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Although Thebes was generally more receptive to outsiders than other Egyptian locales, there were still limits to how far the city’s hospitality would extend. Greeks like Timaeus and Adre were not treated warmly as they passed through the streets. The boys were lucky if the majority of people ignored them especially as some of the more xenophobic citizens were not afraid to make their opinions known. Timaeus often heard elderly men and young boys alike shout insults at him in a language that he couldn’t understand. Some women spit at him as they passed him on the street. It only got worse the deeper the boys got into the city, traveling further and further from the docks and ports were Greek merchants traded with the Egyptians. It was overwhelmingly clear that Greek men like them were not welcome here.
Timaeus couldn’t honestly give a shit.
In fact, despite the cold reception that he had been greeted with, the Colchian Lord was having the time of his life. What boy wouldn’t? For the first time in his life, Timaeus was free to explore to his heart’s content and there wasn’t a single adult to supervise him. If he wanted to go to a brothel and bed as many whores as he could pay for, Timaeus could. He was free to wander into an opium den or enter a tavern and wake up in the streets the next morning. For the first time in his life, Timaeus could do whatever he wanted without needing to face a single consequence for his reckless behavior. No longer was he kept beneath the watchful eye of his mother, father, or brother. He was as free as a bird. The Colchian was an eager puppy let off his leash for the first time ever.
And by gods did he love it.
It was so freeing for the boy to be reckless like this and as much as he was enjoying every moment of his newfound independence; the boy was admittedly a little overeager in taking part in all the sinful revelry that Egypt was known for. Essentially, while Timaeus was enamored with everything new in his life, he was ignoring some of the essential parts of being a functional member of society… like bathing. Timaeus had been in Thebes for just over a week now and he had cleaned himself once thus far. If he had been fully-grown maybe this wouldn’t be too terrible. However, Timaeus was a sixteen-year-old boy with hormones that ran hotter than the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Not to mention he was running about the city, bedding anything with a pulse, and getting shitfaced at every opportunity. Needless to say, he stank. Badly.
It was starting to reach an unbearable level. Which was, truthfully, a bit of a problem for Timaeus as he had no intention of stepping back into the Nile. Not after he and Adre had seen a crocodile further up the river the last time he had waded into the waters. Timaeus didn’t know for sure, but it wouldn’t have surprised him if Adre had been reassured by the locals that the crocs wouldn’t go anywhere near the two foreign boys. Timaeus would be not so easily swayed. The boy had a terrible fear of snakes and to him, seeing those two little beady eyes appear above the waterline was just too nervewracking for him. Swimming with a crocodile was not a risk that he was willing to take.
However, that was a bit of an issue as there weren’t exactly many other options in the city for foreign boys like him to get clean. It was, quite frankly, a bit ridiculous as Timaeus had seen bathhouses scattered throughout the city, but he wasn’t allowed in a single one of them. They were apparently reserved for only the upper echelons of Egyptian society and it didn’t matter that the boys were nobility back home. They were nobodies here and people like them didn’t get access to that sort of luxury… or at least Timaeus wouldn’t during the day.
He had noticed during his nights of stumbling back to his lodging that the bathhouses were empty and unguarded at night. So, when the stench became too much to bear, Timaeus made his way to one of the emptier parts of the city and wandered about until the sun began to set on the horizon. As the city began to retire, Timaeus gleefully watched as the bathhouse of his choice emptied for the night and the last few patrons that frequented it left alongside the guards that were meant to keep rabble like him out.
Even though he could see that the place was deserted, he didn’t approach the structure made out of cloth until a thick layer of darkness covered the city. It was only a safety precaution as Timaeus feared that even the slightest bit of light would cast his shadow onto the cloth and he would be caught by someone who wouldn’t take kindly to a Greek lurking about in a place that he didn’t belong. After a certain point, Timaeus was sure that the danger had passed and he just couldn’t take the waiting a moment longer. So, once the last few patrons of the street made their way back home, Timaeus made his way over to the bathhouse and pushed past the cloth barrier, flouting the rules that Egypt had set up for their society.
Finally free to take care of his hygiene, Timaeus took his sweet old time stripping himself of the greek garments that he was wearing. First came the sandals, carefully unlaced so that the strings wouldn’t be lost in the dark. Then the tunic, a bright red shade that stuck out in the neutral palettes of Egypt. Finally, the undergarments, leaving him completely bare in the empty bathhouse. All tossed aside along with a satchel that contained a fresh set of clothing. Only then did Timaeus make his way over to the hot spring waters that made up the baths. If anyone was watching, they may have laughed at the sight of this foreign boy testing the waters with his toes before settling in, but luckily for him, no one was paying attention. No one could even see him…
.. or at least, so he thought.
What Timaeus didn’t know was that while he was busying himself with preparing for the water, some lamps had been lit on the street, casting the shadows that Timaeus thought he avoided. Little did he know that as he moved about this forbidden space, shadows of parts he didn’t want to be seen were bouncing off the walls, putting on quite the show for a girl out on the town, looking for trouble and a good time… Both of which it seems like she was going to be found in the most unlikely of places tonight.
Timaeus didn’t know that he was no longer alone. At least not at first, when he dunked his head under the water and reemerged little droplets dripping down from his hair and the few little hairs the boy had on his chin that he was clearly trying to grow out -- a clear sign that he was not from the country that loved its beardless men. The water had plugged up his ears long enough that he missed the sound of a stranger’s footsteps moving closer to him. He didn’t see them either as he leaned back against the edge of the bath, completely unaware that he now a had a companion who by the time they parted would not only show him the true meaning of a fun time but utterly change his life in more ways than one.
Oh, little did Timaeus know that he was about to have the night of his life…
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Although Thebes was generally more receptive to outsiders than other Egyptian locales, there were still limits to how far the city’s hospitality would extend. Greeks like Timaeus and Adre were not treated warmly as they passed through the streets. The boys were lucky if the majority of people ignored them especially as some of the more xenophobic citizens were not afraid to make their opinions known. Timaeus often heard elderly men and young boys alike shout insults at him in a language that he couldn’t understand. Some women spit at him as they passed him on the street. It only got worse the deeper the boys got into the city, traveling further and further from the docks and ports were Greek merchants traded with the Egyptians. It was overwhelmingly clear that Greek men like them were not welcome here.
Timaeus couldn’t honestly give a shit.
In fact, despite the cold reception that he had been greeted with, the Colchian Lord was having the time of his life. What boy wouldn’t? For the first time in his life, Timaeus was free to explore to his heart’s content and there wasn’t a single adult to supervise him. If he wanted to go to a brothel and bed as many whores as he could pay for, Timaeus could. He was free to wander into an opium den or enter a tavern and wake up in the streets the next morning. For the first time in his life, Timaeus could do whatever he wanted without needing to face a single consequence for his reckless behavior. No longer was he kept beneath the watchful eye of his mother, father, or brother. He was as free as a bird. The Colchian was an eager puppy let off his leash for the first time ever.
And by gods did he love it.
It was so freeing for the boy to be reckless like this and as much as he was enjoying every moment of his newfound independence; the boy was admittedly a little overeager in taking part in all the sinful revelry that Egypt was known for. Essentially, while Timaeus was enamored with everything new in his life, he was ignoring some of the essential parts of being a functional member of society… like bathing. Timaeus had been in Thebes for just over a week now and he had cleaned himself once thus far. If he had been fully-grown maybe this wouldn’t be too terrible. However, Timaeus was a sixteen-year-old boy with hormones that ran hotter than the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Not to mention he was running about the city, bedding anything with a pulse, and getting shitfaced at every opportunity. Needless to say, he stank. Badly.
It was starting to reach an unbearable level. Which was, truthfully, a bit of a problem for Timaeus as he had no intention of stepping back into the Nile. Not after he and Adre had seen a crocodile further up the river the last time he had waded into the waters. Timaeus didn’t know for sure, but it wouldn’t have surprised him if Adre had been reassured by the locals that the crocs wouldn’t go anywhere near the two foreign boys. Timaeus would be not so easily swayed. The boy had a terrible fear of snakes and to him, seeing those two little beady eyes appear above the waterline was just too nervewracking for him. Swimming with a crocodile was not a risk that he was willing to take.
However, that was a bit of an issue as there weren’t exactly many other options in the city for foreign boys like him to get clean. It was, quite frankly, a bit ridiculous as Timaeus had seen bathhouses scattered throughout the city, but he wasn’t allowed in a single one of them. They were apparently reserved for only the upper echelons of Egyptian society and it didn’t matter that the boys were nobility back home. They were nobodies here and people like them didn’t get access to that sort of luxury… or at least Timaeus wouldn’t during the day.
He had noticed during his nights of stumbling back to his lodging that the bathhouses were empty and unguarded at night. So, when the stench became too much to bear, Timaeus made his way to one of the emptier parts of the city and wandered about until the sun began to set on the horizon. As the city began to retire, Timaeus gleefully watched as the bathhouse of his choice emptied for the night and the last few patrons that frequented it left alongside the guards that were meant to keep rabble like him out.
Even though he could see that the place was deserted, he didn’t approach the structure made out of cloth until a thick layer of darkness covered the city. It was only a safety precaution as Timaeus feared that even the slightest bit of light would cast his shadow onto the cloth and he would be caught by someone who wouldn’t take kindly to a Greek lurking about in a place that he didn’t belong. After a certain point, Timaeus was sure that the danger had passed and he just couldn’t take the waiting a moment longer. So, once the last few patrons of the street made their way back home, Timaeus made his way over to the bathhouse and pushed past the cloth barrier, flouting the rules that Egypt had set up for their society.
Finally free to take care of his hygiene, Timaeus took his sweet old time stripping himself of the greek garments that he was wearing. First came the sandals, carefully unlaced so that the strings wouldn’t be lost in the dark. Then the tunic, a bright red shade that stuck out in the neutral palettes of Egypt. Finally, the undergarments, leaving him completely bare in the empty bathhouse. All tossed aside along with a satchel that contained a fresh set of clothing. Only then did Timaeus make his way over to the hot spring waters that made up the baths. If anyone was watching, they may have laughed at the sight of this foreign boy testing the waters with his toes before settling in, but luckily for him, no one was paying attention. No one could even see him…
.. or at least, so he thought.
What Timaeus didn’t know was that while he was busying himself with preparing for the water, some lamps had been lit on the street, casting the shadows that Timaeus thought he avoided. Little did he know that as he moved about this forbidden space, shadows of parts he didn’t want to be seen were bouncing off the walls, putting on quite the show for a girl out on the town, looking for trouble and a good time… Both of which it seems like she was going to be found in the most unlikely of places tonight.
Timaeus didn’t know that he was no longer alone. At least not at first, when he dunked his head under the water and reemerged little droplets dripping down from his hair and the few little hairs the boy had on his chin that he was clearly trying to grow out -- a clear sign that he was not from the country that loved its beardless men. The water had plugged up his ears long enough that he missed the sound of a stranger’s footsteps moving closer to him. He didn’t see them either as he leaned back against the edge of the bath, completely unaware that he now a had a companion who by the time they parted would not only show him the true meaning of a fun time but utterly change his life in more ways than one.
Oh, little did Timaeus know that he was about to have the night of his life…
Although Thebes was generally more receptive to outsiders than other Egyptian locales, there were still limits to how far the city’s hospitality would extend. Greeks like Timaeus and Adre were not treated warmly as they passed through the streets. The boys were lucky if the majority of people ignored them especially as some of the more xenophobic citizens were not afraid to make their opinions known. Timaeus often heard elderly men and young boys alike shout insults at him in a language that he couldn’t understand. Some women spit at him as they passed him on the street. It only got worse the deeper the boys got into the city, traveling further and further from the docks and ports were Greek merchants traded with the Egyptians. It was overwhelmingly clear that Greek men like them were not welcome here.
Timaeus couldn’t honestly give a shit.
In fact, despite the cold reception that he had been greeted with, the Colchian Lord was having the time of his life. What boy wouldn’t? For the first time in his life, Timaeus was free to explore to his heart’s content and there wasn’t a single adult to supervise him. If he wanted to go to a brothel and bed as many whores as he could pay for, Timaeus could. He was free to wander into an opium den or enter a tavern and wake up in the streets the next morning. For the first time in his life, Timaeus could do whatever he wanted without needing to face a single consequence for his reckless behavior. No longer was he kept beneath the watchful eye of his mother, father, or brother. He was as free as a bird. The Colchian was an eager puppy let off his leash for the first time ever.
And by gods did he love it.
It was so freeing for the boy to be reckless like this and as much as he was enjoying every moment of his newfound independence; the boy was admittedly a little overeager in taking part in all the sinful revelry that Egypt was known for. Essentially, while Timaeus was enamored with everything new in his life, he was ignoring some of the essential parts of being a functional member of society… like bathing. Timaeus had been in Thebes for just over a week now and he had cleaned himself once thus far. If he had been fully-grown maybe this wouldn’t be too terrible. However, Timaeus was a sixteen-year-old boy with hormones that ran hotter than the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Not to mention he was running about the city, bedding anything with a pulse, and getting shitfaced at every opportunity. Needless to say, he stank. Badly.
It was starting to reach an unbearable level. Which was, truthfully, a bit of a problem for Timaeus as he had no intention of stepping back into the Nile. Not after he and Adre had seen a crocodile further up the river the last time he had waded into the waters. Timaeus didn’t know for sure, but it wouldn’t have surprised him if Adre had been reassured by the locals that the crocs wouldn’t go anywhere near the two foreign boys. Timaeus would be not so easily swayed. The boy had a terrible fear of snakes and to him, seeing those two little beady eyes appear above the waterline was just too nervewracking for him. Swimming with a crocodile was not a risk that he was willing to take.
However, that was a bit of an issue as there weren’t exactly many other options in the city for foreign boys like him to get clean. It was, quite frankly, a bit ridiculous as Timaeus had seen bathhouses scattered throughout the city, but he wasn’t allowed in a single one of them. They were apparently reserved for only the upper echelons of Egyptian society and it didn’t matter that the boys were nobility back home. They were nobodies here and people like them didn’t get access to that sort of luxury… or at least Timaeus wouldn’t during the day.
He had noticed during his nights of stumbling back to his lodging that the bathhouses were empty and unguarded at night. So, when the stench became too much to bear, Timaeus made his way to one of the emptier parts of the city and wandered about until the sun began to set on the horizon. As the city began to retire, Timaeus gleefully watched as the bathhouse of his choice emptied for the night and the last few patrons that frequented it left alongside the guards that were meant to keep rabble like him out.
Even though he could see that the place was deserted, he didn’t approach the structure made out of cloth until a thick layer of darkness covered the city. It was only a safety precaution as Timaeus feared that even the slightest bit of light would cast his shadow onto the cloth and he would be caught by someone who wouldn’t take kindly to a Greek lurking about in a place that he didn’t belong. After a certain point, Timaeus was sure that the danger had passed and he just couldn’t take the waiting a moment longer. So, once the last few patrons of the street made their way back home, Timaeus made his way over to the bathhouse and pushed past the cloth barrier, flouting the rules that Egypt had set up for their society.
Finally free to take care of his hygiene, Timaeus took his sweet old time stripping himself of the greek garments that he was wearing. First came the sandals, carefully unlaced so that the strings wouldn’t be lost in the dark. Then the tunic, a bright red shade that stuck out in the neutral palettes of Egypt. Finally, the undergarments, leaving him completely bare in the empty bathhouse. All tossed aside along with a satchel that contained a fresh set of clothing. Only then did Timaeus make his way over to the hot spring waters that made up the baths. If anyone was watching, they may have laughed at the sight of this foreign boy testing the waters with his toes before settling in, but luckily for him, no one was paying attention. No one could even see him…
.. or at least, so he thought.
What Timaeus didn’t know was that while he was busying himself with preparing for the water, some lamps had been lit on the street, casting the shadows that Timaeus thought he avoided. Little did he know that as he moved about this forbidden space, shadows of parts he didn’t want to be seen were bouncing off the walls, putting on quite the show for a girl out on the town, looking for trouble and a good time… Both of which it seems like she was going to be found in the most unlikely of places tonight.
Timaeus didn’t know that he was no longer alone. At least not at first, when he dunked his head under the water and reemerged little droplets dripping down from his hair and the few little hairs the boy had on his chin that he was clearly trying to grow out -- a clear sign that he was not from the country that loved its beardless men. The water had plugged up his ears long enough that he missed the sound of a stranger’s footsteps moving closer to him. He didn’t see them either as he leaned back against the edge of the bath, completely unaware that he now a had a companion who by the time they parted would not only show him the true meaning of a fun time but utterly change his life in more ways than one.
Oh, little did Timaeus know that he was about to have the night of his life…
Neithotep H’Sheifa was a young woman who attracted mischief like moths to a flame, and tonight was no different.
She’d snuck out of her family’s saraaya hours before, armed with a handful of pilfered coin and a secretive smile. The young noblewoman had been a wily creature since she took her first toddling steps, and that had only gotten worse as the years went on. She was very much a girl who did what she wanted when she wanted to do it, and damn whoever said she couldn’t. It had long become obvious that her parents’ attempts at ‘punishment’ were just that—attempts. After so many failed tries at getting her to heed their will, it seemed Onuphrious and Iaheru had all but given up, turning the other cheek when Nia disappeared into the night and reappeared only at the morning meal.
This evening followed the vein of so many others, stumbling from tavern to tavern as she flirted and drank her fill. Most of the stolen coin still remained securely in her purse; once flashed a sweet smile, the lady of Hei Sheifa’s drinks were paid for by charmed merchants and vagabonds who held onto the promise of more. They were often promises that went unfulfilled, but it didn’t matter to her, so long as she got what she wanted.
Which she nearly always did.
Having left her last tavern of the night, Nia looked down at herself with an annoyed curl of her lip. A drunken soldier had spilled his mead right into her lap, soaking through her kalasiris and leaving the skin beneath sticky and stained. Disgusted while simultaneously reassuring the offender that she wasn’t angry, Nia had left the tavern in irritation, intent on finding somewhere to clean herself up before she went back home. The bathhouses were normally deserted at this hour, which suited her fine as the inebriated dolt’s mishap had left her in a rather sour mood. At least she could have a moment’s peace before she curled into her bed to sleep off the night’s misadventures.
Finding the nearest bathhouse to the tavern she’d just left, she paused outside while the vague impression of shadows danced on the embroidered walls that surrounded it. It wasn’t empty? That was very unusual for this time of night, and nearly made her reconsider her choice. However, she simply couldn’t stand the feel (or smell) of the mead coating her skin and decided it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like she had any qualms about bathing in front of anyone else.
Stepping inside while her fingers reached for the ties of her kalasiris, Nia paused in surprise when she saw who it was that occupied the pool. A young man she guessed to be near her own age lounged in the water, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Pale and handsome with features carved by the gods themselves, the Egyptian noblewoman found her interest piqued. It wasn’t often she came across Greek men and most particularly not in the bathhouses.
Good thing I decided not to skip it, after all.
Bare feet silent against the hard ground, Nia let her clothing fall from her in an airy whisper, a slow smirk curling across her features. Stepping from the pool of fabric that gathered around her feet, she stood and observed the young man for a moment before he realized she was there. Unblemished skin covered hardened muscle, the barest beginnings of a beard growing over a squared-off jaw. His face was even and symmetrical, proud even in silence. While many of her countrymen held disdain for foreigners, Nia was not among them. She’d always held an attraction for those of distant shores, perhaps an unconscious longing for what she couldn’t have.
But whatever her motivations, it didn’t matter. He was here and so was she, luckily for the both of them. He was the first man who’d truly drawn her interest all night.
Deciding it was time to make him aware of her, Nia’s smirk deepened as she carefully slid into the pool next to him—the surface rippling from her entrance. A soft sigh of relief echoed over the water as she turned to face her companion, resting her arm on the stone lip of the bath and unashamedly giving him a clear view of her taut, nubile form.
“Tell me,” she murmured softly in Coptic, dark eyes slowly drinking in his face. “How a Greek man comes to be lounging alone in an Egyptian bathhouse mere hours before sunrise. One might think he was trying to get himself into trouble.” Chuckling, she asked with a tilt of her brow, “Is he?”
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Neithotep H’Sheifa was a young woman who attracted mischief like moths to a flame, and tonight was no different.
She’d snuck out of her family’s saraaya hours before, armed with a handful of pilfered coin and a secretive smile. The young noblewoman had been a wily creature since she took her first toddling steps, and that had only gotten worse as the years went on. She was very much a girl who did what she wanted when she wanted to do it, and damn whoever said she couldn’t. It had long become obvious that her parents’ attempts at ‘punishment’ were just that—attempts. After so many failed tries at getting her to heed their will, it seemed Onuphrious and Iaheru had all but given up, turning the other cheek when Nia disappeared into the night and reappeared only at the morning meal.
This evening followed the vein of so many others, stumbling from tavern to tavern as she flirted and drank her fill. Most of the stolen coin still remained securely in her purse; once flashed a sweet smile, the lady of Hei Sheifa’s drinks were paid for by charmed merchants and vagabonds who held onto the promise of more. They were often promises that went unfulfilled, but it didn’t matter to her, so long as she got what she wanted.
Which she nearly always did.
Having left her last tavern of the night, Nia looked down at herself with an annoyed curl of her lip. A drunken soldier had spilled his mead right into her lap, soaking through her kalasiris and leaving the skin beneath sticky and stained. Disgusted while simultaneously reassuring the offender that she wasn’t angry, Nia had left the tavern in irritation, intent on finding somewhere to clean herself up before she went back home. The bathhouses were normally deserted at this hour, which suited her fine as the inebriated dolt’s mishap had left her in a rather sour mood. At least she could have a moment’s peace before she curled into her bed to sleep off the night’s misadventures.
Finding the nearest bathhouse to the tavern she’d just left, she paused outside while the vague impression of shadows danced on the embroidered walls that surrounded it. It wasn’t empty? That was very unusual for this time of night, and nearly made her reconsider her choice. However, she simply couldn’t stand the feel (or smell) of the mead coating her skin and decided it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like she had any qualms about bathing in front of anyone else.
Stepping inside while her fingers reached for the ties of her kalasiris, Nia paused in surprise when she saw who it was that occupied the pool. A young man she guessed to be near her own age lounged in the water, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Pale and handsome with features carved by the gods themselves, the Egyptian noblewoman found her interest piqued. It wasn’t often she came across Greek men and most particularly not in the bathhouses.
Good thing I decided not to skip it, after all.
Bare feet silent against the hard ground, Nia let her clothing fall from her in an airy whisper, a slow smirk curling across her features. Stepping from the pool of fabric that gathered around her feet, she stood and observed the young man for a moment before he realized she was there. Unblemished skin covered hardened muscle, the barest beginnings of a beard growing over a squared-off jaw. His face was even and symmetrical, proud even in silence. While many of her countrymen held disdain for foreigners, Nia was not among them. She’d always held an attraction for those of distant shores, perhaps an unconscious longing for what she couldn’t have.
But whatever her motivations, it didn’t matter. He was here and so was she, luckily for the both of them. He was the first man who’d truly drawn her interest all night.
Deciding it was time to make him aware of her, Nia’s smirk deepened as she carefully slid into the pool next to him—the surface rippling from her entrance. A soft sigh of relief echoed over the water as she turned to face her companion, resting her arm on the stone lip of the bath and unashamedly giving him a clear view of her taut, nubile form.
“Tell me,” she murmured softly in Coptic, dark eyes slowly drinking in his face. “How a Greek man comes to be lounging alone in an Egyptian bathhouse mere hours before sunrise. One might think he was trying to get himself into trouble.” Chuckling, she asked with a tilt of her brow, “Is he?”
Neithotep H’Sheifa was a young woman who attracted mischief like moths to a flame, and tonight was no different.
She’d snuck out of her family’s saraaya hours before, armed with a handful of pilfered coin and a secretive smile. The young noblewoman had been a wily creature since she took her first toddling steps, and that had only gotten worse as the years went on. She was very much a girl who did what she wanted when she wanted to do it, and damn whoever said she couldn’t. It had long become obvious that her parents’ attempts at ‘punishment’ were just that—attempts. After so many failed tries at getting her to heed their will, it seemed Onuphrious and Iaheru had all but given up, turning the other cheek when Nia disappeared into the night and reappeared only at the morning meal.
This evening followed the vein of so many others, stumbling from tavern to tavern as she flirted and drank her fill. Most of the stolen coin still remained securely in her purse; once flashed a sweet smile, the lady of Hei Sheifa’s drinks were paid for by charmed merchants and vagabonds who held onto the promise of more. They were often promises that went unfulfilled, but it didn’t matter to her, so long as she got what she wanted.
Which she nearly always did.
Having left her last tavern of the night, Nia looked down at herself with an annoyed curl of her lip. A drunken soldier had spilled his mead right into her lap, soaking through her kalasiris and leaving the skin beneath sticky and stained. Disgusted while simultaneously reassuring the offender that she wasn’t angry, Nia had left the tavern in irritation, intent on finding somewhere to clean herself up before she went back home. The bathhouses were normally deserted at this hour, which suited her fine as the inebriated dolt’s mishap had left her in a rather sour mood. At least she could have a moment’s peace before she curled into her bed to sleep off the night’s misadventures.
Finding the nearest bathhouse to the tavern she’d just left, she paused outside while the vague impression of shadows danced on the embroidered walls that surrounded it. It wasn’t empty? That was very unusual for this time of night, and nearly made her reconsider her choice. However, she simply couldn’t stand the feel (or smell) of the mead coating her skin and decided it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like she had any qualms about bathing in front of anyone else.
Stepping inside while her fingers reached for the ties of her kalasiris, Nia paused in surprise when she saw who it was that occupied the pool. A young man she guessed to be near her own age lounged in the water, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Pale and handsome with features carved by the gods themselves, the Egyptian noblewoman found her interest piqued. It wasn’t often she came across Greek men and most particularly not in the bathhouses.
Good thing I decided not to skip it, after all.
Bare feet silent against the hard ground, Nia let her clothing fall from her in an airy whisper, a slow smirk curling across her features. Stepping from the pool of fabric that gathered around her feet, she stood and observed the young man for a moment before he realized she was there. Unblemished skin covered hardened muscle, the barest beginnings of a beard growing over a squared-off jaw. His face was even and symmetrical, proud even in silence. While many of her countrymen held disdain for foreigners, Nia was not among them. She’d always held an attraction for those of distant shores, perhaps an unconscious longing for what she couldn’t have.
But whatever her motivations, it didn’t matter. He was here and so was she, luckily for the both of them. He was the first man who’d truly drawn her interest all night.
Deciding it was time to make him aware of her, Nia’s smirk deepened as she carefully slid into the pool next to him—the surface rippling from her entrance. A soft sigh of relief echoed over the water as she turned to face her companion, resting her arm on the stone lip of the bath and unashamedly giving him a clear view of her taut, nubile form.
“Tell me,” she murmured softly in Coptic, dark eyes slowly drinking in his face. “How a Greek man comes to be lounging alone in an Egyptian bathhouse mere hours before sunrise. One might think he was trying to get himself into trouble.” Chuckling, she asked with a tilt of her brow, “Is he?”
Timaeus’s eyes flew open with the sound of another entering the water next to him. He hadn’t even heard them enter the bathhouse as the burbling of the springwater had masked any noises they had made in their approach. Which was a good thing as Timaeus would not have known what to make of the sight of this young Egyptian woman appraising him like he was some sort of jewel laid out for her in the water. Not when he thought that she was the lost treasure here. A small gasp was pulled out of the boy as Nia settled into the water. He couldn’t even think as he regarded her lithe form that Timaeus was certain belonged to some sort of goddess and not a mortal like them. For a solid moment, the Colchian was convinced that she was that. After all, there was no way that a woman as beautiful as her would just appear naked in the same bathhouse that he was also currently nude in. It had to be some sort of divine event. There was no other way for the boy to explain it.
This sheer shock of seeing the noblewoman like this was clear in the way that Timaeus’s eyes lit up at the sight of her. Unlike the way that some men would look at Nia in the years to come—with a hardened gaze that was meant to do nothing more than appraise her nubile form and compare her to previous conquests— there was an odd sort of innocence in the way that Timaeus’s eyes roamed her body. Granted, there was absolutely nothing that was ‘pure’ or ‘chaste’ about this Colchian boy. That had been thoroughly stamped out of him in the time he had spent in the military as a steward for his uncle. He had been exposed to more than enough bawdy stories from the ugliest of soldiers, lying through whatever teeth they had left about how they had managed to bed the most beautiful of nymphs during their youth. It was all straight out of their rear ends, of course, but the details had been graphic enough that Timaeus had learned a thing or two from them. Not to mention that even though the boy may have only been sixteen-years-old, he was not a virgin. After all, noble boys like him didn’t tend to keep this status for long when they caught sight of pretty serving girls. So his by all accounts, he shouldn’t have been all too flustered by the sight of a naked woman… but he was still a teenaged boy. These past experiences weren’t enough to override the mind-numbing effects of seeing a pair of boobs unexpectedly.
He tried to keep his composure, Timaeus wasn’t very successful in keeping his eyes off the prize that Nia had no shame in flaunting. They just kept drifting back of their own accord, drawing out a cheeky grin from the Colchian every time they moved. It would be there for just a moment before Timaeus would quickly look away, snapping shut the slack jaw that also formed with every peek. He couldn’t help it. Especially as Timaeus was quickly learning that he had a thing for non-greek girls if the way his blood was quickly rushing south was a good indicator of what he did and did not like.
And he really liked Nia.
When she spoke, the words were lost on him. Although given how everything else had gone thus far, you’d think that mentally Timaeus would be too distracted by the girl to string any sort of coherent thought, but this wasn’t the case. The simple fact of the matter was that Timaeus didn’t know Coptic. He could pick out a word or two from what she said—like ‘Greek’, ‘Egyptian’, and ‘trouble’ even though he didn’t know the meaning of the last one because it was just something that the people of Thebes liked to shout at Tim and Adre. However, the rest of it was nothing more than gibberish to him. The awestruck expression that had been plastered on his face was quickly replaced with a puzzled one as he tried to work out what she could have possibly said. It was an impossible task though given what little brainpower Timaeus had left and the sheer amount of words that were missing. Maybe if Nia was dressed he might have been able to piece it together but in her current state? You might as well have asked Timaeus to turn the water around them into gold. Even though Timaeus didn’t have the ability to convey this in her language, he was able to convey the basics as he said almost sheepishly in his mother tongue, “I suppose you don’t know any Greek, do you?”
It was a foolish thing for Timaeus to ask as the answer was already more than clear, but he supposed it didn’t truly matter. They wouldn’t need to talk if this foreign beauty before him was just as hot and bothered as he was. There was no way that she couldn’t be. Not with the way her eyes drank in his taunt muscles just like how he kept lingering on the features that he was certain he had seen on a statue of Hathor elsewhere on Thebes. By gods, she was so gorgeous. None of the girls in Colchis even compared to the sultry features that were practically beckoning Timaeus to draw closer to her.
Unable to resist this siren’s call, Timaeus scooted closer to her so that now they were close enough that his fingertips could just barely brush over thigh beneath the water. The graze against her nubile skin was quick, barely substantial enough to hold up to scrutiny if he claimed it to be an accident… but they both knew that it wasn’t. Not when he was now close enough that she could see what he was hiding underneath the water. There was a moment of silence between the pair as Timaeus got distracted by how close he now was to the naked girl, biting his lip as his eyes continued their exploration of her body. The tension between them was so thick that it could be cut with a knife, making it clear that there was only one way this was gonna end if she was willing to forgo the fact that they would not be able to chat afterward.
Save, of course, for the handful of phrases that Timaeus knew. Even though most of them were useless in this situation, there was one that the boy knew that would help the pair. “My name is Timaeus” The Colchian said slowly in order to avoid some sort of embarrassing cacoepy by muddling the Coptic. His words came with an odd sort of breathlessness that came with being so close to her. It was something that he hoped she wouldn’t notice as he lifted one eyebrow at her, asking wordlessly for her own name. After all, if things progressed the way that Timaeus hoped they would, he would need something to scream beyond a litany of curse words she would not understand.
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Timaeus’s eyes flew open with the sound of another entering the water next to him. He hadn’t even heard them enter the bathhouse as the burbling of the springwater had masked any noises they had made in their approach. Which was a good thing as Timaeus would not have known what to make of the sight of this young Egyptian woman appraising him like he was some sort of jewel laid out for her in the water. Not when he thought that she was the lost treasure here. A small gasp was pulled out of the boy as Nia settled into the water. He couldn’t even think as he regarded her lithe form that Timaeus was certain belonged to some sort of goddess and not a mortal like them. For a solid moment, the Colchian was convinced that she was that. After all, there was no way that a woman as beautiful as her would just appear naked in the same bathhouse that he was also currently nude in. It had to be some sort of divine event. There was no other way for the boy to explain it.
This sheer shock of seeing the noblewoman like this was clear in the way that Timaeus’s eyes lit up at the sight of her. Unlike the way that some men would look at Nia in the years to come—with a hardened gaze that was meant to do nothing more than appraise her nubile form and compare her to previous conquests— there was an odd sort of innocence in the way that Timaeus’s eyes roamed her body. Granted, there was absolutely nothing that was ‘pure’ or ‘chaste’ about this Colchian boy. That had been thoroughly stamped out of him in the time he had spent in the military as a steward for his uncle. He had been exposed to more than enough bawdy stories from the ugliest of soldiers, lying through whatever teeth they had left about how they had managed to bed the most beautiful of nymphs during their youth. It was all straight out of their rear ends, of course, but the details had been graphic enough that Timaeus had learned a thing or two from them. Not to mention that even though the boy may have only been sixteen-years-old, he was not a virgin. After all, noble boys like him didn’t tend to keep this status for long when they caught sight of pretty serving girls. So his by all accounts, he shouldn’t have been all too flustered by the sight of a naked woman… but he was still a teenaged boy. These past experiences weren’t enough to override the mind-numbing effects of seeing a pair of boobs unexpectedly.
He tried to keep his composure, Timaeus wasn’t very successful in keeping his eyes off the prize that Nia had no shame in flaunting. They just kept drifting back of their own accord, drawing out a cheeky grin from the Colchian every time they moved. It would be there for just a moment before Timaeus would quickly look away, snapping shut the slack jaw that also formed with every peek. He couldn’t help it. Especially as Timaeus was quickly learning that he had a thing for non-greek girls if the way his blood was quickly rushing south was a good indicator of what he did and did not like.
And he really liked Nia.
When she spoke, the words were lost on him. Although given how everything else had gone thus far, you’d think that mentally Timaeus would be too distracted by the girl to string any sort of coherent thought, but this wasn’t the case. The simple fact of the matter was that Timaeus didn’t know Coptic. He could pick out a word or two from what she said—like ‘Greek’, ‘Egyptian’, and ‘trouble’ even though he didn’t know the meaning of the last one because it was just something that the people of Thebes liked to shout at Tim and Adre. However, the rest of it was nothing more than gibberish to him. The awestruck expression that had been plastered on his face was quickly replaced with a puzzled one as he tried to work out what she could have possibly said. It was an impossible task though given what little brainpower Timaeus had left and the sheer amount of words that were missing. Maybe if Nia was dressed he might have been able to piece it together but in her current state? You might as well have asked Timaeus to turn the water around them into gold. Even though Timaeus didn’t have the ability to convey this in her language, he was able to convey the basics as he said almost sheepishly in his mother tongue, “I suppose you don’t know any Greek, do you?”
It was a foolish thing for Timaeus to ask as the answer was already more than clear, but he supposed it didn’t truly matter. They wouldn’t need to talk if this foreign beauty before him was just as hot and bothered as he was. There was no way that she couldn’t be. Not with the way her eyes drank in his taunt muscles just like how he kept lingering on the features that he was certain he had seen on a statue of Hathor elsewhere on Thebes. By gods, she was so gorgeous. None of the girls in Colchis even compared to the sultry features that were practically beckoning Timaeus to draw closer to her.
Unable to resist this siren’s call, Timaeus scooted closer to her so that now they were close enough that his fingertips could just barely brush over thigh beneath the water. The graze against her nubile skin was quick, barely substantial enough to hold up to scrutiny if he claimed it to be an accident… but they both knew that it wasn’t. Not when he was now close enough that she could see what he was hiding underneath the water. There was a moment of silence between the pair as Timaeus got distracted by how close he now was to the naked girl, biting his lip as his eyes continued their exploration of her body. The tension between them was so thick that it could be cut with a knife, making it clear that there was only one way this was gonna end if she was willing to forgo the fact that they would not be able to chat afterward.
Save, of course, for the handful of phrases that Timaeus knew. Even though most of them were useless in this situation, there was one that the boy knew that would help the pair. “My name is Timaeus” The Colchian said slowly in order to avoid some sort of embarrassing cacoepy by muddling the Coptic. His words came with an odd sort of breathlessness that came with being so close to her. It was something that he hoped she wouldn’t notice as he lifted one eyebrow at her, asking wordlessly for her own name. After all, if things progressed the way that Timaeus hoped they would, he would need something to scream beyond a litany of curse words she would not understand.
Timaeus’s eyes flew open with the sound of another entering the water next to him. He hadn’t even heard them enter the bathhouse as the burbling of the springwater had masked any noises they had made in their approach. Which was a good thing as Timaeus would not have known what to make of the sight of this young Egyptian woman appraising him like he was some sort of jewel laid out for her in the water. Not when he thought that she was the lost treasure here. A small gasp was pulled out of the boy as Nia settled into the water. He couldn’t even think as he regarded her lithe form that Timaeus was certain belonged to some sort of goddess and not a mortal like them. For a solid moment, the Colchian was convinced that she was that. After all, there was no way that a woman as beautiful as her would just appear naked in the same bathhouse that he was also currently nude in. It had to be some sort of divine event. There was no other way for the boy to explain it.
This sheer shock of seeing the noblewoman like this was clear in the way that Timaeus’s eyes lit up at the sight of her. Unlike the way that some men would look at Nia in the years to come—with a hardened gaze that was meant to do nothing more than appraise her nubile form and compare her to previous conquests— there was an odd sort of innocence in the way that Timaeus’s eyes roamed her body. Granted, there was absolutely nothing that was ‘pure’ or ‘chaste’ about this Colchian boy. That had been thoroughly stamped out of him in the time he had spent in the military as a steward for his uncle. He had been exposed to more than enough bawdy stories from the ugliest of soldiers, lying through whatever teeth they had left about how they had managed to bed the most beautiful of nymphs during their youth. It was all straight out of their rear ends, of course, but the details had been graphic enough that Timaeus had learned a thing or two from them. Not to mention that even though the boy may have only been sixteen-years-old, he was not a virgin. After all, noble boys like him didn’t tend to keep this status for long when they caught sight of pretty serving girls. So his by all accounts, he shouldn’t have been all too flustered by the sight of a naked woman… but he was still a teenaged boy. These past experiences weren’t enough to override the mind-numbing effects of seeing a pair of boobs unexpectedly.
He tried to keep his composure, Timaeus wasn’t very successful in keeping his eyes off the prize that Nia had no shame in flaunting. They just kept drifting back of their own accord, drawing out a cheeky grin from the Colchian every time they moved. It would be there for just a moment before Timaeus would quickly look away, snapping shut the slack jaw that also formed with every peek. He couldn’t help it. Especially as Timaeus was quickly learning that he had a thing for non-greek girls if the way his blood was quickly rushing south was a good indicator of what he did and did not like.
And he really liked Nia.
When she spoke, the words were lost on him. Although given how everything else had gone thus far, you’d think that mentally Timaeus would be too distracted by the girl to string any sort of coherent thought, but this wasn’t the case. The simple fact of the matter was that Timaeus didn’t know Coptic. He could pick out a word or two from what she said—like ‘Greek’, ‘Egyptian’, and ‘trouble’ even though he didn’t know the meaning of the last one because it was just something that the people of Thebes liked to shout at Tim and Adre. However, the rest of it was nothing more than gibberish to him. The awestruck expression that had been plastered on his face was quickly replaced with a puzzled one as he tried to work out what she could have possibly said. It was an impossible task though given what little brainpower Timaeus had left and the sheer amount of words that were missing. Maybe if Nia was dressed he might have been able to piece it together but in her current state? You might as well have asked Timaeus to turn the water around them into gold. Even though Timaeus didn’t have the ability to convey this in her language, he was able to convey the basics as he said almost sheepishly in his mother tongue, “I suppose you don’t know any Greek, do you?”
It was a foolish thing for Timaeus to ask as the answer was already more than clear, but he supposed it didn’t truly matter. They wouldn’t need to talk if this foreign beauty before him was just as hot and bothered as he was. There was no way that she couldn’t be. Not with the way her eyes drank in his taunt muscles just like how he kept lingering on the features that he was certain he had seen on a statue of Hathor elsewhere on Thebes. By gods, she was so gorgeous. None of the girls in Colchis even compared to the sultry features that were practically beckoning Timaeus to draw closer to her.
Unable to resist this siren’s call, Timaeus scooted closer to her so that now they were close enough that his fingertips could just barely brush over thigh beneath the water. The graze against her nubile skin was quick, barely substantial enough to hold up to scrutiny if he claimed it to be an accident… but they both knew that it wasn’t. Not when he was now close enough that she could see what he was hiding underneath the water. There was a moment of silence between the pair as Timaeus got distracted by how close he now was to the naked girl, biting his lip as his eyes continued their exploration of her body. The tension between them was so thick that it could be cut with a knife, making it clear that there was only one way this was gonna end if she was willing to forgo the fact that they would not be able to chat afterward.
Save, of course, for the handful of phrases that Timaeus knew. Even though most of them were useless in this situation, there was one that the boy knew that would help the pair. “My name is Timaeus” The Colchian said slowly in order to avoid some sort of embarrassing cacoepy by muddling the Coptic. His words came with an odd sort of breathlessness that came with being so close to her. It was something that he hoped she wouldn’t notice as he lifted one eyebrow at her, asking wordlessly for her own name. After all, if things progressed the way that Timaeus hoped they would, he would need something to scream beyond a litany of curse words she would not understand.
The path made by his eyes might as well have been carved by his fingers for all the subtlety in his gaze. Not that she minded—after all, even at seventeen, Nia was well acquainted with the wandering eyes of men. It was not something she shied away from; in fact, quite the opposite. At times, it was as if she was imbued with Hathor’s grace herself, drawing suitors to her bed with the ease of flies to honey. There were whispers about her, of course, for how could there not be? It wasn’t so much the frequency of the act itself that drew the gossipers’ attention, but more so who she performed it with. A young noblewoman with a predilection for commoners and ruffians? The scandal!
Nia didn’t care. Egypt was a kingdom of revelry and hedonism—why did it matter so much who she bedded? If she slept her way through the noble class, would they commend her for it instead? Or would they find some other reason for their titters and murmurs? As far as she was concerned, they were just jealous that they didn’t their lives as freely as she did.
Of course, she had no way of knowing the young man next to her was as noble as she, with a bloodline perhaps even older than hers. All she saw was a handsome face and a sculpted body, and in the moment, that was all that really mattered. It wasn’t so much that Nia cared about noble blood in her lovers (or really, a lack thereof), but a lowered or absence of inhibition. The girl was a spirited creature with a spark and zest for life that was hard to match. Riding through each day on a whim, she sought out those like her, those who would join her in reaching out and grabbing with both hands the many pleasures that the world had to offer.
So, the question stood—was this Greek man one of those like her, free-spirited and uninhibited? Judging by the heat in his regard, the unashamed admiration that shined from his expression, and the way he ‘accidentally’ brushed against her, she had a feeling he would have few inhibitions tonight.
There was something he said to her that was framed with the cadence of a question, but Nia understood very little of it. Cocking her head to the side, she shrugged to show her lack of comprehension, nothing really coming through but the word ‘Greek.’ Was he asking if she spoke Greek?
She knew a smattering of words in the language, what little she’d retained from lessons in her childhood. The lessons she had deigned to attend, anyway—more often than not, she snuck off with her younger brother when their tutors arrived, and eventually, their parents stopped pushing so hard. Now, she was wishing she’d paid more attention.
“No Greek,” she admitted sheepishly, even the two simple words clumsy and heavily accented. Switching back to her own tongue, she said, “Only Coptic.”
Apparently, he was in much the same situation, telling her his name in just as clunky Coptic as she had Greek. She smiled warmly at his attempt, gesturing at herself. “Nia,” she gave him only the shortened version of her name, as she doubted he’d be able to say her full name, anyway.
The language barrier was sure to pose some difficulty, as Nia had no way of charming him in the ways she normally did. It was harder to convey her intentions without the use of speech, but luckily there were some languages that were universal. It wasn’t hard to tell that this Timaeus had the same inclination she did, his posture and gaze all but screaming it at her. But, just how bold was this man, a foreigner on her native shores? He hadn’t pulled away, and that was a start.
“The irony that such a handsome man would fall right into my lap, and neither of us can understand the other,” she said with a laugh and a sparkle in her eye, shaking her head and leaning in just a bit closer while her knee lightly rested against his. “I swear, sometimes the gods just like to have a laugh.”
Looking at him thoughtfully, she made a pensive sound in her throat as she tried to think of ways she could communicate without a shared language. Even she liked to know at least a thing or two about someone beyond their name before she fell into their arms. “Why are you here in Egypt?” she asked slowly, making first a questioning gesture with her hands and then another broader gesture to indicate their location. She hoped he would at least understand the word Egypt and perhaps pick up on the context. “Are you a soldier?” Pointing at him, she mimed a salute and the stabbing of a sword. “A merchant?” Here, she rubbed her fingers together as if rubbing coins together. “Something else?”
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The path made by his eyes might as well have been carved by his fingers for all the subtlety in his gaze. Not that she minded—after all, even at seventeen, Nia was well acquainted with the wandering eyes of men. It was not something she shied away from; in fact, quite the opposite. At times, it was as if she was imbued with Hathor’s grace herself, drawing suitors to her bed with the ease of flies to honey. There were whispers about her, of course, for how could there not be? It wasn’t so much the frequency of the act itself that drew the gossipers’ attention, but more so who she performed it with. A young noblewoman with a predilection for commoners and ruffians? The scandal!
Nia didn’t care. Egypt was a kingdom of revelry and hedonism—why did it matter so much who she bedded? If she slept her way through the noble class, would they commend her for it instead? Or would they find some other reason for their titters and murmurs? As far as she was concerned, they were just jealous that they didn’t their lives as freely as she did.
Of course, she had no way of knowing the young man next to her was as noble as she, with a bloodline perhaps even older than hers. All she saw was a handsome face and a sculpted body, and in the moment, that was all that really mattered. It wasn’t so much that Nia cared about noble blood in her lovers (or really, a lack thereof), but a lowered or absence of inhibition. The girl was a spirited creature with a spark and zest for life that was hard to match. Riding through each day on a whim, she sought out those like her, those who would join her in reaching out and grabbing with both hands the many pleasures that the world had to offer.
So, the question stood—was this Greek man one of those like her, free-spirited and uninhibited? Judging by the heat in his regard, the unashamed admiration that shined from his expression, and the way he ‘accidentally’ brushed against her, she had a feeling he would have few inhibitions tonight.
There was something he said to her that was framed with the cadence of a question, but Nia understood very little of it. Cocking her head to the side, she shrugged to show her lack of comprehension, nothing really coming through but the word ‘Greek.’ Was he asking if she spoke Greek?
She knew a smattering of words in the language, what little she’d retained from lessons in her childhood. The lessons she had deigned to attend, anyway—more often than not, she snuck off with her younger brother when their tutors arrived, and eventually, their parents stopped pushing so hard. Now, she was wishing she’d paid more attention.
“No Greek,” she admitted sheepishly, even the two simple words clumsy and heavily accented. Switching back to her own tongue, she said, “Only Coptic.”
Apparently, he was in much the same situation, telling her his name in just as clunky Coptic as she had Greek. She smiled warmly at his attempt, gesturing at herself. “Nia,” she gave him only the shortened version of her name, as she doubted he’d be able to say her full name, anyway.
The language barrier was sure to pose some difficulty, as Nia had no way of charming him in the ways she normally did. It was harder to convey her intentions without the use of speech, but luckily there were some languages that were universal. It wasn’t hard to tell that this Timaeus had the same inclination she did, his posture and gaze all but screaming it at her. But, just how bold was this man, a foreigner on her native shores? He hadn’t pulled away, and that was a start.
“The irony that such a handsome man would fall right into my lap, and neither of us can understand the other,” she said with a laugh and a sparkle in her eye, shaking her head and leaning in just a bit closer while her knee lightly rested against his. “I swear, sometimes the gods just like to have a laugh.”
Looking at him thoughtfully, she made a pensive sound in her throat as she tried to think of ways she could communicate without a shared language. Even she liked to know at least a thing or two about someone beyond their name before she fell into their arms. “Why are you here in Egypt?” she asked slowly, making first a questioning gesture with her hands and then another broader gesture to indicate their location. She hoped he would at least understand the word Egypt and perhaps pick up on the context. “Are you a soldier?” Pointing at him, she mimed a salute and the stabbing of a sword. “A merchant?” Here, she rubbed her fingers together as if rubbing coins together. “Something else?”
The path made by his eyes might as well have been carved by his fingers for all the subtlety in his gaze. Not that she minded—after all, even at seventeen, Nia was well acquainted with the wandering eyes of men. It was not something she shied away from; in fact, quite the opposite. At times, it was as if she was imbued with Hathor’s grace herself, drawing suitors to her bed with the ease of flies to honey. There were whispers about her, of course, for how could there not be? It wasn’t so much the frequency of the act itself that drew the gossipers’ attention, but more so who she performed it with. A young noblewoman with a predilection for commoners and ruffians? The scandal!
Nia didn’t care. Egypt was a kingdom of revelry and hedonism—why did it matter so much who she bedded? If she slept her way through the noble class, would they commend her for it instead? Or would they find some other reason for their titters and murmurs? As far as she was concerned, they were just jealous that they didn’t their lives as freely as she did.
Of course, she had no way of knowing the young man next to her was as noble as she, with a bloodline perhaps even older than hers. All she saw was a handsome face and a sculpted body, and in the moment, that was all that really mattered. It wasn’t so much that Nia cared about noble blood in her lovers (or really, a lack thereof), but a lowered or absence of inhibition. The girl was a spirited creature with a spark and zest for life that was hard to match. Riding through each day on a whim, she sought out those like her, those who would join her in reaching out and grabbing with both hands the many pleasures that the world had to offer.
So, the question stood—was this Greek man one of those like her, free-spirited and uninhibited? Judging by the heat in his regard, the unashamed admiration that shined from his expression, and the way he ‘accidentally’ brushed against her, she had a feeling he would have few inhibitions tonight.
There was something he said to her that was framed with the cadence of a question, but Nia understood very little of it. Cocking her head to the side, she shrugged to show her lack of comprehension, nothing really coming through but the word ‘Greek.’ Was he asking if she spoke Greek?
She knew a smattering of words in the language, what little she’d retained from lessons in her childhood. The lessons she had deigned to attend, anyway—more often than not, she snuck off with her younger brother when their tutors arrived, and eventually, their parents stopped pushing so hard. Now, she was wishing she’d paid more attention.
“No Greek,” she admitted sheepishly, even the two simple words clumsy and heavily accented. Switching back to her own tongue, she said, “Only Coptic.”
Apparently, he was in much the same situation, telling her his name in just as clunky Coptic as she had Greek. She smiled warmly at his attempt, gesturing at herself. “Nia,” she gave him only the shortened version of her name, as she doubted he’d be able to say her full name, anyway.
The language barrier was sure to pose some difficulty, as Nia had no way of charming him in the ways she normally did. It was harder to convey her intentions without the use of speech, but luckily there were some languages that were universal. It wasn’t hard to tell that this Timaeus had the same inclination she did, his posture and gaze all but screaming it at her. But, just how bold was this man, a foreigner on her native shores? He hadn’t pulled away, and that was a start.
“The irony that such a handsome man would fall right into my lap, and neither of us can understand the other,” she said with a laugh and a sparkle in her eye, shaking her head and leaning in just a bit closer while her knee lightly rested against his. “I swear, sometimes the gods just like to have a laugh.”
Looking at him thoughtfully, she made a pensive sound in her throat as she tried to think of ways she could communicate without a shared language. Even she liked to know at least a thing or two about someone beyond their name before she fell into their arms. “Why are you here in Egypt?” she asked slowly, making first a questioning gesture with her hands and then another broader gesture to indicate their location. She hoped he would at least understand the word Egypt and perhaps pick up on the context. “Are you a soldier?” Pointing at him, she mimed a salute and the stabbing of a sword. “A merchant?” Here, she rubbed her fingers together as if rubbing coins together. “Something else?”
If Nia was worried that the boy next to her might have reservations about the path to the bliss they were swiftly careening towards, she might have been set as ease by the hungry way his gaze flickered over her body. In an odd sort of way, he was almost emboldened by their inability to communicate as it was very difficult to tell each other to look away when neither of them knew the words for such a thing. Not that it mattered anyway. Timaeus had not failed to notice how her gaze had not hungrily drunk him in as well -- as if they were both lost in the sands that surrounded Thebes and the other stranger was an oasis that was desperately needed. He doubted that either of them would shy away from what would inevitably come next.
Timaeus secretly hoped that it would come sooner than later. After all, they did not have the messy business of small talk to deal with as both of them spoke in their mother tongues to the complete bewilderment of the other. The Colchian at least had attempted to give the girl his name in Coptic, but he could tell from that faint smile that was more akin to a cringe that he had not fared so well in his attempt to bring down the language barrier. Oh well, Timaeus could not really be blamed for the clunky phrasing and poor diction as he had never been tutored in the language. He had only been taught to parrot a few phrases to help him get by and nothing more than that -- but at least an attempt was made. The reward for it was more than satisfying as he now had the pleasure of knowing the young woman’s name. Good -- he would need something to scream later that weren’t just curses in his own language. He was certain that she would appreciate that.
“Nia.” He parroted back quietly, a playful grin on his face as he regarded the girl it belonged to. It was certainly a pretty name to say the least. In fact, he was actually quite fond of it. After all, this was so much easier for him to say than some of the other names he had heard tossed around the market such as Isetheperu and Hatshepsut. Those were nightmares for his Greek tongue, but Nia? That was simple, that was easy. Just like the girl who wore it with a certain sense of pride.
Not that Timaeus was referring to her in the same derogatory way that he might with his brothers-in-arms back in the barracks. (Though, truthfully, Tim would be totally justified in such comments given how fast things were progressing between the two.) But there was a certain simplicity to this dynamic given that they both could not speak the same language. There wasn’t any need to faff around and pretend that they didn’t have an interest in each other or attempt to seduce each other with pretty words. That would be just a waste of their time.
However, it appeared that Nia was attempting to do just that as a flurry of strange words left her tongue. Even though what she said was nothing short of nonsensical to Timaeus, her intent was clear through the sultry lilt to her words and the almost intoxicating way she leaned in closer to him, sending a flurry of butterflies rising up in him as she brushed against him. Timaeus had to bite his lip to hold back a little noise of approval of what she had done. It was more than obvious that he was a young hormonal boy if her merely rubbing the slightest bit of skin against him would send his pulse racing like this. If she wasn’t also just as hot-blooded him, it might have almost come across as pathetic. But, they were both just as eager as the other… all it would take would be just one nudge before they both would go tumbling over the edge.
It took every ounce of his strength to not pull her over with him.
“You speak as if I understand you,” Timaeus muttered in Greek with a light chuckle, utterly amused by this dance that they were partaking in. Even though this wasn’t exactly the sort of graceful moment that he was hoping for with such a beautiful woman being so close to him, Timaeus wouldn’t complain. After all, there was no point, she would not understand him. “But just like your words, you’re a beautiful mystery. If you were in Greek, I might even go as far as to call you a nymph or a goddess come to bless me… but we’re just two mortals, aren’t we?” Timaeus continued to say, making sure his words were just as slow and enticing as hers had been before. Although, his inner romantic was pleased with the comparisons that he had made --though truthfully, every woman who spent a night with him would be called a goddess-- he knew that they were utterly wasted on her. He could be talking about what he had for dinner for all that he knew. This was why he wanted to be done with the small talk. It was useless to them. Why bother with it when there were more fun things to do?
However, it seemed to be that Nia was eager to hold onto this method of seduction as she carefully mimed a question to him. Her hand gestures were easy enough to understand. She was asking him what he did for a living. After all, there were very few inquiries that could tie together merchants and soldiers like this. In truth, he was a bit of both. He was trained as a soldier but had no proper experience outside of working with his uncle. He was forced to be a merchant as Adre’s goal for this sea-faring adventure was to expand the reach of the Nikolaos family’s influence. But would he describe himself as either of these things? No. Not by a long shot. His days as a fighter were done. He had left his family behind and thus effectively given up any chance to rise through the military ranks. He was abysmal at the art of business and thus was not trusted with any of the ledgers or wares. There was only one thing that he could call himself during this period of his life where he would be wandering the known realm in search of adventure.
Nia wouldn’t be getting it so easily though. Not if Timaeus had anything to do with it.
Growing tired of the copious amounts of small talk and little action, Tim decided to be bold by taking things into his own hands. Literally. With a cheeky grin flashed at Nia, Tim was quick to grasp the noble girl by the hips and gently pull her over him in the water. Now she was straddling him. The two of them were so close now that they could practically feel each other’s panting breathes upon their skin. He couldn’t speak for Nia, but Tim’s eyes grew dark with lust as they drifted down to her chest which was just barely peeking out above the water and if the two of them moved just a hair’s breadth closer to the other, they would graze against Tim’s skin. If that were to happen… the poor teenager would simply lose his mind. His own raging hormones were in absolute overdrive at that moment and Timaeus wanted to do nothing to calm them down.
Given how sudden the action was, he was smart enough to loosen his hold on her so that she might clamber off of him if she decided that this was too much. That he was being too forward. Timaeus doubted that she would, but he had learned how to behave like a proper nobleman. He was the farthest thing from a brute. Instead, his hands rested on the curve where her waist met her hip, barely there and almost hovering. It was just enough to satisfy Tim’s burning need for contact but easily escapable. Though, Tim had a certain inkling that she wouldn’t want to do that. Not with how desperate they both seemed to be in wanting to devour each other.
“Sailor” He supplied in Coptic, parroting back the word that he had heard shouted so many times at the docks of Thebes. His pronunciation was just as crude as before, but it certainly got the job done as she would get the gist of what he was doing here in Egypt and how he was the sort who was not keen to settle for very long. That alone could be shown in how antsy Timaeus was in sitting here, so close to Nia, but not doing anything to sate his thirst for her. That needed to be rectified immediately.
This was done by providing Nia with the other title that he would use for what he was doing here in Egypt, but this time he could only say it in Greek. “Adventurer” He whispered to her with his breath hitching at being so close to such a beautiful woman. Tim’s heart was practically hammering in his chest as he leaned forward to repeat the word when his lips hovered so close to hers that they almost touched, “Adventurer.” He did not hesitate before diving in, his grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly as he pulled her closer to him, indulging in the sweet taste of her lips. She tasted like honey and other fruits Tim could never hope to name. He wondered what she could taste on his own or if she was so lost in the moment that she wasn’t even paying attention.
Tim was certain that he wasn’t. Not when he was he was too busy dragging Nia down with him over that cliff towards what he would only be able to later describe as an adventure of a lifetime...
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If Nia was worried that the boy next to her might have reservations about the path to the bliss they were swiftly careening towards, she might have been set as ease by the hungry way his gaze flickered over her body. In an odd sort of way, he was almost emboldened by their inability to communicate as it was very difficult to tell each other to look away when neither of them knew the words for such a thing. Not that it mattered anyway. Timaeus had not failed to notice how her gaze had not hungrily drunk him in as well -- as if they were both lost in the sands that surrounded Thebes and the other stranger was an oasis that was desperately needed. He doubted that either of them would shy away from what would inevitably come next.
Timaeus secretly hoped that it would come sooner than later. After all, they did not have the messy business of small talk to deal with as both of them spoke in their mother tongues to the complete bewilderment of the other. The Colchian at least had attempted to give the girl his name in Coptic, but he could tell from that faint smile that was more akin to a cringe that he had not fared so well in his attempt to bring down the language barrier. Oh well, Timaeus could not really be blamed for the clunky phrasing and poor diction as he had never been tutored in the language. He had only been taught to parrot a few phrases to help him get by and nothing more than that -- but at least an attempt was made. The reward for it was more than satisfying as he now had the pleasure of knowing the young woman’s name. Good -- he would need something to scream later that weren’t just curses in his own language. He was certain that she would appreciate that.
“Nia.” He parroted back quietly, a playful grin on his face as he regarded the girl it belonged to. It was certainly a pretty name to say the least. In fact, he was actually quite fond of it. After all, this was so much easier for him to say than some of the other names he had heard tossed around the market such as Isetheperu and Hatshepsut. Those were nightmares for his Greek tongue, but Nia? That was simple, that was easy. Just like the girl who wore it with a certain sense of pride.
Not that Timaeus was referring to her in the same derogatory way that he might with his brothers-in-arms back in the barracks. (Though, truthfully, Tim would be totally justified in such comments given how fast things were progressing between the two.) But there was a certain simplicity to this dynamic given that they both could not speak the same language. There wasn’t any need to faff around and pretend that they didn’t have an interest in each other or attempt to seduce each other with pretty words. That would be just a waste of their time.
However, it appeared that Nia was attempting to do just that as a flurry of strange words left her tongue. Even though what she said was nothing short of nonsensical to Timaeus, her intent was clear through the sultry lilt to her words and the almost intoxicating way she leaned in closer to him, sending a flurry of butterflies rising up in him as she brushed against him. Timaeus had to bite his lip to hold back a little noise of approval of what she had done. It was more than obvious that he was a young hormonal boy if her merely rubbing the slightest bit of skin against him would send his pulse racing like this. If she wasn’t also just as hot-blooded him, it might have almost come across as pathetic. But, they were both just as eager as the other… all it would take would be just one nudge before they both would go tumbling over the edge.
It took every ounce of his strength to not pull her over with him.
“You speak as if I understand you,” Timaeus muttered in Greek with a light chuckle, utterly amused by this dance that they were partaking in. Even though this wasn’t exactly the sort of graceful moment that he was hoping for with such a beautiful woman being so close to him, Timaeus wouldn’t complain. After all, there was no point, she would not understand him. “But just like your words, you’re a beautiful mystery. If you were in Greek, I might even go as far as to call you a nymph or a goddess come to bless me… but we’re just two mortals, aren’t we?” Timaeus continued to say, making sure his words were just as slow and enticing as hers had been before. Although, his inner romantic was pleased with the comparisons that he had made --though truthfully, every woman who spent a night with him would be called a goddess-- he knew that they were utterly wasted on her. He could be talking about what he had for dinner for all that he knew. This was why he wanted to be done with the small talk. It was useless to them. Why bother with it when there were more fun things to do?
However, it seemed to be that Nia was eager to hold onto this method of seduction as she carefully mimed a question to him. Her hand gestures were easy enough to understand. She was asking him what he did for a living. After all, there were very few inquiries that could tie together merchants and soldiers like this. In truth, he was a bit of both. He was trained as a soldier but had no proper experience outside of working with his uncle. He was forced to be a merchant as Adre’s goal for this sea-faring adventure was to expand the reach of the Nikolaos family’s influence. But would he describe himself as either of these things? No. Not by a long shot. His days as a fighter were done. He had left his family behind and thus effectively given up any chance to rise through the military ranks. He was abysmal at the art of business and thus was not trusted with any of the ledgers or wares. There was only one thing that he could call himself during this period of his life where he would be wandering the known realm in search of adventure.
Nia wouldn’t be getting it so easily though. Not if Timaeus had anything to do with it.
Growing tired of the copious amounts of small talk and little action, Tim decided to be bold by taking things into his own hands. Literally. With a cheeky grin flashed at Nia, Tim was quick to grasp the noble girl by the hips and gently pull her over him in the water. Now she was straddling him. The two of them were so close now that they could practically feel each other’s panting breathes upon their skin. He couldn’t speak for Nia, but Tim’s eyes grew dark with lust as they drifted down to her chest which was just barely peeking out above the water and if the two of them moved just a hair’s breadth closer to the other, they would graze against Tim’s skin. If that were to happen… the poor teenager would simply lose his mind. His own raging hormones were in absolute overdrive at that moment and Timaeus wanted to do nothing to calm them down.
Given how sudden the action was, he was smart enough to loosen his hold on her so that she might clamber off of him if she decided that this was too much. That he was being too forward. Timaeus doubted that she would, but he had learned how to behave like a proper nobleman. He was the farthest thing from a brute. Instead, his hands rested on the curve where her waist met her hip, barely there and almost hovering. It was just enough to satisfy Tim’s burning need for contact but easily escapable. Though, Tim had a certain inkling that she wouldn’t want to do that. Not with how desperate they both seemed to be in wanting to devour each other.
“Sailor” He supplied in Coptic, parroting back the word that he had heard shouted so many times at the docks of Thebes. His pronunciation was just as crude as before, but it certainly got the job done as she would get the gist of what he was doing here in Egypt and how he was the sort who was not keen to settle for very long. That alone could be shown in how antsy Timaeus was in sitting here, so close to Nia, but not doing anything to sate his thirst for her. That needed to be rectified immediately.
This was done by providing Nia with the other title that he would use for what he was doing here in Egypt, but this time he could only say it in Greek. “Adventurer” He whispered to her with his breath hitching at being so close to such a beautiful woman. Tim’s heart was practically hammering in his chest as he leaned forward to repeat the word when his lips hovered so close to hers that they almost touched, “Adventurer.” He did not hesitate before diving in, his grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly as he pulled her closer to him, indulging in the sweet taste of her lips. She tasted like honey and other fruits Tim could never hope to name. He wondered what she could taste on his own or if she was so lost in the moment that she wasn’t even paying attention.
Tim was certain that he wasn’t. Not when he was he was too busy dragging Nia down with him over that cliff towards what he would only be able to later describe as an adventure of a lifetime...
If Nia was worried that the boy next to her might have reservations about the path to the bliss they were swiftly careening towards, she might have been set as ease by the hungry way his gaze flickered over her body. In an odd sort of way, he was almost emboldened by their inability to communicate as it was very difficult to tell each other to look away when neither of them knew the words for such a thing. Not that it mattered anyway. Timaeus had not failed to notice how her gaze had not hungrily drunk him in as well -- as if they were both lost in the sands that surrounded Thebes and the other stranger was an oasis that was desperately needed. He doubted that either of them would shy away from what would inevitably come next.
Timaeus secretly hoped that it would come sooner than later. After all, they did not have the messy business of small talk to deal with as both of them spoke in their mother tongues to the complete bewilderment of the other. The Colchian at least had attempted to give the girl his name in Coptic, but he could tell from that faint smile that was more akin to a cringe that he had not fared so well in his attempt to bring down the language barrier. Oh well, Timaeus could not really be blamed for the clunky phrasing and poor diction as he had never been tutored in the language. He had only been taught to parrot a few phrases to help him get by and nothing more than that -- but at least an attempt was made. The reward for it was more than satisfying as he now had the pleasure of knowing the young woman’s name. Good -- he would need something to scream later that weren’t just curses in his own language. He was certain that she would appreciate that.
“Nia.” He parroted back quietly, a playful grin on his face as he regarded the girl it belonged to. It was certainly a pretty name to say the least. In fact, he was actually quite fond of it. After all, this was so much easier for him to say than some of the other names he had heard tossed around the market such as Isetheperu and Hatshepsut. Those were nightmares for his Greek tongue, but Nia? That was simple, that was easy. Just like the girl who wore it with a certain sense of pride.
Not that Timaeus was referring to her in the same derogatory way that he might with his brothers-in-arms back in the barracks. (Though, truthfully, Tim would be totally justified in such comments given how fast things were progressing between the two.) But there was a certain simplicity to this dynamic given that they both could not speak the same language. There wasn’t any need to faff around and pretend that they didn’t have an interest in each other or attempt to seduce each other with pretty words. That would be just a waste of their time.
However, it appeared that Nia was attempting to do just that as a flurry of strange words left her tongue. Even though what she said was nothing short of nonsensical to Timaeus, her intent was clear through the sultry lilt to her words and the almost intoxicating way she leaned in closer to him, sending a flurry of butterflies rising up in him as she brushed against him. Timaeus had to bite his lip to hold back a little noise of approval of what she had done. It was more than obvious that he was a young hormonal boy if her merely rubbing the slightest bit of skin against him would send his pulse racing like this. If she wasn’t also just as hot-blooded him, it might have almost come across as pathetic. But, they were both just as eager as the other… all it would take would be just one nudge before they both would go tumbling over the edge.
It took every ounce of his strength to not pull her over with him.
“You speak as if I understand you,” Timaeus muttered in Greek with a light chuckle, utterly amused by this dance that they were partaking in. Even though this wasn’t exactly the sort of graceful moment that he was hoping for with such a beautiful woman being so close to him, Timaeus wouldn’t complain. After all, there was no point, she would not understand him. “But just like your words, you’re a beautiful mystery. If you were in Greek, I might even go as far as to call you a nymph or a goddess come to bless me… but we’re just two mortals, aren’t we?” Timaeus continued to say, making sure his words were just as slow and enticing as hers had been before. Although, his inner romantic was pleased with the comparisons that he had made --though truthfully, every woman who spent a night with him would be called a goddess-- he knew that they were utterly wasted on her. He could be talking about what he had for dinner for all that he knew. This was why he wanted to be done with the small talk. It was useless to them. Why bother with it when there were more fun things to do?
However, it seemed to be that Nia was eager to hold onto this method of seduction as she carefully mimed a question to him. Her hand gestures were easy enough to understand. She was asking him what he did for a living. After all, there were very few inquiries that could tie together merchants and soldiers like this. In truth, he was a bit of both. He was trained as a soldier but had no proper experience outside of working with his uncle. He was forced to be a merchant as Adre’s goal for this sea-faring adventure was to expand the reach of the Nikolaos family’s influence. But would he describe himself as either of these things? No. Not by a long shot. His days as a fighter were done. He had left his family behind and thus effectively given up any chance to rise through the military ranks. He was abysmal at the art of business and thus was not trusted with any of the ledgers or wares. There was only one thing that he could call himself during this period of his life where he would be wandering the known realm in search of adventure.
Nia wouldn’t be getting it so easily though. Not if Timaeus had anything to do with it.
Growing tired of the copious amounts of small talk and little action, Tim decided to be bold by taking things into his own hands. Literally. With a cheeky grin flashed at Nia, Tim was quick to grasp the noble girl by the hips and gently pull her over him in the water. Now she was straddling him. The two of them were so close now that they could practically feel each other’s panting breathes upon their skin. He couldn’t speak for Nia, but Tim’s eyes grew dark with lust as they drifted down to her chest which was just barely peeking out above the water and if the two of them moved just a hair’s breadth closer to the other, they would graze against Tim’s skin. If that were to happen… the poor teenager would simply lose his mind. His own raging hormones were in absolute overdrive at that moment and Timaeus wanted to do nothing to calm them down.
Given how sudden the action was, he was smart enough to loosen his hold on her so that she might clamber off of him if she decided that this was too much. That he was being too forward. Timaeus doubted that she would, but he had learned how to behave like a proper nobleman. He was the farthest thing from a brute. Instead, his hands rested on the curve where her waist met her hip, barely there and almost hovering. It was just enough to satisfy Tim’s burning need for contact but easily escapable. Though, Tim had a certain inkling that she wouldn’t want to do that. Not with how desperate they both seemed to be in wanting to devour each other.
“Sailor” He supplied in Coptic, parroting back the word that he had heard shouted so many times at the docks of Thebes. His pronunciation was just as crude as before, but it certainly got the job done as she would get the gist of what he was doing here in Egypt and how he was the sort who was not keen to settle for very long. That alone could be shown in how antsy Timaeus was in sitting here, so close to Nia, but not doing anything to sate his thirst for her. That needed to be rectified immediately.
This was done by providing Nia with the other title that he would use for what he was doing here in Egypt, but this time he could only say it in Greek. “Adventurer” He whispered to her with his breath hitching at being so close to such a beautiful woman. Tim’s heart was practically hammering in his chest as he leaned forward to repeat the word when his lips hovered so close to hers that they almost touched, “Adventurer.” He did not hesitate before diving in, his grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly as he pulled her closer to him, indulging in the sweet taste of her lips. She tasted like honey and other fruits Tim could never hope to name. He wondered what she could taste on his own or if she was so lost in the moment that she wasn’t even paying attention.
Tim was certain that he wasn’t. Not when he was he was too busy dragging Nia down with him over that cliff towards what he would only be able to later describe as an adventure of a lifetime...
Nia’s smile was one of pure delight when the man who called himself Timaeus hoisted her onto his lap. She made no move to stop him, hands resting on his shoulders as he continued to purr words in a language she scarce understood. His intent was clear, however; there was no mistaking what he wanted from her nor what she wanted from him. By the time the night was through, she had no doubt both of their desires would be fulfilled.
The Grecian man was practically trembling beneath her, raring to go and clearly only holding himself back with massive self-restraint. Who could deny the fevered dance of hormones that animated the two teenagers, both leaning into each other with a lustful haze in their eyes? Even at seventeen, Nia was a jewel of the Egyptian nobility—a bit rough around the edges, yes, but still breathtakingly beautiful. She would only grow further into that beauty in the years to come, but even now, her allure was almost impossible to resist.
“Timaeus,” she breathed his name in a murmur, slowly running the Greek syllables over her tongue as the hand on his shoulder slowly moved across his chest. Her touch was featherlight, teasing gently through the hair that grew there; so unusual to see when one grew up around the hairless Egyptians. “Adventurer,” she repeated carefully, her smile deepening. Of course, she didn’t have any idea what the word meant, but his clumsy Coptic pronunciation of ‘sailor,’ she understood. A sailor and ‘adventurer.’ What else was this handsome young stranger who yearned so fiercely against her?
Before she could say another word, it quickly became clear that the time for talking was over. His lips pressed to hers, her own parting with a gentle sigh as her eyes fluttered closed. A soft sound of appreciation rumbled in the back of her throat as fingers curled in his hair, deepening the kiss in a way that made it clear her mind was in the same place as his. There was a certain thrill to this encounter; exchanged words that neither understood, an anonymity that only heightened the steamy sense of arousal to a frenzy that couldn’t be ignored.
The Egyptian noblewoman was not shy in getting what she wanted, especially from men. Little did she know of the more demure nature of Grecian women, and her behavior was sure to be a far cry from whatever Timaeus had experienced before. Tongue insistently probing to find his, she pressed in closer; body molded to his beneath the rippling surface of the steaming water.
Teeth lightly tugging at his lower lip, she released his mouth only to kiss her way down his jaw, nibbling along his neck and shoulder while her hips hovered rather precariously over his. Her teasing was deliberate as she brushed along the hardness that strained between her thighs, fingers curling into his hip to pull him flush against her.
“Timaeus,” she whispered his name again, the catch in her breath lending a husky quality to the sound of her voice. “My Greek ‘adventurer…’” She smiled, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. Her eyes drifted back to his mouth after a moment, one hand taking his and guiding it to her breast. Gently squeezing his hand around it, she met his eyes again. “Show me what it is you want so badly.”
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Nia’s smile was one of pure delight when the man who called himself Timaeus hoisted her onto his lap. She made no move to stop him, hands resting on his shoulders as he continued to purr words in a language she scarce understood. His intent was clear, however; there was no mistaking what he wanted from her nor what she wanted from him. By the time the night was through, she had no doubt both of their desires would be fulfilled.
The Grecian man was practically trembling beneath her, raring to go and clearly only holding himself back with massive self-restraint. Who could deny the fevered dance of hormones that animated the two teenagers, both leaning into each other with a lustful haze in their eyes? Even at seventeen, Nia was a jewel of the Egyptian nobility—a bit rough around the edges, yes, but still breathtakingly beautiful. She would only grow further into that beauty in the years to come, but even now, her allure was almost impossible to resist.
“Timaeus,” she breathed his name in a murmur, slowly running the Greek syllables over her tongue as the hand on his shoulder slowly moved across his chest. Her touch was featherlight, teasing gently through the hair that grew there; so unusual to see when one grew up around the hairless Egyptians. “Adventurer,” she repeated carefully, her smile deepening. Of course, she didn’t have any idea what the word meant, but his clumsy Coptic pronunciation of ‘sailor,’ she understood. A sailor and ‘adventurer.’ What else was this handsome young stranger who yearned so fiercely against her?
Before she could say another word, it quickly became clear that the time for talking was over. His lips pressed to hers, her own parting with a gentle sigh as her eyes fluttered closed. A soft sound of appreciation rumbled in the back of her throat as fingers curled in his hair, deepening the kiss in a way that made it clear her mind was in the same place as his. There was a certain thrill to this encounter; exchanged words that neither understood, an anonymity that only heightened the steamy sense of arousal to a frenzy that couldn’t be ignored.
The Egyptian noblewoman was not shy in getting what she wanted, especially from men. Little did she know of the more demure nature of Grecian women, and her behavior was sure to be a far cry from whatever Timaeus had experienced before. Tongue insistently probing to find his, she pressed in closer; body molded to his beneath the rippling surface of the steaming water.
Teeth lightly tugging at his lower lip, she released his mouth only to kiss her way down his jaw, nibbling along his neck and shoulder while her hips hovered rather precariously over his. Her teasing was deliberate as she brushed along the hardness that strained between her thighs, fingers curling into his hip to pull him flush against her.
“Timaeus,” she whispered his name again, the catch in her breath lending a husky quality to the sound of her voice. “My Greek ‘adventurer…’” She smiled, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. Her eyes drifted back to his mouth after a moment, one hand taking his and guiding it to her breast. Gently squeezing his hand around it, she met his eyes again. “Show me what it is you want so badly.”
Nia’s smile was one of pure delight when the man who called himself Timaeus hoisted her onto his lap. She made no move to stop him, hands resting on his shoulders as he continued to purr words in a language she scarce understood. His intent was clear, however; there was no mistaking what he wanted from her nor what she wanted from him. By the time the night was through, she had no doubt both of their desires would be fulfilled.
The Grecian man was practically trembling beneath her, raring to go and clearly only holding himself back with massive self-restraint. Who could deny the fevered dance of hormones that animated the two teenagers, both leaning into each other with a lustful haze in their eyes? Even at seventeen, Nia was a jewel of the Egyptian nobility—a bit rough around the edges, yes, but still breathtakingly beautiful. She would only grow further into that beauty in the years to come, but even now, her allure was almost impossible to resist.
“Timaeus,” she breathed his name in a murmur, slowly running the Greek syllables over her tongue as the hand on his shoulder slowly moved across his chest. Her touch was featherlight, teasing gently through the hair that grew there; so unusual to see when one grew up around the hairless Egyptians. “Adventurer,” she repeated carefully, her smile deepening. Of course, she didn’t have any idea what the word meant, but his clumsy Coptic pronunciation of ‘sailor,’ she understood. A sailor and ‘adventurer.’ What else was this handsome young stranger who yearned so fiercely against her?
Before she could say another word, it quickly became clear that the time for talking was over. His lips pressed to hers, her own parting with a gentle sigh as her eyes fluttered closed. A soft sound of appreciation rumbled in the back of her throat as fingers curled in his hair, deepening the kiss in a way that made it clear her mind was in the same place as his. There was a certain thrill to this encounter; exchanged words that neither understood, an anonymity that only heightened the steamy sense of arousal to a frenzy that couldn’t be ignored.
The Egyptian noblewoman was not shy in getting what she wanted, especially from men. Little did she know of the more demure nature of Grecian women, and her behavior was sure to be a far cry from whatever Timaeus had experienced before. Tongue insistently probing to find his, she pressed in closer; body molded to his beneath the rippling surface of the steaming water.
Teeth lightly tugging at his lower lip, she released his mouth only to kiss her way down his jaw, nibbling along his neck and shoulder while her hips hovered rather precariously over his. Her teasing was deliberate as she brushed along the hardness that strained between her thighs, fingers curling into his hip to pull him flush against her.
“Timaeus,” she whispered his name again, the catch in her breath lending a husky quality to the sound of her voice. “My Greek ‘adventurer…’” She smiled, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. Her eyes drifted back to his mouth after a moment, one hand taking his and guiding it to her breast. Gently squeezing his hand around it, she met his eyes again. “Show me what it is you want so badly.”
Timaeus didn’t know what to think. There was just so much happening all at once. As their mouths clashed against each other, Tim could feel his fingertips drifting lower and lower on her hips. He was not subtle in what he wanted and once his excited grasp found the prize he was looking for behind Nia, Tim did not hesitate in giving a hearty squeeze. The Colchian did not if it was the soft flesh beneath him or the sensation of her feather-light kisses moving against his jaw in the neck (as they had to come up for air) that brought the smallest chuckle of him. It didn’t really matter which one had done it though, not when he was completely unable to focus on anything that was not currently causing every single one of his nerve endings to explode in sheer excitement for what they both knew was about to come.
Had either of them had the capability of putting more than one simple thought together at a time, Timaeus might have paused to realize how lucky he was to find someone like Nia. Granted, the boy could have gone to brothels scattered around the city if he really wanted to have a moment like this, but it wouldn’t have been the same. Not when the boy’s experience with this sort of coupling was so limited. His measly two forays over the cliff’s edge like this were practically nothing compared to the experience that Nia had under her belt. She had no shame in showing off this skill as she made the Greek another notch in her bedpost. Little did she know that she was completely altering his view on how grand moments like this could be as he had never been with someone who was so eager before. The other girls he had been with were afraid of showing this much eagerness and what it would mean for them if word got out about what had happened in the bed-chamber.
Not that Timaeus could really blame them. Greece was such a prudish society, teaching their girls to not fall for the charms of men. Otherwise, they would end up destitute if they could not convince him to meet her at the Temple of Hymen. There were no such concerns in Egypt and only the nobles were taught to be wary of what this sort of ‘union’ could bring. Tim was just incredibly lucky that Nia was the sort of girl who refused to listen to such warnings as she instead embraced the hedonistic lifestyle of her culture. Maybe he might have shown a bit more restraint had he known about the noble blood in her veins, but with this language barrier that was the sort of thing that Timaeus wouldn’t learn.
As if it even mattered as Tim was forcibly brought back out of the realm of his thoughts as he felt a volley of sparks move through his body. A hushed moan escaped through his lips as he felt Nia lightly grind against him. The boy didn’t know how she managed to do it. How on earth was her body not on fire as he felt where their bodies met, but not in the way that they both clearly longed to do. There was practically a wild hunger in his eyes as her movements brought forth a demanding thought in his mind consumed nearly everything else. He could barely register her hands on the hip that was moving upward slightly on its own accord. Nia’s words were practically lost to him as his one free hand gripped tightly onto his Egyptian beauty. Tim could barely even hear them as his heartbeat roared in his ears. Any noise that wasn’t hushed by the sound of his own pulse were quickly drowned out by his own whispers, just as heavy as the dark look in his eyes, “You evil woman… need you…”
It was clear that they were reaching a breaking point and the two of them were only moments away from the point of no return. There was a chance that the two of them would come to their senses and realize that maybe it was not wise to have this sort of fun in a place where practically anyone could see them. (It didn’t matter how many sheets separated them from the view of the rest of Thebes. Those curtains would do nothing to block out the moans and cries that were going to follow.) Truthfully, that moment was long gone. That opportunity had escaped them the moment that Nia stepped into the bathwater and Timaeus had done nothing to avert his eyes. It was clear from the start that this was where that moment was going to end and these two excited teenagers did nothing to stop it. Not that they wanted to either. They were both so far of the deep end that it was going to take an act from the gods to pull them apart.
If that wasn’t obvious enough, it was when Nia gave Tim permission to enjoy the penultimate prize she had to offer. From the moment that he had first saw her, his eyes had been barely able to lift any higher than the place that she led his hand, but he had been too nervous to reach out even as she teased him with no mercy and he devoured her hungry lips like some sort of animal. Now, that she had practically led him to this, he didn’t hold back in taking the opportunity to cop a feel as a giddy boyish grin took up his face. The fact that he was not nearly as accomplished in this art form should have been more than clear at this moment as he practically explored the two little mounds.
Or at least he did until the raging fire between his legs demanded his attention. Even though he didn’t understand a single word of what she was saying in her native tongue, Timaeus was more than capable of understanding the message through the eager, sultry look in her eyes. The time for fooling around and teasing was over. She wanted him to take that plunge.
Needing no more encouragement, Tim wasted no time in letting his grip from her chest fall down to the space between her legs. His fingers drifted between her folds, practically red hot and searing beneath him, as they searched for the grand prize. Surely little sparks would have been unleashed within Nia as his fingers drifted across that little nub hidden from view, but Timaeus had no idea that such a button even existed so he did not linger long. At least not when he found the hole next to it.
Not bothering with words because she would not understand him anyway, Tim took a moment to let his fingers prepare her for what they both really wanted. However, the excited look in his eyes showed that he could barely wait for a second longer than he had to. Tim just couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. He needed to be in her right now.
Knowing full well that she was just as eager as he was, Tim withdrew his fingers and used them instead to align himself with her entrance. Then just as he pulled her in for another kiss, he pushed his hips upwards, bringing them both the ecstasy that they both had been craving so desperately.
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Timaeus didn’t know what to think. There was just so much happening all at once. As their mouths clashed against each other, Tim could feel his fingertips drifting lower and lower on her hips. He was not subtle in what he wanted and once his excited grasp found the prize he was looking for behind Nia, Tim did not hesitate in giving a hearty squeeze. The Colchian did not if it was the soft flesh beneath him or the sensation of her feather-light kisses moving against his jaw in the neck (as they had to come up for air) that brought the smallest chuckle of him. It didn’t really matter which one had done it though, not when he was completely unable to focus on anything that was not currently causing every single one of his nerve endings to explode in sheer excitement for what they both knew was about to come.
Had either of them had the capability of putting more than one simple thought together at a time, Timaeus might have paused to realize how lucky he was to find someone like Nia. Granted, the boy could have gone to brothels scattered around the city if he really wanted to have a moment like this, but it wouldn’t have been the same. Not when the boy’s experience with this sort of coupling was so limited. His measly two forays over the cliff’s edge like this were practically nothing compared to the experience that Nia had under her belt. She had no shame in showing off this skill as she made the Greek another notch in her bedpost. Little did she know that she was completely altering his view on how grand moments like this could be as he had never been with someone who was so eager before. The other girls he had been with were afraid of showing this much eagerness and what it would mean for them if word got out about what had happened in the bed-chamber.
Not that Timaeus could really blame them. Greece was such a prudish society, teaching their girls to not fall for the charms of men. Otherwise, they would end up destitute if they could not convince him to meet her at the Temple of Hymen. There were no such concerns in Egypt and only the nobles were taught to be wary of what this sort of ‘union’ could bring. Tim was just incredibly lucky that Nia was the sort of girl who refused to listen to such warnings as she instead embraced the hedonistic lifestyle of her culture. Maybe he might have shown a bit more restraint had he known about the noble blood in her veins, but with this language barrier that was the sort of thing that Timaeus wouldn’t learn.
As if it even mattered as Tim was forcibly brought back out of the realm of his thoughts as he felt a volley of sparks move through his body. A hushed moan escaped through his lips as he felt Nia lightly grind against him. The boy didn’t know how she managed to do it. How on earth was her body not on fire as he felt where their bodies met, but not in the way that they both clearly longed to do. There was practically a wild hunger in his eyes as her movements brought forth a demanding thought in his mind consumed nearly everything else. He could barely register her hands on the hip that was moving upward slightly on its own accord. Nia’s words were practically lost to him as his one free hand gripped tightly onto his Egyptian beauty. Tim could barely even hear them as his heartbeat roared in his ears. Any noise that wasn’t hushed by the sound of his own pulse were quickly drowned out by his own whispers, just as heavy as the dark look in his eyes, “You evil woman… need you…”
It was clear that they were reaching a breaking point and the two of them were only moments away from the point of no return. There was a chance that the two of them would come to their senses and realize that maybe it was not wise to have this sort of fun in a place where practically anyone could see them. (It didn’t matter how many sheets separated them from the view of the rest of Thebes. Those curtains would do nothing to block out the moans and cries that were going to follow.) Truthfully, that moment was long gone. That opportunity had escaped them the moment that Nia stepped into the bathwater and Timaeus had done nothing to avert his eyes. It was clear from the start that this was where that moment was going to end and these two excited teenagers did nothing to stop it. Not that they wanted to either. They were both so far of the deep end that it was going to take an act from the gods to pull them apart.
If that wasn’t obvious enough, it was when Nia gave Tim permission to enjoy the penultimate prize she had to offer. From the moment that he had first saw her, his eyes had been barely able to lift any higher than the place that she led his hand, but he had been too nervous to reach out even as she teased him with no mercy and he devoured her hungry lips like some sort of animal. Now, that she had practically led him to this, he didn’t hold back in taking the opportunity to cop a feel as a giddy boyish grin took up his face. The fact that he was not nearly as accomplished in this art form should have been more than clear at this moment as he practically explored the two little mounds.
Or at least he did until the raging fire between his legs demanded his attention. Even though he didn’t understand a single word of what she was saying in her native tongue, Timaeus was more than capable of understanding the message through the eager, sultry look in her eyes. The time for fooling around and teasing was over. She wanted him to take that plunge.
Needing no more encouragement, Tim wasted no time in letting his grip from her chest fall down to the space between her legs. His fingers drifted between her folds, practically red hot and searing beneath him, as they searched for the grand prize. Surely little sparks would have been unleashed within Nia as his fingers drifted across that little nub hidden from view, but Timaeus had no idea that such a button even existed so he did not linger long. At least not when he found the hole next to it.
Not bothering with words because she would not understand him anyway, Tim took a moment to let his fingers prepare her for what they both really wanted. However, the excited look in his eyes showed that he could barely wait for a second longer than he had to. Tim just couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. He needed to be in her right now.
Knowing full well that she was just as eager as he was, Tim withdrew his fingers and used them instead to align himself with her entrance. Then just as he pulled her in for another kiss, he pushed his hips upwards, bringing them both the ecstasy that they both had been craving so desperately.
Timaeus didn’t know what to think. There was just so much happening all at once. As their mouths clashed against each other, Tim could feel his fingertips drifting lower and lower on her hips. He was not subtle in what he wanted and once his excited grasp found the prize he was looking for behind Nia, Tim did not hesitate in giving a hearty squeeze. The Colchian did not if it was the soft flesh beneath him or the sensation of her feather-light kisses moving against his jaw in the neck (as they had to come up for air) that brought the smallest chuckle of him. It didn’t really matter which one had done it though, not when he was completely unable to focus on anything that was not currently causing every single one of his nerve endings to explode in sheer excitement for what they both knew was about to come.
Had either of them had the capability of putting more than one simple thought together at a time, Timaeus might have paused to realize how lucky he was to find someone like Nia. Granted, the boy could have gone to brothels scattered around the city if he really wanted to have a moment like this, but it wouldn’t have been the same. Not when the boy’s experience with this sort of coupling was so limited. His measly two forays over the cliff’s edge like this were practically nothing compared to the experience that Nia had under her belt. She had no shame in showing off this skill as she made the Greek another notch in her bedpost. Little did she know that she was completely altering his view on how grand moments like this could be as he had never been with someone who was so eager before. The other girls he had been with were afraid of showing this much eagerness and what it would mean for them if word got out about what had happened in the bed-chamber.
Not that Timaeus could really blame them. Greece was such a prudish society, teaching their girls to not fall for the charms of men. Otherwise, they would end up destitute if they could not convince him to meet her at the Temple of Hymen. There were no such concerns in Egypt and only the nobles were taught to be wary of what this sort of ‘union’ could bring. Tim was just incredibly lucky that Nia was the sort of girl who refused to listen to such warnings as she instead embraced the hedonistic lifestyle of her culture. Maybe he might have shown a bit more restraint had he known about the noble blood in her veins, but with this language barrier that was the sort of thing that Timaeus wouldn’t learn.
As if it even mattered as Tim was forcibly brought back out of the realm of his thoughts as he felt a volley of sparks move through his body. A hushed moan escaped through his lips as he felt Nia lightly grind against him. The boy didn’t know how she managed to do it. How on earth was her body not on fire as he felt where their bodies met, but not in the way that they both clearly longed to do. There was practically a wild hunger in his eyes as her movements brought forth a demanding thought in his mind consumed nearly everything else. He could barely register her hands on the hip that was moving upward slightly on its own accord. Nia’s words were practically lost to him as his one free hand gripped tightly onto his Egyptian beauty. Tim could barely even hear them as his heartbeat roared in his ears. Any noise that wasn’t hushed by the sound of his own pulse were quickly drowned out by his own whispers, just as heavy as the dark look in his eyes, “You evil woman… need you…”
It was clear that they were reaching a breaking point and the two of them were only moments away from the point of no return. There was a chance that the two of them would come to their senses and realize that maybe it was not wise to have this sort of fun in a place where practically anyone could see them. (It didn’t matter how many sheets separated them from the view of the rest of Thebes. Those curtains would do nothing to block out the moans and cries that were going to follow.) Truthfully, that moment was long gone. That opportunity had escaped them the moment that Nia stepped into the bathwater and Timaeus had done nothing to avert his eyes. It was clear from the start that this was where that moment was going to end and these two excited teenagers did nothing to stop it. Not that they wanted to either. They were both so far of the deep end that it was going to take an act from the gods to pull them apart.
If that wasn’t obvious enough, it was when Nia gave Tim permission to enjoy the penultimate prize she had to offer. From the moment that he had first saw her, his eyes had been barely able to lift any higher than the place that she led his hand, but he had been too nervous to reach out even as she teased him with no mercy and he devoured her hungry lips like some sort of animal. Now, that she had practically led him to this, he didn’t hold back in taking the opportunity to cop a feel as a giddy boyish grin took up his face. The fact that he was not nearly as accomplished in this art form should have been more than clear at this moment as he practically explored the two little mounds.
Or at least he did until the raging fire between his legs demanded his attention. Even though he didn’t understand a single word of what she was saying in her native tongue, Timaeus was more than capable of understanding the message through the eager, sultry look in her eyes. The time for fooling around and teasing was over. She wanted him to take that plunge.
Needing no more encouragement, Tim wasted no time in letting his grip from her chest fall down to the space between her legs. His fingers drifted between her folds, practically red hot and searing beneath him, as they searched for the grand prize. Surely little sparks would have been unleashed within Nia as his fingers drifted across that little nub hidden from view, but Timaeus had no idea that such a button even existed so he did not linger long. At least not when he found the hole next to it.
Not bothering with words because she would not understand him anyway, Tim took a moment to let his fingers prepare her for what they both really wanted. However, the excited look in his eyes showed that he could barely wait for a second longer than he had to. Tim just couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. He needed to be in her right now.
Knowing full well that she was just as eager as he was, Tim withdrew his fingers and used them instead to align himself with her entrance. Then just as he pulled her in for another kiss, he pushed his hips upwards, bringing them both the ecstasy that they both had been craving so desperately.
Timaeus was eager, that wasn’t hard to figure out. He practically vibrated beneath her, his hands and his mouth fluttering over her in a frenzied haste, as if he’d been handed a prize he was afraid someone would snatch too soon. His hands at her breasts were clumsy, but enthusiastic, her own hands gently slowing his motions and showing him how to stroke and squeeze and tweak just so, rather than the hormone-driven grasping so many boys his age were prone to. However, such ministrations did not last long; as soon as she gave her murmured permission, his hands were at her hips, and he was slipping inside her.
The time for playful teasing was past.
Nia’s groan echoed across the water as he entered her, leaning forward to lock her lips with his again. A thrill of pleasure radiated through her from their joining, placing her hands over Tim’s as she slowed him once more. “Like this,” she whispered against his lips, moving her hips in a deliberate motion, wordlessly encouraging his tempo to match hers. “Start slow,” she went on before kissing him again, teeth tugging at his plump lower lip. Demonstrating her instruction, she slid up and down him at a luxuriant pace, a fine sheen of sweat prickling across her skin to join the water that engulfed them. Minutely readjusting herself atop him, she slid down again—gasping sharply at the new angle that pushed that much deeper into her.
“Yes,” she groaned in approval, fingers running through his hair as she tugged his head back. Her lips travelled down the column of the neck she exposed, light nips interspersed between the trail of kisses. Stopping at the hollow of his throat, she paused, grinding down against him with a shuddering sigh. The tip of her tongue traced lightly back up his neck until she met his lips again, slightly speeding the rhythmic pace of her hips and spurring him to do the same.
“Just like that,” she encouraged, hoping he would understand her tone, even if he didn’t know the words. A mischievous smile curled wanton lips as her nails trailed from his hair down his back, nibbling across his jawline as her body molded more firmly to his. Taking one of his hands, Nia pulled it up along the smooth skin of her thigh, pressing his fingers between her legs where he’d so briefly ventured before.
“A woman’s pleasure is here,” she explained in a breathless voice as she moaned, encouraging his hand to move in small circles around the little bud of nerves where desire was born. Her head tilting back, she released his hand and hoped he would take the hint, gripping tight to his shoulders as she let herself be swept away by the untutored bliss he offered. Skill mattered little when there was ardor behind it, but if Nia had her way, she’d be teaching her Greek adventurer a thing or two this night.
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Timaeus was eager, that wasn’t hard to figure out. He practically vibrated beneath her, his hands and his mouth fluttering over her in a frenzied haste, as if he’d been handed a prize he was afraid someone would snatch too soon. His hands at her breasts were clumsy, but enthusiastic, her own hands gently slowing his motions and showing him how to stroke and squeeze and tweak just so, rather than the hormone-driven grasping so many boys his age were prone to. However, such ministrations did not last long; as soon as she gave her murmured permission, his hands were at her hips, and he was slipping inside her.
The time for playful teasing was past.
Nia’s groan echoed across the water as he entered her, leaning forward to lock her lips with his again. A thrill of pleasure radiated through her from their joining, placing her hands over Tim’s as she slowed him once more. “Like this,” she whispered against his lips, moving her hips in a deliberate motion, wordlessly encouraging his tempo to match hers. “Start slow,” she went on before kissing him again, teeth tugging at his plump lower lip. Demonstrating her instruction, she slid up and down him at a luxuriant pace, a fine sheen of sweat prickling across her skin to join the water that engulfed them. Minutely readjusting herself atop him, she slid down again—gasping sharply at the new angle that pushed that much deeper into her.
“Yes,” she groaned in approval, fingers running through his hair as she tugged his head back. Her lips travelled down the column of the neck she exposed, light nips interspersed between the trail of kisses. Stopping at the hollow of his throat, she paused, grinding down against him with a shuddering sigh. The tip of her tongue traced lightly back up his neck until she met his lips again, slightly speeding the rhythmic pace of her hips and spurring him to do the same.
“Just like that,” she encouraged, hoping he would understand her tone, even if he didn’t know the words. A mischievous smile curled wanton lips as her nails trailed from his hair down his back, nibbling across his jawline as her body molded more firmly to his. Taking one of his hands, Nia pulled it up along the smooth skin of her thigh, pressing his fingers between her legs where he’d so briefly ventured before.
“A woman’s pleasure is here,” she explained in a breathless voice as she moaned, encouraging his hand to move in small circles around the little bud of nerves where desire was born. Her head tilting back, she released his hand and hoped he would take the hint, gripping tight to his shoulders as she let herself be swept away by the untutored bliss he offered. Skill mattered little when there was ardor behind it, but if Nia had her way, she’d be teaching her Greek adventurer a thing or two this night.
Timaeus was eager, that wasn’t hard to figure out. He practically vibrated beneath her, his hands and his mouth fluttering over her in a frenzied haste, as if he’d been handed a prize he was afraid someone would snatch too soon. His hands at her breasts were clumsy, but enthusiastic, her own hands gently slowing his motions and showing him how to stroke and squeeze and tweak just so, rather than the hormone-driven grasping so many boys his age were prone to. However, such ministrations did not last long; as soon as she gave her murmured permission, his hands were at her hips, and he was slipping inside her.
The time for playful teasing was past.
Nia’s groan echoed across the water as he entered her, leaning forward to lock her lips with his again. A thrill of pleasure radiated through her from their joining, placing her hands over Tim’s as she slowed him once more. “Like this,” she whispered against his lips, moving her hips in a deliberate motion, wordlessly encouraging his tempo to match hers. “Start slow,” she went on before kissing him again, teeth tugging at his plump lower lip. Demonstrating her instruction, she slid up and down him at a luxuriant pace, a fine sheen of sweat prickling across her skin to join the water that engulfed them. Minutely readjusting herself atop him, she slid down again—gasping sharply at the new angle that pushed that much deeper into her.
“Yes,” she groaned in approval, fingers running through his hair as she tugged his head back. Her lips travelled down the column of the neck she exposed, light nips interspersed between the trail of kisses. Stopping at the hollow of his throat, she paused, grinding down against him with a shuddering sigh. The tip of her tongue traced lightly back up his neck until she met his lips again, slightly speeding the rhythmic pace of her hips and spurring him to do the same.
“Just like that,” she encouraged, hoping he would understand her tone, even if he didn’t know the words. A mischievous smile curled wanton lips as her nails trailed from his hair down his back, nibbling across his jawline as her body molded more firmly to his. Taking one of his hands, Nia pulled it up along the smooth skin of her thigh, pressing his fingers between her legs where he’d so briefly ventured before.
“A woman’s pleasure is here,” she explained in a breathless voice as she moaned, encouraging his hand to move in small circles around the little bud of nerves where desire was born. Her head tilting back, she released his hand and hoped he would take the hint, gripping tight to his shoulders as she let herself be swept away by the untutored bliss he offered. Skill mattered little when there was ardor behind it, but if Nia had her way, she’d be teaching her Greek adventurer a thing or two this night.
Even though Tim was, quite frankly, having the time of his life while being ridden in the Egyptian bathhouse, this positioning was awkward for Timaeus. It was just by the mere fact that he was seated and didn’t have the range of motion that he might have had they been laying on a plush bed. His upwards thrusts may have been eager, but they were unfortunately shallow, leaving poor Nia to do most of the work for the both of them. This might have been a good thing actually as the Colchian’s inexperience made him rather sloppy and given that Nia was already a successful temptress at her age… she would have not been happy had they been in different circumstances. The boy was vaguely aware of this, that he was struggling to keep up to par with this Egyptian goddess that he had stumbled across. Despite all of this, Timaeus wouldn’t change the locale for anything. With the two of them fucking basically in public as the sheets that separated them and the town were so thin that they were practically not there in the first place. Anyone who got close to the bathhouse would just need to hear their panting moans and know exactly what was happening.
Timaeus was not going to lie. That absolutely thrilled him.
The sheer openness of their tryst offered a level of danger and excitement that was not offered anywhere in Greece. Sex was strictly kept behind closed doors and society at large would have preferred that their horny teenagers wait until they put a ring on it before they attempted to bed anything. Here in Egypt? This just wasn’t the case. No batted an eye at the fact that Tim and Nia were creating more steam than the hot springs. It was just kids being kids to them. Honestly, if this was really how the Egyptians handled this topic that was always on a hormonal boy’s mind, Tim might have half the mind to convince Adre to set aside their dream of traveling the whole world over and just have everyone stay put in Egypt for a long while.
However, that required Tim actually possessing two brain cells that were not currently on fire from the sheer pleasure of being inside Nia. As soon as he breached her, the Colchian felt every single nerve in him come to life, screaming out in sheer joy over what was happening under the water. Even though Tim was pretty far in, his body ached for more, so he gave a few awkward thrusts, trying to get every inch of him inside of her. This might have been a disaster if Nia didn’t take control back from the eager boy and forced him to slow his pace around and readjust their angle. He might not have known a single word of what she was saying, but Tim got the gist as he watched Nia try to bring their paces together.
Even though it killed him inside as everything was screaming for him to rush forward at a breakneck pace, Tim tried to follow her instructions. Quietly nodding, Tim brought his tempo to the same level as hers, if not a bit faster as he really could not control himself perfectly at this moment. Hey, at least he was making a valiant effort though. With his face feeling so slackjawed from the sheer excitement of it all, the boy was quick to lean forward and rest his head in the crook of her neck for some sort of support as his entire body felt as if it was on fire. Every couple of moments, he’d nip at her bare skin, smirking quietly at the fact that he knew that she was going to have quite a hickey when all of this was said and done. He didn’t know why, but he was a bit thrilled at the thought of it. Timaeus would likely never see her again after they parted ways, but knowing that she would have a mark from him for all to see… well that was certainly appealing to the boy who had been taught that all of these things must be kept behind closed doors at any cost.
Timaeus was her little puppet as he put up no protest when she attempted to move his body, turn his head, and guide his hands. He just let her do it all with a volley of peppered kisses and appreciative moans as she found a way to make this better for both of them. Honestly, she was opening up a whole new world to Tim who had to figure this all out on his own and thus only knew the frenzied hormone rush that had guided him with his last partners. It was always about getting to the finish line and getting there fast, but now that she was forcing him to slow down and take notice of the little ministrations they could do… it just felt so much better. Like Timaeus didn’t even know how to describe it, but every little jolt of sexual joy that radiated through him seemed to be stronger and last a bit longer than what he would normally do. Just being able to experience that made Tim pliant to whatever she wanted to do as he could see that even though she had no idea what she was instructing him on, it would be best if he listened because she was making it a thousand times better for the both of them.
That’s why he made no protest when she took his hand and guided it southwards, returning it to that spot that the Colchian had explored briefly, but quickly abandoned in favor of entering the Egyptian. However, this time she wasn’t going to let him leave. Even though Tim was very preoccupied with his own bliss, he was able to get the hint and started moving his fingers around the little nub that Nia seemed so interested in. Truthfully, the Colchian had no idea what this was, but the boy knew that it had to be important based on how Nia reacted every time he brushed up against it. Her body would grow tense and her legs would shake slightly, causing more friction to his own pleasure source, but even better than that, she would get louder.
Wanting to hear more of her cries, Tim was quick to get the message and apply his lesson as he ran his fingers around whatever this mysterious button was. First, he kept to the circles as Nia had shown him, but as he grew more comfortable, he started to get a bit creative. Running his fingers along with it in new patterns, Tim would move very quickly and then suddenly slow down, teasing her in a way that they hadn’t been able to do so before. He drew greek letters onto the little nub, keeping up the random nature of his pace as his thrusts began to pick up speed as well. Timaeus could feel himself twitching deep inside of her, signaling that he was close, but he held off as he wanted to see how far he could go with this newfound discovery, deliberately slowing his pace down there with a wicked twinkle in his eye. Clearly, Tim thought of himself as a cat that caught the cream, but he knew precious little about the female body and just how important this little nub was.
Poor Tim was going to get the shock of his life as he learned about what happened when you played with it long enough, but first, he was going to have to tip Nia over the edge to get them there...
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Even though Tim was, quite frankly, having the time of his life while being ridden in the Egyptian bathhouse, this positioning was awkward for Timaeus. It was just by the mere fact that he was seated and didn’t have the range of motion that he might have had they been laying on a plush bed. His upwards thrusts may have been eager, but they were unfortunately shallow, leaving poor Nia to do most of the work for the both of them. This might have been a good thing actually as the Colchian’s inexperience made him rather sloppy and given that Nia was already a successful temptress at her age… she would have not been happy had they been in different circumstances. The boy was vaguely aware of this, that he was struggling to keep up to par with this Egyptian goddess that he had stumbled across. Despite all of this, Timaeus wouldn’t change the locale for anything. With the two of them fucking basically in public as the sheets that separated them and the town were so thin that they were practically not there in the first place. Anyone who got close to the bathhouse would just need to hear their panting moans and know exactly what was happening.
Timaeus was not going to lie. That absolutely thrilled him.
The sheer openness of their tryst offered a level of danger and excitement that was not offered anywhere in Greece. Sex was strictly kept behind closed doors and society at large would have preferred that their horny teenagers wait until they put a ring on it before they attempted to bed anything. Here in Egypt? This just wasn’t the case. No batted an eye at the fact that Tim and Nia were creating more steam than the hot springs. It was just kids being kids to them. Honestly, if this was really how the Egyptians handled this topic that was always on a hormonal boy’s mind, Tim might have half the mind to convince Adre to set aside their dream of traveling the whole world over and just have everyone stay put in Egypt for a long while.
However, that required Tim actually possessing two brain cells that were not currently on fire from the sheer pleasure of being inside Nia. As soon as he breached her, the Colchian felt every single nerve in him come to life, screaming out in sheer joy over what was happening under the water. Even though Tim was pretty far in, his body ached for more, so he gave a few awkward thrusts, trying to get every inch of him inside of her. This might have been a disaster if Nia didn’t take control back from the eager boy and forced him to slow his pace around and readjust their angle. He might not have known a single word of what she was saying, but Tim got the gist as he watched Nia try to bring their paces together.
Even though it killed him inside as everything was screaming for him to rush forward at a breakneck pace, Tim tried to follow her instructions. Quietly nodding, Tim brought his tempo to the same level as hers, if not a bit faster as he really could not control himself perfectly at this moment. Hey, at least he was making a valiant effort though. With his face feeling so slackjawed from the sheer excitement of it all, the boy was quick to lean forward and rest his head in the crook of her neck for some sort of support as his entire body felt as if it was on fire. Every couple of moments, he’d nip at her bare skin, smirking quietly at the fact that he knew that she was going to have quite a hickey when all of this was said and done. He didn’t know why, but he was a bit thrilled at the thought of it. Timaeus would likely never see her again after they parted ways, but knowing that she would have a mark from him for all to see… well that was certainly appealing to the boy who had been taught that all of these things must be kept behind closed doors at any cost.
Timaeus was her little puppet as he put up no protest when she attempted to move his body, turn his head, and guide his hands. He just let her do it all with a volley of peppered kisses and appreciative moans as she found a way to make this better for both of them. Honestly, she was opening up a whole new world to Tim who had to figure this all out on his own and thus only knew the frenzied hormone rush that had guided him with his last partners. It was always about getting to the finish line and getting there fast, but now that she was forcing him to slow down and take notice of the little ministrations they could do… it just felt so much better. Like Timaeus didn’t even know how to describe it, but every little jolt of sexual joy that radiated through him seemed to be stronger and last a bit longer than what he would normally do. Just being able to experience that made Tim pliant to whatever she wanted to do as he could see that even though she had no idea what she was instructing him on, it would be best if he listened because she was making it a thousand times better for the both of them.
That’s why he made no protest when she took his hand and guided it southwards, returning it to that spot that the Colchian had explored briefly, but quickly abandoned in favor of entering the Egyptian. However, this time she wasn’t going to let him leave. Even though Tim was very preoccupied with his own bliss, he was able to get the hint and started moving his fingers around the little nub that Nia seemed so interested in. Truthfully, the Colchian had no idea what this was, but the boy knew that it had to be important based on how Nia reacted every time he brushed up against it. Her body would grow tense and her legs would shake slightly, causing more friction to his own pleasure source, but even better than that, she would get louder.
Wanting to hear more of her cries, Tim was quick to get the message and apply his lesson as he ran his fingers around whatever this mysterious button was. First, he kept to the circles as Nia had shown him, but as he grew more comfortable, he started to get a bit creative. Running his fingers along with it in new patterns, Tim would move very quickly and then suddenly slow down, teasing her in a way that they hadn’t been able to do so before. He drew greek letters onto the little nub, keeping up the random nature of his pace as his thrusts began to pick up speed as well. Timaeus could feel himself twitching deep inside of her, signaling that he was close, but he held off as he wanted to see how far he could go with this newfound discovery, deliberately slowing his pace down there with a wicked twinkle in his eye. Clearly, Tim thought of himself as a cat that caught the cream, but he knew precious little about the female body and just how important this little nub was.
Poor Tim was going to get the shock of his life as he learned about what happened when you played with it long enough, but first, he was going to have to tip Nia over the edge to get them there...
Even though Tim was, quite frankly, having the time of his life while being ridden in the Egyptian bathhouse, this positioning was awkward for Timaeus. It was just by the mere fact that he was seated and didn’t have the range of motion that he might have had they been laying on a plush bed. His upwards thrusts may have been eager, but they were unfortunately shallow, leaving poor Nia to do most of the work for the both of them. This might have been a good thing actually as the Colchian’s inexperience made him rather sloppy and given that Nia was already a successful temptress at her age… she would have not been happy had they been in different circumstances. The boy was vaguely aware of this, that he was struggling to keep up to par with this Egyptian goddess that he had stumbled across. Despite all of this, Timaeus wouldn’t change the locale for anything. With the two of them fucking basically in public as the sheets that separated them and the town were so thin that they were practically not there in the first place. Anyone who got close to the bathhouse would just need to hear their panting moans and know exactly what was happening.
Timaeus was not going to lie. That absolutely thrilled him.
The sheer openness of their tryst offered a level of danger and excitement that was not offered anywhere in Greece. Sex was strictly kept behind closed doors and society at large would have preferred that their horny teenagers wait until they put a ring on it before they attempted to bed anything. Here in Egypt? This just wasn’t the case. No batted an eye at the fact that Tim and Nia were creating more steam than the hot springs. It was just kids being kids to them. Honestly, if this was really how the Egyptians handled this topic that was always on a hormonal boy’s mind, Tim might have half the mind to convince Adre to set aside their dream of traveling the whole world over and just have everyone stay put in Egypt for a long while.
However, that required Tim actually possessing two brain cells that were not currently on fire from the sheer pleasure of being inside Nia. As soon as he breached her, the Colchian felt every single nerve in him come to life, screaming out in sheer joy over what was happening under the water. Even though Tim was pretty far in, his body ached for more, so he gave a few awkward thrusts, trying to get every inch of him inside of her. This might have been a disaster if Nia didn’t take control back from the eager boy and forced him to slow his pace around and readjust their angle. He might not have known a single word of what she was saying, but Tim got the gist as he watched Nia try to bring their paces together.
Even though it killed him inside as everything was screaming for him to rush forward at a breakneck pace, Tim tried to follow her instructions. Quietly nodding, Tim brought his tempo to the same level as hers, if not a bit faster as he really could not control himself perfectly at this moment. Hey, at least he was making a valiant effort though. With his face feeling so slackjawed from the sheer excitement of it all, the boy was quick to lean forward and rest his head in the crook of her neck for some sort of support as his entire body felt as if it was on fire. Every couple of moments, he’d nip at her bare skin, smirking quietly at the fact that he knew that she was going to have quite a hickey when all of this was said and done. He didn’t know why, but he was a bit thrilled at the thought of it. Timaeus would likely never see her again after they parted ways, but knowing that she would have a mark from him for all to see… well that was certainly appealing to the boy who had been taught that all of these things must be kept behind closed doors at any cost.
Timaeus was her little puppet as he put up no protest when she attempted to move his body, turn his head, and guide his hands. He just let her do it all with a volley of peppered kisses and appreciative moans as she found a way to make this better for both of them. Honestly, she was opening up a whole new world to Tim who had to figure this all out on his own and thus only knew the frenzied hormone rush that had guided him with his last partners. It was always about getting to the finish line and getting there fast, but now that she was forcing him to slow down and take notice of the little ministrations they could do… it just felt so much better. Like Timaeus didn’t even know how to describe it, but every little jolt of sexual joy that radiated through him seemed to be stronger and last a bit longer than what he would normally do. Just being able to experience that made Tim pliant to whatever she wanted to do as he could see that even though she had no idea what she was instructing him on, it would be best if he listened because she was making it a thousand times better for the both of them.
That’s why he made no protest when she took his hand and guided it southwards, returning it to that spot that the Colchian had explored briefly, but quickly abandoned in favor of entering the Egyptian. However, this time she wasn’t going to let him leave. Even though Tim was very preoccupied with his own bliss, he was able to get the hint and started moving his fingers around the little nub that Nia seemed so interested in. Truthfully, the Colchian had no idea what this was, but the boy knew that it had to be important based on how Nia reacted every time he brushed up against it. Her body would grow tense and her legs would shake slightly, causing more friction to his own pleasure source, but even better than that, she would get louder.
Wanting to hear more of her cries, Tim was quick to get the message and apply his lesson as he ran his fingers around whatever this mysterious button was. First, he kept to the circles as Nia had shown him, but as he grew more comfortable, he started to get a bit creative. Running his fingers along with it in new patterns, Tim would move very quickly and then suddenly slow down, teasing her in a way that they hadn’t been able to do so before. He drew greek letters onto the little nub, keeping up the random nature of his pace as his thrusts began to pick up speed as well. Timaeus could feel himself twitching deep inside of her, signaling that he was close, but he held off as he wanted to see how far he could go with this newfound discovery, deliberately slowing his pace down there with a wicked twinkle in his eye. Clearly, Tim thought of himself as a cat that caught the cream, but he knew precious little about the female body and just how important this little nub was.
Poor Tim was going to get the shock of his life as he learned about what happened when you played with it long enough, but first, he was going to have to tip Nia over the edge to get them there...
Tim listened to her instruction admirably, changing his pace to match the one she wanted. He was clay in her hands as she molded and guided him, responding to each little shift in position, each move of her hands. A slow grin curled across her face as her gaze met his, the breathless euphoria shining in his eyes enough to know he was getting just as much enjoyment out of this as she was.
Nia had always been a daring girl, one who indulged her whims when and where she could. While she certainly hadn’t come to the bath house with the expectation of mounting a foreign stranger, once the opportunity presented itself, she wasn’t likely to say no. Impulsive and reckless nearly to a fault, the young noblewoman followed wherever her heart took her, and tonight was no exception. While she wasn’t always so apt to fall into a stranger’s bed, a handsome foreigner already naked in a steamy bathhouse? Why shouldn’t she?
Of course, there were at least a dozen reasons why she shouldn’t, the sort of scandal that could arise, but Nia had never been the type to worry about consequences—not until they happened. Would there be consequences for this wanton night with Timaeus? Perhaps, but she would deal with it when it came.
For now, he seemed to be taking her direction and expanding on it, teasing along the pearl between her thighs with tantalizing fingers. Apparently, her reactions had been enough for him to realize the importance of that little center of nerves, and he was like to drive her mad with it. Her pace turned erratic as she sank down over him again, whimpering softly when his hand slowed again. Did he know what he was doing to her? Gazing at the mischief in his face, she thought he very likely did.
Well, then. Two could play that game.
Leaning in, her lips just barely brushed along his skin, trailing up his shoulder and along his neck with all the force of a butterfly’s wings. Her fingers trailed in the same manner, just barely brushing along his flesh before carving a path down his back with his nails. The pressure increased suddenly as she bit down between his neck and shoulder, grinding down against him with the movement. Her gaze was practically wicked when she pulled back to meet his, little shivers dancing along her skin as his hand worked her core.
“What a tease you are,” she murmured with a soft laugh, fingers tangling in lush curls as she tilted his head back. Kissing up his neck until she could meet his lips again, she nipped at the lower one before she pulled back. “Aren’t you just the most delicious find?”
Pressing into his hand, her shoulders shuddered in a sigh. “Don’t stop,” she murmured before biting his ear, velvet depths clenching around the hardness that penetrated them. “Right there…”
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Tim listened to her instruction admirably, changing his pace to match the one she wanted. He was clay in her hands as she molded and guided him, responding to each little shift in position, each move of her hands. A slow grin curled across her face as her gaze met his, the breathless euphoria shining in his eyes enough to know he was getting just as much enjoyment out of this as she was.
Nia had always been a daring girl, one who indulged her whims when and where she could. While she certainly hadn’t come to the bath house with the expectation of mounting a foreign stranger, once the opportunity presented itself, she wasn’t likely to say no. Impulsive and reckless nearly to a fault, the young noblewoman followed wherever her heart took her, and tonight was no exception. While she wasn’t always so apt to fall into a stranger’s bed, a handsome foreigner already naked in a steamy bathhouse? Why shouldn’t she?
Of course, there were at least a dozen reasons why she shouldn’t, the sort of scandal that could arise, but Nia had never been the type to worry about consequences—not until they happened. Would there be consequences for this wanton night with Timaeus? Perhaps, but she would deal with it when it came.
For now, he seemed to be taking her direction and expanding on it, teasing along the pearl between her thighs with tantalizing fingers. Apparently, her reactions had been enough for him to realize the importance of that little center of nerves, and he was like to drive her mad with it. Her pace turned erratic as she sank down over him again, whimpering softly when his hand slowed again. Did he know what he was doing to her? Gazing at the mischief in his face, she thought he very likely did.
Well, then. Two could play that game.
Leaning in, her lips just barely brushed along his skin, trailing up his shoulder and along his neck with all the force of a butterfly’s wings. Her fingers trailed in the same manner, just barely brushing along his flesh before carving a path down his back with his nails. The pressure increased suddenly as she bit down between his neck and shoulder, grinding down against him with the movement. Her gaze was practically wicked when she pulled back to meet his, little shivers dancing along her skin as his hand worked her core.
“What a tease you are,” she murmured with a soft laugh, fingers tangling in lush curls as she tilted his head back. Kissing up his neck until she could meet his lips again, she nipped at the lower one before she pulled back. “Aren’t you just the most delicious find?”
Pressing into his hand, her shoulders shuddered in a sigh. “Don’t stop,” she murmured before biting his ear, velvet depths clenching around the hardness that penetrated them. “Right there…”
Tim listened to her instruction admirably, changing his pace to match the one she wanted. He was clay in her hands as she molded and guided him, responding to each little shift in position, each move of her hands. A slow grin curled across her face as her gaze met his, the breathless euphoria shining in his eyes enough to know he was getting just as much enjoyment out of this as she was.
Nia had always been a daring girl, one who indulged her whims when and where she could. While she certainly hadn’t come to the bath house with the expectation of mounting a foreign stranger, once the opportunity presented itself, she wasn’t likely to say no. Impulsive and reckless nearly to a fault, the young noblewoman followed wherever her heart took her, and tonight was no exception. While she wasn’t always so apt to fall into a stranger’s bed, a handsome foreigner already naked in a steamy bathhouse? Why shouldn’t she?
Of course, there were at least a dozen reasons why she shouldn’t, the sort of scandal that could arise, but Nia had never been the type to worry about consequences—not until they happened. Would there be consequences for this wanton night with Timaeus? Perhaps, but she would deal with it when it came.
For now, he seemed to be taking her direction and expanding on it, teasing along the pearl between her thighs with tantalizing fingers. Apparently, her reactions had been enough for him to realize the importance of that little center of nerves, and he was like to drive her mad with it. Her pace turned erratic as she sank down over him again, whimpering softly when his hand slowed again. Did he know what he was doing to her? Gazing at the mischief in his face, she thought he very likely did.
Well, then. Two could play that game.
Leaning in, her lips just barely brushed along his skin, trailing up his shoulder and along his neck with all the force of a butterfly’s wings. Her fingers trailed in the same manner, just barely brushing along his flesh before carving a path down his back with his nails. The pressure increased suddenly as she bit down between his neck and shoulder, grinding down against him with the movement. Her gaze was practically wicked when she pulled back to meet his, little shivers dancing along her skin as his hand worked her core.
“What a tease you are,” she murmured with a soft laugh, fingers tangling in lush curls as she tilted his head back. Kissing up his neck until she could meet his lips again, she nipped at the lower one before she pulled back. “Aren’t you just the most delicious find?”
Pressing into his hand, her shoulders shuddered in a sigh. “Don’t stop,” she murmured before biting his ear, velvet depths clenching around the hardness that penetrated them. “Right there…”
As Nia worked her magic on Timaeus, the Colchian lord was forced to reckon with the fact that she truly was a wicked woman for being able to pull all these little noises and pants out of the Colchian. This was clearly the sort of witch that he had warned about in his childhood, the sort of temptresses he should avoid. Timaeus had done everything in his power to avoid being ensnared in such a trap and yet somehow he had still fallen into that terrible web all the same. He should have known better, after all, there could be consequences to this coupling that he couldn’t even fathom at this moment as his mind only thought of the pumping of his hips and the kisses upon his neck, He was a foreigner in a strange langue with a tongue no one here understood. No one would care that he was from the same social class as his lover. This was her homeland and she was their jewel. A precious gem that was not born to be besmirched at the hands of some ruffian sailor who would not be able to communicate his noble status before they disfigured him for touching what was not his -- if they were even merciful to allow him to live in the first place.
Not that Timaeus knew that this was much of a risk in the first place. With clothes long forgotten, it was impossible for him to see from her bare form that she was not some starving peasant girl as he thought her origins to have been. When his eyes were not fluttering shut from the pure ecstasy of the moment, they were locked on the girl who had the magic to ensure that all words were lost as conscious thought drifted away. He couldn’t think to glance at the fine garments marred by the beer stains that had brought her here. How could he when the primal urge to push his hips up and in as far as they could go commanded every muscle in his body, trying to fulfill this rising lust that was growing into a crescendo within him? There was no way that Timaeus couldn’t even understand what the word ‘consequence’ meant at this moment and what it would mean for the young Greecian who was eager to fall over that edge that was so tantalizingly close. Maybe when the dust would settle and their coupling brought to its satisfying end would he pause to consider the ramifications of his decision to fuck the first girl who crossed his path tonight.
But until then, there would be no gasps of realization this evening. No moments to stop the danger before it was too late.
In many ways, it already was. Timaeus was a young man, a boy still in the bright heat of his teenage years and he had the stamina to show it. Nia had already defied every expectation he had based on previous experiences. She wasn’t some girl who was content with just lying there as all his Grecian partners had been. Not when she was already far outpacing him and showing him the things that he needed to do in order to keep pace with her. That alone was thrilling to the Colchian lord. It was something that he had not known would stoke the fire within him, turning a simple matter of lust into a full-on war of tongues that could not be lost by either side. Even though it was entirely welcome, it was rather unexpected. That only added to the excitement building within him, making it clear to the Colchian lord that he was not going to last much longer. It was all too much -- but the good kind at least.
Timaeus was already storing the information he had gleaned about that little bundle of nerves between a woman’s legs away for his own personal use later when Nia decided to exact her revenge. With his skin already feeling as if it was alight with the flames of lust, he actually missed the feather-light kisses and touches as his lover carved herself a trail from the edge of his collarbone to the crook of his neck. Instinctively, he turned his head for her as his own thrusts grew more frenzied and started to lose the rhythm that Nia had set for the two of them. A cascade of grunts and moans fell from his slackjawed mouth as his body shivered under her gentle touch -- all quickly transformed into a small yip and jerk that she was likely to feel deep inside of her as the kisses turned into a sharp nip where he had bared his skin for her. Had this bite happened at any other moment besides the near climax of their lust, he might have reacted poorly to the girl deciding to fully let go to the animal instincts driving them both tonight and treat him like a slab of meat, but Timaeus was too far gone to take it as anything other than another heightened sensation that made his buried sword twitch in her sheath. He was so close.
He could feel that spring wire in his stomach beginning to curl within his stomach, begging for release. Without meaning to, his hand fell away from the numb, his mind too preoccupied with his impending release to even think about continuing the teasing. The games had been great fun and had made this union something that Tim would likely never forget, but it was time for their end,
“Oh gods. You wicked--” He quietly panted, the words just naturally falling from his lips as he forgot that she did not know enough of his language to know what he was rambling about.Though he thought that she would not pay that much mind to it as she was doing the same thing as she moved his head back and forth as if she was deciding where she was going to bite him next like the animals that they were. He was pleased to see that it was his own lips that were the next target as she came close for another kiss. However, this time, this was not going to be one that she was easily going to be able to pull away from as his hands shifted from her waist to her rear and pulled her closer. Closer than they had already had been as he tried to practically devour her in a hungry kiss. His fingers gripped so tightly into her flesh that he would not have been surprised if the redness did not fade for hours after their coupling -- both of these things combined making it oh so clear that he was so close. If that somehow wasn’t enough, the moaning should have also been a major clue. All these little noises came from his lips as he vocalized the pleasure that he was feeling.
And all it took to finally send him over that edge was a few more clenches around him. A loud cry left him at this moment as he finally got to taste the ecstasy they had been chasing all night as his vision turned white for a brief moment, his grip on her loosening as he barrelled over the finish line and one hand fell away from her. A hand that might need a bit of a direction in these final moments if Nia was going to experience the same lustful joy that her greek adventurer was feeling…
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As Nia worked her magic on Timaeus, the Colchian lord was forced to reckon with the fact that she truly was a wicked woman for being able to pull all these little noises and pants out of the Colchian. This was clearly the sort of witch that he had warned about in his childhood, the sort of temptresses he should avoid. Timaeus had done everything in his power to avoid being ensnared in such a trap and yet somehow he had still fallen into that terrible web all the same. He should have known better, after all, there could be consequences to this coupling that he couldn’t even fathom at this moment as his mind only thought of the pumping of his hips and the kisses upon his neck, He was a foreigner in a strange langue with a tongue no one here understood. No one would care that he was from the same social class as his lover. This was her homeland and she was their jewel. A precious gem that was not born to be besmirched at the hands of some ruffian sailor who would not be able to communicate his noble status before they disfigured him for touching what was not his -- if they were even merciful to allow him to live in the first place.
Not that Timaeus knew that this was much of a risk in the first place. With clothes long forgotten, it was impossible for him to see from her bare form that she was not some starving peasant girl as he thought her origins to have been. When his eyes were not fluttering shut from the pure ecstasy of the moment, they were locked on the girl who had the magic to ensure that all words were lost as conscious thought drifted away. He couldn’t think to glance at the fine garments marred by the beer stains that had brought her here. How could he when the primal urge to push his hips up and in as far as they could go commanded every muscle in his body, trying to fulfill this rising lust that was growing into a crescendo within him? There was no way that Timaeus couldn’t even understand what the word ‘consequence’ meant at this moment and what it would mean for the young Greecian who was eager to fall over that edge that was so tantalizingly close. Maybe when the dust would settle and their coupling brought to its satisfying end would he pause to consider the ramifications of his decision to fuck the first girl who crossed his path tonight.
But until then, there would be no gasps of realization this evening. No moments to stop the danger before it was too late.
In many ways, it already was. Timaeus was a young man, a boy still in the bright heat of his teenage years and he had the stamina to show it. Nia had already defied every expectation he had based on previous experiences. She wasn’t some girl who was content with just lying there as all his Grecian partners had been. Not when she was already far outpacing him and showing him the things that he needed to do in order to keep pace with her. That alone was thrilling to the Colchian lord. It was something that he had not known would stoke the fire within him, turning a simple matter of lust into a full-on war of tongues that could not be lost by either side. Even though it was entirely welcome, it was rather unexpected. That only added to the excitement building within him, making it clear to the Colchian lord that he was not going to last much longer. It was all too much -- but the good kind at least.
Timaeus was already storing the information he had gleaned about that little bundle of nerves between a woman’s legs away for his own personal use later when Nia decided to exact her revenge. With his skin already feeling as if it was alight with the flames of lust, he actually missed the feather-light kisses and touches as his lover carved herself a trail from the edge of his collarbone to the crook of his neck. Instinctively, he turned his head for her as his own thrusts grew more frenzied and started to lose the rhythm that Nia had set for the two of them. A cascade of grunts and moans fell from his slackjawed mouth as his body shivered under her gentle touch -- all quickly transformed into a small yip and jerk that she was likely to feel deep inside of her as the kisses turned into a sharp nip where he had bared his skin for her. Had this bite happened at any other moment besides the near climax of their lust, he might have reacted poorly to the girl deciding to fully let go to the animal instincts driving them both tonight and treat him like a slab of meat, but Timaeus was too far gone to take it as anything other than another heightened sensation that made his buried sword twitch in her sheath. He was so close.
He could feel that spring wire in his stomach beginning to curl within his stomach, begging for release. Without meaning to, his hand fell away from the numb, his mind too preoccupied with his impending release to even think about continuing the teasing. The games had been great fun and had made this union something that Tim would likely never forget, but it was time for their end,
“Oh gods. You wicked--” He quietly panted, the words just naturally falling from his lips as he forgot that she did not know enough of his language to know what he was rambling about.Though he thought that she would not pay that much mind to it as she was doing the same thing as she moved his head back and forth as if she was deciding where she was going to bite him next like the animals that they were. He was pleased to see that it was his own lips that were the next target as she came close for another kiss. However, this time, this was not going to be one that she was easily going to be able to pull away from as his hands shifted from her waist to her rear and pulled her closer. Closer than they had already had been as he tried to practically devour her in a hungry kiss. His fingers gripped so tightly into her flesh that he would not have been surprised if the redness did not fade for hours after their coupling -- both of these things combined making it oh so clear that he was so close. If that somehow wasn’t enough, the moaning should have also been a major clue. All these little noises came from his lips as he vocalized the pleasure that he was feeling.
And all it took to finally send him over that edge was a few more clenches around him. A loud cry left him at this moment as he finally got to taste the ecstasy they had been chasing all night as his vision turned white for a brief moment, his grip on her loosening as he barrelled over the finish line and one hand fell away from her. A hand that might need a bit of a direction in these final moments if Nia was going to experience the same lustful joy that her greek adventurer was feeling…
As Nia worked her magic on Timaeus, the Colchian lord was forced to reckon with the fact that she truly was a wicked woman for being able to pull all these little noises and pants out of the Colchian. This was clearly the sort of witch that he had warned about in his childhood, the sort of temptresses he should avoid. Timaeus had done everything in his power to avoid being ensnared in such a trap and yet somehow he had still fallen into that terrible web all the same. He should have known better, after all, there could be consequences to this coupling that he couldn’t even fathom at this moment as his mind only thought of the pumping of his hips and the kisses upon his neck, He was a foreigner in a strange langue with a tongue no one here understood. No one would care that he was from the same social class as his lover. This was her homeland and she was their jewel. A precious gem that was not born to be besmirched at the hands of some ruffian sailor who would not be able to communicate his noble status before they disfigured him for touching what was not his -- if they were even merciful to allow him to live in the first place.
Not that Timaeus knew that this was much of a risk in the first place. With clothes long forgotten, it was impossible for him to see from her bare form that she was not some starving peasant girl as he thought her origins to have been. When his eyes were not fluttering shut from the pure ecstasy of the moment, they were locked on the girl who had the magic to ensure that all words were lost as conscious thought drifted away. He couldn’t think to glance at the fine garments marred by the beer stains that had brought her here. How could he when the primal urge to push his hips up and in as far as they could go commanded every muscle in his body, trying to fulfill this rising lust that was growing into a crescendo within him? There was no way that Timaeus couldn’t even understand what the word ‘consequence’ meant at this moment and what it would mean for the young Greecian who was eager to fall over that edge that was so tantalizingly close. Maybe when the dust would settle and their coupling brought to its satisfying end would he pause to consider the ramifications of his decision to fuck the first girl who crossed his path tonight.
But until then, there would be no gasps of realization this evening. No moments to stop the danger before it was too late.
In many ways, it already was. Timaeus was a young man, a boy still in the bright heat of his teenage years and he had the stamina to show it. Nia had already defied every expectation he had based on previous experiences. She wasn’t some girl who was content with just lying there as all his Grecian partners had been. Not when she was already far outpacing him and showing him the things that he needed to do in order to keep pace with her. That alone was thrilling to the Colchian lord. It was something that he had not known would stoke the fire within him, turning a simple matter of lust into a full-on war of tongues that could not be lost by either side. Even though it was entirely welcome, it was rather unexpected. That only added to the excitement building within him, making it clear to the Colchian lord that he was not going to last much longer. It was all too much -- but the good kind at least.
Timaeus was already storing the information he had gleaned about that little bundle of nerves between a woman’s legs away for his own personal use later when Nia decided to exact her revenge. With his skin already feeling as if it was alight with the flames of lust, he actually missed the feather-light kisses and touches as his lover carved herself a trail from the edge of his collarbone to the crook of his neck. Instinctively, he turned his head for her as his own thrusts grew more frenzied and started to lose the rhythm that Nia had set for the two of them. A cascade of grunts and moans fell from his slackjawed mouth as his body shivered under her gentle touch -- all quickly transformed into a small yip and jerk that she was likely to feel deep inside of her as the kisses turned into a sharp nip where he had bared his skin for her. Had this bite happened at any other moment besides the near climax of their lust, he might have reacted poorly to the girl deciding to fully let go to the animal instincts driving them both tonight and treat him like a slab of meat, but Timaeus was too far gone to take it as anything other than another heightened sensation that made his buried sword twitch in her sheath. He was so close.
He could feel that spring wire in his stomach beginning to curl within his stomach, begging for release. Without meaning to, his hand fell away from the numb, his mind too preoccupied with his impending release to even think about continuing the teasing. The games had been great fun and had made this union something that Tim would likely never forget, but it was time for their end,
“Oh gods. You wicked--” He quietly panted, the words just naturally falling from his lips as he forgot that she did not know enough of his language to know what he was rambling about.Though he thought that she would not pay that much mind to it as she was doing the same thing as she moved his head back and forth as if she was deciding where she was going to bite him next like the animals that they were. He was pleased to see that it was his own lips that were the next target as she came close for another kiss. However, this time, this was not going to be one that she was easily going to be able to pull away from as his hands shifted from her waist to her rear and pulled her closer. Closer than they had already had been as he tried to practically devour her in a hungry kiss. His fingers gripped so tightly into her flesh that he would not have been surprised if the redness did not fade for hours after their coupling -- both of these things combined making it oh so clear that he was so close. If that somehow wasn’t enough, the moaning should have also been a major clue. All these little noises came from his lips as he vocalized the pleasure that he was feeling.
And all it took to finally send him over that edge was a few more clenches around him. A loud cry left him at this moment as he finally got to taste the ecstasy they had been chasing all night as his vision turned white for a brief moment, his grip on her loosening as he barrelled over the finish line and one hand fell away from her. A hand that might need a bit of a direction in these final moments if Nia was going to experience the same lustful joy that her greek adventurer was feeling…
It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that Timaeus was close to his end. All pretense of teasing forgotten, he drove into her again and again with the force of a man who knew when he was finished. Caught up in his grasp, she returned his kiss with the same fervency he bestowed, her own arms wound around his neck as he found his ecstasy buried within velvet walls.
His cry echoed through the bathhouse as she rode him to his completion, the warmth of his seed filling her as his muscles went slack beneath her. There was a wicked grin on her face at the spent look on his face, catching his mouth up in a teasing kiss—her tongue darting between his lips to find its prize within. Maybe he was finished, but he had left her hanging… and Nia wasn’t exactly a girl to let that stand.
She took his abandoned hand up within her own, directing it back to the slick folds between her legs. Pressing down on his fingertips with one hand as the other wound in in his hair to bring his face back to hers, she directed the movement of his hand as she stole another kiss. Her breath was erratic, her legs shaking as she guided him, and it was only a few seconds more before she was washed up in her own pleasure—her stuttering cry of pleasure coming fast on the heels of his own.
Both sated, she relaxed for a moment in his arms, water sloshing around them before she disentangled herself from his quickly softening spear within her. Shifting so that she was still in his lap but not connected any more, a lazy smirk traced its way over her face as she pushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “I wish you could understand me,” she commented with a quiet laugh as she bestowed a trail of kisses up his neck and along his jaw. “So I could tell you of all the little ways you just made me squirm…”
She grinned as she pressed another kiss to his mouth, nipping and tugging at his lower lip before pulling away. “At the least, you’ll have a story to bring home with you.”
Distracted as she had been with the Greek stranger, Nia had nearly forgotten why she came here in the first place—skin sticky with beer was now sticky with sweat, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Not a very cleansing bath, huh?” she said, even though she knew Timaeus wouldn’t be able to understand her. Breaking away from him, she dipped under the water to sluice the sweat away, re-emerging with a messy splash.
Grabbing one of the nearby oils so she could work it through her hair, her head was tilted to the side as she regarded her companion. “You know, this is normally the time when I would ask you more about yourself, beyond just your name,” she teased as he looked back at her without comprehension. “What a shame. Maybe it’s better this way, though. There’s something to be said for that bit of mystery.”
Whatever he said back, she wouldn’t understand, either, so she quickly finished her wash and stepped from the pool, pausing only to lay another kiss on her foreign lover he was sure not to forget any time soon. “Remember me, Timaeus,” she whispered against his lips, her hand trailing along his cheek before she parted from him to grab up her ruined clothing. She didn’t bother to dress, though, simply toweling herself off and throwing the garment over her shoulder. “I know I won’t be soon to forget you.”
A wry smile and she was waving goodbye, blowing him a kiss as she slipped from the bathhouse and back out into the dusty street—a swing in her step and a whistle on her lips as she wandered home through the quiet winding streets of Cairo.
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It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that Timaeus was close to his end. All pretense of teasing forgotten, he drove into her again and again with the force of a man who knew when he was finished. Caught up in his grasp, she returned his kiss with the same fervency he bestowed, her own arms wound around his neck as he found his ecstasy buried within velvet walls.
His cry echoed through the bathhouse as she rode him to his completion, the warmth of his seed filling her as his muscles went slack beneath her. There was a wicked grin on her face at the spent look on his face, catching his mouth up in a teasing kiss—her tongue darting between his lips to find its prize within. Maybe he was finished, but he had left her hanging… and Nia wasn’t exactly a girl to let that stand.
She took his abandoned hand up within her own, directing it back to the slick folds between her legs. Pressing down on his fingertips with one hand as the other wound in in his hair to bring his face back to hers, she directed the movement of his hand as she stole another kiss. Her breath was erratic, her legs shaking as she guided him, and it was only a few seconds more before she was washed up in her own pleasure—her stuttering cry of pleasure coming fast on the heels of his own.
Both sated, she relaxed for a moment in his arms, water sloshing around them before she disentangled herself from his quickly softening spear within her. Shifting so that she was still in his lap but not connected any more, a lazy smirk traced its way over her face as she pushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “I wish you could understand me,” she commented with a quiet laugh as she bestowed a trail of kisses up his neck and along his jaw. “So I could tell you of all the little ways you just made me squirm…”
She grinned as she pressed another kiss to his mouth, nipping and tugging at his lower lip before pulling away. “At the least, you’ll have a story to bring home with you.”
Distracted as she had been with the Greek stranger, Nia had nearly forgotten why she came here in the first place—skin sticky with beer was now sticky with sweat, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Not a very cleansing bath, huh?” she said, even though she knew Timaeus wouldn’t be able to understand her. Breaking away from him, she dipped under the water to sluice the sweat away, re-emerging with a messy splash.
Grabbing one of the nearby oils so she could work it through her hair, her head was tilted to the side as she regarded her companion. “You know, this is normally the time when I would ask you more about yourself, beyond just your name,” she teased as he looked back at her without comprehension. “What a shame. Maybe it’s better this way, though. There’s something to be said for that bit of mystery.”
Whatever he said back, she wouldn’t understand, either, so she quickly finished her wash and stepped from the pool, pausing only to lay another kiss on her foreign lover he was sure not to forget any time soon. “Remember me, Timaeus,” she whispered against his lips, her hand trailing along his cheek before she parted from him to grab up her ruined clothing. She didn’t bother to dress, though, simply toweling herself off and throwing the garment over her shoulder. “I know I won’t be soon to forget you.”
A wry smile and she was waving goodbye, blowing him a kiss as she slipped from the bathhouse and back out into the dusty street—a swing in her step and a whistle on her lips as she wandered home through the quiet winding streets of Cairo.
It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that Timaeus was close to his end. All pretense of teasing forgotten, he drove into her again and again with the force of a man who knew when he was finished. Caught up in his grasp, she returned his kiss with the same fervency he bestowed, her own arms wound around his neck as he found his ecstasy buried within velvet walls.
His cry echoed through the bathhouse as she rode him to his completion, the warmth of his seed filling her as his muscles went slack beneath her. There was a wicked grin on her face at the spent look on his face, catching his mouth up in a teasing kiss—her tongue darting between his lips to find its prize within. Maybe he was finished, but he had left her hanging… and Nia wasn’t exactly a girl to let that stand.
She took his abandoned hand up within her own, directing it back to the slick folds between her legs. Pressing down on his fingertips with one hand as the other wound in in his hair to bring his face back to hers, she directed the movement of his hand as she stole another kiss. Her breath was erratic, her legs shaking as she guided him, and it was only a few seconds more before she was washed up in her own pleasure—her stuttering cry of pleasure coming fast on the heels of his own.
Both sated, she relaxed for a moment in his arms, water sloshing around them before she disentangled herself from his quickly softening spear within her. Shifting so that she was still in his lap but not connected any more, a lazy smirk traced its way over her face as she pushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “I wish you could understand me,” she commented with a quiet laugh as she bestowed a trail of kisses up his neck and along his jaw. “So I could tell you of all the little ways you just made me squirm…”
She grinned as she pressed another kiss to his mouth, nipping and tugging at his lower lip before pulling away. “At the least, you’ll have a story to bring home with you.”
Distracted as she had been with the Greek stranger, Nia had nearly forgotten why she came here in the first place—skin sticky with beer was now sticky with sweat, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Not a very cleansing bath, huh?” she said, even though she knew Timaeus wouldn’t be able to understand her. Breaking away from him, she dipped under the water to sluice the sweat away, re-emerging with a messy splash.
Grabbing one of the nearby oils so she could work it through her hair, her head was tilted to the side as she regarded her companion. “You know, this is normally the time when I would ask you more about yourself, beyond just your name,” she teased as he looked back at her without comprehension. “What a shame. Maybe it’s better this way, though. There’s something to be said for that bit of mystery.”
Whatever he said back, she wouldn’t understand, either, so she quickly finished her wash and stepped from the pool, pausing only to lay another kiss on her foreign lover he was sure not to forget any time soon. “Remember me, Timaeus,” she whispered against his lips, her hand trailing along his cheek before she parted from him to grab up her ruined clothing. She didn’t bother to dress, though, simply toweling herself off and throwing the garment over her shoulder. “I know I won’t be soon to forget you.”
A wry smile and she was waving goodbye, blowing him a kiss as she slipped from the bathhouse and back out into the dusty street—a swing in her step and a whistle on her lips as she wandered home through the quiet winding streets of Cairo.
There was no other way to describe what was happening beyond the simple fact that Nia was blowing his mind. Quite literally all of his thoughts had been sapped away from him with every little twitch of her hips, even long after he had found his own release. That was just the magic of being with someone who actually knew what they were doing and more than willing to teach their less experienced counterpart. Timaeus was more than grateful for this.
After all, his prior couplings had been limited, and with girls who had been taught from a young age that this sort of thing was something that they ought to be ashamed of partaking in. Sex was something that happened only between those who were married, behind closed doors, and for one purpose only -- which, of course, was not ensuring that the women got the same pleasure out of it that a man did. The other girls Timaeus had lied with were too wrapped in the fears of what would happen if either they were caught in their coupling or (gods forbid) the Colchian lord’s seed caught instead. They were not like Nia who took Timaeus’s climax as a sign that things were over, but instead as an open invitation to forgo Tim’s pleasure in favor of hers. Not that Timaeus was complaining or even minded at all. In fact, he was instead intrigued why Nia continued to ride him with such fervor as his own body fell slack. It didn’t make that much sense to him, but he was not going to cause such a fuss as feeling her rise and fall only made those last few seconds of ecstasy feel even greater than they would have been having had she stopped when Tim did.
In his blissful haze of post-coital bliss, the best explanation that he could come up with was that she was determined to wring every single drop from him. Which was perfectly fine by him, but he was quickly going to learn that this was wrong. Instead, his teacher was not done with her lesson and it was one that Tim would do well to pay attention to for any future romantic inclinations he might have. When Nia reached for his hand and guided it back to that nub that Timaeus had forgotten about in his quest to be sated, he didn’t protest or try to pull back. Instead, he only did what he was wordlessly told and started to rub his fingers around that little bundle of nerves once again as Nia continued her assault on his oversensitive cock buried within her. With no primal urge driving him any longer, the sailor was able to focus his entire effort on ensuring that the young noblewoman was happy with whatever he was doing. He didn’t understand what was so important about this one spot that Nia kept wanting him to touch, but given that she had already given him a night that he was going to remember for a long time, he wasn’t going to question it too deeply. Instead, he continued to rub, pinch, and even occasionally flick as his other hand stayed firmly on her waist, grounding the two of them as Nia grew as erratic as he had been a moment before and Tim struggled to keep up with her rapid pace.
He was handsomely rewarded for his efforts though when the Egyptian woman found her release and her walls clenched around Timaeus in a way that they hadn’t before. A small cry of shock and pleasure left Timaeus too as he had never experienced this sensation before. Had he been capable of having the stamina to hold back his own eruption, Tim knew that this was the moment that all bets would have been lost. After all, what else would have happened as she squeezed him so tightly that it encouraged Tim to clench his legs together from the sheer surprise of it all, bringing his knees to her waist and momentarily pinning her in place as all four limbs practically grasped onto her as they both rode out the waves of her climax.
When the blissful moment had finally passed, Timaeus let go of her and happily let the Egyptian release him from the depths of her wonderful maze. His breath was ragged as he looked at his first true lover, mouth agape from the shock of what had just happened clearly written on his face. “What was that?” He quietly muttered, knowing full well that he was not going to get an answer. After all, no matter how magical a moment like that may be, it did not suddenly cure a language barrier that had only been traversed so far by hungry kisses that continued after the two of them had found the release they had first sought when they had first come across this stranger in the baths. Although the lack of communication had made this whole coupling far more steamy than anything the actual baths could produce, Timaeus silently cursed it as Nia pushed a few of his loose curls that were now sticking to his forehead from his own sweat out of his face. Now that the sex was over, her fingers almost felt ticklish against his skin, eliciting a boyish grin from him as he flicked his head, hoping to force the messy curls to stay out of the way before Nia peppered another round of kisses onto him. He was more than eager to return them, of course, but now they were different. Instead of being fueled by the primal lust that had consumed them, these kisses were light and delicate. The only form of pillow talks the two of them could manage with them coming from vastly different worlds.
As their heart rates slowed considerably, the two of them were forced to confront the mess that they had made… quite literally. Both were covered in a thin layer of sweat and the stench of sex lingered in the air, making Tim afraid to look down as the two of them had only joined under the water. When Nia dipped her head under the water, he was more than happy to momentarily follow suit, ridding himself of that gross, sticky feeling that came with sweating so much. However, he did forgo the oils and other fragrances that littered the edge of the poolside if only partially because he didn’t know what they did. After waiting so long to take advantage of this bathhouse, Timaeus didn’t want to leave as a greasy mess after all. So he was more than content to watch Nia practically mutter to herself as she went about cleaning herself up -- as she had meant to do before she had stumbled across Timaeus. He was more than content to just lean against the wall and save what little energy that he had left after such an intense workout… Plus it didn’t also hurt that he rather liked the view that came with watching her clean up. Timaeus knew that it was likely that he was never going to see this mysterious ‘Nia of Thebes’ again, so he would more than happily take in the view so that he might remember this moment during the lonely nights at sea that were still to come.
Even though Timaeus would have liked to keep Nia there with him all night, it seemed to be that she had other places to be as there came a point where his Egyptian goddess was ready to go, leaving him with little more than a parting kiss to remember him by. As his legs still felt like jelly and a tongue that could only convey words that she would never understand, Tim could only watch her leave with the slightest smirk on his lips as he mimicked catching her blown kiss before sinking back down into the water; trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this heavenly event had not been some sort of dream.
If Nia was worried that Timaeus was going to forget her, then she was a fool. Her Colchian sailor was never going to let go of the memory of the Egyptian girl he had met in the most unusual circumstances. Not when he was so certain he had met divinity in the flesh that evening.
He could only pray that they would one day meet again.
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There was no other way to describe what was happening beyond the simple fact that Nia was blowing his mind. Quite literally all of his thoughts had been sapped away from him with every little twitch of her hips, even long after he had found his own release. That was just the magic of being with someone who actually knew what they were doing and more than willing to teach their less experienced counterpart. Timaeus was more than grateful for this.
After all, his prior couplings had been limited, and with girls who had been taught from a young age that this sort of thing was something that they ought to be ashamed of partaking in. Sex was something that happened only between those who were married, behind closed doors, and for one purpose only -- which, of course, was not ensuring that the women got the same pleasure out of it that a man did. The other girls Timaeus had lied with were too wrapped in the fears of what would happen if either they were caught in their coupling or (gods forbid) the Colchian lord’s seed caught instead. They were not like Nia who took Timaeus’s climax as a sign that things were over, but instead as an open invitation to forgo Tim’s pleasure in favor of hers. Not that Timaeus was complaining or even minded at all. In fact, he was instead intrigued why Nia continued to ride him with such fervor as his own body fell slack. It didn’t make that much sense to him, but he was not going to cause such a fuss as feeling her rise and fall only made those last few seconds of ecstasy feel even greater than they would have been having had she stopped when Tim did.
In his blissful haze of post-coital bliss, the best explanation that he could come up with was that she was determined to wring every single drop from him. Which was perfectly fine by him, but he was quickly going to learn that this was wrong. Instead, his teacher was not done with her lesson and it was one that Tim would do well to pay attention to for any future romantic inclinations he might have. When Nia reached for his hand and guided it back to that nub that Timaeus had forgotten about in his quest to be sated, he didn’t protest or try to pull back. Instead, he only did what he was wordlessly told and started to rub his fingers around that little bundle of nerves once again as Nia continued her assault on his oversensitive cock buried within her. With no primal urge driving him any longer, the sailor was able to focus his entire effort on ensuring that the young noblewoman was happy with whatever he was doing. He didn’t understand what was so important about this one spot that Nia kept wanting him to touch, but given that she had already given him a night that he was going to remember for a long time, he wasn’t going to question it too deeply. Instead, he continued to rub, pinch, and even occasionally flick as his other hand stayed firmly on her waist, grounding the two of them as Nia grew as erratic as he had been a moment before and Tim struggled to keep up with her rapid pace.
He was handsomely rewarded for his efforts though when the Egyptian woman found her release and her walls clenched around Timaeus in a way that they hadn’t before. A small cry of shock and pleasure left Timaeus too as he had never experienced this sensation before. Had he been capable of having the stamina to hold back his own eruption, Tim knew that this was the moment that all bets would have been lost. After all, what else would have happened as she squeezed him so tightly that it encouraged Tim to clench his legs together from the sheer surprise of it all, bringing his knees to her waist and momentarily pinning her in place as all four limbs practically grasped onto her as they both rode out the waves of her climax.
When the blissful moment had finally passed, Timaeus let go of her and happily let the Egyptian release him from the depths of her wonderful maze. His breath was ragged as he looked at his first true lover, mouth agape from the shock of what had just happened clearly written on his face. “What was that?” He quietly muttered, knowing full well that he was not going to get an answer. After all, no matter how magical a moment like that may be, it did not suddenly cure a language barrier that had only been traversed so far by hungry kisses that continued after the two of them had found the release they had first sought when they had first come across this stranger in the baths. Although the lack of communication had made this whole coupling far more steamy than anything the actual baths could produce, Timaeus silently cursed it as Nia pushed a few of his loose curls that were now sticking to his forehead from his own sweat out of his face. Now that the sex was over, her fingers almost felt ticklish against his skin, eliciting a boyish grin from him as he flicked his head, hoping to force the messy curls to stay out of the way before Nia peppered another round of kisses onto him. He was more than eager to return them, of course, but now they were different. Instead of being fueled by the primal lust that had consumed them, these kisses were light and delicate. The only form of pillow talks the two of them could manage with them coming from vastly different worlds.
As their heart rates slowed considerably, the two of them were forced to confront the mess that they had made… quite literally. Both were covered in a thin layer of sweat and the stench of sex lingered in the air, making Tim afraid to look down as the two of them had only joined under the water. When Nia dipped her head under the water, he was more than happy to momentarily follow suit, ridding himself of that gross, sticky feeling that came with sweating so much. However, he did forgo the oils and other fragrances that littered the edge of the poolside if only partially because he didn’t know what they did. After waiting so long to take advantage of this bathhouse, Timaeus didn’t want to leave as a greasy mess after all. So he was more than content to watch Nia practically mutter to herself as she went about cleaning herself up -- as she had meant to do before she had stumbled across Timaeus. He was more than content to just lean against the wall and save what little energy that he had left after such an intense workout… Plus it didn’t also hurt that he rather liked the view that came with watching her clean up. Timaeus knew that it was likely that he was never going to see this mysterious ‘Nia of Thebes’ again, so he would more than happily take in the view so that he might remember this moment during the lonely nights at sea that were still to come.
Even though Timaeus would have liked to keep Nia there with him all night, it seemed to be that she had other places to be as there came a point where his Egyptian goddess was ready to go, leaving him with little more than a parting kiss to remember him by. As his legs still felt like jelly and a tongue that could only convey words that she would never understand, Tim could only watch her leave with the slightest smirk on his lips as he mimicked catching her blown kiss before sinking back down into the water; trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this heavenly event had not been some sort of dream.
If Nia was worried that Timaeus was going to forget her, then she was a fool. Her Colchian sailor was never going to let go of the memory of the Egyptian girl he had met in the most unusual circumstances. Not when he was so certain he had met divinity in the flesh that evening.
He could only pray that they would one day meet again.
There was no other way to describe what was happening beyond the simple fact that Nia was blowing his mind. Quite literally all of his thoughts had been sapped away from him with every little twitch of her hips, even long after he had found his own release. That was just the magic of being with someone who actually knew what they were doing and more than willing to teach their less experienced counterpart. Timaeus was more than grateful for this.
After all, his prior couplings had been limited, and with girls who had been taught from a young age that this sort of thing was something that they ought to be ashamed of partaking in. Sex was something that happened only between those who were married, behind closed doors, and for one purpose only -- which, of course, was not ensuring that the women got the same pleasure out of it that a man did. The other girls Timaeus had lied with were too wrapped in the fears of what would happen if either they were caught in their coupling or (gods forbid) the Colchian lord’s seed caught instead. They were not like Nia who took Timaeus’s climax as a sign that things were over, but instead as an open invitation to forgo Tim’s pleasure in favor of hers. Not that Timaeus was complaining or even minded at all. In fact, he was instead intrigued why Nia continued to ride him with such fervor as his own body fell slack. It didn’t make that much sense to him, but he was not going to cause such a fuss as feeling her rise and fall only made those last few seconds of ecstasy feel even greater than they would have been having had she stopped when Tim did.
In his blissful haze of post-coital bliss, the best explanation that he could come up with was that she was determined to wring every single drop from him. Which was perfectly fine by him, but he was quickly going to learn that this was wrong. Instead, his teacher was not done with her lesson and it was one that Tim would do well to pay attention to for any future romantic inclinations he might have. When Nia reached for his hand and guided it back to that nub that Timaeus had forgotten about in his quest to be sated, he didn’t protest or try to pull back. Instead, he only did what he was wordlessly told and started to rub his fingers around that little bundle of nerves once again as Nia continued her assault on his oversensitive cock buried within her. With no primal urge driving him any longer, the sailor was able to focus his entire effort on ensuring that the young noblewoman was happy with whatever he was doing. He didn’t understand what was so important about this one spot that Nia kept wanting him to touch, but given that she had already given him a night that he was going to remember for a long time, he wasn’t going to question it too deeply. Instead, he continued to rub, pinch, and even occasionally flick as his other hand stayed firmly on her waist, grounding the two of them as Nia grew as erratic as he had been a moment before and Tim struggled to keep up with her rapid pace.
He was handsomely rewarded for his efforts though when the Egyptian woman found her release and her walls clenched around Timaeus in a way that they hadn’t before. A small cry of shock and pleasure left Timaeus too as he had never experienced this sensation before. Had he been capable of having the stamina to hold back his own eruption, Tim knew that this was the moment that all bets would have been lost. After all, what else would have happened as she squeezed him so tightly that it encouraged Tim to clench his legs together from the sheer surprise of it all, bringing his knees to her waist and momentarily pinning her in place as all four limbs practically grasped onto her as they both rode out the waves of her climax.
When the blissful moment had finally passed, Timaeus let go of her and happily let the Egyptian release him from the depths of her wonderful maze. His breath was ragged as he looked at his first true lover, mouth agape from the shock of what had just happened clearly written on his face. “What was that?” He quietly muttered, knowing full well that he was not going to get an answer. After all, no matter how magical a moment like that may be, it did not suddenly cure a language barrier that had only been traversed so far by hungry kisses that continued after the two of them had found the release they had first sought when they had first come across this stranger in the baths. Although the lack of communication had made this whole coupling far more steamy than anything the actual baths could produce, Timaeus silently cursed it as Nia pushed a few of his loose curls that were now sticking to his forehead from his own sweat out of his face. Now that the sex was over, her fingers almost felt ticklish against his skin, eliciting a boyish grin from him as he flicked his head, hoping to force the messy curls to stay out of the way before Nia peppered another round of kisses onto him. He was more than eager to return them, of course, but now they were different. Instead of being fueled by the primal lust that had consumed them, these kisses were light and delicate. The only form of pillow talks the two of them could manage with them coming from vastly different worlds.
As their heart rates slowed considerably, the two of them were forced to confront the mess that they had made… quite literally. Both were covered in a thin layer of sweat and the stench of sex lingered in the air, making Tim afraid to look down as the two of them had only joined under the water. When Nia dipped her head under the water, he was more than happy to momentarily follow suit, ridding himself of that gross, sticky feeling that came with sweating so much. However, he did forgo the oils and other fragrances that littered the edge of the poolside if only partially because he didn’t know what they did. After waiting so long to take advantage of this bathhouse, Timaeus didn’t want to leave as a greasy mess after all. So he was more than content to watch Nia practically mutter to herself as she went about cleaning herself up -- as she had meant to do before she had stumbled across Timaeus. He was more than content to just lean against the wall and save what little energy that he had left after such an intense workout… Plus it didn’t also hurt that he rather liked the view that came with watching her clean up. Timaeus knew that it was likely that he was never going to see this mysterious ‘Nia of Thebes’ again, so he would more than happily take in the view so that he might remember this moment during the lonely nights at sea that were still to come.
Even though Timaeus would have liked to keep Nia there with him all night, it seemed to be that she had other places to be as there came a point where his Egyptian goddess was ready to go, leaving him with little more than a parting kiss to remember him by. As his legs still felt like jelly and a tongue that could only convey words that she would never understand, Tim could only watch her leave with the slightest smirk on his lips as he mimicked catching her blown kiss before sinking back down into the water; trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this heavenly event had not been some sort of dream.
If Nia was worried that Timaeus was going to forget her, then she was a fool. Her Colchian sailor was never going to let go of the memory of the Egyptian girl he had met in the most unusual circumstances. Not when he was so certain he had met divinity in the flesh that evening.
He could only pray that they would one day meet again.