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Twice. Twice now he had spent an extended period of time and effort on Anastasia, only to have it lead no where at the end of the night. He was not used to not getting his way immediately, and he was fuming because of it. She didn’t owe him sex, and he didn’t think she did, but the teasing and flirting was a clear sign she wanted him, or else she was just playing with him. Either way he was about to go and put his foot down and find out one way or another. He was dressed casually, or as casually as he ever dressed. The heat was high that evening, so his chest was once more bare and he was dressed much the same as the night they had first met.
He left the Hei Sheifa house in Cairo, making his way quickly through the back alleys, burning with a fire that was a mixture of lust and anger, ready to confront her and hopefully get what he wanted from her. Then he could be done with her, and she could stop invading his every thought. He knew it wasn’t love, he didn’t love, but there was something about this woman that was different than any other he had been with before. She had him ensnared and she hadn’t even had sex with him. Yet.
It didn’t take him long to make it to the tavern where they had first met, his assumption was she would be there once more, if she wasn’t, it was at least a good place to ask around after her. He would find her that night. When Akhenaten H’Sheifa put his mind to something, he was a force to be reckoned with and there was almost nothing that would stop him.
He entered the tavern, it was crowded that night, people taking refuge from the heat of the evening and looking to ply themselves with plenty of wine, and the company of some of the more easily swayed performers. He knew Ana wouldn’t be among one of the women who would give themselves so easily to the first man with a bit of coin. She wasn’t like that, or at least not from what he knew of her. Which he realized wasn’t all that much despite the time they had spent together.
He spotted her then, standing out from the crowd as she performed once more them. Much like the first night they had seen each other, before she disappeared from the opium den.
Much like the first night they had met, Akhenaten retreated to the same table he had sat at when she first approached him, brown eyes locked on her, staring with that same smoldering anger and lust that had fuelled his visit there that night.
A serving girl approached him and tried to ask if he wanted his usual, and he simply waved her off, eyes not leaving the entrancing woman they were locked on as he waited for her to notice him and make a move, either towards him or away. Either way, he was confronting her tonight.
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Twice. Twice now he had spent an extended period of time and effort on Anastasia, only to have it lead no where at the end of the night. He was not used to not getting his way immediately, and he was fuming because of it. She didn’t owe him sex, and he didn’t think she did, but the teasing and flirting was a clear sign she wanted him, or else she was just playing with him. Either way he was about to go and put his foot down and find out one way or another. He was dressed casually, or as casually as he ever dressed. The heat was high that evening, so his chest was once more bare and he was dressed much the same as the night they had first met.
He left the Hei Sheifa house in Cairo, making his way quickly through the back alleys, burning with a fire that was a mixture of lust and anger, ready to confront her and hopefully get what he wanted from her. Then he could be done with her, and she could stop invading his every thought. He knew it wasn’t love, he didn’t love, but there was something about this woman that was different than any other he had been with before. She had him ensnared and she hadn’t even had sex with him. Yet.
It didn’t take him long to make it to the tavern where they had first met, his assumption was she would be there once more, if she wasn’t, it was at least a good place to ask around after her. He would find her that night. When Akhenaten H’Sheifa put his mind to something, he was a force to be reckoned with and there was almost nothing that would stop him.
He entered the tavern, it was crowded that night, people taking refuge from the heat of the evening and looking to ply themselves with plenty of wine, and the company of some of the more easily swayed performers. He knew Ana wouldn’t be among one of the women who would give themselves so easily to the first man with a bit of coin. She wasn’t like that, or at least not from what he knew of her. Which he realized wasn’t all that much despite the time they had spent together.
He spotted her then, standing out from the crowd as she performed once more them. Much like the first night they had seen each other, before she disappeared from the opium den.
Much like the first night they had met, Akhenaten retreated to the same table he had sat at when she first approached him, brown eyes locked on her, staring with that same smoldering anger and lust that had fuelled his visit there that night.
A serving girl approached him and tried to ask if he wanted his usual, and he simply waved her off, eyes not leaving the entrancing woman they were locked on as he waited for her to notice him and make a move, either towards him or away. Either way, he was confronting her tonight.
Twice. Twice now he had spent an extended period of time and effort on Anastasia, only to have it lead no where at the end of the night. He was not used to not getting his way immediately, and he was fuming because of it. She didn’t owe him sex, and he didn’t think she did, but the teasing and flirting was a clear sign she wanted him, or else she was just playing with him. Either way he was about to go and put his foot down and find out one way or another. He was dressed casually, or as casually as he ever dressed. The heat was high that evening, so his chest was once more bare and he was dressed much the same as the night they had first met.
He left the Hei Sheifa house in Cairo, making his way quickly through the back alleys, burning with a fire that was a mixture of lust and anger, ready to confront her and hopefully get what he wanted from her. Then he could be done with her, and she could stop invading his every thought. He knew it wasn’t love, he didn’t love, but there was something about this woman that was different than any other he had been with before. She had him ensnared and she hadn’t even had sex with him. Yet.
It didn’t take him long to make it to the tavern where they had first met, his assumption was she would be there once more, if she wasn’t, it was at least a good place to ask around after her. He would find her that night. When Akhenaten H’Sheifa put his mind to something, he was a force to be reckoned with and there was almost nothing that would stop him.
He entered the tavern, it was crowded that night, people taking refuge from the heat of the evening and looking to ply themselves with plenty of wine, and the company of some of the more easily swayed performers. He knew Ana wouldn’t be among one of the women who would give themselves so easily to the first man with a bit of coin. She wasn’t like that, or at least not from what he knew of her. Which he realized wasn’t all that much despite the time they had spent together.
He spotted her then, standing out from the crowd as she performed once more them. Much like the first night they had seen each other, before she disappeared from the opium den.
Much like the first night they had met, Akhenaten retreated to the same table he had sat at when she first approached him, brown eyes locked on her, staring with that same smoldering anger and lust that had fuelled his visit there that night.
A serving girl approached him and tried to ask if he wanted his usual, and he simply waved her off, eyes not leaving the entrancing woman they were locked on as he waited for her to notice him and make a move, either towards him or away. Either way, he was confronting her tonight.
"Friends, have you heard of the great prince of thieves?"
Anastasia was sitting this day, offered a drink by several of the patrons within the tavern she'd visited days before and left with the precious heir, Akhenaten. She offered a wily grin as she posed that question and her gaze flickered between the numerous faces in turn. She raised her goblet to her lips, wetting her tongue and coaxing her throat with the sweet honeyed mead that she might yet prefer to the wines she'd taken to in her days in Taengea. A soft' ah' parted her lips as an inquisitive 'no' rose above the soft music of a patron standing behind her. Truly, Anastasia loved the ambiance that her presence wrought, for so many were eager to listen and even join her in her efforts to entertain.
"No? Well, it's a tale many merchants would prefer to keep under their hat. But, this bard wrought from the sky itself... Well, she saw this dashing rogue in action in her tenure as a risen star. Now, Anastasia of the Fallen Star shares his story, as both caution and admiration for a being so utterly enraptured in the shadows of the moon."
Anastasia found her gaze circling about the tavern as the silence became palpable. In the distance, she caught sight of a very familiar face. Lo and behold, Akhenaten, whose unyielding gaze seemed to burn her with the fiery heat of the sun. She blew a kiss at the noble, but was intent on finishing her story before she did anything to approach him.
"This thief, as mentioned, is the prince of them all. Royalty born from the void and fleet as a steed. This humble starlight saw him from her perch in the heavens, whirling through the Grand Souk as the sun set. No one could see him, for the light was not in their eyes! His hands were as lightning, laying claim to jewel after jewel until his greed was satisfied. Imagine, my friends, to be so quick. Imagine, a being who could meld with shadow and strike as thunder. If I were a merchant, I'd be quite terrified," she completed. She raised a hand to brush along the nearest patron's jawline, offering a wide smile before she said,
"Unfortunately, my dear friends, it seems a friend of mine is in waiting. I'd best see him before he gets upset," she teased, more than loudly enough for Akhenaten to hear in the distance. Anastasia was light on her feet, carrying her mead and easily weaving through the tables until she sat down in the very same chair she'd began her association with Akhenaten before. However, now... there was a budding familiarity. Now, the lust in Hena's eyes was fueled with anger, and she felt a surge of pleasure to see how much her presence might have affected him. She leaned forward somewhat to breathe a low whisper only for the beautiful man in front of her to hear,
"Did you miss me, Hena? I didn't expect to see you again so soon," she added, sincerity in her tone. Truly, it was quite miraculous. This beautiful child of the sun could have whomever he wanted. It was quite a pleasure for her to see that such a person was the bard herself. She noticed that Hena was without a drink, and arched her eyebrows in surprise before she drained her own cup, intent on hailing the servant girl for another.
"What ails you, my dear?" she asked teasingly, quite certain of the answer. Her lips felt s delicate tug at their edges, upwards into a demure smile that conflicted readily with the delighted spark in her eye. She did not break her gaze from Hena's, but one hand rose to brush her sun-bleached auburn curls off to one side.
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"Friends, have you heard of the great prince of thieves?"
Anastasia was sitting this day, offered a drink by several of the patrons within the tavern she'd visited days before and left with the precious heir, Akhenaten. She offered a wily grin as she posed that question and her gaze flickered between the numerous faces in turn. She raised her goblet to her lips, wetting her tongue and coaxing her throat with the sweet honeyed mead that she might yet prefer to the wines she'd taken to in her days in Taengea. A soft' ah' parted her lips as an inquisitive 'no' rose above the soft music of a patron standing behind her. Truly, Anastasia loved the ambiance that her presence wrought, for so many were eager to listen and even join her in her efforts to entertain.
"No? Well, it's a tale many merchants would prefer to keep under their hat. But, this bard wrought from the sky itself... Well, she saw this dashing rogue in action in her tenure as a risen star. Now, Anastasia of the Fallen Star shares his story, as both caution and admiration for a being so utterly enraptured in the shadows of the moon."
Anastasia found her gaze circling about the tavern as the silence became palpable. In the distance, she caught sight of a very familiar face. Lo and behold, Akhenaten, whose unyielding gaze seemed to burn her with the fiery heat of the sun. She blew a kiss at the noble, but was intent on finishing her story before she did anything to approach him.
"This thief, as mentioned, is the prince of them all. Royalty born from the void and fleet as a steed. This humble starlight saw him from her perch in the heavens, whirling through the Grand Souk as the sun set. No one could see him, for the light was not in their eyes! His hands were as lightning, laying claim to jewel after jewel until his greed was satisfied. Imagine, my friends, to be so quick. Imagine, a being who could meld with shadow and strike as thunder. If I were a merchant, I'd be quite terrified," she completed. She raised a hand to brush along the nearest patron's jawline, offering a wide smile before she said,
"Unfortunately, my dear friends, it seems a friend of mine is in waiting. I'd best see him before he gets upset," she teased, more than loudly enough for Akhenaten to hear in the distance. Anastasia was light on her feet, carrying her mead and easily weaving through the tables until she sat down in the very same chair she'd began her association with Akhenaten before. However, now... there was a budding familiarity. Now, the lust in Hena's eyes was fueled with anger, and she felt a surge of pleasure to see how much her presence might have affected him. She leaned forward somewhat to breathe a low whisper only for the beautiful man in front of her to hear,
"Did you miss me, Hena? I didn't expect to see you again so soon," she added, sincerity in her tone. Truly, it was quite miraculous. This beautiful child of the sun could have whomever he wanted. It was quite a pleasure for her to see that such a person was the bard herself. She noticed that Hena was without a drink, and arched her eyebrows in surprise before she drained her own cup, intent on hailing the servant girl for another.
"What ails you, my dear?" she asked teasingly, quite certain of the answer. Her lips felt s delicate tug at their edges, upwards into a demure smile that conflicted readily with the delighted spark in her eye. She did not break her gaze from Hena's, but one hand rose to brush her sun-bleached auburn curls off to one side.
"Friends, have you heard of the great prince of thieves?"
Anastasia was sitting this day, offered a drink by several of the patrons within the tavern she'd visited days before and left with the precious heir, Akhenaten. She offered a wily grin as she posed that question and her gaze flickered between the numerous faces in turn. She raised her goblet to her lips, wetting her tongue and coaxing her throat with the sweet honeyed mead that she might yet prefer to the wines she'd taken to in her days in Taengea. A soft' ah' parted her lips as an inquisitive 'no' rose above the soft music of a patron standing behind her. Truly, Anastasia loved the ambiance that her presence wrought, for so many were eager to listen and even join her in her efforts to entertain.
"No? Well, it's a tale many merchants would prefer to keep under their hat. But, this bard wrought from the sky itself... Well, she saw this dashing rogue in action in her tenure as a risen star. Now, Anastasia of the Fallen Star shares his story, as both caution and admiration for a being so utterly enraptured in the shadows of the moon."
Anastasia found her gaze circling about the tavern as the silence became palpable. In the distance, she caught sight of a very familiar face. Lo and behold, Akhenaten, whose unyielding gaze seemed to burn her with the fiery heat of the sun. She blew a kiss at the noble, but was intent on finishing her story before she did anything to approach him.
"This thief, as mentioned, is the prince of them all. Royalty born from the void and fleet as a steed. This humble starlight saw him from her perch in the heavens, whirling through the Grand Souk as the sun set. No one could see him, for the light was not in their eyes! His hands were as lightning, laying claim to jewel after jewel until his greed was satisfied. Imagine, my friends, to be so quick. Imagine, a being who could meld with shadow and strike as thunder. If I were a merchant, I'd be quite terrified," she completed. She raised a hand to brush along the nearest patron's jawline, offering a wide smile before she said,
"Unfortunately, my dear friends, it seems a friend of mine is in waiting. I'd best see him before he gets upset," she teased, more than loudly enough for Akhenaten to hear in the distance. Anastasia was light on her feet, carrying her mead and easily weaving through the tables until she sat down in the very same chair she'd began her association with Akhenaten before. However, now... there was a budding familiarity. Now, the lust in Hena's eyes was fueled with anger, and she felt a surge of pleasure to see how much her presence might have affected him. She leaned forward somewhat to breathe a low whisper only for the beautiful man in front of her to hear,
"Did you miss me, Hena? I didn't expect to see you again so soon," she added, sincerity in her tone. Truly, it was quite miraculous. This beautiful child of the sun could have whomever he wanted. It was quite a pleasure for her to see that such a person was the bard herself. She noticed that Hena was without a drink, and arched her eyebrows in surprise before she drained her own cup, intent on hailing the servant girl for another.
"What ails you, my dear?" she asked teasingly, quite certain of the answer. Her lips felt s delicate tug at their edges, upwards into a demure smile that conflicted readily with the delighted spark in her eye. She did not break her gaze from Hena's, but one hand rose to brush her sun-bleached auburn curls off to one side.
Akhenaten saw her blow the kiss, and it only served to fuel his anger as he was ignored for the most part in favour of finishing what ever story she was telling. He could only catch some of the words, when her voice would swell with excitement as she spoke. The tavern goers hung on her every word, and Hena wondered if perhaps her actions with him had been to serve that exact purpose. To draw him in as her words now drew in the half intoxicated crowd that was gathered around her.
He didn’t care if she was attempting to ensnare him, he knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t a relationship. What he wanted was more carnal, more basic. He would sleep with her once, and then the woman would never see him darken her doorstep again. He lost interest after sex, he had with every woman he had been with. Once he had what he wanted, what good were they to him? She would be no different, her enchanting ways would disappear once he bedded her, he was sure of it.
He only scowled more as she loudly stated that she had better attend to him before he got even more upset. He bit his tongue and did his best to push down his anger, but a glint of the danger that lay below his beautiful exterior could be seen in his eyes. He had to get control before he did something that both of them would greatly regret. Not a single person in the tavern would attempt to step in if he lost his temper, anyone who laid hands on the heir would have his Hei to answer to.
How he wished to snap at her for the familiar way she spoke his nickname, longing to feel the back of his hand across her face, to teach her her place in front of a Lord. He was silent for a moment longer as he tried to swallow his anger down.
“Lord Akhenaten.” He said, the first words out of his mouth correcting her use of his nickname, though it was not what he had meant to say. A little bit of his anger had managed to slip out as he spoke. He paused for just a moment longer in an attempt to gather himself once more.
He wasn’t quite sure what it was he wanted to say to her. He knew it was ridiculous to just expect sex from her, but in both of their interactions, all signs had pointed to it happening and he had been disappointed both times. Now that he was actually face to face with her, he was finding it hard to do what he came here to do. In theory, confronting her had been a good idea, now that he was actually there to do it, it felt stupid.
“Come with me, now, to my bed, or lose the chance for good.” He said simply, seeing no point in beating around the bush. If she didn’t want to sleep with him, that was fine, that was her choice, but he would not follow her around like a lost puppy dog to sleep with her. Either she was interested or she wasn’t, and Hena wanted the answer once and for all, done playing games with her.
If she said she wanted him, he would take her right now back to his bed and they would spend the night together, if she did not, he would get himself a drink and another woman. He had no issues picking women up.
Which was another reason he felt it was so strange that he had even bothered to chase after this woman for this long. He never did this, there was just something about her that drew him in more than any other woman. He had no idea what it could be, it wasn’t as if she was the most beautiful woman he had seen. Sure she was beautiful, and enticing, but there was something else there.
He sat there, gaze locked on hers and waited for her answer.
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Akhenaten saw her blow the kiss, and it only served to fuel his anger as he was ignored for the most part in favour of finishing what ever story she was telling. He could only catch some of the words, when her voice would swell with excitement as she spoke. The tavern goers hung on her every word, and Hena wondered if perhaps her actions with him had been to serve that exact purpose. To draw him in as her words now drew in the half intoxicated crowd that was gathered around her.
He didn’t care if she was attempting to ensnare him, he knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t a relationship. What he wanted was more carnal, more basic. He would sleep with her once, and then the woman would never see him darken her doorstep again. He lost interest after sex, he had with every woman he had been with. Once he had what he wanted, what good were they to him? She would be no different, her enchanting ways would disappear once he bedded her, he was sure of it.
He only scowled more as she loudly stated that she had better attend to him before he got even more upset. He bit his tongue and did his best to push down his anger, but a glint of the danger that lay below his beautiful exterior could be seen in his eyes. He had to get control before he did something that both of them would greatly regret. Not a single person in the tavern would attempt to step in if he lost his temper, anyone who laid hands on the heir would have his Hei to answer to.
How he wished to snap at her for the familiar way she spoke his nickname, longing to feel the back of his hand across her face, to teach her her place in front of a Lord. He was silent for a moment longer as he tried to swallow his anger down.
“Lord Akhenaten.” He said, the first words out of his mouth correcting her use of his nickname, though it was not what he had meant to say. A little bit of his anger had managed to slip out as he spoke. He paused for just a moment longer in an attempt to gather himself once more.
He wasn’t quite sure what it was he wanted to say to her. He knew it was ridiculous to just expect sex from her, but in both of their interactions, all signs had pointed to it happening and he had been disappointed both times. Now that he was actually face to face with her, he was finding it hard to do what he came here to do. In theory, confronting her had been a good idea, now that he was actually there to do it, it felt stupid.
“Come with me, now, to my bed, or lose the chance for good.” He said simply, seeing no point in beating around the bush. If she didn’t want to sleep with him, that was fine, that was her choice, but he would not follow her around like a lost puppy dog to sleep with her. Either she was interested or she wasn’t, and Hena wanted the answer once and for all, done playing games with her.
If she said she wanted him, he would take her right now back to his bed and they would spend the night together, if she did not, he would get himself a drink and another woman. He had no issues picking women up.
Which was another reason he felt it was so strange that he had even bothered to chase after this woman for this long. He never did this, there was just something about her that drew him in more than any other woman. He had no idea what it could be, it wasn’t as if she was the most beautiful woman he had seen. Sure she was beautiful, and enticing, but there was something else there.
He sat there, gaze locked on hers and waited for her answer.
Akhenaten saw her blow the kiss, and it only served to fuel his anger as he was ignored for the most part in favour of finishing what ever story she was telling. He could only catch some of the words, when her voice would swell with excitement as she spoke. The tavern goers hung on her every word, and Hena wondered if perhaps her actions with him had been to serve that exact purpose. To draw him in as her words now drew in the half intoxicated crowd that was gathered around her.
He didn’t care if she was attempting to ensnare him, he knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t a relationship. What he wanted was more carnal, more basic. He would sleep with her once, and then the woman would never see him darken her doorstep again. He lost interest after sex, he had with every woman he had been with. Once he had what he wanted, what good were they to him? She would be no different, her enchanting ways would disappear once he bedded her, he was sure of it.
He only scowled more as she loudly stated that she had better attend to him before he got even more upset. He bit his tongue and did his best to push down his anger, but a glint of the danger that lay below his beautiful exterior could be seen in his eyes. He had to get control before he did something that both of them would greatly regret. Not a single person in the tavern would attempt to step in if he lost his temper, anyone who laid hands on the heir would have his Hei to answer to.
How he wished to snap at her for the familiar way she spoke his nickname, longing to feel the back of his hand across her face, to teach her her place in front of a Lord. He was silent for a moment longer as he tried to swallow his anger down.
“Lord Akhenaten.” He said, the first words out of his mouth correcting her use of his nickname, though it was not what he had meant to say. A little bit of his anger had managed to slip out as he spoke. He paused for just a moment longer in an attempt to gather himself once more.
He wasn’t quite sure what it was he wanted to say to her. He knew it was ridiculous to just expect sex from her, but in both of their interactions, all signs had pointed to it happening and he had been disappointed both times. Now that he was actually face to face with her, he was finding it hard to do what he came here to do. In theory, confronting her had been a good idea, now that he was actually there to do it, it felt stupid.
“Come with me, now, to my bed, or lose the chance for good.” He said simply, seeing no point in beating around the bush. If she didn’t want to sleep with him, that was fine, that was her choice, but he would not follow her around like a lost puppy dog to sleep with her. Either she was interested or she wasn’t, and Hena wanted the answer once and for all, done playing games with her.
If she said she wanted him, he would take her right now back to his bed and they would spend the night together, if she did not, he would get himself a drink and another woman. He had no issues picking women up.
Which was another reason he felt it was so strange that he had even bothered to chase after this woman for this long. He never did this, there was just something about her that drew him in more than any other woman. He had no idea what it could be, it wasn’t as if she was the most beautiful woman he had seen. Sure she was beautiful, and enticing, but there was something else there.
He sat there, gaze locked on hers and waited for her answer.
Anastasia of the Fallen Star and Akhenaten H'Sheifa shared some things in common, but little could be compared of them aside from their mutual distaste for relationships. There was a need, not simple desire, for Ana to remain unbound. She'd known her life of commitment, and it was one of atrocity left buried by the tide of time's passage. Deeper and deeper those memories dragged towards the depths, and the bard who deemed herself a fallen star sought to keep that reality the way it was. Where once Calliope had been a caged bird, now she was the fabled phoenix, bathed in the fires of resurrection. She reveled in that fact, and it spilled into her every word as she recounted her fables and spun herself towards the waiting H'Sheifa.
Of course, Ana was going to tease Hena. He had the look and aura of entitlement about him, as if the bard need hang on his every word and laud him with the endless praises that he felt he needed. Of course, Ana was content to praise him, for Hena certainly was worthy of praise. But, she owed him nothing and toyed with him so that he was certain of the fact. Then, he corrected her again. Anger slipped into his tones and Ana couldn't help but be somewhat endeared by the fact of it. He seemed agitated and by the look of him, he was sober. Not once in their times together had Ana truly believed the lord to be sober. He'd proven his affinities for liqueur and opium, and she wondered if the pulls were stronger than the one that desire wrought.
It seemed, however, that she was mistaken. After all, why else would Hena be in front of her, agitated and without drink? Did the thought of her haunt him in the night, a sweet promise as of yet unfulfilled? Anastasia appraised the lord as he seemed to hesitate in his speaking, but she did not seek to fill the silence. No, she was enthralled, curious to know exactly what it was the noble wanted of her. Then, at last, he said it. There was no preamble nor any sugarcoating his words. He stated his desire and the underlying threat of him no longer being available to her if she refused. Anastasia licked her lips, musing on his words for a brief moment. Truly, it was a delectable thing, to be coveted. But, did Hena believe that one time would be enough? That right now would be sufficient? Anastasia wondered in his motivations and she was fully aware of the fact that she'd have no answer without accepting the crude invitation.
Anastasia rose to her feet in a languid motion, throwing herself forward with a quick twirl so that she landed in Akhenaten's lap. Her back pressed into the lord's chest, her arms shifting so that he enshrouded her in his embrace. Lips pressed into each of the lord's wrists before she sought to turn her head and claim a chaste kiss from him. Against those lips of his, she let a low whisper, sultry tunes suffused into her naturally musical voice,
"Take me, Lord Akhenaten. Wherever it is you wish to go. Your bed, the alleyway, my suite. Carry me off to your fantasies and let them be made into reality," she teased him. One hand unfurled from his shoulder to slide between the space of their bodies. Delicate fingertips moved along his throat, to his chest, then slid against his pelvis before her grasp caught exactly what it was she was seeking. She winked at the lord before she added,
"With haste. We don't have all day... Or do we?"
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Anastasia of the Fallen Star and Akhenaten H'Sheifa shared some things in common, but little could be compared of them aside from their mutual distaste for relationships. There was a need, not simple desire, for Ana to remain unbound. She'd known her life of commitment, and it was one of atrocity left buried by the tide of time's passage. Deeper and deeper those memories dragged towards the depths, and the bard who deemed herself a fallen star sought to keep that reality the way it was. Where once Calliope had been a caged bird, now she was the fabled phoenix, bathed in the fires of resurrection. She reveled in that fact, and it spilled into her every word as she recounted her fables and spun herself towards the waiting H'Sheifa.
Of course, Ana was going to tease Hena. He had the look and aura of entitlement about him, as if the bard need hang on his every word and laud him with the endless praises that he felt he needed. Of course, Ana was content to praise him, for Hena certainly was worthy of praise. But, she owed him nothing and toyed with him so that he was certain of the fact. Then, he corrected her again. Anger slipped into his tones and Ana couldn't help but be somewhat endeared by the fact of it. He seemed agitated and by the look of him, he was sober. Not once in their times together had Ana truly believed the lord to be sober. He'd proven his affinities for liqueur and opium, and she wondered if the pulls were stronger than the one that desire wrought.
It seemed, however, that she was mistaken. After all, why else would Hena be in front of her, agitated and without drink? Did the thought of her haunt him in the night, a sweet promise as of yet unfulfilled? Anastasia appraised the lord as he seemed to hesitate in his speaking, but she did not seek to fill the silence. No, she was enthralled, curious to know exactly what it was the noble wanted of her. Then, at last, he said it. There was no preamble nor any sugarcoating his words. He stated his desire and the underlying threat of him no longer being available to her if she refused. Anastasia licked her lips, musing on his words for a brief moment. Truly, it was a delectable thing, to be coveted. But, did Hena believe that one time would be enough? That right now would be sufficient? Anastasia wondered in his motivations and she was fully aware of the fact that she'd have no answer without accepting the crude invitation.
Anastasia rose to her feet in a languid motion, throwing herself forward with a quick twirl so that she landed in Akhenaten's lap. Her back pressed into the lord's chest, her arms shifting so that he enshrouded her in his embrace. Lips pressed into each of the lord's wrists before she sought to turn her head and claim a chaste kiss from him. Against those lips of his, she let a low whisper, sultry tunes suffused into her naturally musical voice,
"Take me, Lord Akhenaten. Wherever it is you wish to go. Your bed, the alleyway, my suite. Carry me off to your fantasies and let them be made into reality," she teased him. One hand unfurled from his shoulder to slide between the space of their bodies. Delicate fingertips moved along his throat, to his chest, then slid against his pelvis before her grasp caught exactly what it was she was seeking. She winked at the lord before she added,
"With haste. We don't have all day... Or do we?"
Anastasia of the Fallen Star and Akhenaten H'Sheifa shared some things in common, but little could be compared of them aside from their mutual distaste for relationships. There was a need, not simple desire, for Ana to remain unbound. She'd known her life of commitment, and it was one of atrocity left buried by the tide of time's passage. Deeper and deeper those memories dragged towards the depths, and the bard who deemed herself a fallen star sought to keep that reality the way it was. Where once Calliope had been a caged bird, now she was the fabled phoenix, bathed in the fires of resurrection. She reveled in that fact, and it spilled into her every word as she recounted her fables and spun herself towards the waiting H'Sheifa.
Of course, Ana was going to tease Hena. He had the look and aura of entitlement about him, as if the bard need hang on his every word and laud him with the endless praises that he felt he needed. Of course, Ana was content to praise him, for Hena certainly was worthy of praise. But, she owed him nothing and toyed with him so that he was certain of the fact. Then, he corrected her again. Anger slipped into his tones and Ana couldn't help but be somewhat endeared by the fact of it. He seemed agitated and by the look of him, he was sober. Not once in their times together had Ana truly believed the lord to be sober. He'd proven his affinities for liqueur and opium, and she wondered if the pulls were stronger than the one that desire wrought.
It seemed, however, that she was mistaken. After all, why else would Hena be in front of her, agitated and without drink? Did the thought of her haunt him in the night, a sweet promise as of yet unfulfilled? Anastasia appraised the lord as he seemed to hesitate in his speaking, but she did not seek to fill the silence. No, she was enthralled, curious to know exactly what it was the noble wanted of her. Then, at last, he said it. There was no preamble nor any sugarcoating his words. He stated his desire and the underlying threat of him no longer being available to her if she refused. Anastasia licked her lips, musing on his words for a brief moment. Truly, it was a delectable thing, to be coveted. But, did Hena believe that one time would be enough? That right now would be sufficient? Anastasia wondered in his motivations and she was fully aware of the fact that she'd have no answer without accepting the crude invitation.
Anastasia rose to her feet in a languid motion, throwing herself forward with a quick twirl so that she landed in Akhenaten's lap. Her back pressed into the lord's chest, her arms shifting so that he enshrouded her in his embrace. Lips pressed into each of the lord's wrists before she sought to turn her head and claim a chaste kiss from him. Against those lips of his, she let a low whisper, sultry tunes suffused into her naturally musical voice,
"Take me, Lord Akhenaten. Wherever it is you wish to go. Your bed, the alleyway, my suite. Carry me off to your fantasies and let them be made into reality," she teased him. One hand unfurled from his shoulder to slide between the space of their bodies. Delicate fingertips moved along his throat, to his chest, then slid against his pelvis before her grasp caught exactly what it was she was seeking. She winked at the lord before she added,
"With haste. We don't have all day... Or do we?"
Akhenaten hated the pull she had over him, the fact that he had even come back here at all was a sign that she had a small power over him. He could have plenty of other women, and they would be much easier than chasing this foreigner around, and yet here he was, sitting angrily in this tavern and waiting for her to speak to him. He had no idea what had come over him, all of this was so unlike the Lord. He thought perhaps it was just the stress of his new title of heir that had gotten to him.
He knew that one quick romp with this woman and it would be done, and he could move on and forget about the bard, as he did with every woman he took into his bed. It was rare for him to lay with the same woman twice. He couldn’t help but wonder if she thought more would happen beyond that night. Not that it was a subject he was going to bring up. He thought his intentions towards her had been made clear.
He was once again surprised by the woman as her hand slide down his body, she seemed unashamed of touching him in public, and he couldn’t help but feel his anger slightly cooled by her bold move once more. She had a way of keeping him on his toes so far, her confidence all but making up for any lack of beauty. She was beautiful in her own way, but not the most beautiful woman he had seen. Her personality well made up for that, endearing him to the woman more than he cared to admit.
He pushed her hand away and instead took it in his, standing up he pulled her to her feet as well.
“I am a Lord, I do not fuck in some alleyway.” He scoffed, instead he led her towards the door of the tavern, her hand still in his as he did so. He intended to go straight back to the house that his family owned in Cairo, refusing to let anything distract them on their way. He would not make the mistake of allowing her to indulge in opium or wine again, at least not until they made it back to his house, lest he lose her again to the intoxication.
“So, where is it that your opium addled mind led you? It must have been some where much better than my arms.” He asked, though he truly didn’t blame her for wandering off, as much as it annoyed him. Opium had a way of taking over one’s mind completely, and if she had never experienced it before, it would be all too easy to allow it to guide her away from him.
“I should warn you, upon entering the courtyard, we must be quiet. Should my mother or father find you in my company, they would seek to ruin our enjoyment of the night.” He said, knowing that neither of his parents would enjoy seeing him with a foreign woman, one who held no title or noble blood.
They were set on him marrying soon and elevating their family further in doing so. Along with providing heirs of his own. Hena wasn’t keen on the idea of marriage, nor children, though he knew both would have to happen, especially now that he was heir.
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Akhenaten hated the pull she had over him, the fact that he had even come back here at all was a sign that she had a small power over him. He could have plenty of other women, and they would be much easier than chasing this foreigner around, and yet here he was, sitting angrily in this tavern and waiting for her to speak to him. He had no idea what had come over him, all of this was so unlike the Lord. He thought perhaps it was just the stress of his new title of heir that had gotten to him.
He knew that one quick romp with this woman and it would be done, and he could move on and forget about the bard, as he did with every woman he took into his bed. It was rare for him to lay with the same woman twice. He couldn’t help but wonder if she thought more would happen beyond that night. Not that it was a subject he was going to bring up. He thought his intentions towards her had been made clear.
He was once again surprised by the woman as her hand slide down his body, she seemed unashamed of touching him in public, and he couldn’t help but feel his anger slightly cooled by her bold move once more. She had a way of keeping him on his toes so far, her confidence all but making up for any lack of beauty. She was beautiful in her own way, but not the most beautiful woman he had seen. Her personality well made up for that, endearing him to the woman more than he cared to admit.
He pushed her hand away and instead took it in his, standing up he pulled her to her feet as well.
“I am a Lord, I do not fuck in some alleyway.” He scoffed, instead he led her towards the door of the tavern, her hand still in his as he did so. He intended to go straight back to the house that his family owned in Cairo, refusing to let anything distract them on their way. He would not make the mistake of allowing her to indulge in opium or wine again, at least not until they made it back to his house, lest he lose her again to the intoxication.
“So, where is it that your opium addled mind led you? It must have been some where much better than my arms.” He asked, though he truly didn’t blame her for wandering off, as much as it annoyed him. Opium had a way of taking over one’s mind completely, and if she had never experienced it before, it would be all too easy to allow it to guide her away from him.
“I should warn you, upon entering the courtyard, we must be quiet. Should my mother or father find you in my company, they would seek to ruin our enjoyment of the night.” He said, knowing that neither of his parents would enjoy seeing him with a foreign woman, one who held no title or noble blood.
They were set on him marrying soon and elevating their family further in doing so. Along with providing heirs of his own. Hena wasn’t keen on the idea of marriage, nor children, though he knew both would have to happen, especially now that he was heir.
Akhenaten hated the pull she had over him, the fact that he had even come back here at all was a sign that she had a small power over him. He could have plenty of other women, and they would be much easier than chasing this foreigner around, and yet here he was, sitting angrily in this tavern and waiting for her to speak to him. He had no idea what had come over him, all of this was so unlike the Lord. He thought perhaps it was just the stress of his new title of heir that had gotten to him.
He knew that one quick romp with this woman and it would be done, and he could move on and forget about the bard, as he did with every woman he took into his bed. It was rare for him to lay with the same woman twice. He couldn’t help but wonder if she thought more would happen beyond that night. Not that it was a subject he was going to bring up. He thought his intentions towards her had been made clear.
He was once again surprised by the woman as her hand slide down his body, she seemed unashamed of touching him in public, and he couldn’t help but feel his anger slightly cooled by her bold move once more. She had a way of keeping him on his toes so far, her confidence all but making up for any lack of beauty. She was beautiful in her own way, but not the most beautiful woman he had seen. Her personality well made up for that, endearing him to the woman more than he cared to admit.
He pushed her hand away and instead took it in his, standing up he pulled her to her feet as well.
“I am a Lord, I do not fuck in some alleyway.” He scoffed, instead he led her towards the door of the tavern, her hand still in his as he did so. He intended to go straight back to the house that his family owned in Cairo, refusing to let anything distract them on their way. He would not make the mistake of allowing her to indulge in opium or wine again, at least not until they made it back to his house, lest he lose her again to the intoxication.
“So, where is it that your opium addled mind led you? It must have been some where much better than my arms.” He asked, though he truly didn’t blame her for wandering off, as much as it annoyed him. Opium had a way of taking over one’s mind completely, and if she had never experienced it before, it would be all too easy to allow it to guide her away from him.
“I should warn you, upon entering the courtyard, we must be quiet. Should my mother or father find you in my company, they would seek to ruin our enjoyment of the night.” He said, knowing that neither of his parents would enjoy seeing him with a foreign woman, one who held no title or noble blood.
They were set on him marrying soon and elevating their family further in doing so. Along with providing heirs of his own. Hena wasn’t keen on the idea of marriage, nor children, though he knew both would have to happen, especially now that he was heir.
'I am a Lord, I do not fuck in some alleyway,' was the very first thing he answered her with, and the soft laughter that escaped her lips was met with the woman pulling their hands that were joined together to her mouth.
"I'm pleased to hear that. I'll greatly enjoy having you in your bed."
She pressed a kiss to his fingertips, silencing her mellifluous laughter until he brought the both of them to their feet and walked off with her. This time, Anastasia of the Fallen Star was fully in control of her faculties, and the reminder of her loss of control and the opportunity to take this exquisite Egyptian lord as a conquest was brought up immediately afterwards. She narrowed her eyes as she drifted into thought, considering how best to answer her question.
"I went... everywhere and yet, nowhere at all. I woke up in my own suite and I have no idea how I got there. You seemed so... comfortable in your moment of sleep and I was remiss to interrupt you. I wandered off and thought I'd be back and yet... I didn't? The opium kick is a fascinating sensation," she mustered as she followed him through to the courtyard of his family manor. An easy smile caught upon her lips just as her gaze wandered in easy admiration of the opulence with which Akhenaten H'Sheifa lived in. It was a simple thing to be jealous, but Anastasia couldn't bring such a feeling to come to her. Nobles were bound to rules of being and a life beyond the opulence that they enjoyed... Neither were in Ana's best interest to possess.
Instead, she was content to wander to and fro, to exist with the benefits of the lifestyle she led, but with none of the ties that held her in one place. She'd lived in one home for the lion's share of her life, and lived in it in anger and resentment. Then, she was bound and enslaved in another. No, Anastasia of the Fallen Star was liberated in her anonymity, and she relished instead in the company she was given to instead of holding any sort of jealousy for all of what Akhenaten had. When it was time for her to answer, she drew closer to Akhenaten, bringing her fingers to his lips before she said,
"Then be quiet, my dear." Her words were a brushed whisper against his earlobe, her lips taking it between them for a single, playful gesture before she said, "And lead me with haste. I can be as silent or as loud as you need me to be," she offered as one final utterance before they took to a quicker pace. Ana and Hena moved together towards his bedroom, and she released his hand once they arrived. The woman adjusted the gown she wore, letting the fabric part just enough to expose the subtle curves of her breasts should Hena look in her direction. She let down her hair as well, having worn it up all the way through. She spun her head, letting the tresses fall to her left side just as she circled around to meet Akhenaten's gaze.
"Where will you have me, my lord?" she offered, inclining her head in the subtlest of bows as she awaited his verdict.
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'I am a Lord, I do not fuck in some alleyway,' was the very first thing he answered her with, and the soft laughter that escaped her lips was met with the woman pulling their hands that were joined together to her mouth.
"I'm pleased to hear that. I'll greatly enjoy having you in your bed."
She pressed a kiss to his fingertips, silencing her mellifluous laughter until he brought the both of them to their feet and walked off with her. This time, Anastasia of the Fallen Star was fully in control of her faculties, and the reminder of her loss of control and the opportunity to take this exquisite Egyptian lord as a conquest was brought up immediately afterwards. She narrowed her eyes as she drifted into thought, considering how best to answer her question.
"I went... everywhere and yet, nowhere at all. I woke up in my own suite and I have no idea how I got there. You seemed so... comfortable in your moment of sleep and I was remiss to interrupt you. I wandered off and thought I'd be back and yet... I didn't? The opium kick is a fascinating sensation," she mustered as she followed him through to the courtyard of his family manor. An easy smile caught upon her lips just as her gaze wandered in easy admiration of the opulence with which Akhenaten H'Sheifa lived in. It was a simple thing to be jealous, but Anastasia couldn't bring such a feeling to come to her. Nobles were bound to rules of being and a life beyond the opulence that they enjoyed... Neither were in Ana's best interest to possess.
Instead, she was content to wander to and fro, to exist with the benefits of the lifestyle she led, but with none of the ties that held her in one place. She'd lived in one home for the lion's share of her life, and lived in it in anger and resentment. Then, she was bound and enslaved in another. No, Anastasia of the Fallen Star was liberated in her anonymity, and she relished instead in the company she was given to instead of holding any sort of jealousy for all of what Akhenaten had. When it was time for her to answer, she drew closer to Akhenaten, bringing her fingers to his lips before she said,
"Then be quiet, my dear." Her words were a brushed whisper against his earlobe, her lips taking it between them for a single, playful gesture before she said, "And lead me with haste. I can be as silent or as loud as you need me to be," she offered as one final utterance before they took to a quicker pace. Ana and Hena moved together towards his bedroom, and she released his hand once they arrived. The woman adjusted the gown she wore, letting the fabric part just enough to expose the subtle curves of her breasts should Hena look in her direction. She let down her hair as well, having worn it up all the way through. She spun her head, letting the tresses fall to her left side just as she circled around to meet Akhenaten's gaze.
"Where will you have me, my lord?" she offered, inclining her head in the subtlest of bows as she awaited his verdict.
'I am a Lord, I do not fuck in some alleyway,' was the very first thing he answered her with, and the soft laughter that escaped her lips was met with the woman pulling their hands that were joined together to her mouth.
"I'm pleased to hear that. I'll greatly enjoy having you in your bed."
She pressed a kiss to his fingertips, silencing her mellifluous laughter until he brought the both of them to their feet and walked off with her. This time, Anastasia of the Fallen Star was fully in control of her faculties, and the reminder of her loss of control and the opportunity to take this exquisite Egyptian lord as a conquest was brought up immediately afterwards. She narrowed her eyes as she drifted into thought, considering how best to answer her question.
"I went... everywhere and yet, nowhere at all. I woke up in my own suite and I have no idea how I got there. You seemed so... comfortable in your moment of sleep and I was remiss to interrupt you. I wandered off and thought I'd be back and yet... I didn't? The opium kick is a fascinating sensation," she mustered as she followed him through to the courtyard of his family manor. An easy smile caught upon her lips just as her gaze wandered in easy admiration of the opulence with which Akhenaten H'Sheifa lived in. It was a simple thing to be jealous, but Anastasia couldn't bring such a feeling to come to her. Nobles were bound to rules of being and a life beyond the opulence that they enjoyed... Neither were in Ana's best interest to possess.
Instead, she was content to wander to and fro, to exist with the benefits of the lifestyle she led, but with none of the ties that held her in one place. She'd lived in one home for the lion's share of her life, and lived in it in anger and resentment. Then, she was bound and enslaved in another. No, Anastasia of the Fallen Star was liberated in her anonymity, and she relished instead in the company she was given to instead of holding any sort of jealousy for all of what Akhenaten had. When it was time for her to answer, she drew closer to Akhenaten, bringing her fingers to his lips before she said,
"Then be quiet, my dear." Her words were a brushed whisper against his earlobe, her lips taking it between them for a single, playful gesture before she said, "And lead me with haste. I can be as silent or as loud as you need me to be," she offered as one final utterance before they took to a quicker pace. Ana and Hena moved together towards his bedroom, and she released his hand once they arrived. The woman adjusted the gown she wore, letting the fabric part just enough to expose the subtle curves of her breasts should Hena look in her direction. She let down her hair as well, having worn it up all the way through. She spun her head, letting the tresses fall to her left side just as she circled around to meet Akhenaten's gaze.
"Where will you have me, my lord?" she offered, inclining her head in the subtlest of bows as she awaited his verdict.
He grinned a little as he listened to her talk of her opium trip. He could remember the feeling the first time he had been high, though not clearly. He had no idea what he did, but he could remember the blissful feeling of being high. A feeling that he had felt many many times since then. And one he planned on feeling many many times again.
When they arrived in his room, he closed the door behind then before turning to look at Ana, her hair now down and over her shoulder. He swallowed a bit heavily, she was absolutely gorgeous and he couldn’t deny that. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that drew him to her so much, but there was something. Despite her not being the most curvaceous or beautiful woman he had ever seen, there was a draw beyond that.
He didn’t answer her, instead he reached down to undo the belt that held his shendt to his hips, the piece of cloth falling to the floor, he dropped the belt along with it. He now stood totally naked in front of her, save for the pieces of jewelry that still adorned him.
He stepped forward and grabbed her hips, pushing her back towards the bed. When the back of her knees hit the bed, he pushed her back onto it before climbing on top of her. He pushed her legs apart so that he could be between them, for the moment he just leaned down to press a rough kiss to her lips, one hand moving to tangle in her hair and give it a little tug as he did so. He wasn’t in a rush, now that he finally had her in his bed, he was going to take his time and savour her company.
He bit her bottom lip a little before pulling away, he pulled back just enough to slide his hands down her body. He gripped the bottom hem of her dress, and shifted them both so he could pull the dress off over her head. He tossed it aside to join his own clothing on the floor before he dipped back down to kiss her, their bare skin pressed together as he enjoyed the fire in the feeling.
He pressed close, wishing to get as close to her as he could for the moment, not quite willing to get things fully started yet.
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He grinned a little as he listened to her talk of her opium trip. He could remember the feeling the first time he had been high, though not clearly. He had no idea what he did, but he could remember the blissful feeling of being high. A feeling that he had felt many many times since then. And one he planned on feeling many many times again.
When they arrived in his room, he closed the door behind then before turning to look at Ana, her hair now down and over her shoulder. He swallowed a bit heavily, she was absolutely gorgeous and he couldn’t deny that. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that drew him to her so much, but there was something. Despite her not being the most curvaceous or beautiful woman he had ever seen, there was a draw beyond that.
He didn’t answer her, instead he reached down to undo the belt that held his shendt to his hips, the piece of cloth falling to the floor, he dropped the belt along with it. He now stood totally naked in front of her, save for the pieces of jewelry that still adorned him.
He stepped forward and grabbed her hips, pushing her back towards the bed. When the back of her knees hit the bed, he pushed her back onto it before climbing on top of her. He pushed her legs apart so that he could be between them, for the moment he just leaned down to press a rough kiss to her lips, one hand moving to tangle in her hair and give it a little tug as he did so. He wasn’t in a rush, now that he finally had her in his bed, he was going to take his time and savour her company.
He bit her bottom lip a little before pulling away, he pulled back just enough to slide his hands down her body. He gripped the bottom hem of her dress, and shifted them both so he could pull the dress off over her head. He tossed it aside to join his own clothing on the floor before he dipped back down to kiss her, their bare skin pressed together as he enjoyed the fire in the feeling.
He pressed close, wishing to get as close to her as he could for the moment, not quite willing to get things fully started yet.
He grinned a little as he listened to her talk of her opium trip. He could remember the feeling the first time he had been high, though not clearly. He had no idea what he did, but he could remember the blissful feeling of being high. A feeling that he had felt many many times since then. And one he planned on feeling many many times again.
When they arrived in his room, he closed the door behind then before turning to look at Ana, her hair now down and over her shoulder. He swallowed a bit heavily, she was absolutely gorgeous and he couldn’t deny that. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that drew him to her so much, but there was something. Despite her not being the most curvaceous or beautiful woman he had ever seen, there was a draw beyond that.
He didn’t answer her, instead he reached down to undo the belt that held his shendt to his hips, the piece of cloth falling to the floor, he dropped the belt along with it. He now stood totally naked in front of her, save for the pieces of jewelry that still adorned him.
He stepped forward and grabbed her hips, pushing her back towards the bed. When the back of her knees hit the bed, he pushed her back onto it before climbing on top of her. He pushed her legs apart so that he could be between them, for the moment he just leaned down to press a rough kiss to her lips, one hand moving to tangle in her hair and give it a little tug as he did so. He wasn’t in a rush, now that he finally had her in his bed, he was going to take his time and savour her company.
He bit her bottom lip a little before pulling away, he pulled back just enough to slide his hands down her body. He gripped the bottom hem of her dress, and shifted them both so he could pull the dress off over her head. He tossed it aside to join his own clothing on the floor before he dipped back down to kiss her, their bare skin pressed together as he enjoyed the fire in the feeling.
He pressed close, wishing to get as close to her as he could for the moment, not quite willing to get things fully started yet.
Desire was a powerful thing.
Anastasia was prowler, bard and lover meshed into one being, but regardless of the mask she wore in any particular instance, the fascination with opulence was something she couldn't hide. Her own suite was a beautiful thing, but completely forgotten in the excess that was Akhenaten's home. Ana wouldn't consider her poor by any stretch of definition, but when she compared her means to Hena's, she was truly astounded by just how far the rift between commoner and nobility truly was. She couldn't help the curl of her toes as the feverish desire ruled over her motions, the moment that Akhenaten H'Sheifa bared himself to her had the woman biting her lip at the figure of a man for the first time in years.
Often enough, Anastasia was drawn to the subtle curves of a woman's body, and deprived as she was of either in her stay within Egypt, she let herself be grabbed and pushed back towards the bed with anything but resistance. Her knees pressed into the back of the bed, and rather than touch Hena himself just yet. Rather, she was perfectly content in letting the lord do as he pleased with her, reverance in her motions as her fingertips danced along his arms, as her lips sought access to the flesh of his jawline and ghosted against his neck. As he pried her legs apart, a flicker of a groan escaped her lips, the sound a lifted mark of sensation as her gaze roamed alongthe breadth of her form in admiration both of the man's body and the jewelry he still wore on it.
Then, he met her lips in a kiss, and the moan that pulled at her muffled against his. The bard curled an arm about Hena's waist, letting her nails drag along the flesh of his back as her lips sought to part his own. She entwined her tongue with his own, shivers coursing along the breadth of her body as he shifted his digits into her hair and tugged at the tresses. His motions weren't particularly gentle, from the fervor in his kiss to the way he handled her body. But, she was both accustomed to the treatment and particularly inclined towards it. The Egyptian lord seemed anything but in a rush, hovering over her as a lion about to partake in his meal.
She relished in the attention, her hazel eyes given to a particular smoulder to them as he stripped off her dress and threw it to the ground. Unceremoniously, their clothes pooled together just as their bodies did a moment later, as Ana fell back against the bed she basked in the warmth of his body pressed against hers. For just how fervent Hena had been in claiming her, how petulant he'd been in trying to garner her attention in the tavern, and how possessive his words had been... He was gentler than she expected. She felt a surge of affection for the man, perhaps misplaced, but all too welcome well within her thoughts. Anastasia felt something... something she wasn't sure about as she claimed his lips anew, as her nails dragged along the path of his spine.
As Anastasia of the Fallen Star moan muffled against Hena's lips, she wasn't sure just how deeply these feelings stirred. Fear, desire, affection... The sensations mingled together as a pool of sensation as she raised one hand to keep his gaze trained on her face and away from the imperfections that Alector of Athenia had once engraved into her form.
"Hena..." she moaned softly, keenly aware of the nickname and how he'd corrected her use of it before. She took to a crooning tone just as she brushed her lips against his earlobe. She repeated the name, not once, but twice as her breasts brushed against his chest, her body craving the sensation of him pressed up against it.
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Desire was a powerful thing.
Anastasia was prowler, bard and lover meshed into one being, but regardless of the mask she wore in any particular instance, the fascination with opulence was something she couldn't hide. Her own suite was a beautiful thing, but completely forgotten in the excess that was Akhenaten's home. Ana wouldn't consider her poor by any stretch of definition, but when she compared her means to Hena's, she was truly astounded by just how far the rift between commoner and nobility truly was. She couldn't help the curl of her toes as the feverish desire ruled over her motions, the moment that Akhenaten H'Sheifa bared himself to her had the woman biting her lip at the figure of a man for the first time in years.
Often enough, Anastasia was drawn to the subtle curves of a woman's body, and deprived as she was of either in her stay within Egypt, she let herself be grabbed and pushed back towards the bed with anything but resistance. Her knees pressed into the back of the bed, and rather than touch Hena himself just yet. Rather, she was perfectly content in letting the lord do as he pleased with her, reverance in her motions as her fingertips danced along his arms, as her lips sought access to the flesh of his jawline and ghosted against his neck. As he pried her legs apart, a flicker of a groan escaped her lips, the sound a lifted mark of sensation as her gaze roamed alongthe breadth of her form in admiration both of the man's body and the jewelry he still wore on it.
Then, he met her lips in a kiss, and the moan that pulled at her muffled against his. The bard curled an arm about Hena's waist, letting her nails drag along the flesh of his back as her lips sought to part his own. She entwined her tongue with his own, shivers coursing along the breadth of her body as he shifted his digits into her hair and tugged at the tresses. His motions weren't particularly gentle, from the fervor in his kiss to the way he handled her body. But, she was both accustomed to the treatment and particularly inclined towards it. The Egyptian lord seemed anything but in a rush, hovering over her as a lion about to partake in his meal.
She relished in the attention, her hazel eyes given to a particular smoulder to them as he stripped off her dress and threw it to the ground. Unceremoniously, their clothes pooled together just as their bodies did a moment later, as Ana fell back against the bed she basked in the warmth of his body pressed against hers. For just how fervent Hena had been in claiming her, how petulant he'd been in trying to garner her attention in the tavern, and how possessive his words had been... He was gentler than she expected. She felt a surge of affection for the man, perhaps misplaced, but all too welcome well within her thoughts. Anastasia felt something... something she wasn't sure about as she claimed his lips anew, as her nails dragged along the path of his spine.
As Anastasia of the Fallen Star moan muffled against Hena's lips, she wasn't sure just how deeply these feelings stirred. Fear, desire, affection... The sensations mingled together as a pool of sensation as she raised one hand to keep his gaze trained on her face and away from the imperfections that Alector of Athenia had once engraved into her form.
"Hena..." she moaned softly, keenly aware of the nickname and how he'd corrected her use of it before. She took to a crooning tone just as she brushed her lips against his earlobe. She repeated the name, not once, but twice as her breasts brushed against his chest, her body craving the sensation of him pressed up against it.
Desire was a powerful thing.
Anastasia was prowler, bard and lover meshed into one being, but regardless of the mask she wore in any particular instance, the fascination with opulence was something she couldn't hide. Her own suite was a beautiful thing, but completely forgotten in the excess that was Akhenaten's home. Ana wouldn't consider her poor by any stretch of definition, but when she compared her means to Hena's, she was truly astounded by just how far the rift between commoner and nobility truly was. She couldn't help the curl of her toes as the feverish desire ruled over her motions, the moment that Akhenaten H'Sheifa bared himself to her had the woman biting her lip at the figure of a man for the first time in years.
Often enough, Anastasia was drawn to the subtle curves of a woman's body, and deprived as she was of either in her stay within Egypt, she let herself be grabbed and pushed back towards the bed with anything but resistance. Her knees pressed into the back of the bed, and rather than touch Hena himself just yet. Rather, she was perfectly content in letting the lord do as he pleased with her, reverance in her motions as her fingertips danced along his arms, as her lips sought access to the flesh of his jawline and ghosted against his neck. As he pried her legs apart, a flicker of a groan escaped her lips, the sound a lifted mark of sensation as her gaze roamed alongthe breadth of her form in admiration both of the man's body and the jewelry he still wore on it.
Then, he met her lips in a kiss, and the moan that pulled at her muffled against his. The bard curled an arm about Hena's waist, letting her nails drag along the flesh of his back as her lips sought to part his own. She entwined her tongue with his own, shivers coursing along the breadth of her body as he shifted his digits into her hair and tugged at the tresses. His motions weren't particularly gentle, from the fervor in his kiss to the way he handled her body. But, she was both accustomed to the treatment and particularly inclined towards it. The Egyptian lord seemed anything but in a rush, hovering over her as a lion about to partake in his meal.
She relished in the attention, her hazel eyes given to a particular smoulder to them as he stripped off her dress and threw it to the ground. Unceremoniously, their clothes pooled together just as their bodies did a moment later, as Ana fell back against the bed she basked in the warmth of his body pressed against hers. For just how fervent Hena had been in claiming her, how petulant he'd been in trying to garner her attention in the tavern, and how possessive his words had been... He was gentler than she expected. She felt a surge of affection for the man, perhaps misplaced, but all too welcome well within her thoughts. Anastasia felt something... something she wasn't sure about as she claimed his lips anew, as her nails dragged along the path of his spine.
As Anastasia of the Fallen Star moan muffled against Hena's lips, she wasn't sure just how deeply these feelings stirred. Fear, desire, affection... The sensations mingled together as a pool of sensation as she raised one hand to keep his gaze trained on her face and away from the imperfections that Alector of Athenia had once engraved into her form.
"Hena..." she moaned softly, keenly aware of the nickname and how he'd corrected her use of it before. She took to a crooning tone just as she brushed her lips against his earlobe. She repeated the name, not once, but twice as her breasts brushed against his chest, her body craving the sensation of him pressed up against it.
Akhenaten enjoyed the feeling of her nails as she dug them lightly into his skin and trailed them along his back. He wasn’t an overly rough lover most of the time, typically he was the slightest bit rough mingled with a strong passion. Though he had never fallen in love, or any semblance of the word, it didn’t mean he didn’t have sex in a passionate way. The way the world seemed to stop when it was just him and his chosen lover for the moment was one of his favourite feelings. Nothing in the world mattered at the moment other than the two of them and the sensations they could give each other.
As she parted her lips, he gladly followed suit, letting their tongues meet and he continued to merely press himself against her without squishing her beneath him. The heat of her skin against his was a feeling he had been craving since the first day that he had spotted her in that tavern, and while her teasing touches had given him a taste of what he had craved, he hadn’t been satisfied with just that. As he was not fully satisfied with simply having her against him now.
Though he had corrected her use of his nickname in public when she had used it before, here in the private of his chambers and in the intimate moment between them, it felt right coming from her lips. He felt a bit of a stirring in his chest at the sound of it that he couldn’t remember ever feeling in his life, but he pushed that away in favour of staying in the moment. He had noticed some of her scars, though he did not care to question them or their origin. It was none of his business where she had gotten them, and despite them she was still a gorgeous woman, so he made no indication that he noticed or cared.
Instead his hand slid between them, resting on her chest between her breasts, he pushed her down so her back was flat on the bed, a show of power without being overly rough with her. His hand then slid slowly up her chest and neck, and he took a moment to run his thumb across her jaw in an affectionate way, the silence between them comfortable as he did so.
He moved his hand and rested it once more on the bed beside her head and instead leaned into press gentle kisses and sharp bites against the skin on her neck, alternating the sensations to enhance the experience for her.
He slowly moved his way down her neck like this, moving towards her collar bone, and as he did, one of his hands moved down and across her chest, cupping one of her breasts, he moved his lips down from her collar bone, and instead moved to run his tongue across her nipple, biting lightly at her breast. He was testing the waters, seeing if he could figure out what exactly she liked, truly liked. He didn’t want her pretending she was enjoying his company if she truly wasn’t.
From there, he shifted over to do the same thing to her other breast, his hand beginning to slide slowly and teasingly down her stomach, waiting for the feeling of her muscles tensing in anticipation. Practised hands knew what they were doing, and though he was still rather young in the grand scheme of things, Akhenaten had had more than his fair share of women, and over the years he had learned to be less selfish, at least as a lover.
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Akhenaten enjoyed the feeling of her nails as she dug them lightly into his skin and trailed them along his back. He wasn’t an overly rough lover most of the time, typically he was the slightest bit rough mingled with a strong passion. Though he had never fallen in love, or any semblance of the word, it didn’t mean he didn’t have sex in a passionate way. The way the world seemed to stop when it was just him and his chosen lover for the moment was one of his favourite feelings. Nothing in the world mattered at the moment other than the two of them and the sensations they could give each other.
As she parted her lips, he gladly followed suit, letting their tongues meet and he continued to merely press himself against her without squishing her beneath him. The heat of her skin against his was a feeling he had been craving since the first day that he had spotted her in that tavern, and while her teasing touches had given him a taste of what he had craved, he hadn’t been satisfied with just that. As he was not fully satisfied with simply having her against him now.
Though he had corrected her use of his nickname in public when she had used it before, here in the private of his chambers and in the intimate moment between them, it felt right coming from her lips. He felt a bit of a stirring in his chest at the sound of it that he couldn’t remember ever feeling in his life, but he pushed that away in favour of staying in the moment. He had noticed some of her scars, though he did not care to question them or their origin. It was none of his business where she had gotten them, and despite them she was still a gorgeous woman, so he made no indication that he noticed or cared.
Instead his hand slid between them, resting on her chest between her breasts, he pushed her down so her back was flat on the bed, a show of power without being overly rough with her. His hand then slid slowly up her chest and neck, and he took a moment to run his thumb across her jaw in an affectionate way, the silence between them comfortable as he did so.
He moved his hand and rested it once more on the bed beside her head and instead leaned into press gentle kisses and sharp bites against the skin on her neck, alternating the sensations to enhance the experience for her.
He slowly moved his way down her neck like this, moving towards her collar bone, and as he did, one of his hands moved down and across her chest, cupping one of her breasts, he moved his lips down from her collar bone, and instead moved to run his tongue across her nipple, biting lightly at her breast. He was testing the waters, seeing if he could figure out what exactly she liked, truly liked. He didn’t want her pretending she was enjoying his company if she truly wasn’t.
From there, he shifted over to do the same thing to her other breast, his hand beginning to slide slowly and teasingly down her stomach, waiting for the feeling of her muscles tensing in anticipation. Practised hands knew what they were doing, and though he was still rather young in the grand scheme of things, Akhenaten had had more than his fair share of women, and over the years he had learned to be less selfish, at least as a lover.
Akhenaten enjoyed the feeling of her nails as she dug them lightly into his skin and trailed them along his back. He wasn’t an overly rough lover most of the time, typically he was the slightest bit rough mingled with a strong passion. Though he had never fallen in love, or any semblance of the word, it didn’t mean he didn’t have sex in a passionate way. The way the world seemed to stop when it was just him and his chosen lover for the moment was one of his favourite feelings. Nothing in the world mattered at the moment other than the two of them and the sensations they could give each other.
As she parted her lips, he gladly followed suit, letting their tongues meet and he continued to merely press himself against her without squishing her beneath him. The heat of her skin against his was a feeling he had been craving since the first day that he had spotted her in that tavern, and while her teasing touches had given him a taste of what he had craved, he hadn’t been satisfied with just that. As he was not fully satisfied with simply having her against him now.
Though he had corrected her use of his nickname in public when she had used it before, here in the private of his chambers and in the intimate moment between them, it felt right coming from her lips. He felt a bit of a stirring in his chest at the sound of it that he couldn’t remember ever feeling in his life, but he pushed that away in favour of staying in the moment. He had noticed some of her scars, though he did not care to question them or their origin. It was none of his business where she had gotten them, and despite them she was still a gorgeous woman, so he made no indication that he noticed or cared.
Instead his hand slid between them, resting on her chest between her breasts, he pushed her down so her back was flat on the bed, a show of power without being overly rough with her. His hand then slid slowly up her chest and neck, and he took a moment to run his thumb across her jaw in an affectionate way, the silence between them comfortable as he did so.
He moved his hand and rested it once more on the bed beside her head and instead leaned into press gentle kisses and sharp bites against the skin on her neck, alternating the sensations to enhance the experience for her.
He slowly moved his way down her neck like this, moving towards her collar bone, and as he did, one of his hands moved down and across her chest, cupping one of her breasts, he moved his lips down from her collar bone, and instead moved to run his tongue across her nipple, biting lightly at her breast. He was testing the waters, seeing if he could figure out what exactly she liked, truly liked. He didn’t want her pretending she was enjoying his company if she truly wasn’t.
From there, he shifted over to do the same thing to her other breast, his hand beginning to slide slowly and teasingly down her stomach, waiting for the feeling of her muscles tensing in anticipation. Practised hands knew what they were doing, and though he was still rather young in the grand scheme of things, Akhenaten had had more than his fair share of women, and over the years he had learned to be less selfish, at least as a lover.
Anastasia was not a humble woman by any means. So far she was to the contrary, in fact, that she made every effort to elevate her name and reputation, even if she didn't tie herself to that reputation. The prince of thieves, the fallen star, the satyr's prodigy, the siren given legs... Everything that she attributed to herself, while directly or indirectly, was elevated to something otherworldly. And that was to say, Anastasia considered herself the epitome of passion, as well. She threw herself into song and legends, creating a facsimile of the world and altering it to her own liking. Anastasia extended her passions, of course, to other realms as well.
While she was unused to having male lovers, it wasn't new to her. The way that Akhenaten took her into his kiss, as he pressed himself but was careful not to suffocate her with his weight... it was foreign to her. Often, Anastasia took the lead and was as gentle as she could be until she wasn't. But with Hena... the need to be gentle evaporated, care and caution in most regards were thrown to the winds and she poured his name into his ear, not once, but thrice over, each utterance a moan dripping with the want she'd deprived herself of since arriving in Cairo. The hints of a smile caught upon her lips.
The bard followed the shift of Hena's gaze and despite her elation, she felt a chill brandish itself throughout her. The apprehension of her scars being seen... She felt the chill overcome her, her movements ceasing altogether until he passed her over and neither stopped nor asked any questions. She felt the chill dissipate as his hand slid between her breasts, as he stalled her movements. She let out a soft grunt, tipping her head back to face the wall behind Hena's bed before she let her gaze flicker to his expression. A show of power it certainly was, and Ana once again felt desire cinching at her capacity for breath. She felt his digit play along her jawline up until she tipped her head, her teeth closing about his thumb for the briefest of moments.
A momentary lapse, just long enough to toy with the man with a last bit of 'rebellion'. She had no cause to fight against her pinning to the bed, then as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her throat, she allowed her hands to drift into the smooth tresses that spilled over her shoulder. It was so rare to see a man with hair longer than hers, and she reveled in it now just as she had in that tavern. His lips traveled along her clavicle to her chest and she felt a current course throughout her body. Sensitive as she'd ever been, but being deprived... Anastasia came alive. Her body had been used to far rougher treatment, nearly to the point of accepting it as her lot in life...
What Hena did was sorcery, a delightful power that she was all too pleased to concede to him. Clearly, he was used to toying with women, and she was all too eager to give herself to him. As if to egg him on, Anastasia's nails played along his thighs, wedging against his flesh before she lifted her body to meet his. Breathless, her voice spilled into his ear,
"Don't tease me anymore, Hena," she besought him.
"Take me. Make me yours," she egged him on. Of course, she had no intention of submitting herself to him, but in the moment... she took pleasure in giving herself to him.
"Or I'll take what's rightfully mine," she added, her lips curving into a vibrant grin as her hand slid between their bodies, closing around the length of him, slow movements intent on coaxing him to life if his arousal wasn't already evident.
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Anastasia was not a humble woman by any means. So far she was to the contrary, in fact, that she made every effort to elevate her name and reputation, even if she didn't tie herself to that reputation. The prince of thieves, the fallen star, the satyr's prodigy, the siren given legs... Everything that she attributed to herself, while directly or indirectly, was elevated to something otherworldly. And that was to say, Anastasia considered herself the epitome of passion, as well. She threw herself into song and legends, creating a facsimile of the world and altering it to her own liking. Anastasia extended her passions, of course, to other realms as well.
While she was unused to having male lovers, it wasn't new to her. The way that Akhenaten took her into his kiss, as he pressed himself but was careful not to suffocate her with his weight... it was foreign to her. Often, Anastasia took the lead and was as gentle as she could be until she wasn't. But with Hena... the need to be gentle evaporated, care and caution in most regards were thrown to the winds and she poured his name into his ear, not once, but thrice over, each utterance a moan dripping with the want she'd deprived herself of since arriving in Cairo. The hints of a smile caught upon her lips.
The bard followed the shift of Hena's gaze and despite her elation, she felt a chill brandish itself throughout her. The apprehension of her scars being seen... She felt the chill overcome her, her movements ceasing altogether until he passed her over and neither stopped nor asked any questions. She felt the chill dissipate as his hand slid between her breasts, as he stalled her movements. She let out a soft grunt, tipping her head back to face the wall behind Hena's bed before she let her gaze flicker to his expression. A show of power it certainly was, and Ana once again felt desire cinching at her capacity for breath. She felt his digit play along her jawline up until she tipped her head, her teeth closing about his thumb for the briefest of moments.
A momentary lapse, just long enough to toy with the man with a last bit of 'rebellion'. She had no cause to fight against her pinning to the bed, then as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her throat, she allowed her hands to drift into the smooth tresses that spilled over her shoulder. It was so rare to see a man with hair longer than hers, and she reveled in it now just as she had in that tavern. His lips traveled along her clavicle to her chest and she felt a current course throughout her body. Sensitive as she'd ever been, but being deprived... Anastasia came alive. Her body had been used to far rougher treatment, nearly to the point of accepting it as her lot in life...
What Hena did was sorcery, a delightful power that she was all too pleased to concede to him. Clearly, he was used to toying with women, and she was all too eager to give herself to him. As if to egg him on, Anastasia's nails played along his thighs, wedging against his flesh before she lifted her body to meet his. Breathless, her voice spilled into his ear,
"Don't tease me anymore, Hena," she besought him.
"Take me. Make me yours," she egged him on. Of course, she had no intention of submitting herself to him, but in the moment... she took pleasure in giving herself to him.
"Or I'll take what's rightfully mine," she added, her lips curving into a vibrant grin as her hand slid between their bodies, closing around the length of him, slow movements intent on coaxing him to life if his arousal wasn't already evident.
Anastasia was not a humble woman by any means. So far she was to the contrary, in fact, that she made every effort to elevate her name and reputation, even if she didn't tie herself to that reputation. The prince of thieves, the fallen star, the satyr's prodigy, the siren given legs... Everything that she attributed to herself, while directly or indirectly, was elevated to something otherworldly. And that was to say, Anastasia considered herself the epitome of passion, as well. She threw herself into song and legends, creating a facsimile of the world and altering it to her own liking. Anastasia extended her passions, of course, to other realms as well.
While she was unused to having male lovers, it wasn't new to her. The way that Akhenaten took her into his kiss, as he pressed himself but was careful not to suffocate her with his weight... it was foreign to her. Often, Anastasia took the lead and was as gentle as she could be until she wasn't. But with Hena... the need to be gentle evaporated, care and caution in most regards were thrown to the winds and she poured his name into his ear, not once, but thrice over, each utterance a moan dripping with the want she'd deprived herself of since arriving in Cairo. The hints of a smile caught upon her lips.
The bard followed the shift of Hena's gaze and despite her elation, she felt a chill brandish itself throughout her. The apprehension of her scars being seen... She felt the chill overcome her, her movements ceasing altogether until he passed her over and neither stopped nor asked any questions. She felt the chill dissipate as his hand slid between her breasts, as he stalled her movements. She let out a soft grunt, tipping her head back to face the wall behind Hena's bed before she let her gaze flicker to his expression. A show of power it certainly was, and Ana once again felt desire cinching at her capacity for breath. She felt his digit play along her jawline up until she tipped her head, her teeth closing about his thumb for the briefest of moments.
A momentary lapse, just long enough to toy with the man with a last bit of 'rebellion'. She had no cause to fight against her pinning to the bed, then as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her throat, she allowed her hands to drift into the smooth tresses that spilled over her shoulder. It was so rare to see a man with hair longer than hers, and she reveled in it now just as she had in that tavern. His lips traveled along her clavicle to her chest and she felt a current course throughout her body. Sensitive as she'd ever been, but being deprived... Anastasia came alive. Her body had been used to far rougher treatment, nearly to the point of accepting it as her lot in life...
What Hena did was sorcery, a delightful power that she was all too pleased to concede to him. Clearly, he was used to toying with women, and she was all too eager to give herself to him. As if to egg him on, Anastasia's nails played along his thighs, wedging against his flesh before she lifted her body to meet his. Breathless, her voice spilled into his ear,
"Don't tease me anymore, Hena," she besought him.
"Take me. Make me yours," she egged him on. Of course, she had no intention of submitting herself to him, but in the moment... she took pleasure in giving herself to him.
"Or I'll take what's rightfully mine," she added, her lips curving into a vibrant grin as her hand slid between their bodies, closing around the length of him, slow movements intent on coaxing him to life if his arousal wasn't already evident.
The moment between them was intimate in a way that he had never felt before. There was something beyond the lust, some sort of burning fire in his chest that made him want this more than any other woman had before. He ignored it for now, deciding not to think too far on it and instead to focus on the moment at hand, at her naked body beneath his, the feel of her soft skin against his own, the sound of his name on her lips as it was whispered in his ear.
He had planned on teasing her for longer, but as she demanded he stop teasing her, he hesitated for a moment. Torn between listening and just taking her, or continuing to tease her and showing her that she truly had no power over him.
But the temptation of truly being with her was too great, and he pulled away from what he had been doing and instead moved his lips back up to her own, he captured them once more in a kiss, biting at her bottom lip a little harder than before, before breaking the kiss to look at her.
Without another word he shifted himself a little more between her legs, he pushed her hand away from his length and instead pushed into her. He wasted no time from there as his hips started moving. His motions started out gentle, but did not continue that way for long. There was a power and passion behind his movements, his hands moving down to grip her hips as he tilted his head back, enjoying the feeling of her. He did not bother keeping his moans quiet, his family had been subjected to him bringing many women back to the house.
Hena leaned down, pressing sloppy kisses to her neck, muffling his moans just a little against her skin. He alternated between biting at her neck and placing gentle kisses, lost in the moment and enjoying every second of being with her.
He still felt that fire, the feeling in his chest that some how amplified the sex, made her feel better than any other woman he had been with.
With his grip on her hips, he paused the movement in his hips for a moment, just long enough to grab her and flip them both so he was on his back and she was on top of him, giving her the control for the moment, and giving him a better view of her body.
One hand slid from her hip and moved slowly and teasingly up her body, finding her breast once more, his hips pushed up into her, encouraging her movements on top of him.
He had no words, he did not think any were needed. The look in his eyes as he looked at her, combined with his moans and his movements would say it all for her, that this moment with her was worth all the waiting that she made him do, whether she made him wait on purpose or not.
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The moment between them was intimate in a way that he had never felt before. There was something beyond the lust, some sort of burning fire in his chest that made him want this more than any other woman had before. He ignored it for now, deciding not to think too far on it and instead to focus on the moment at hand, at her naked body beneath his, the feel of her soft skin against his own, the sound of his name on her lips as it was whispered in his ear.
He had planned on teasing her for longer, but as she demanded he stop teasing her, he hesitated for a moment. Torn between listening and just taking her, or continuing to tease her and showing her that she truly had no power over him.
But the temptation of truly being with her was too great, and he pulled away from what he had been doing and instead moved his lips back up to her own, he captured them once more in a kiss, biting at her bottom lip a little harder than before, before breaking the kiss to look at her.
Without another word he shifted himself a little more between her legs, he pushed her hand away from his length and instead pushed into her. He wasted no time from there as his hips started moving. His motions started out gentle, but did not continue that way for long. There was a power and passion behind his movements, his hands moving down to grip her hips as he tilted his head back, enjoying the feeling of her. He did not bother keeping his moans quiet, his family had been subjected to him bringing many women back to the house.
Hena leaned down, pressing sloppy kisses to her neck, muffling his moans just a little against her skin. He alternated between biting at her neck and placing gentle kisses, lost in the moment and enjoying every second of being with her.
He still felt that fire, the feeling in his chest that some how amplified the sex, made her feel better than any other woman he had been with.
With his grip on her hips, he paused the movement in his hips for a moment, just long enough to grab her and flip them both so he was on his back and she was on top of him, giving her the control for the moment, and giving him a better view of her body.
One hand slid from her hip and moved slowly and teasingly up her body, finding her breast once more, his hips pushed up into her, encouraging her movements on top of him.
He had no words, he did not think any were needed. The look in his eyes as he looked at her, combined with his moans and his movements would say it all for her, that this moment with her was worth all the waiting that she made him do, whether she made him wait on purpose or not.
The moment between them was intimate in a way that he had never felt before. There was something beyond the lust, some sort of burning fire in his chest that made him want this more than any other woman had before. He ignored it for now, deciding not to think too far on it and instead to focus on the moment at hand, at her naked body beneath his, the feel of her soft skin against his own, the sound of his name on her lips as it was whispered in his ear.
He had planned on teasing her for longer, but as she demanded he stop teasing her, he hesitated for a moment. Torn between listening and just taking her, or continuing to tease her and showing her that she truly had no power over him.
But the temptation of truly being with her was too great, and he pulled away from what he had been doing and instead moved his lips back up to her own, he captured them once more in a kiss, biting at her bottom lip a little harder than before, before breaking the kiss to look at her.
Without another word he shifted himself a little more between her legs, he pushed her hand away from his length and instead pushed into her. He wasted no time from there as his hips started moving. His motions started out gentle, but did not continue that way for long. There was a power and passion behind his movements, his hands moving down to grip her hips as he tilted his head back, enjoying the feeling of her. He did not bother keeping his moans quiet, his family had been subjected to him bringing many women back to the house.
Hena leaned down, pressing sloppy kisses to her neck, muffling his moans just a little against her skin. He alternated between biting at her neck and placing gentle kisses, lost in the moment and enjoying every second of being with her.
He still felt that fire, the feeling in his chest that some how amplified the sex, made her feel better than any other woman he had been with.
With his grip on her hips, he paused the movement in his hips for a moment, just long enough to grab her and flip them both so he was on his back and she was on top of him, giving her the control for the moment, and giving him a better view of her body.
One hand slid from her hip and moved slowly and teasingly up her body, finding her breast once more, his hips pushed up into her, encouraging her movements on top of him.
He had no words, he did not think any were needed. The look in his eyes as he looked at her, combined with his moans and his movements would say it all for her, that this moment with her was worth all the waiting that she made him do, whether she made him wait on purpose or not.
Striking hazel watched Akhenaten, captivated despite herself at the way he seemed so insistent on admiring her. His motions moved between rough and gentle, coaxing the indulgent bard into a keening satisfaction and a desire for more. An insatiable being, it was ever so rare that she found herself content in a man's embrace, and yet, Akhenaten's fervor melded with the confusing and powerful emotions that swept through the woman... It was coaxing her into the heady desire. She beseeched him into taking her, and it seemed for a moment that the man might yet... deny her. She pursed her lips at the thought, up until the moment that his lips captured hers once more.
A moan muffled against Hena's lips as her lower lip was claimed by his teeth, as the kiss broke for yet another brief, but in her anticipation, eternal respite. She groaned at the gaze she was struck with, nearly tempted to reach down and take what she wanted. But, alas, this was Hena's time. Anastasia was often a proactive lover, taking what she wanted and giving freely. But, Hena deserved this. He deserved to have his way with her and show her what she'd been missing out on. He threw her hand away, bringing silent laughter in her expression, immediately ripped away as she was filled with the length of him.
Hips began to move in earnest, the pressure of his size within her pushing against every bundle of nerves, fire coaxing its way through her body as her own hips shifted, moving slowly so as to not overshadow his movements. Her arms snaked around his waist, keeping away from his hips and trailing instead along the flesh of his back. Gentle touches grew steadier, stronger as the pace within her grew heavier. Keening moans escaped the bard's lips, Hena's name called out between gasps as her head tipped back. How she reveled in this... it was so strange to her.
Anastasia didn't care, however. In the moment, everything else was lost. She'd begged him for this, craving his touch, craving the pace with which he took her, the feeling that came with the world around them ceasing to exist. There was only the pleasure, the desire, and the lips that she wanted to claim. Fingers pressed into Hena's nape, threading into his hair as she pulled herself towards him, claiming what was left of his throat with her lips. She muffled his name against his flesh, reveling in all of it up until...
He flipped their positions, placing himself on his back and Anastasia above him. The grin that caught upon her lips grew wider still. Her bright eyes were rife with life, the woman winking at him before she tipped her body back. One hand supported her weight as her hips shifted, Anastasia relishing in the sensation of him driving into her from this angle, at how he filled her so deliciously as she took control of their pace. Her hips swayed as she shifted her weight, moving up and down along the length of him, arching her body just enough for him to admire the sight of her curved form, her modest breasts allowed to bounce just enough to be alluring.
"A-ah!" she moaned out as she leaned forward, bringing her weight back towards him and straddling his hips. She raked her nails along his chest before she pressed herself to him in totality. She sought desperately for their pleasure, intent upon milking the noble of his seed as her hips bounced in steadily faster movements. A hand sifted deeply into Akhenaten's hair as she cried out against him. It'd been far too long since she'd felt this way, and the pleasure she sought brought her closer and closer to an inevitable climax.
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Striking hazel watched Akhenaten, captivated despite herself at the way he seemed so insistent on admiring her. His motions moved between rough and gentle, coaxing the indulgent bard into a keening satisfaction and a desire for more. An insatiable being, it was ever so rare that she found herself content in a man's embrace, and yet, Akhenaten's fervor melded with the confusing and powerful emotions that swept through the woman... It was coaxing her into the heady desire. She beseeched him into taking her, and it seemed for a moment that the man might yet... deny her. She pursed her lips at the thought, up until the moment that his lips captured hers once more.
A moan muffled against Hena's lips as her lower lip was claimed by his teeth, as the kiss broke for yet another brief, but in her anticipation, eternal respite. She groaned at the gaze she was struck with, nearly tempted to reach down and take what she wanted. But, alas, this was Hena's time. Anastasia was often a proactive lover, taking what she wanted and giving freely. But, Hena deserved this. He deserved to have his way with her and show her what she'd been missing out on. He threw her hand away, bringing silent laughter in her expression, immediately ripped away as she was filled with the length of him.
Hips began to move in earnest, the pressure of his size within her pushing against every bundle of nerves, fire coaxing its way through her body as her own hips shifted, moving slowly so as to not overshadow his movements. Her arms snaked around his waist, keeping away from his hips and trailing instead along the flesh of his back. Gentle touches grew steadier, stronger as the pace within her grew heavier. Keening moans escaped the bard's lips, Hena's name called out between gasps as her head tipped back. How she reveled in this... it was so strange to her.
Anastasia didn't care, however. In the moment, everything else was lost. She'd begged him for this, craving his touch, craving the pace with which he took her, the feeling that came with the world around them ceasing to exist. There was only the pleasure, the desire, and the lips that she wanted to claim. Fingers pressed into Hena's nape, threading into his hair as she pulled herself towards him, claiming what was left of his throat with her lips. She muffled his name against his flesh, reveling in all of it up until...
He flipped their positions, placing himself on his back and Anastasia above him. The grin that caught upon her lips grew wider still. Her bright eyes were rife with life, the woman winking at him before she tipped her body back. One hand supported her weight as her hips shifted, Anastasia relishing in the sensation of him driving into her from this angle, at how he filled her so deliciously as she took control of their pace. Her hips swayed as she shifted her weight, moving up and down along the length of him, arching her body just enough for him to admire the sight of her curved form, her modest breasts allowed to bounce just enough to be alluring.
"A-ah!" she moaned out as she leaned forward, bringing her weight back towards him and straddling his hips. She raked her nails along his chest before she pressed herself to him in totality. She sought desperately for their pleasure, intent upon milking the noble of his seed as her hips bounced in steadily faster movements. A hand sifted deeply into Akhenaten's hair as she cried out against him. It'd been far too long since she'd felt this way, and the pleasure she sought brought her closer and closer to an inevitable climax.
Striking hazel watched Akhenaten, captivated despite herself at the way he seemed so insistent on admiring her. His motions moved between rough and gentle, coaxing the indulgent bard into a keening satisfaction and a desire for more. An insatiable being, it was ever so rare that she found herself content in a man's embrace, and yet, Akhenaten's fervor melded with the confusing and powerful emotions that swept through the woman... It was coaxing her into the heady desire. She beseeched him into taking her, and it seemed for a moment that the man might yet... deny her. She pursed her lips at the thought, up until the moment that his lips captured hers once more.
A moan muffled against Hena's lips as her lower lip was claimed by his teeth, as the kiss broke for yet another brief, but in her anticipation, eternal respite. She groaned at the gaze she was struck with, nearly tempted to reach down and take what she wanted. But, alas, this was Hena's time. Anastasia was often a proactive lover, taking what she wanted and giving freely. But, Hena deserved this. He deserved to have his way with her and show her what she'd been missing out on. He threw her hand away, bringing silent laughter in her expression, immediately ripped away as she was filled with the length of him.
Hips began to move in earnest, the pressure of his size within her pushing against every bundle of nerves, fire coaxing its way through her body as her own hips shifted, moving slowly so as to not overshadow his movements. Her arms snaked around his waist, keeping away from his hips and trailing instead along the flesh of his back. Gentle touches grew steadier, stronger as the pace within her grew heavier. Keening moans escaped the bard's lips, Hena's name called out between gasps as her head tipped back. How she reveled in this... it was so strange to her.
Anastasia didn't care, however. In the moment, everything else was lost. She'd begged him for this, craving his touch, craving the pace with which he took her, the feeling that came with the world around them ceasing to exist. There was only the pleasure, the desire, and the lips that she wanted to claim. Fingers pressed into Hena's nape, threading into his hair as she pulled herself towards him, claiming what was left of his throat with her lips. She muffled his name against his flesh, reveling in all of it up until...
He flipped their positions, placing himself on his back and Anastasia above him. The grin that caught upon her lips grew wider still. Her bright eyes were rife with life, the woman winking at him before she tipped her body back. One hand supported her weight as her hips shifted, Anastasia relishing in the sensation of him driving into her from this angle, at how he filled her so deliciously as she took control of their pace. Her hips swayed as she shifted her weight, moving up and down along the length of him, arching her body just enough for him to admire the sight of her curved form, her modest breasts allowed to bounce just enough to be alluring.
"A-ah!" she moaned out as she leaned forward, bringing her weight back towards him and straddling his hips. She raked her nails along his chest before she pressed herself to him in totality. She sought desperately for their pleasure, intent upon milking the noble of his seed as her hips bounced in steadily faster movements. A hand sifted deeply into Akhenaten's hair as she cried out against him. It'd been far too long since she'd felt this way, and the pleasure she sought brought her closer and closer to an inevitable climax.
Hena felt her tense around his length and between that and the look on her face, he knew that he had given her exactly what she had wanted. He was not a humble man by any means, and he was not afraid to admit that he was in fact well endowed where it counted for a man.
But besides that, there was something else here, something electric between the two of them, something he hadn’t quite felt before. But he didn’t let himself think of how dangerous that could be in the moment, he instead let himself enjoy the sensations of being inside her, of having her hips moving ever so slightly beneath him as she tried her best to let him have control. He got the feeling that she was normally someone who took control instead of giving it.
When her head tilted back, his hand slid up between her breasts and rested on her neck, placing just a slight amount of pressure there, a show of control, one that he revelled in as their moans mingled in the air around them. For Hena, power was what he craved in all things, and the idea that he could make her do what ever he wanted right then and there was what drove him forward, his hips thrusting forward into her just a bit harder as he really started to get into it.
He enjoyed the sight of her on top of him as she moved, switching their pace up as she shifted her position ever so slightly as needed. His gaze was on her body, vaguely aware of the scars she attempted to hide earlier, but not caring about them. Instead his focus was on her breasts, the curve of her body as she brought herself pleasure on top of him, the feel of spark between them as his own pleasure grew.
He knew that he would not last much longer before he was pushed over the edge.
So he took control, he grabbed her hips to stop her movements, his grip strong but not so strong as to truly hurt her. He shifted her so her hips were up a bit and positioned himself below her to thrust into her himself. His movements were hard and fast, moaning loudly at the feeling of her tight and wet around him.
It only took a few minutes of his before he thrust once more up into her, hard and his seed spilled inside her. He held her hips down, making sure she could not move as he was pressed as deep inside her as he possibly could be, hips bucking just slightly at the feeling of his climax.
When he was finished he dropped his hips back onto the bed, letting her go so she could decide if she was moving off of him or remaining there for a while longer.
“Fuck the Gods.” He said with a little laugh, looking up at her with a satisfied grin.
“I can not believe I waited that long to fuck you.” He added on.
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Hena felt her tense around his length and between that and the look on her face, he knew that he had given her exactly what she had wanted. He was not a humble man by any means, and he was not afraid to admit that he was in fact well endowed where it counted for a man.
But besides that, there was something else here, something electric between the two of them, something he hadn’t quite felt before. But he didn’t let himself think of how dangerous that could be in the moment, he instead let himself enjoy the sensations of being inside her, of having her hips moving ever so slightly beneath him as she tried her best to let him have control. He got the feeling that she was normally someone who took control instead of giving it.
When her head tilted back, his hand slid up between her breasts and rested on her neck, placing just a slight amount of pressure there, a show of control, one that he revelled in as their moans mingled in the air around them. For Hena, power was what he craved in all things, and the idea that he could make her do what ever he wanted right then and there was what drove him forward, his hips thrusting forward into her just a bit harder as he really started to get into it.
He enjoyed the sight of her on top of him as she moved, switching their pace up as she shifted her position ever so slightly as needed. His gaze was on her body, vaguely aware of the scars she attempted to hide earlier, but not caring about them. Instead his focus was on her breasts, the curve of her body as she brought herself pleasure on top of him, the feel of spark between them as his own pleasure grew.
He knew that he would not last much longer before he was pushed over the edge.
So he took control, he grabbed her hips to stop her movements, his grip strong but not so strong as to truly hurt her. He shifted her so her hips were up a bit and positioned himself below her to thrust into her himself. His movements were hard and fast, moaning loudly at the feeling of her tight and wet around him.
It only took a few minutes of his before he thrust once more up into her, hard and his seed spilled inside her. He held her hips down, making sure she could not move as he was pressed as deep inside her as he possibly could be, hips bucking just slightly at the feeling of his climax.
When he was finished he dropped his hips back onto the bed, letting her go so she could decide if she was moving off of him or remaining there for a while longer.
“Fuck the Gods.” He said with a little laugh, looking up at her with a satisfied grin.
“I can not believe I waited that long to fuck you.” He added on.
Hena felt her tense around his length and between that and the look on her face, he knew that he had given her exactly what she had wanted. He was not a humble man by any means, and he was not afraid to admit that he was in fact well endowed where it counted for a man.
But besides that, there was something else here, something electric between the two of them, something he hadn’t quite felt before. But he didn’t let himself think of how dangerous that could be in the moment, he instead let himself enjoy the sensations of being inside her, of having her hips moving ever so slightly beneath him as she tried her best to let him have control. He got the feeling that she was normally someone who took control instead of giving it.
When her head tilted back, his hand slid up between her breasts and rested on her neck, placing just a slight amount of pressure there, a show of control, one that he revelled in as their moans mingled in the air around them. For Hena, power was what he craved in all things, and the idea that he could make her do what ever he wanted right then and there was what drove him forward, his hips thrusting forward into her just a bit harder as he really started to get into it.
He enjoyed the sight of her on top of him as she moved, switching their pace up as she shifted her position ever so slightly as needed. His gaze was on her body, vaguely aware of the scars she attempted to hide earlier, but not caring about them. Instead his focus was on her breasts, the curve of her body as she brought herself pleasure on top of him, the feel of spark between them as his own pleasure grew.
He knew that he would not last much longer before he was pushed over the edge.
So he took control, he grabbed her hips to stop her movements, his grip strong but not so strong as to truly hurt her. He shifted her so her hips were up a bit and positioned himself below her to thrust into her himself. His movements were hard and fast, moaning loudly at the feeling of her tight and wet around him.
It only took a few minutes of his before he thrust once more up into her, hard and his seed spilled inside her. He held her hips down, making sure she could not move as he was pressed as deep inside her as he possibly could be, hips bucking just slightly at the feeling of his climax.
When he was finished he dropped his hips back onto the bed, letting her go so she could decide if she was moving off of him or remaining there for a while longer.
“Fuck the Gods.” He said with a little laugh, looking up at her with a satisfied grin.
“I can not believe I waited that long to fuck you.” He added on.
Anastasia had lost herself in the movements of her hips, riding atop Akhenaten with scarcely a thought on much of anything else but the pleasure they could share. She'd left him waiting far too long, two encounters before this one. She'd figured it'd stick in his head, the sort of impression Anastasia made, after all, was not so easily forgotten. But, would he be satisfied now? Was their little game of cat and mouse over? Anastasia wasn't certain of how to feel about that idea, especially once he stopped her from the rhythmic movements and took the opportunity to take her for himself.
His pace elicited moans from the woman's lips, as she felt her hips shift against his hands, the strain on being restricted in such a way... it was a heady thing. Ana, rather than lament in her lack of movement, let herself fall over him, pressing her lithe body to Hena's as his hips plunged the3 length of him into her, over and over again. She felt her eyes roll back, her lips traversing blindly along his shoulder, up along his collarbone, before she claimed his throat, suckling playfully on the flesh.
He used her as he sought, and she felt the twitch of his length as his seed spilled into her. She felt herself clench about him, the pressure drawing a keening moan from her lips, as if lamenting that it was all over. However, far from dissatisfied, Anastasia felt the grin cast upon her lips as she listened to him speak. Slowly, she pulled herself off from his length, but did not leave her position just yet. Her fingertips trailed along the plane of his chest, dancing along each of his ribs before one rose to play along his jawline.
She sought another kiss from the man, her fingers threading playfully into his hair to keep him in place until she was satisfied. She threw herself off from Hena, positioning herself next to him. She gave herself the moment to properly look about their surroundings. Snuffed candlelight made it far too dark to take in much at all, but dilated orbs provided her with the means to determine that the room was far more spacious and luxurious than anything she'd settled into. While Anastasia did not live like some sorry poor, neither was she... in this. Impressed, to be sure, but more so, Anastasia was pleased to relish in the comforts of the fine sheets and the warm body next to her.
Not yet told to leave by the man, she determined that she didn't much want to trod along with his seed between her legs like some common whore.
"Was it worth the wait, my lord?" she purred into his ear, letting his lobe slide between her teeth before she settled back against him. an arm slung over the lord's chest, Anastasia allowed herself to relish in it all before she said,
"You wouldn't dismiss me so soon, would you, Lord Hena? I'd rather not go home just yet."
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Anastasia had lost herself in the movements of her hips, riding atop Akhenaten with scarcely a thought on much of anything else but the pleasure they could share. She'd left him waiting far too long, two encounters before this one. She'd figured it'd stick in his head, the sort of impression Anastasia made, after all, was not so easily forgotten. But, would he be satisfied now? Was their little game of cat and mouse over? Anastasia wasn't certain of how to feel about that idea, especially once he stopped her from the rhythmic movements and took the opportunity to take her for himself.
His pace elicited moans from the woman's lips, as she felt her hips shift against his hands, the strain on being restricted in such a way... it was a heady thing. Ana, rather than lament in her lack of movement, let herself fall over him, pressing her lithe body to Hena's as his hips plunged the3 length of him into her, over and over again. She felt her eyes roll back, her lips traversing blindly along his shoulder, up along his collarbone, before she claimed his throat, suckling playfully on the flesh.
He used her as he sought, and she felt the twitch of his length as his seed spilled into her. She felt herself clench about him, the pressure drawing a keening moan from her lips, as if lamenting that it was all over. However, far from dissatisfied, Anastasia felt the grin cast upon her lips as she listened to him speak. Slowly, she pulled herself off from his length, but did not leave her position just yet. Her fingertips trailed along the plane of his chest, dancing along each of his ribs before one rose to play along his jawline.
She sought another kiss from the man, her fingers threading playfully into his hair to keep him in place until she was satisfied. She threw herself off from Hena, positioning herself next to him. She gave herself the moment to properly look about their surroundings. Snuffed candlelight made it far too dark to take in much at all, but dilated orbs provided her with the means to determine that the room was far more spacious and luxurious than anything she'd settled into. While Anastasia did not live like some sorry poor, neither was she... in this. Impressed, to be sure, but more so, Anastasia was pleased to relish in the comforts of the fine sheets and the warm body next to her.
Not yet told to leave by the man, she determined that she didn't much want to trod along with his seed between her legs like some common whore.
"Was it worth the wait, my lord?" she purred into his ear, letting his lobe slide between her teeth before she settled back against him. an arm slung over the lord's chest, Anastasia allowed herself to relish in it all before she said,
"You wouldn't dismiss me so soon, would you, Lord Hena? I'd rather not go home just yet."
Anastasia had lost herself in the movements of her hips, riding atop Akhenaten with scarcely a thought on much of anything else but the pleasure they could share. She'd left him waiting far too long, two encounters before this one. She'd figured it'd stick in his head, the sort of impression Anastasia made, after all, was not so easily forgotten. But, would he be satisfied now? Was their little game of cat and mouse over? Anastasia wasn't certain of how to feel about that idea, especially once he stopped her from the rhythmic movements and took the opportunity to take her for himself.
His pace elicited moans from the woman's lips, as she felt her hips shift against his hands, the strain on being restricted in such a way... it was a heady thing. Ana, rather than lament in her lack of movement, let herself fall over him, pressing her lithe body to Hena's as his hips plunged the3 length of him into her, over and over again. She felt her eyes roll back, her lips traversing blindly along his shoulder, up along his collarbone, before she claimed his throat, suckling playfully on the flesh.
He used her as he sought, and she felt the twitch of his length as his seed spilled into her. She felt herself clench about him, the pressure drawing a keening moan from her lips, as if lamenting that it was all over. However, far from dissatisfied, Anastasia felt the grin cast upon her lips as she listened to him speak. Slowly, she pulled herself off from his length, but did not leave her position just yet. Her fingertips trailed along the plane of his chest, dancing along each of his ribs before one rose to play along his jawline.
She sought another kiss from the man, her fingers threading playfully into his hair to keep him in place until she was satisfied. She threw herself off from Hena, positioning herself next to him. She gave herself the moment to properly look about their surroundings. Snuffed candlelight made it far too dark to take in much at all, but dilated orbs provided her with the means to determine that the room was far more spacious and luxurious than anything she'd settled into. While Anastasia did not live like some sorry poor, neither was she... in this. Impressed, to be sure, but more so, Anastasia was pleased to relish in the comforts of the fine sheets and the warm body next to her.
Not yet told to leave by the man, she determined that she didn't much want to trod along with his seed between her legs like some common whore.
"Was it worth the wait, my lord?" she purred into his ear, letting his lobe slide between her teeth before she settled back against him. an arm slung over the lord's chest, Anastasia allowed herself to relish in it all before she said,
"You wouldn't dismiss me so soon, would you, Lord Hena? I'd rather not go home just yet."
After all was said and done, Hena felt a little lightheaded, pleasure starting to fade now, he was left with nothing but the gentle satisfaction of another lover. The high was nearly as good as drugs and alcohol. Luckily for Akhenaten, he didn’t often have to choose between the two things. Women were not a scarce commodity to the Lord. This was a feeling he had been experiencing since he was old enough to understand truly why the Gods had created women.
Hena would have been content if she had just gotten off of him, gotten dressed and left. He didn’t normally let women stick around after the deed, didn’t want them thinking that it was more than it was. Sex for him was just that, a means to satisfaction. No need for feelings of any sort to be involved. He didn’t want anyone getting false expectations of their relationship.
But for some reason, the idea of Ana sticking around for awhile was not a bother to him. He would allow it, at least this time. Though he did not want her thinking that it would happen again. No way in hell was he going to get himself into some sort of relationship with this woman. It would be unlikely she would see the Lord again after this night, now that he had gotten what he wanted from her. There was no reason for him to keep her around.
“Well worth it.” He agreed. It wasn’t the most amazing sex he’d had, but there had been something there that he had never quite felt, which made it new and exciting. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, he would think on that later. Perhaps it was just a coincidence or a perfect combination of just enough wine coursing through his veins. Either way, he was not going to read too far into it.
And then she cuddled up and asked if he would dismiss her so soon. Normally his answer would be yes, absolutely.
“You can stay awhile if you wish.” He stated simply, if that was what she wished, then it was fine. He didn’t plan on doing anything for awhile yet, preferring to just lay in his bed and relax for awhile, hanging onto the satisfied feeling for as long as he could before it faded.
He did how ever shift to grab a pitcher of wine that sat on the table beside his bed, pouring them each a cup, he sat up and propped himself up using the pillows, passing her a cup of wine.
The two would spend the rest of the evening simply lounging and drinking wine, chatting casually as they did so, and Akhenaten would find himself opening up just a bit more to Ana than he would most others.
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After all was said and done, Hena felt a little lightheaded, pleasure starting to fade now, he was left with nothing but the gentle satisfaction of another lover. The high was nearly as good as drugs and alcohol. Luckily for Akhenaten, he didn’t often have to choose between the two things. Women were not a scarce commodity to the Lord. This was a feeling he had been experiencing since he was old enough to understand truly why the Gods had created women.
Hena would have been content if she had just gotten off of him, gotten dressed and left. He didn’t normally let women stick around after the deed, didn’t want them thinking that it was more than it was. Sex for him was just that, a means to satisfaction. No need for feelings of any sort to be involved. He didn’t want anyone getting false expectations of their relationship.
But for some reason, the idea of Ana sticking around for awhile was not a bother to him. He would allow it, at least this time. Though he did not want her thinking that it would happen again. No way in hell was he going to get himself into some sort of relationship with this woman. It would be unlikely she would see the Lord again after this night, now that he had gotten what he wanted from her. There was no reason for him to keep her around.
“Well worth it.” He agreed. It wasn’t the most amazing sex he’d had, but there had been something there that he had never quite felt, which made it new and exciting. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, he would think on that later. Perhaps it was just a coincidence or a perfect combination of just enough wine coursing through his veins. Either way, he was not going to read too far into it.
And then she cuddled up and asked if he would dismiss her so soon. Normally his answer would be yes, absolutely.
“You can stay awhile if you wish.” He stated simply, if that was what she wished, then it was fine. He didn’t plan on doing anything for awhile yet, preferring to just lay in his bed and relax for awhile, hanging onto the satisfied feeling for as long as he could before it faded.
He did how ever shift to grab a pitcher of wine that sat on the table beside his bed, pouring them each a cup, he sat up and propped himself up using the pillows, passing her a cup of wine.
The two would spend the rest of the evening simply lounging and drinking wine, chatting casually as they did so, and Akhenaten would find himself opening up just a bit more to Ana than he would most others.
After all was said and done, Hena felt a little lightheaded, pleasure starting to fade now, he was left with nothing but the gentle satisfaction of another lover. The high was nearly as good as drugs and alcohol. Luckily for Akhenaten, he didn’t often have to choose between the two things. Women were not a scarce commodity to the Lord. This was a feeling he had been experiencing since he was old enough to understand truly why the Gods had created women.
Hena would have been content if she had just gotten off of him, gotten dressed and left. He didn’t normally let women stick around after the deed, didn’t want them thinking that it was more than it was. Sex for him was just that, a means to satisfaction. No need for feelings of any sort to be involved. He didn’t want anyone getting false expectations of their relationship.
But for some reason, the idea of Ana sticking around for awhile was not a bother to him. He would allow it, at least this time. Though he did not want her thinking that it would happen again. No way in hell was he going to get himself into some sort of relationship with this woman. It would be unlikely she would see the Lord again after this night, now that he had gotten what he wanted from her. There was no reason for him to keep her around.
“Well worth it.” He agreed. It wasn’t the most amazing sex he’d had, but there had been something there that he had never quite felt, which made it new and exciting. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, he would think on that later. Perhaps it was just a coincidence or a perfect combination of just enough wine coursing through his veins. Either way, he was not going to read too far into it.
And then she cuddled up and asked if he would dismiss her so soon. Normally his answer would be yes, absolutely.
“You can stay awhile if you wish.” He stated simply, if that was what she wished, then it was fine. He didn’t plan on doing anything for awhile yet, preferring to just lay in his bed and relax for awhile, hanging onto the satisfied feeling for as long as he could before it faded.
He did how ever shift to grab a pitcher of wine that sat on the table beside his bed, pouring them each a cup, he sat up and propped himself up using the pillows, passing her a cup of wine.
The two would spend the rest of the evening simply lounging and drinking wine, chatting casually as they did so, and Akhenaten would find himself opening up just a bit more to Ana than he would most others.