Galatea shifted her weight from one foot to the other, leaning forth to part Iolanthe's legs slightly further; the hand that was once teasing the edges of the bothersome fabric laid fully on her breast, giving it a first, decisive squeeze before her hand moved underneath her arm, cupping the side of Iolanthe's rib cage. She had been determined to let the woman go; the day had only just begun. The blonde certainly couldn't afford her lust to get the best of her.


And then the sleeve dropped, teasing the back of the blonde's hand.


What was this? Galatea couldn't help but wonder. Had she not already been graced with fortune? Had she not already enjoyed the fruits of her work? Had she not shed the shame that now stopped her from going further? Perhaps, she thought, this was but a sign from the gods. Aphrodite wouldn't have placed this beautiful woman before her for no reason, and certainly not only for Galatea to look after. No. Aphrodite always promised that there was something beyond the veneer, beyond the superficial. Perhaps Iolanthe had been placed here to make Galatea discover a distinct kind of magic that she hadn't thought existed.

Galatea sucked a nervous, quivering breath through her teeth, as her uncertain fingers pressed hard against the young woman's side, pulling her closer even as she sought a good reason to proceed, a good reason to unravel Iolanthe here and now. How small the brunette felt in her greedy grasp; how deliciously exquisite her body felt against her own larger, more dominant frame. How much sweeter could her lips taste? Just how deep could she dive into those beautiful eyes? Then there was the matter of her own control which she couldn't rein in, especially as Iolanthe's hands drew closer, taking her golden curls and grazing the skin at the back of her neck, making her skin crawl with excitement.

There was only so much of that Galatea could handle before giving in to her lesser instincts. Releasing her hold on Iolanthe's side, her fingers hooked on the edge of her sleeve, pulling it down further to unveil Iolanthe's breast, exposing it to the cool breeze. It figured in her eyes as a fanciful prize to be taken, but Galatea wasn't about to succumb. She reached towards the table to grab a small clay container, from which she scooped up a spoonful of honey which she pressed on Iolanthe's exposed nipple. Before it dripped off, Galatea's mouth covered it, her warm tongue running over the surface, pulling the young woman close to better indulge in the sweet taste.