing the waters and thus far she’d only wanted to learn more. She’d hoped it would be enough to decide if he was right for what she’d planned. But Demetrius only confused her with his soft nature. After he’d battled so fiercely today in the arena, his temperament was a reminder to consider him closely before she recommended him to Elias.
Their lovemaking ensued long into the hours of the night even after the events of the feast had grown quiet. When they’d satiated their need of each other and grown weary, they dried off and redressed with shy familiarity. The opium was wearing off leaving her mind fuzzy. It made her feel tired and heavy. She twisted her wet hair so it lay on one shoulder and bent down to pluck up Demetrius’s chlamys; handing it back to him so she could be close again. “I’ve spent all evening with you, Demetrius of Cimmeria and you are even more of an enigma than when we first met..”
Brushing her hand over his cheek, she watched her knuckle trail over his skin before looking into his eyes. “I should like to see you again. ...If it pleases you..” The corner of her lip quirked up as she let her hand fall to his chest; pressing her palm over his heart. “Perhaps next time I can come to you.” Perhaps in his element, she would get a better read on him. How he interacted with the people he was most comfortable with and ultimately, if he was able to assist Elias in his bid for the throne.
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She sucked in a breath as his teeth tugged against her flesh; his tongue flicking over her skin in a bid to draw her erect. When her hand found him he seemed to lose himself; forgetting about the desire to pleasure her as he indulged in her touch. Fingertips tightened into his hair and she buried her nose against his crown; brushing kisses against his forehead as his heated breath came out ragged against her skin.
His arm tightened against her; firm but gentle so she was pressed at length against him. Finally, he looked up; seeking her lips and she obliged; meeting his kisses with playful ones of her own; her tongue flicking against his lower lip. His other hand moved over her hips; gripping her thighs and attempted to pleasure her. She sucked in a deep breath against his mouth as he did just that. Bolts of electricity ricocheted through her body and she couldn’t help but let out a purr of pleasure that echoed off the tile walls.
His sweet words against her mouth were nothing she’d expected from the man who killed other men for a living. They were soft and considerate but laced in heated desire. She paused in her administrations and pulled away just enough so she could see him. Her eyes were dark; hooded with desire and want and her lips were plump; freshly kissed and pink from his attention. She released his hair and let her hand trail down the side of his face as her other hand let him go to press against his chest. He was such a gentle soul and she wondered how he’d ever come to be the man he was now… a gladiator. A sellsword and killer when he was so gentle. How had he survived for so long?
She leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss against his lips before nodding slowly. “...Yes, of course…” With nothing left between him, she caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand and rolled her hips against him; sinking close enough that they could join more easily. When he’d pushed inside her she gave a soft whimper against his lips. Her nails bit into his chest; senses heightened as the drug coursed through her blood and she reveled in the touch of his body and the way he felt. How his hips rocked with hers as he pressed into her. Fingers tangled in his hair again as she murmured a rather unladylike curse against his lips; unable to control herself. She stifled her words against his mouth again as her kisses found a rhythm to match each thrust of his hips. She knew their time together was risky. Impulsive. And judging from how gentle her lover was, he wasn’t prone to partake in such interactions often. But she had no regrets. Tonight was about testing the waters and thus far she’d only wanted to learn more. She’d hoped it would be enough to decide if he was right for what she’d planned. But Demetrius only confused her with his soft nature. After he’d battled so fiercely today in the arena, his temperament was a reminder to consider him closely before she recommended him to Elias.
Their lovemaking ensued long into the hours of the night even after the events of the feast had grown quiet. When they’d satiated their need of each other and grown weary, they dried off and redressed with shy familiarity. The opium was wearing off leaving her mind fuzzy. It made her feel tired and heavy. She twisted her wet hair so it lay on one shoulder and bent down to pluck up Demetrius’s chlamys; handing it back to him so she could be close again. “I’ve spent all evening with you, Demetrius of Cimmeria and you are even more of an enigma than when we first met..”
Brushing her hand over his cheek, she watched her knuckle trail over his skin before looking into his eyes. “I should like to see you again. ...If it pleases you..” The corner of her lip quirked up as she let her hand fall to his chest; pressing her palm over his heart. “Perhaps next time I can come to you.” Perhaps in his element, she would get a better read on him. How he interacted with the people he was most comfortable with and ultimately, if he was able to assist Elias in his bid for the throne.
She sucked in a breath as his teeth tugged against her flesh; his tongue flicking over her skin in a bid to draw her erect. When her hand found him he seemed to lose himself; forgetting about the desire to pleasure her as he indulged in her touch. Fingertips tightened into his hair and she buried her nose against his crown; brushing kisses against his forehead as his heated breath came out ragged against her skin.
His arm tightened against her; firm but gentle so she was pressed at length against him. Finally, he looked up; seeking her lips and she obliged; meeting his kisses with playful ones of her own; her tongue flicking against his lower lip. His other hand moved over her hips; gripping her thighs and attempted to pleasure her. She sucked in a deep breath against his mouth as he did just that. Bolts of electricity ricocheted through her body and she couldn’t help but let out a purr of pleasure that echoed off the tile walls.
His sweet words against her mouth were nothing she’d expected from the man who killed other men for a living. They were soft and considerate but laced in heated desire. She paused in her administrations and pulled away just enough so she could see him. Her eyes were dark; hooded with desire and want and her lips were plump; freshly kissed and pink from his attention. She released his hair and let her hand trail down the side of his face as her other hand let him go to press against his chest. He was such a gentle soul and she wondered how he’d ever come to be the man he was now… a gladiator. A sellsword and killer when he was so gentle. How had he survived for so long?
She leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss against his lips before nodding slowly. “...Yes, of course…” With nothing left between him, she caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand and rolled her hips against him; sinking close enough that they could join more easily. When he’d pushed inside her she gave a soft whimper against his lips. Her nails bit into his chest; senses heightened as the drug coursed through her blood and she reveled in the touch of his body and the way he felt. How his hips rocked with hers as he pressed into her. Fingers tangled in his hair again as she murmured a rather unladylike curse against his lips; unable to control herself. She stifled her words against his mouth again as her kisses found a rhythm to match each thrust of his hips. She knew their time together was risky. Impulsive. And judging from how gentle her lover was, he wasn’t prone to partake in such interactions often. But she had no regrets. Tonight was about testing the waters and thus far she’d only wanted to learn more. She’d hoped it would be enough to decide if he was right for what she’d planned. But Demetrius only confused her with his soft nature. After he’d battled so fiercely today in the arena, his temperament was a reminder to consider him closely before she recommended him to Elias.
Their lovemaking ensued long into the hours of the night even after the events of the feast had grown quiet. When they’d satiated their need of each other and grown weary, they dried off and redressed with shy familiarity. The opium was wearing off leaving her mind fuzzy. It made her feel tired and heavy. She twisted her wet hair so it lay on one shoulder and bent down to pluck up Demetrius’s chlamys; handing it back to him so she could be close again. “I’ve spent all evening with you, Demetrius of Cimmeria and you are even more of an enigma than when we first met..”
Brushing her hand over his cheek, she watched her knuckle trail over his skin before looking into his eyes. “I should like to see you again. ...If it pleases you..” The corner of her lip quirked up as she let her hand fall to his chest; pressing her palm over his heart. “Perhaps next time I can come to you.” Perhaps in his element, she would get a better read on him. How he interacted with the people he was most comfortable with and ultimately, if he was able to assist Elias in his bid for the throne.
When he looked back on this night his memories would be foggy at best, and most of his decisions once Kleio had taken his hand were fueled by an unusual lust combined with the opium wine. It wasn’t an excuse so much as it was a reason to help himself understand what had happened and how he came to find himself soaking in one of the baths of the royal palace, fully satisfied and still floating in the warmth of pleasure and drug. It was so rare that he allowed himself an unhinged moment, a chance to partake in the baser desires and feelings that others managed so easily. His goals, his guilt for just this moment had faded and allowed him to simply be and experience what he so often denied himself.
Dima turned to watch Kleio as she lifted herself from the pool, slowly following suit and taking the piece of cloth she offered him. It took him longer than he liked to admit to realize it was his own chlamys and he used it to dry himself, not in any rush to put on clothes not that they had seen the entirety of each other. He couldn’t help himself as he reached out to feel the softness of her curls as they lay against her bare skin, closing his eyes as she brushed her own touch along his cheek. Moments like this, with his head clouded and free were rare and he didn’t want to let it pass. He wished he could spend all night in her arms, curled up in a bed that was no doubt incredibly comfortable and warm, touching and relaxing in ways he hadn’t. But that was selfish.
He breathed out a laugh as she called him an enigma, shrugging his shoulders before releasing his hand from her hair and stepping around her to take up his chiton and draw it over his head once more.
“What would you wish to know, Kleio? Few people have ever asked or cared much about me or my mystery.” Returning to her, he smirked as her hand fell on his chest, lifting it to his lips to press a trail of kisses along her palm and down to her wrist, drawing her against him until their chests touched. “If you wish. I can’t offer you anything as fine as this, but you are welcome to visit me if you like.” Taking advantage of their closeness, Dima cupped both of his hands around her cheeks and kissed her deeply, tasting the last dregs of the wine and sweetness of their time together on her lips as he did so.
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When he looked back on this night his memories would be foggy at best, and most of his decisions once Kleio had taken his hand were fueled by an unusual lust combined with the opium wine. It wasn’t an excuse so much as it was a reason to help himself understand what had happened and how he came to find himself soaking in one of the baths of the royal palace, fully satisfied and still floating in the warmth of pleasure and drug. It was so rare that he allowed himself an unhinged moment, a chance to partake in the baser desires and feelings that others managed so easily. His goals, his guilt for just this moment had faded and allowed him to simply be and experience what he so often denied himself.
Dima turned to watch Kleio as she lifted herself from the pool, slowly following suit and taking the piece of cloth she offered him. It took him longer than he liked to admit to realize it was his own chlamys and he used it to dry himself, not in any rush to put on clothes not that they had seen the entirety of each other. He couldn’t help himself as he reached out to feel the softness of her curls as they lay against her bare skin, closing his eyes as she brushed her own touch along his cheek. Moments like this, with his head clouded and free were rare and he didn’t want to let it pass. He wished he could spend all night in her arms, curled up in a bed that was no doubt incredibly comfortable and warm, touching and relaxing in ways he hadn’t. But that was selfish.
He breathed out a laugh as she called him an enigma, shrugging his shoulders before releasing his hand from her hair and stepping around her to take up his chiton and draw it over his head once more.
“What would you wish to know, Kleio? Few people have ever asked or cared much about me or my mystery.” Returning to her, he smirked as her hand fell on his chest, lifting it to his lips to press a trail of kisses along her palm and down to her wrist, drawing her against him until their chests touched. “If you wish. I can’t offer you anything as fine as this, but you are welcome to visit me if you like.” Taking advantage of their closeness, Dima cupped both of his hands around her cheeks and kissed her deeply, tasting the last dregs of the wine and sweetness of their time together on her lips as he did so.
When he looked back on this night his memories would be foggy at best, and most of his decisions once Kleio had taken his hand were fueled by an unusual lust combined with the opium wine. It wasn’t an excuse so much as it was a reason to help himself understand what had happened and how he came to find himself soaking in one of the baths of the royal palace, fully satisfied and still floating in the warmth of pleasure and drug. It was so rare that he allowed himself an unhinged moment, a chance to partake in the baser desires and feelings that others managed so easily. His goals, his guilt for just this moment had faded and allowed him to simply be and experience what he so often denied himself.
Dima turned to watch Kleio as she lifted herself from the pool, slowly following suit and taking the piece of cloth she offered him. It took him longer than he liked to admit to realize it was his own chlamys and he used it to dry himself, not in any rush to put on clothes not that they had seen the entirety of each other. He couldn’t help himself as he reached out to feel the softness of her curls as they lay against her bare skin, closing his eyes as she brushed her own touch along his cheek. Moments like this, with his head clouded and free were rare and he didn’t want to let it pass. He wished he could spend all night in her arms, curled up in a bed that was no doubt incredibly comfortable and warm, touching and relaxing in ways he hadn’t. But that was selfish.
He breathed out a laugh as she called him an enigma, shrugging his shoulders before releasing his hand from her hair and stepping around her to take up his chiton and draw it over his head once more.
“What would you wish to know, Kleio? Few people have ever asked or cared much about me or my mystery.” Returning to her, he smirked as her hand fell on his chest, lifting it to his lips to press a trail of kisses along her palm and down to her wrist, drawing her against him until their chests touched. “If you wish. I can’t offer you anything as fine as this, but you are welcome to visit me if you like.” Taking advantage of their closeness, Dima cupped both of his hands around her cheeks and kissed her deeply, tasting the last dregs of the wine and sweetness of their time together on her lips as he did so.
He was incredibly gentle. For a man who fought and killed hardened warriors for a living, he had a way of touching her as if she might break at the slightest provocation. She was not unaccustomed to a man’s touch and she doubted he thought she was; she never claimed to be and they’d fallen into each other on the first day they’d met; stirred on by the seductive nature of the Feast and the drugs that followed, there was little doubt as to what would happen. She’d expected it to be torrid; anxious and heated. But Dima took his time; he ensured her satisfaction and he’d worshipped her. She fought her own need for completion in order to slow down and be in the moment with him. And she liked that.
Even now as they donned their clothes in the late hours of the night; basking in the afterglow, he took his time. Twisting her hair around his finger as if he blinked she’d somehow disappear.. That all of this would end. ...But it would all end. They weren’t of the luxury to spend the entire night together, unfortunately.
Her fingers traced the cleft in his chin before he chuckled at her observation and stepped away. She smirked herself; her lip quirking into a lopsided grin as she turned to watch him. He tugged his tunic over his frame without ceremony then turned back to her as she reached for him. His words were rather sad, in their own way. That he’d been so ignored. He’d stumbled under the radar of humanity for so long that he’d come to believe that’s where he belonged; making no moves to rise above to greatness… only surviving in the day to day. “You’ve not met the right people then, Dima..” His pet name was charming. It spoke of familiarity as she’d never refer to him as such outside of this kind of setting. “Why are you still so surprised that I should find you interesting?” She watched absently as he plucked up her hand; twisting it in his grasp and turning it to brush slow kisses along her palm and wrist. It was incredibly intimate… moreso than the time they’d spent wrapped into each other in the water. She flushed a bit from the gesture and lowered her chin, but watched him all the same.
When he pulled her back to him she stepped close willingly; draping the arm he’d just praised over his shoulder as she leaned against him. “You are a gladiator. A very good gladiator. With skill and prowess in the ring and a noble heart, at that. Am I to assume you will only ever fight for loyalty and honor?” She ignored his comment about not offering her much… no one in Athenia could offer her the palace...it’s why she’d take it herself. His hands took her cheeks; making her feel precious somehow and admired. And in the quiet of the bath, it was a bit unsettling.
His mouth slanted over hers and she gave a soft sigh and leaned into him; letting her head fall back so they could kiss again; both uninclined to leave and break this spell. Fingertips curled around his neck; her thumb tracing his jaw as his tongue sought hers. She gave a whimper of submission before pulling away; breaking the kiss as her hands trembled. ...How he could think people wouldn’t be interested in him..
She shook her head absently and smiled to herself. “...Then visit you I shall.. I’m not done learning what I’d like to know about you..” ...Nor what she needed to know. Would she be able to entrust him with helping her and Elias? She was no closer to deciding that than she was this morning. “And I can go without the safety of the palace for one day…”
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He was incredibly gentle. For a man who fought and killed hardened warriors for a living, he had a way of touching her as if she might break at the slightest provocation. She was not unaccustomed to a man’s touch and she doubted he thought she was; she never claimed to be and they’d fallen into each other on the first day they’d met; stirred on by the seductive nature of the Feast and the drugs that followed, there was little doubt as to what would happen. She’d expected it to be torrid; anxious and heated. But Dima took his time; he ensured her satisfaction and he’d worshipped her. She fought her own need for completion in order to slow down and be in the moment with him. And she liked that.
Even now as they donned their clothes in the late hours of the night; basking in the afterglow, he took his time. Twisting her hair around his finger as if he blinked she’d somehow disappear.. That all of this would end. ...But it would all end. They weren’t of the luxury to spend the entire night together, unfortunately.
Her fingers traced the cleft in his chin before he chuckled at her observation and stepped away. She smirked herself; her lip quirking into a lopsided grin as she turned to watch him. He tugged his tunic over his frame without ceremony then turned back to her as she reached for him. His words were rather sad, in their own way. That he’d been so ignored. He’d stumbled under the radar of humanity for so long that he’d come to believe that’s where he belonged; making no moves to rise above to greatness… only surviving in the day to day. “You’ve not met the right people then, Dima..” His pet name was charming. It spoke of familiarity as she’d never refer to him as such outside of this kind of setting. “Why are you still so surprised that I should find you interesting?” She watched absently as he plucked up her hand; twisting it in his grasp and turning it to brush slow kisses along her palm and wrist. It was incredibly intimate… moreso than the time they’d spent wrapped into each other in the water. She flushed a bit from the gesture and lowered her chin, but watched him all the same.
When he pulled her back to him she stepped close willingly; draping the arm he’d just praised over his shoulder as she leaned against him. “You are a gladiator. A very good gladiator. With skill and prowess in the ring and a noble heart, at that. Am I to assume you will only ever fight for loyalty and honor?” She ignored his comment about not offering her much… no one in Athenia could offer her the palace...it’s why she’d take it herself. His hands took her cheeks; making her feel precious somehow and admired. And in the quiet of the bath, it was a bit unsettling.
His mouth slanted over hers and she gave a soft sigh and leaned into him; letting her head fall back so they could kiss again; both uninclined to leave and break this spell. Fingertips curled around his neck; her thumb tracing his jaw as his tongue sought hers. She gave a whimper of submission before pulling away; breaking the kiss as her hands trembled. ...How he could think people wouldn’t be interested in him..
She shook her head absently and smiled to herself. “...Then visit you I shall.. I’m not done learning what I’d like to know about you..” ...Nor what she needed to know. Would she be able to entrust him with helping her and Elias? She was no closer to deciding that than she was this morning. “And I can go without the safety of the palace for one day…”
He was incredibly gentle. For a man who fought and killed hardened warriors for a living, he had a way of touching her as if she might break at the slightest provocation. She was not unaccustomed to a man’s touch and she doubted he thought she was; she never claimed to be and they’d fallen into each other on the first day they’d met; stirred on by the seductive nature of the Feast and the drugs that followed, there was little doubt as to what would happen. She’d expected it to be torrid; anxious and heated. But Dima took his time; he ensured her satisfaction and he’d worshipped her. She fought her own need for completion in order to slow down and be in the moment with him. And she liked that.
Even now as they donned their clothes in the late hours of the night; basking in the afterglow, he took his time. Twisting her hair around his finger as if he blinked she’d somehow disappear.. That all of this would end. ...But it would all end. They weren’t of the luxury to spend the entire night together, unfortunately.
Her fingers traced the cleft in his chin before he chuckled at her observation and stepped away. She smirked herself; her lip quirking into a lopsided grin as she turned to watch him. He tugged his tunic over his frame without ceremony then turned back to her as she reached for him. His words were rather sad, in their own way. That he’d been so ignored. He’d stumbled under the radar of humanity for so long that he’d come to believe that’s where he belonged; making no moves to rise above to greatness… only surviving in the day to day. “You’ve not met the right people then, Dima..” His pet name was charming. It spoke of familiarity as she’d never refer to him as such outside of this kind of setting. “Why are you still so surprised that I should find you interesting?” She watched absently as he plucked up her hand; twisting it in his grasp and turning it to brush slow kisses along her palm and wrist. It was incredibly intimate… moreso than the time they’d spent wrapped into each other in the water. She flushed a bit from the gesture and lowered her chin, but watched him all the same.
When he pulled her back to him she stepped close willingly; draping the arm he’d just praised over his shoulder as she leaned against him. “You are a gladiator. A very good gladiator. With skill and prowess in the ring and a noble heart, at that. Am I to assume you will only ever fight for loyalty and honor?” She ignored his comment about not offering her much… no one in Athenia could offer her the palace...it’s why she’d take it herself. His hands took her cheeks; making her feel precious somehow and admired. And in the quiet of the bath, it was a bit unsettling.
His mouth slanted over hers and she gave a soft sigh and leaned into him; letting her head fall back so they could kiss again; both uninclined to leave and break this spell. Fingertips curled around his neck; her thumb tracing his jaw as his tongue sought hers. She gave a whimper of submission before pulling away; breaking the kiss as her hands trembled. ...How he could think people wouldn’t be interested in him..
She shook her head absently and smiled to herself. “...Then visit you I shall.. I’m not done learning what I’d like to know about you..” ...Nor what she needed to know. Would she be able to entrust him with helping her and Elias? She was no closer to deciding that than she was this morning. “And I can go without the safety of the palace for one day…”
“No. The right people were taken from me sixteen years ago.”
Demetrius hadn’t even thought about what he was saying until it had slipped through his lips, but the drink and sex and drugs had loosened his tongue and now he had no need to backtrack that. It was all true, his family and friends, his lover, his everything had been stolen away and he counted the years, months, and days since he had last set eyes on any of them. His brother, his friends, Olena, her sisters. They had all been on the boat with him in the darkness. His mother and father murdered along with many others who had fought back that day. If he closed his eyes he could still smell the burnt wood and flesh, the blood that soaked into the dirt on that day was mirrored in the blood and sweat of the arena. He had survived this long seeking revenge, by convincing himself every opponent was one of the pirates who had ruined his life.
Her praise of his talents brought only a shrug, he’d done what he had to do to survive and he would continue to fight to live free as long as he could. One day when he had enough, he would stop fighting and leave this place. He would search out the people he had lost and he would return home if ever he could. If only to give them all the proper burial they had no doubt lacked, perform the rites of his people on the ground where too many had lost their lives.
”I fight to survive. It’s simple as that. There is no trick to it, just because I was forced to take lives doesn’t mean I have to lose my own humanity.” He didn’t mean it to chastise her or offend, only to state facts. Had he any other choice of how he would survive he would have taken any other path, but this was how he had lived, how he had to continue to live. “I fight to someday regain what I’ve lost.”
The kiss brought a sense of calm back over him, passing over the concerns and comments that had just passed as her arms wrapped around his neck, and once again he wished he could stay with her for a longer time. Wished that he could find some semblance of the love he had lost. Olena was far away or dead, that much was certain. He had even dared to visit a few brothels, ask for the specifics, but always he was told there was no one by that description. It was closing in on two decades now and he was starting to fear they would never meet again.
“If you wish it, simply name the day. I believe for you I can always find some time.” With a final kiss to her cheek, Dima finished adjusting his clothing and slid a hand through his still damp hair to keep it from his face before standing upright and striding to the door. He had a fairly good idea of how to escape the maze she’d brought him through and needed to tear himself away from her and feel the cool air on his face in order to sober up a bit. Gaios had likely vanished back home by now or found his own entertainments, so as the fighter slipped through the halls of the palace and out onto the streets he made no effort to find his companion. The walk home gave him plenty to ponder.
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“No. The right people were taken from me sixteen years ago.”
Demetrius hadn’t even thought about what he was saying until it had slipped through his lips, but the drink and sex and drugs had loosened his tongue and now he had no need to backtrack that. It was all true, his family and friends, his lover, his everything had been stolen away and he counted the years, months, and days since he had last set eyes on any of them. His brother, his friends, Olena, her sisters. They had all been on the boat with him in the darkness. His mother and father murdered along with many others who had fought back that day. If he closed his eyes he could still smell the burnt wood and flesh, the blood that soaked into the dirt on that day was mirrored in the blood and sweat of the arena. He had survived this long seeking revenge, by convincing himself every opponent was one of the pirates who had ruined his life.
Her praise of his talents brought only a shrug, he’d done what he had to do to survive and he would continue to fight to live free as long as he could. One day when he had enough, he would stop fighting and leave this place. He would search out the people he had lost and he would return home if ever he could. If only to give them all the proper burial they had no doubt lacked, perform the rites of his people on the ground where too many had lost their lives.
”I fight to survive. It’s simple as that. There is no trick to it, just because I was forced to take lives doesn’t mean I have to lose my own humanity.” He didn’t mean it to chastise her or offend, only to state facts. Had he any other choice of how he would survive he would have taken any other path, but this was how he had lived, how he had to continue to live. “I fight to someday regain what I’ve lost.”
The kiss brought a sense of calm back over him, passing over the concerns and comments that had just passed as her arms wrapped around his neck, and once again he wished he could stay with her for a longer time. Wished that he could find some semblance of the love he had lost. Olena was far away or dead, that much was certain. He had even dared to visit a few brothels, ask for the specifics, but always he was told there was no one by that description. It was closing in on two decades now and he was starting to fear they would never meet again.
“If you wish it, simply name the day. I believe for you I can always find some time.” With a final kiss to her cheek, Dima finished adjusting his clothing and slid a hand through his still damp hair to keep it from his face before standing upright and striding to the door. He had a fairly good idea of how to escape the maze she’d brought him through and needed to tear himself away from her and feel the cool air on his face in order to sober up a bit. Gaios had likely vanished back home by now or found his own entertainments, so as the fighter slipped through the halls of the palace and out onto the streets he made no effort to find his companion. The walk home gave him plenty to ponder.
“No. The right people were taken from me sixteen years ago.”
Demetrius hadn’t even thought about what he was saying until it had slipped through his lips, but the drink and sex and drugs had loosened his tongue and now he had no need to backtrack that. It was all true, his family and friends, his lover, his everything had been stolen away and he counted the years, months, and days since he had last set eyes on any of them. His brother, his friends, Olena, her sisters. They had all been on the boat with him in the darkness. His mother and father murdered along with many others who had fought back that day. If he closed his eyes he could still smell the burnt wood and flesh, the blood that soaked into the dirt on that day was mirrored in the blood and sweat of the arena. He had survived this long seeking revenge, by convincing himself every opponent was one of the pirates who had ruined his life.
Her praise of his talents brought only a shrug, he’d done what he had to do to survive and he would continue to fight to live free as long as he could. One day when he had enough, he would stop fighting and leave this place. He would search out the people he had lost and he would return home if ever he could. If only to give them all the proper burial they had no doubt lacked, perform the rites of his people on the ground where too many had lost their lives.
”I fight to survive. It’s simple as that. There is no trick to it, just because I was forced to take lives doesn’t mean I have to lose my own humanity.” He didn’t mean it to chastise her or offend, only to state facts. Had he any other choice of how he would survive he would have taken any other path, but this was how he had lived, how he had to continue to live. “I fight to someday regain what I’ve lost.”
The kiss brought a sense of calm back over him, passing over the concerns and comments that had just passed as her arms wrapped around his neck, and once again he wished he could stay with her for a longer time. Wished that he could find some semblance of the love he had lost. Olena was far away or dead, that much was certain. He had even dared to visit a few brothels, ask for the specifics, but always he was told there was no one by that description. It was closing in on two decades now and he was starting to fear they would never meet again.
“If you wish it, simply name the day. I believe for you I can always find some time.” With a final kiss to her cheek, Dima finished adjusting his clothing and slid a hand through his still damp hair to keep it from his face before standing upright and striding to the door. He had a fairly good idea of how to escape the maze she’d brought him through and needed to tear himself away from her and feel the cool air on his face in order to sober up a bit. Gaios had likely vanished back home by now or found his own entertainments, so as the fighter slipped through the halls of the palace and out onto the streets he made no effort to find his companion. The walk home gave him plenty to ponder.
All good things come to an end. Even their time together would inevitably draw to a close. Hours spent tangled up in each other's arms to learn about each other’s desires and passions.. Sharing a bond with a person like that.. As intimate as it was was more powerful than anything else on the planet. Cities crumbled for that feeling. Kingdoms fell over unrequited love or lust. And yet you could spend a few hours in the company of someone; lost to the most powerful emotion on the planet and walk away afterward. Sometimes better for it, and sometimes not.
His offhand response was fitting towards his melancholy personality; that undercurrent of sadness she couldn’t seem to make him forget no matter what the drug or how long she kissed him. Her brow furrowed with his response, but it went unnoticed as he finished dressing. She stepped back and adjusted her gown as well; their silence becoming more utilitarian as they sorted themselves out to be presentable enough to walk among any of the remaining guests without drawing too much suspicion. The hour was late; the darkness outside almost complete save the stars in the sky. Lights in the town had long been extinguished as the people slept and everything was quiet save their movements in the room and the sound of water dripping somewhere and the flames that still blazed around the walls in the bath.
She wanted to ask him more.. Wanted to find out what happened to the people who were taken from him. Kleio was vengeful and selfish when she needed to be, but a long time ago she felt empathy. She knew loss and she could feel that loss in him. But he moved on; dressing as it was.
So she deflected. A coy comment here.. An attempt to make him smile.. To draw some information from him. She could feel him shutting down.. Denying her his laugh.. Denying her more about him and, in so doing, the ability to gauge whether he would at the very least serve Elias for a time. She needed to know him more and she needed to know sooner than later as the Senate vote was drawing near.
She would take him up on his offer to visit, though his voice implied he did not believe her. She adjusted a cuff around her arm as he told her to name the day and so she did nonchalantly. “I shall come for you in two days then. Persephone will have her other ladies present and after this event, she will give me leave I am sure.” He stepped forward to give her a final kiss and she sucked in a breath as he did so; wishing he could stay longer. But he released her and then turned and strode to the door; pulling away the barrier and walking out. She let him go; refraining from following as it would be awkward for them both. Instead, she padded around the room; closing the large doors that looked out onto the ocean and stifling the oil supply that kept the fires burning. Only then did she leave and follow his path out before turning down the royal wing of the palace where her room was located; close enough that should Persephone need her at any time she could be summoned, but far enough away that she didn’t keep track of when Kleio came and went. Coupled with the luxurious upgrades, it was almost perfect. ...The only thing that would have been better was Persephone’s room itself.
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All good things come to an end. Even their time together would inevitably draw to a close. Hours spent tangled up in each other's arms to learn about each other’s desires and passions.. Sharing a bond with a person like that.. As intimate as it was was more powerful than anything else on the planet. Cities crumbled for that feeling. Kingdoms fell over unrequited love or lust. And yet you could spend a few hours in the company of someone; lost to the most powerful emotion on the planet and walk away afterward. Sometimes better for it, and sometimes not.
His offhand response was fitting towards his melancholy personality; that undercurrent of sadness she couldn’t seem to make him forget no matter what the drug or how long she kissed him. Her brow furrowed with his response, but it went unnoticed as he finished dressing. She stepped back and adjusted her gown as well; their silence becoming more utilitarian as they sorted themselves out to be presentable enough to walk among any of the remaining guests without drawing too much suspicion. The hour was late; the darkness outside almost complete save the stars in the sky. Lights in the town had long been extinguished as the people slept and everything was quiet save their movements in the room and the sound of water dripping somewhere and the flames that still blazed around the walls in the bath.
She wanted to ask him more.. Wanted to find out what happened to the people who were taken from him. Kleio was vengeful and selfish when she needed to be, but a long time ago she felt empathy. She knew loss and she could feel that loss in him. But he moved on; dressing as it was.
So she deflected. A coy comment here.. An attempt to make him smile.. To draw some information from him. She could feel him shutting down.. Denying her his laugh.. Denying her more about him and, in so doing, the ability to gauge whether he would at the very least serve Elias for a time. She needed to know him more and she needed to know sooner than later as the Senate vote was drawing near.
She would take him up on his offer to visit, though his voice implied he did not believe her. She adjusted a cuff around her arm as he told her to name the day and so she did nonchalantly. “I shall come for you in two days then. Persephone will have her other ladies present and after this event, she will give me leave I am sure.” He stepped forward to give her a final kiss and she sucked in a breath as he did so; wishing he could stay longer. But he released her and then turned and strode to the door; pulling away the barrier and walking out. She let him go; refraining from following as it would be awkward for them both. Instead, she padded around the room; closing the large doors that looked out onto the ocean and stifling the oil supply that kept the fires burning. Only then did she leave and follow his path out before turning down the royal wing of the palace where her room was located; close enough that should Persephone need her at any time she could be summoned, but far enough away that she didn’t keep track of when Kleio came and went. Coupled with the luxurious upgrades, it was almost perfect. ...The only thing that would have been better was Persephone’s room itself.
All good things come to an end. Even their time together would inevitably draw to a close. Hours spent tangled up in each other's arms to learn about each other’s desires and passions.. Sharing a bond with a person like that.. As intimate as it was was more powerful than anything else on the planet. Cities crumbled for that feeling. Kingdoms fell over unrequited love or lust. And yet you could spend a few hours in the company of someone; lost to the most powerful emotion on the planet and walk away afterward. Sometimes better for it, and sometimes not.
His offhand response was fitting towards his melancholy personality; that undercurrent of sadness she couldn’t seem to make him forget no matter what the drug or how long she kissed him. Her brow furrowed with his response, but it went unnoticed as he finished dressing. She stepped back and adjusted her gown as well; their silence becoming more utilitarian as they sorted themselves out to be presentable enough to walk among any of the remaining guests without drawing too much suspicion. The hour was late; the darkness outside almost complete save the stars in the sky. Lights in the town had long been extinguished as the people slept and everything was quiet save their movements in the room and the sound of water dripping somewhere and the flames that still blazed around the walls in the bath.
She wanted to ask him more.. Wanted to find out what happened to the people who were taken from him. Kleio was vengeful and selfish when she needed to be, but a long time ago she felt empathy. She knew loss and she could feel that loss in him. But he moved on; dressing as it was.
So she deflected. A coy comment here.. An attempt to make him smile.. To draw some information from him. She could feel him shutting down.. Denying her his laugh.. Denying her more about him and, in so doing, the ability to gauge whether he would at the very least serve Elias for a time. She needed to know him more and she needed to know sooner than later as the Senate vote was drawing near.
She would take him up on his offer to visit, though his voice implied he did not believe her. She adjusted a cuff around her arm as he told her to name the day and so she did nonchalantly. “I shall come for you in two days then. Persephone will have her other ladies present and after this event, she will give me leave I am sure.” He stepped forward to give her a final kiss and she sucked in a breath as he did so; wishing he could stay longer. But he released her and then turned and strode to the door; pulling away the barrier and walking out. She let him go; refraining from following as it would be awkward for them both. Instead, she padded around the room; closing the large doors that looked out onto the ocean and stifling the oil supply that kept the fires burning. Only then did she leave and follow his path out before turning down the royal wing of the palace where her room was located; close enough that should Persephone need her at any time she could be summoned, but far enough away that she didn’t keep track of when Kleio came and went. Coupled with the luxurious upgrades, it was almost perfect. ...The only thing that would have been better was Persephone’s room itself.
