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Please remember me. Even if it is just for this night.
Melina of Leventi had shown herself to be a poet, but also to lull her tones to the demure beauty that Anastasia knew lay within her. How she hated to imagine this woman living her life forward as a spectre when there was such desire upon her features. How she hated to believe Melina could believe she could be forgotten. Anastasia was many things: promiscuous, assertive, sensuous, but she was not malicious. Never could she see herself simply casting someone she'd truly found camaraderie with aside into the throes of forgotten memories. All that she'd done with Melina thus far carved into the annals of memory, and she sought to cement them further still with further delights that seeped fire through the senses.
Anastasia at last beckoned for the Leventi to follow, to coax her towards the sands of the beaches. The sun drew nearer and nearer to the horizon, purple and orange hues blending marvelously into an awe-inspiring tapestry that was in it of itself worthy of song. The stars began to glitter in the sky and so Anastasia wished she could be among them, eternal in the glory of the Gods. It was the prerogative of the bard to become such a thing. And someday... she would. Anastasia felt red dust upon her cheeks as she listened to Melina's reasoning for being at the beach. Indeed, Apollo and Artemis both reigned over the sky, the twin Gods united in their brief exchange. Anastasia imagined each night as a tender embrace between them, the Gods sharing their watchful meanderings and how Anastasia hoped they talked of her in their time together. So ardent was the love that Anastasia held for the Gods that she offered them a brief prayer in their time united.
Apollo. Artemis. Blessed twins reigning in the heavens. Allow me to never forget the blessings given to me.
However, the time for Ana to dwell on the Gods waned as the woman so nearby her was still speaking. The chuckle that escaped Anastasia's lips had her whip back to face Melina. She drew closer, allowing the lustful glower to rest upon Melina of Leventi before an arm slung about the royal's shoulder. He drew her close, her fingers brushing delicately along the back of the royal's neck as she pressed her forehead against hers. She drew her into a kiss, parting Melina's lips but drawing no deeper into the sultry flesh. She pulled back, a soft gasp escaping her before her lips trailed slowly along Melina's jawline.
"If that was your first kiss... then I feel both shame and pride of having stolen it from you. See me, Melina. Touch me. Draw closer. You'll never be forgotten by the bard who stole your lips. And..."
Mischief swelled within Ana's gaze as she pressed into Melina, throwing her weight against her until the both of them collapsed into the sands. The two were hidden away in an alcove at the beach, the bard luring the Leventi woman into a place where the few people who were there before them would see nothing of the ministrations Ana had for the royal. Her time was entirely Melina's for the evening, and so heady was her need to feel more and see more of her that she momentarily forgot her place as a commoner. In this moment, they were women embroiled in want. There was no desire nor need for people of any kind to intrude upon their inclination for each other. Thoughts of the world were forgotten as she completed her thought.
"You'll steal much more than a moment of my time," she assured her. A grin caught upon Ana's lips as she caught Melina's waist with her knees. She sought to bring the royal on top of her, feeling the delicious weight of her body pressed into hers. Anastasia's arms released Melina's shoulders, drawing lower and lower as she sought to grasp at the royal's hips and press their abdomens together. The warmth of their bodies was a stark contrast to the chill of the evening, and to Anastasia of the Siren's Song, no feeling could be sweeter than this.
"Take me, Melina. For tonight, I am yours. A gift given by Poseidon for you to unravel as you see fit."
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Please remember me. Even if it is just for this night.
Melina of Leventi had shown herself to be a poet, but also to lull her tones to the demure beauty that Anastasia knew lay within her. How she hated to imagine this woman living her life forward as a spectre when there was such desire upon her features. How she hated to believe Melina could believe she could be forgotten. Anastasia was many things: promiscuous, assertive, sensuous, but she was not malicious. Never could she see herself simply casting someone she'd truly found camaraderie with aside into the throes of forgotten memories. All that she'd done with Melina thus far carved into the annals of memory, and she sought to cement them further still with further delights that seeped fire through the senses.
Anastasia at last beckoned for the Leventi to follow, to coax her towards the sands of the beaches. The sun drew nearer and nearer to the horizon, purple and orange hues blending marvelously into an awe-inspiring tapestry that was in it of itself worthy of song. The stars began to glitter in the sky and so Anastasia wished she could be among them, eternal in the glory of the Gods. It was the prerogative of the bard to become such a thing. And someday... she would. Anastasia felt red dust upon her cheeks as she listened to Melina's reasoning for being at the beach. Indeed, Apollo and Artemis both reigned over the sky, the twin Gods united in their brief exchange. Anastasia imagined each night as a tender embrace between them, the Gods sharing their watchful meanderings and how Anastasia hoped they talked of her in their time together. So ardent was the love that Anastasia held for the Gods that she offered them a brief prayer in their time united.
Apollo. Artemis. Blessed twins reigning in the heavens. Allow me to never forget the blessings given to me.
However, the time for Ana to dwell on the Gods waned as the woman so nearby her was still speaking. The chuckle that escaped Anastasia's lips had her whip back to face Melina. She drew closer, allowing the lustful glower to rest upon Melina of Leventi before an arm slung about the royal's shoulder. He drew her close, her fingers brushing delicately along the back of the royal's neck as she pressed her forehead against hers. She drew her into a kiss, parting Melina's lips but drawing no deeper into the sultry flesh. She pulled back, a soft gasp escaping her before her lips trailed slowly along Melina's jawline.
"If that was your first kiss... then I feel both shame and pride of having stolen it from you. See me, Melina. Touch me. Draw closer. You'll never be forgotten by the bard who stole your lips. And..."
Mischief swelled within Ana's gaze as she pressed into Melina, throwing her weight against her until the both of them collapsed into the sands. The two were hidden away in an alcove at the beach, the bard luring the Leventi woman into a place where the few people who were there before them would see nothing of the ministrations Ana had for the royal. Her time was entirely Melina's for the evening, and so heady was her need to feel more and see more of her that she momentarily forgot her place as a commoner. In this moment, they were women embroiled in want. There was no desire nor need for people of any kind to intrude upon their inclination for each other. Thoughts of the world were forgotten as she completed her thought.
"You'll steal much more than a moment of my time," she assured her. A grin caught upon Ana's lips as she caught Melina's waist with her knees. She sought to bring the royal on top of her, feeling the delicious weight of her body pressed into hers. Anastasia's arms released Melina's shoulders, drawing lower and lower as she sought to grasp at the royal's hips and press their abdomens together. The warmth of their bodies was a stark contrast to the chill of the evening, and to Anastasia of the Siren's Song, no feeling could be sweeter than this.
"Take me, Melina. For tonight, I am yours. A gift given by Poseidon for you to unravel as you see fit."
Please remember me. Even if it is just for this night.
Melina of Leventi had shown herself to be a poet, but also to lull her tones to the demure beauty that Anastasia knew lay within her. How she hated to imagine this woman living her life forward as a spectre when there was such desire upon her features. How she hated to believe Melina could believe she could be forgotten. Anastasia was many things: promiscuous, assertive, sensuous, but she was not malicious. Never could she see herself simply casting someone she'd truly found camaraderie with aside into the throes of forgotten memories. All that she'd done with Melina thus far carved into the annals of memory, and she sought to cement them further still with further delights that seeped fire through the senses.
Anastasia at last beckoned for the Leventi to follow, to coax her towards the sands of the beaches. The sun drew nearer and nearer to the horizon, purple and orange hues blending marvelously into an awe-inspiring tapestry that was in it of itself worthy of song. The stars began to glitter in the sky and so Anastasia wished she could be among them, eternal in the glory of the Gods. It was the prerogative of the bard to become such a thing. And someday... she would. Anastasia felt red dust upon her cheeks as she listened to Melina's reasoning for being at the beach. Indeed, Apollo and Artemis both reigned over the sky, the twin Gods united in their brief exchange. Anastasia imagined each night as a tender embrace between them, the Gods sharing their watchful meanderings and how Anastasia hoped they talked of her in their time together. So ardent was the love that Anastasia held for the Gods that she offered them a brief prayer in their time united.
Apollo. Artemis. Blessed twins reigning in the heavens. Allow me to never forget the blessings given to me.
However, the time for Ana to dwell on the Gods waned as the woman so nearby her was still speaking. The chuckle that escaped Anastasia's lips had her whip back to face Melina. She drew closer, allowing the lustful glower to rest upon Melina of Leventi before an arm slung about the royal's shoulder. He drew her close, her fingers brushing delicately along the back of the royal's neck as she pressed her forehead against hers. She drew her into a kiss, parting Melina's lips but drawing no deeper into the sultry flesh. She pulled back, a soft gasp escaping her before her lips trailed slowly along Melina's jawline.
"If that was your first kiss... then I feel both shame and pride of having stolen it from you. See me, Melina. Touch me. Draw closer. You'll never be forgotten by the bard who stole your lips. And..."
Mischief swelled within Ana's gaze as she pressed into Melina, throwing her weight against her until the both of them collapsed into the sands. The two were hidden away in an alcove at the beach, the bard luring the Leventi woman into a place where the few people who were there before them would see nothing of the ministrations Ana had for the royal. Her time was entirely Melina's for the evening, and so heady was her need to feel more and see more of her that she momentarily forgot her place as a commoner. In this moment, they were women embroiled in want. There was no desire nor need for people of any kind to intrude upon their inclination for each other. Thoughts of the world were forgotten as she completed her thought.
"You'll steal much more than a moment of my time," she assured her. A grin caught upon Ana's lips as she caught Melina's waist with her knees. She sought to bring the royal on top of her, feeling the delicious weight of her body pressed into hers. Anastasia's arms released Melina's shoulders, drawing lower and lower as she sought to grasp at the royal's hips and press their abdomens together. The warmth of their bodies was a stark contrast to the chill of the evening, and to Anastasia of the Siren's Song, no feeling could be sweeter than this.
"Take me, Melina. For tonight, I am yours. A gift given by Poseidon for you to unravel as you see fit."
The desire she felt was not a sensation that Melina was used to showing, let alone having, yet it was as natural as breathing around this bard. Her gaze overly bright, her cheeks dusted red by blush, and her inability to look at anything other than the siren before her. Yes, Melina knew that she was going to crash into Scylla, but now that she was under Ana’s thrall, she found herself looking eager to the collision. To finally sink into temptation and take part in the beauteous woman before her. Even if she didn’t know where to start.
Start by the sea, her mind whispered, then take her to an inn. It was scandalous thinking of such provocative thoughts, yet they spun in her mind quite eagerly. Even the beach was drawing her closer, yet Melina knew that such a place was too public for them to act. Rather that she would have to whisk Ana away to privacy. That doesn’t mean I can’t look. Already, her mind was playing through vulgar scenarios, imagining the siren nude in the evening rays. Something Melina would never be courageous to ask the woman to do, even if her heart almost burst at the very idea.
The sunset was beautiful, one that was a mixture of both day and night. The stars lingering above their heads, the navy-blue of dusk arriving, only broken by splashes of color from the setting sun. The rush of warm hues succumbing to colder ones, as Artemis’ chariot drew closer. Still, Melina imagined that such life between the sibling Gods must have been lonely, for both didn’t get to see each other much besides the rising and setting of their skies. Indeed, this sunset was engrained in the noble’s memories as one of her favorites, one that she wished would last longer. If not only for the Gods themselves but for Melina and Anastasia as well.
As both women were lost in the beauty of the sunset, Melina found herself smiling as she heard the cawing of gulls as they made their way towards their evening homes. However, the true vision of the sunset was Anastasia. Her skin was lightly kissed by the setting sun, her hair shining brilliantly under the reddened light of sunset. Her flush was even deeper, making Melina imagining the juicy interior of a pomegranate. Perhaps all of the Gods had taken their time crafting this woman, allowing her to shine in whatever landscape, under whatever tapestry that was her surroundings.
Breathless, Melina was unable to do anything, but stare, her lips parting as she longed to speak, yet she was utterly struck by the beauty of this woman. Yet, Ana didn’t mind, instead, the chuckles seemed to show her indulgence at the deep admiration. As she was drawn closer, Melina arched into the woman’s hold, finding herself drowning into a second kiss without her mouth being plundered by her tongue. A soft moan escaped the young Leventi, fingertips curling naturally into the bard’s shoulders. Lips teased her jawline, trailing the angular flesh and causing Melina to bear her throat, her mind frozen silent by the sinful sensations. Every touch drew Melina closer to surrender, acceptance. Knowing that she had truly fallen for a woman, and loving every moment of it.
As mischief grew in Anastasia, the temptation grew stronger within Melina. Hidden in an alcove, away from the public eye, Melina was relieved, yet amazed at how Anastasia was the one leading her to ruin. Yet, that wasn’t right. The temptation was mutual. Invitations to touch, to come closer, and promises that she would never be forgotten caused Melina to give in. Finally falling, in more ways than one, she found herself gazing up at Anastasia who was haloed by the evening sky, the fiery colors melting away into a sea of night.
Caught by the seductress, Melina found herself exactly where she wanted to be. Resting on top of the woman she desired. Eyes practically glowed as the nymph finished her thought, drawing Melina to finally act. Lips teased the woman’s neck, a soft sound of longing escaping her throat. Fingertips traveled through her hair, every sensation delicate, coveting of this moment she could spend with the bard. “Please,” Melina was asking for permission, even if some had been already given.
It was easy to draw Ana into another kiss, yet it was harder to keep purchase as fingers sought her hips. Drawing back, she let out a low moan, lips instead pressing towards her chest, kissing the pulse-point. Eyes fluttered at the suggested words, as she began to rock against the woman. “I want to.” As she was finally given permission, she found herself pausing.
Rationality appeared briefly, a reminder of where they were. The seaside. The sand was already starting to get into their clothing, the soft grains would be a bother if they undressed. However, there were possibilities of places to go, wondrous places where no one would talk. At least that was what Melina thought. “I want to, more than anything, oh fallen star.” However, before Anastasia could make any assumptions, she placed a fingertip to her lips. “But, I fear I've become greedy, that I won't be able to stop. I want to see you in candlelight too, I want to see you in many places, Anastasia.”
However, that didn’t mean that they had to leave immediately, so the young woman found herself replacing the finger with her lips, a sigh of contentment escaping her. “I want my body to remember you, every sense that makes up who you are. That would be the only way to show you and Poseidon himself, my gratitude.”
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The desire she felt was not a sensation that Melina was used to showing, let alone having, yet it was as natural as breathing around this bard. Her gaze overly bright, her cheeks dusted red by blush, and her inability to look at anything other than the siren before her. Yes, Melina knew that she was going to crash into Scylla, but now that she was under Ana’s thrall, she found herself looking eager to the collision. To finally sink into temptation and take part in the beauteous woman before her. Even if she didn’t know where to start.
Start by the sea, her mind whispered, then take her to an inn. It was scandalous thinking of such provocative thoughts, yet they spun in her mind quite eagerly. Even the beach was drawing her closer, yet Melina knew that such a place was too public for them to act. Rather that she would have to whisk Ana away to privacy. That doesn’t mean I can’t look. Already, her mind was playing through vulgar scenarios, imagining the siren nude in the evening rays. Something Melina would never be courageous to ask the woman to do, even if her heart almost burst at the very idea.
The sunset was beautiful, one that was a mixture of both day and night. The stars lingering above their heads, the navy-blue of dusk arriving, only broken by splashes of color from the setting sun. The rush of warm hues succumbing to colder ones, as Artemis’ chariot drew closer. Still, Melina imagined that such life between the sibling Gods must have been lonely, for both didn’t get to see each other much besides the rising and setting of their skies. Indeed, this sunset was engrained in the noble’s memories as one of her favorites, one that she wished would last longer. If not only for the Gods themselves but for Melina and Anastasia as well.
As both women were lost in the beauty of the sunset, Melina found herself smiling as she heard the cawing of gulls as they made their way towards their evening homes. However, the true vision of the sunset was Anastasia. Her skin was lightly kissed by the setting sun, her hair shining brilliantly under the reddened light of sunset. Her flush was even deeper, making Melina imagining the juicy interior of a pomegranate. Perhaps all of the Gods had taken their time crafting this woman, allowing her to shine in whatever landscape, under whatever tapestry that was her surroundings.
Breathless, Melina was unable to do anything, but stare, her lips parting as she longed to speak, yet she was utterly struck by the beauty of this woman. Yet, Ana didn’t mind, instead, the chuckles seemed to show her indulgence at the deep admiration. As she was drawn closer, Melina arched into the woman’s hold, finding herself drowning into a second kiss without her mouth being plundered by her tongue. A soft moan escaped the young Leventi, fingertips curling naturally into the bard’s shoulders. Lips teased her jawline, trailing the angular flesh and causing Melina to bear her throat, her mind frozen silent by the sinful sensations. Every touch drew Melina closer to surrender, acceptance. Knowing that she had truly fallen for a woman, and loving every moment of it.
As mischief grew in Anastasia, the temptation grew stronger within Melina. Hidden in an alcove, away from the public eye, Melina was relieved, yet amazed at how Anastasia was the one leading her to ruin. Yet, that wasn’t right. The temptation was mutual. Invitations to touch, to come closer, and promises that she would never be forgotten caused Melina to give in. Finally falling, in more ways than one, she found herself gazing up at Anastasia who was haloed by the evening sky, the fiery colors melting away into a sea of night.
Caught by the seductress, Melina found herself exactly where she wanted to be. Resting on top of the woman she desired. Eyes practically glowed as the nymph finished her thought, drawing Melina to finally act. Lips teased the woman’s neck, a soft sound of longing escaping her throat. Fingertips traveled through her hair, every sensation delicate, coveting of this moment she could spend with the bard. “Please,” Melina was asking for permission, even if some had been already given.
It was easy to draw Ana into another kiss, yet it was harder to keep purchase as fingers sought her hips. Drawing back, she let out a low moan, lips instead pressing towards her chest, kissing the pulse-point. Eyes fluttered at the suggested words, as she began to rock against the woman. “I want to.” As she was finally given permission, she found herself pausing.
Rationality appeared briefly, a reminder of where they were. The seaside. The sand was already starting to get into their clothing, the soft grains would be a bother if they undressed. However, there were possibilities of places to go, wondrous places where no one would talk. At least that was what Melina thought. “I want to, more than anything, oh fallen star.” However, before Anastasia could make any assumptions, she placed a fingertip to her lips. “But, I fear I've become greedy, that I won't be able to stop. I want to see you in candlelight too, I want to see you in many places, Anastasia.”
However, that didn’t mean that they had to leave immediately, so the young woman found herself replacing the finger with her lips, a sigh of contentment escaping her. “I want my body to remember you, every sense that makes up who you are. That would be the only way to show you and Poseidon himself, my gratitude.”
The desire she felt was not a sensation that Melina was used to showing, let alone having, yet it was as natural as breathing around this bard. Her gaze overly bright, her cheeks dusted red by blush, and her inability to look at anything other than the siren before her. Yes, Melina knew that she was going to crash into Scylla, but now that she was under Ana’s thrall, she found herself looking eager to the collision. To finally sink into temptation and take part in the beauteous woman before her. Even if she didn’t know where to start.
Start by the sea, her mind whispered, then take her to an inn. It was scandalous thinking of such provocative thoughts, yet they spun in her mind quite eagerly. Even the beach was drawing her closer, yet Melina knew that such a place was too public for them to act. Rather that she would have to whisk Ana away to privacy. That doesn’t mean I can’t look. Already, her mind was playing through vulgar scenarios, imagining the siren nude in the evening rays. Something Melina would never be courageous to ask the woman to do, even if her heart almost burst at the very idea.
The sunset was beautiful, one that was a mixture of both day and night. The stars lingering above their heads, the navy-blue of dusk arriving, only broken by splashes of color from the setting sun. The rush of warm hues succumbing to colder ones, as Artemis’ chariot drew closer. Still, Melina imagined that such life between the sibling Gods must have been lonely, for both didn’t get to see each other much besides the rising and setting of their skies. Indeed, this sunset was engrained in the noble’s memories as one of her favorites, one that she wished would last longer. If not only for the Gods themselves but for Melina and Anastasia as well.
As both women were lost in the beauty of the sunset, Melina found herself smiling as she heard the cawing of gulls as they made their way towards their evening homes. However, the true vision of the sunset was Anastasia. Her skin was lightly kissed by the setting sun, her hair shining brilliantly under the reddened light of sunset. Her flush was even deeper, making Melina imagining the juicy interior of a pomegranate. Perhaps all of the Gods had taken their time crafting this woman, allowing her to shine in whatever landscape, under whatever tapestry that was her surroundings.
Breathless, Melina was unable to do anything, but stare, her lips parting as she longed to speak, yet she was utterly struck by the beauty of this woman. Yet, Ana didn’t mind, instead, the chuckles seemed to show her indulgence at the deep admiration. As she was drawn closer, Melina arched into the woman’s hold, finding herself drowning into a second kiss without her mouth being plundered by her tongue. A soft moan escaped the young Leventi, fingertips curling naturally into the bard’s shoulders. Lips teased her jawline, trailing the angular flesh and causing Melina to bear her throat, her mind frozen silent by the sinful sensations. Every touch drew Melina closer to surrender, acceptance. Knowing that she had truly fallen for a woman, and loving every moment of it.
As mischief grew in Anastasia, the temptation grew stronger within Melina. Hidden in an alcove, away from the public eye, Melina was relieved, yet amazed at how Anastasia was the one leading her to ruin. Yet, that wasn’t right. The temptation was mutual. Invitations to touch, to come closer, and promises that she would never be forgotten caused Melina to give in. Finally falling, in more ways than one, she found herself gazing up at Anastasia who was haloed by the evening sky, the fiery colors melting away into a sea of night.
Caught by the seductress, Melina found herself exactly where she wanted to be. Resting on top of the woman she desired. Eyes practically glowed as the nymph finished her thought, drawing Melina to finally act. Lips teased the woman’s neck, a soft sound of longing escaping her throat. Fingertips traveled through her hair, every sensation delicate, coveting of this moment she could spend with the bard. “Please,” Melina was asking for permission, even if some had been already given.
It was easy to draw Ana into another kiss, yet it was harder to keep purchase as fingers sought her hips. Drawing back, she let out a low moan, lips instead pressing towards her chest, kissing the pulse-point. Eyes fluttered at the suggested words, as she began to rock against the woman. “I want to.” As she was finally given permission, she found herself pausing.
Rationality appeared briefly, a reminder of where they were. The seaside. The sand was already starting to get into their clothing, the soft grains would be a bother if they undressed. However, there were possibilities of places to go, wondrous places where no one would talk. At least that was what Melina thought. “I want to, more than anything, oh fallen star.” However, before Anastasia could make any assumptions, she placed a fingertip to her lips. “But, I fear I've become greedy, that I won't be able to stop. I want to see you in candlelight too, I want to see you in many places, Anastasia.”
However, that didn’t mean that they had to leave immediately, so the young woman found herself replacing the finger with her lips, a sigh of contentment escaping her. “I want my body to remember you, every sense that makes up who you are. That would be the only way to show you and Poseidon himself, my gratitude.”
There were some appetites that no matter what succulents were offered as appeasement could not be satisfied. Hunger was a voracious thing, requiring more and more until there was an abrupt halt and the subsequent sickness of over-consumption. The mind played its tricks with the varying sorts of hunger, but the exquisite appetite that Ana felt in this moment was one that demanded satisfaction. Anastasia surrendered herself willingly, pulling more and more from Melina of Leventi until she was certain that she could not be refused. There was a delicious aspect to coaxing such sensation, only to ask to be unraveled in turn, to surrender the power to the royal that deserved it, to the royal who seemed to have never known power before in all of her life.
Anastasia of the Siren's song lay beneath her prey, but placed herself in the corner to be consumed at Melina's leisure. She relished in the attentions, acutely aware of the visceral desire flooding into Melina's gaze. Already, Ana's lips were sore with the repeated claims she'd lain upon Melina's, but she'd greedily take each and every kiss the royal had to give her. She'd surrender in every movement, a willing toy and plaything for the beautiful girl on top of her to do with as she pleased. It was Ana's gift to the royal, both a gift for Melina to remember and for Ana herself to relish in, so addicted to pleasure the playful siren was.
I want to more than anything, oh fallen star, she heard. The setting sun had nothing to do with the rosy intonation of her cheeks, the flush dusting upon her nose and across her cheekbones as a dainty fingertip pressed against Ana's lips. She was fully intent on protesting, so aflame in the midst of her passions that she'd quite forgotten where they were. Certainly, she couldn't strip and ask for Melina to claim her in the alcove. It would be far too uncomfortable and put all sorts of ruin to the mood of the night. But, she'd had the intention of showing Melina the sunset, of placing both of them before the stars and Apollo's chariot to see one another under the splendor of the union of the twin Gods. Once the sun had set and night began to fall upon Taengea, there were any number of places they could run off to. Anastasia did not protest against Melina's finger, but instead playfully drew the digit into her mouth. She clamped her lips around the digit, winking at the woman before suckling on her fingers before pulling off from the extremity with a playful chuckle raised with her musical tunes.
An arm looped about Melina's waist, fully intent on bringing the woman to collapse on top of her. She moaned aloud at the sensation of being engulfed beneath Melina's slight build, drawing out the sound to press her sultry tones directly into the royal's ear. Desperately, her hands raked along the flesh of her back, a soft pour cast upon her lips as she at last parted her lips to speak, only to be led on into another line of vivid poetry recounted by the delightful woman. Each time Ana was stopped before speaking, she did so quite willingly. There were very few in all of the world who could convince Ana that silence was the proper option, but it was her distinct pleasure to hear every word that Melina blessed her with.
Fingers rose up from the Leventi's back to sift into her chocolate tresses. She wove hair between each of her fingers, massaging the woman's scalp before she brought the royal in for an ardent kiss. She sought to part her lips against hers, a heavy, ragged breath wrought against hers before her tongue sought momentary passage into Melina's mouth. She sought for tongues to meet, a gift given to Melina but meant for Anastasia herself, for in the throes of that heady kiss Anastasia found her voice once again.
I want my body to remember you, every sense that makes up who you are, she recalled Melina saying, the ardent plea evident in her speaking. It was so endearing... so vivid... so utterly transfixing to have the royal so utterly infatuated. Ana's heart poured out for Melina and she sought to make for certain that the royal remembered every bit of her.
"Then, don't take me to an inn, Melina. Don't bring me to a bed. Bathe with me. Let me soothe away your pains and worries," she began. Her words were a vise woven in song as she flipped their positions anew. Ana gave herself a moment of opportunity, to lay claim to Melina's throat with her lips, to push back her forehead with a gentle caress of the hand just enough to expose every inch of her neck to her scrutiny. Soft marks of Ana's ministrations might yet be visible in the morning, but the bard hardly cared. Then, her lips painted lower still. Each of Melina's collarbones were the targets for her toying tongue, her kiss-swollen lips and her mouthful of teeth. Every tool she had to toy with the royal was available to her, a path woven in instinct and need coiled into one. Her hands claimed along Melina's hips, lowering to her thighs with the intent of lifting one of her legs. Ana pressed into Melina's chest, their similar builds placing Ana's head just above neck level with the Leventi. She raised up the other woman's thigh to brush against her own, relishing in the warmth of their proximity before she added,
"I want you to take me, Melina. But I also want to take you. Your body will never forget what I intend to do to you," she teased before pulling away from the royal at last in a baited effort to collect herself before they ventured off to a place less polluted with inconvenient sand.
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There were some appetites that no matter what succulents were offered as appeasement could not be satisfied. Hunger was a voracious thing, requiring more and more until there was an abrupt halt and the subsequent sickness of over-consumption. The mind played its tricks with the varying sorts of hunger, but the exquisite appetite that Ana felt in this moment was one that demanded satisfaction. Anastasia surrendered herself willingly, pulling more and more from Melina of Leventi until she was certain that she could not be refused. There was a delicious aspect to coaxing such sensation, only to ask to be unraveled in turn, to surrender the power to the royal that deserved it, to the royal who seemed to have never known power before in all of her life.
Anastasia of the Siren's song lay beneath her prey, but placed herself in the corner to be consumed at Melina's leisure. She relished in the attentions, acutely aware of the visceral desire flooding into Melina's gaze. Already, Ana's lips were sore with the repeated claims she'd lain upon Melina's, but she'd greedily take each and every kiss the royal had to give her. She'd surrender in every movement, a willing toy and plaything for the beautiful girl on top of her to do with as she pleased. It was Ana's gift to the royal, both a gift for Melina to remember and for Ana herself to relish in, so addicted to pleasure the playful siren was.
I want to more than anything, oh fallen star, she heard. The setting sun had nothing to do with the rosy intonation of her cheeks, the flush dusting upon her nose and across her cheekbones as a dainty fingertip pressed against Ana's lips. She was fully intent on protesting, so aflame in the midst of her passions that she'd quite forgotten where they were. Certainly, she couldn't strip and ask for Melina to claim her in the alcove. It would be far too uncomfortable and put all sorts of ruin to the mood of the night. But, she'd had the intention of showing Melina the sunset, of placing both of them before the stars and Apollo's chariot to see one another under the splendor of the union of the twin Gods. Once the sun had set and night began to fall upon Taengea, there were any number of places they could run off to. Anastasia did not protest against Melina's finger, but instead playfully drew the digit into her mouth. She clamped her lips around the digit, winking at the woman before suckling on her fingers before pulling off from the extremity with a playful chuckle raised with her musical tunes.
An arm looped about Melina's waist, fully intent on bringing the woman to collapse on top of her. She moaned aloud at the sensation of being engulfed beneath Melina's slight build, drawing out the sound to press her sultry tones directly into the royal's ear. Desperately, her hands raked along the flesh of her back, a soft pour cast upon her lips as she at last parted her lips to speak, only to be led on into another line of vivid poetry recounted by the delightful woman. Each time Ana was stopped before speaking, she did so quite willingly. There were very few in all of the world who could convince Ana that silence was the proper option, but it was her distinct pleasure to hear every word that Melina blessed her with.
Fingers rose up from the Leventi's back to sift into her chocolate tresses. She wove hair between each of her fingers, massaging the woman's scalp before she brought the royal in for an ardent kiss. She sought to part her lips against hers, a heavy, ragged breath wrought against hers before her tongue sought momentary passage into Melina's mouth. She sought for tongues to meet, a gift given to Melina but meant for Anastasia herself, for in the throes of that heady kiss Anastasia found her voice once again.
I want my body to remember you, every sense that makes up who you are, she recalled Melina saying, the ardent plea evident in her speaking. It was so endearing... so vivid... so utterly transfixing to have the royal so utterly infatuated. Ana's heart poured out for Melina and she sought to make for certain that the royal remembered every bit of her.
"Then, don't take me to an inn, Melina. Don't bring me to a bed. Bathe with me. Let me soothe away your pains and worries," she began. Her words were a vise woven in song as she flipped their positions anew. Ana gave herself a moment of opportunity, to lay claim to Melina's throat with her lips, to push back her forehead with a gentle caress of the hand just enough to expose every inch of her neck to her scrutiny. Soft marks of Ana's ministrations might yet be visible in the morning, but the bard hardly cared. Then, her lips painted lower still. Each of Melina's collarbones were the targets for her toying tongue, her kiss-swollen lips and her mouthful of teeth. Every tool she had to toy with the royal was available to her, a path woven in instinct and need coiled into one. Her hands claimed along Melina's hips, lowering to her thighs with the intent of lifting one of her legs. Ana pressed into Melina's chest, their similar builds placing Ana's head just above neck level with the Leventi. She raised up the other woman's thigh to brush against her own, relishing in the warmth of their proximity before she added,
"I want you to take me, Melina. But I also want to take you. Your body will never forget what I intend to do to you," she teased before pulling away from the royal at last in a baited effort to collect herself before they ventured off to a place less polluted with inconvenient sand.
There were some appetites that no matter what succulents were offered as appeasement could not be satisfied. Hunger was a voracious thing, requiring more and more until there was an abrupt halt and the subsequent sickness of over-consumption. The mind played its tricks with the varying sorts of hunger, but the exquisite appetite that Ana felt in this moment was one that demanded satisfaction. Anastasia surrendered herself willingly, pulling more and more from Melina of Leventi until she was certain that she could not be refused. There was a delicious aspect to coaxing such sensation, only to ask to be unraveled in turn, to surrender the power to the royal that deserved it, to the royal who seemed to have never known power before in all of her life.
Anastasia of the Siren's song lay beneath her prey, but placed herself in the corner to be consumed at Melina's leisure. She relished in the attentions, acutely aware of the visceral desire flooding into Melina's gaze. Already, Ana's lips were sore with the repeated claims she'd lain upon Melina's, but she'd greedily take each and every kiss the royal had to give her. She'd surrender in every movement, a willing toy and plaything for the beautiful girl on top of her to do with as she pleased. It was Ana's gift to the royal, both a gift for Melina to remember and for Ana herself to relish in, so addicted to pleasure the playful siren was.
I want to more than anything, oh fallen star, she heard. The setting sun had nothing to do with the rosy intonation of her cheeks, the flush dusting upon her nose and across her cheekbones as a dainty fingertip pressed against Ana's lips. She was fully intent on protesting, so aflame in the midst of her passions that she'd quite forgotten where they were. Certainly, she couldn't strip and ask for Melina to claim her in the alcove. It would be far too uncomfortable and put all sorts of ruin to the mood of the night. But, she'd had the intention of showing Melina the sunset, of placing both of them before the stars and Apollo's chariot to see one another under the splendor of the union of the twin Gods. Once the sun had set and night began to fall upon Taengea, there were any number of places they could run off to. Anastasia did not protest against Melina's finger, but instead playfully drew the digit into her mouth. She clamped her lips around the digit, winking at the woman before suckling on her fingers before pulling off from the extremity with a playful chuckle raised with her musical tunes.
An arm looped about Melina's waist, fully intent on bringing the woman to collapse on top of her. She moaned aloud at the sensation of being engulfed beneath Melina's slight build, drawing out the sound to press her sultry tones directly into the royal's ear. Desperately, her hands raked along the flesh of her back, a soft pour cast upon her lips as she at last parted her lips to speak, only to be led on into another line of vivid poetry recounted by the delightful woman. Each time Ana was stopped before speaking, she did so quite willingly. There were very few in all of the world who could convince Ana that silence was the proper option, but it was her distinct pleasure to hear every word that Melina blessed her with.
Fingers rose up from the Leventi's back to sift into her chocolate tresses. She wove hair between each of her fingers, massaging the woman's scalp before she brought the royal in for an ardent kiss. She sought to part her lips against hers, a heavy, ragged breath wrought against hers before her tongue sought momentary passage into Melina's mouth. She sought for tongues to meet, a gift given to Melina but meant for Anastasia herself, for in the throes of that heady kiss Anastasia found her voice once again.
I want my body to remember you, every sense that makes up who you are, she recalled Melina saying, the ardent plea evident in her speaking. It was so endearing... so vivid... so utterly transfixing to have the royal so utterly infatuated. Ana's heart poured out for Melina and she sought to make for certain that the royal remembered every bit of her.
"Then, don't take me to an inn, Melina. Don't bring me to a bed. Bathe with me. Let me soothe away your pains and worries," she began. Her words were a vise woven in song as she flipped their positions anew. Ana gave herself a moment of opportunity, to lay claim to Melina's throat with her lips, to push back her forehead with a gentle caress of the hand just enough to expose every inch of her neck to her scrutiny. Soft marks of Ana's ministrations might yet be visible in the morning, but the bard hardly cared. Then, her lips painted lower still. Each of Melina's collarbones were the targets for her toying tongue, her kiss-swollen lips and her mouthful of teeth. Every tool she had to toy with the royal was available to her, a path woven in instinct and need coiled into one. Her hands claimed along Melina's hips, lowering to her thighs with the intent of lifting one of her legs. Ana pressed into Melina's chest, their similar builds placing Ana's head just above neck level with the Leventi. She raised up the other woman's thigh to brush against her own, relishing in the warmth of their proximity before she added,
"I want you to take me, Melina. But I also want to take you. Your body will never forget what I intend to do to you," she teased before pulling away from the royal at last in a baited effort to collect herself before they ventured off to a place less polluted with inconvenient sand.
The temptations of acting on a public beach were overwhelming. Even Melina wasn’t immune to the thrall of the siren beneath her. Yet, she simply couldn’t fall into temptation yet, for she knew that sand never felt satisfactory pressed against her breasts and other places. So, she glanced down at Anastasia, heat in her very gaze and a finger pressed against the fallen star’s lips.
"I want to take you anywhere, just as I want to be taken anywhere with you. You look magical in the sunset, I almost fear that if I blink, you will disappear from my sight. It was no small feat to get Melina this enthralled in anything other than books, but this woman, this siren had achieved kindling the flames of lust in the young Leventi heiress. No one else had even come close to such a feat.
As her fingertip was suckled, Melina bucked against the supine form, a gasp escaping her as she felt tendrils of pleasure travel down her finger to the rest of her body. Shivering slightly, she licked her lips, tempted already to partake in the fruit that was Anastasia’s own. And why shouldn’t she? Lips lightly grazed her own finger and the woman’s lips, too captivated to draw back.
Ana acted first, stealing a kiss once more, their tongues colliding with one another in a sensual dance. Melina’s grip tightened on the siren’s sides as her form melded against the being of her affections. It would be easy to just give way to pleasure here, an inn, a place lit by candlelight. But were those places for a nymph of the sea? Even Ana seemed to think they were not.
The don’t take me to an inn, Melina. Don’t bring me to bed. Bathe with me.
The very suggestion caught Melina by surprise as she was flipped over, the thoughts of seeing Anastasia naked filled her with longing. A moan escaped her throat, one that could be felt by the siren’s lips. Melina wasn’t even the least perturbed by the fact that she might have a neckline filled with small marks and hickeys. Instead, she wanted more. Twisting and turning as she gazed up at the woman, whose hair was bathed in the reds of the setting sun, Melina attempted to reach out a hand, one to tease the strands of hair that made up Anastasia’s crowning glory.
As one of her legs was lifted, their thighs touching, Melina felt herself float away at the pleasure, eager to be taken and to take. As the lingering rays from the sunset caught their forms, Melina understood what Anastasia meant. The baths would be abandoned by nightfall. It would be easy to sneak in and give way to their passions. No one would be the wiser.
“Let’s go to the baths, shall we, oh nymph of the sea?” Rising to her feet, she dusted herself off and reached out a hand for Anastasia to join. “I’ve heard they are lit up by torches at night.”Captivated like a moth to a flame, Melina could feel herself crashing closer to Scylla. But for once, she did not care.
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The temptations of acting on a public beach were overwhelming. Even Melina wasn’t immune to the thrall of the siren beneath her. Yet, she simply couldn’t fall into temptation yet, for she knew that sand never felt satisfactory pressed against her breasts and other places. So, she glanced down at Anastasia, heat in her very gaze and a finger pressed against the fallen star’s lips.
"I want to take you anywhere, just as I want to be taken anywhere with you. You look magical in the sunset, I almost fear that if I blink, you will disappear from my sight. It was no small feat to get Melina this enthralled in anything other than books, but this woman, this siren had achieved kindling the flames of lust in the young Leventi heiress. No one else had even come close to such a feat.
As her fingertip was suckled, Melina bucked against the supine form, a gasp escaping her as she felt tendrils of pleasure travel down her finger to the rest of her body. Shivering slightly, she licked her lips, tempted already to partake in the fruit that was Anastasia’s own. And why shouldn’t she? Lips lightly grazed her own finger and the woman’s lips, too captivated to draw back.
Ana acted first, stealing a kiss once more, their tongues colliding with one another in a sensual dance. Melina’s grip tightened on the siren’s sides as her form melded against the being of her affections. It would be easy to just give way to pleasure here, an inn, a place lit by candlelight. But were those places for a nymph of the sea? Even Ana seemed to think they were not.
The don’t take me to an inn, Melina. Don’t bring me to bed. Bathe with me.
The very suggestion caught Melina by surprise as she was flipped over, the thoughts of seeing Anastasia naked filled her with longing. A moan escaped her throat, one that could be felt by the siren’s lips. Melina wasn’t even the least perturbed by the fact that she might have a neckline filled with small marks and hickeys. Instead, she wanted more. Twisting and turning as she gazed up at the woman, whose hair was bathed in the reds of the setting sun, Melina attempted to reach out a hand, one to tease the strands of hair that made up Anastasia’s crowning glory.
As one of her legs was lifted, their thighs touching, Melina felt herself float away at the pleasure, eager to be taken and to take. As the lingering rays from the sunset caught their forms, Melina understood what Anastasia meant. The baths would be abandoned by nightfall. It would be easy to sneak in and give way to their passions. No one would be the wiser.
“Let’s go to the baths, shall we, oh nymph of the sea?” Rising to her feet, she dusted herself off and reached out a hand for Anastasia to join. “I’ve heard they are lit up by torches at night.”Captivated like a moth to a flame, Melina could feel herself crashing closer to Scylla. But for once, she did not care.
The temptations of acting on a public beach were overwhelming. Even Melina wasn’t immune to the thrall of the siren beneath her. Yet, she simply couldn’t fall into temptation yet, for she knew that sand never felt satisfactory pressed against her breasts and other places. So, she glanced down at Anastasia, heat in her very gaze and a finger pressed against the fallen star’s lips.
"I want to take you anywhere, just as I want to be taken anywhere with you. You look magical in the sunset, I almost fear that if I blink, you will disappear from my sight. It was no small feat to get Melina this enthralled in anything other than books, but this woman, this siren had achieved kindling the flames of lust in the young Leventi heiress. No one else had even come close to such a feat.
As her fingertip was suckled, Melina bucked against the supine form, a gasp escaping her as she felt tendrils of pleasure travel down her finger to the rest of her body. Shivering slightly, she licked her lips, tempted already to partake in the fruit that was Anastasia’s own. And why shouldn’t she? Lips lightly grazed her own finger and the woman’s lips, too captivated to draw back.
Ana acted first, stealing a kiss once more, their tongues colliding with one another in a sensual dance. Melina’s grip tightened on the siren’s sides as her form melded against the being of her affections. It would be easy to just give way to pleasure here, an inn, a place lit by candlelight. But were those places for a nymph of the sea? Even Ana seemed to think they were not.
The don’t take me to an inn, Melina. Don’t bring me to bed. Bathe with me.
The very suggestion caught Melina by surprise as she was flipped over, the thoughts of seeing Anastasia naked filled her with longing. A moan escaped her throat, one that could be felt by the siren’s lips. Melina wasn’t even the least perturbed by the fact that she might have a neckline filled with small marks and hickeys. Instead, she wanted more. Twisting and turning as she gazed up at the woman, whose hair was bathed in the reds of the setting sun, Melina attempted to reach out a hand, one to tease the strands of hair that made up Anastasia’s crowning glory.
As one of her legs was lifted, their thighs touching, Melina felt herself float away at the pleasure, eager to be taken and to take. As the lingering rays from the sunset caught their forms, Melina understood what Anastasia meant. The baths would be abandoned by nightfall. It would be easy to sneak in and give way to their passions. No one would be the wiser.
“Let’s go to the baths, shall we, oh nymph of the sea?” Rising to her feet, she dusted herself off and reached out a hand for Anastasia to join. “I’ve heard they are lit up by torches at night.”Captivated like a moth to a flame, Melina could feel herself crashing closer to Scylla. But for once, she did not care.