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Anastasia loved the nights she spent with Akhenaten. Always, she felt the sense of satisfaction in being allowed to rest in such a luxurious bed, stealing the warmth of a man with far superior prospects than her on his mind. It was a feeling of power, the sort of indulgence in something that could never truly be. Nevertheless, the pair of them made it work, and Ana reveled in the exhilaration of it all. The door had its wooden lock in place, giving Anastasia her privacy from the servants of the Sheifa household. She wouldn't have that sort of isolation forever, and she took her sweet time, basking in the residual warmth of the bed before she finally decided to leave it all behind.
While some women might've found it difficult to sneak off such a property without being seen, Anastasia had spent years of her life doing just this sort of thing. An experienced burglar without the need to steal, her body remembered the catlike movements and the sort of patience needed to avoid eyes that might hunt after her. but, first, she'd dress. Wearing the same kalasiris of the night before, the fabric was, perhaps, a bit stretched out from being pulled off from her body. She sought to hide the imperfection by tightening the sash about her waist, the cut of the fabric warped to expose the curves of her breasts. It might've been shameful in her homeland, to be so immodest, but Egypt was a land of indulgence and blistering heat. She was perfectly comfortable giving the men of this empire a sight to behold.
As long as they stay away, she told herself, quite pleased to have a reason to abstain. Egyptians had their prejudices against Greek women as it stood, and while her tales were a novelty to toss coins at to hear more, her body and complexion were reasons enough for the more crass and foolish men to approach her. She scoffed at the idea of it all, pleased with her lot in the world. In her eagerness to leave the Sheifa household now that Akhenaten was gone, she went with a bit more haste than perhaps she was accustomed to. She dashed from pillar to pillar, intent on avoiding the gaze of guards and worse yet, members of the Sheifa family. It was one thing to invite someone like Neithotep to her house... it was altogether more uncomfortable to run into her the night after fucking her brother.
She thought, for a moment, that she might've caught the eye of a nearby servant, but... in truth, at this point it scarcely mattered. The woman turned to see a servant girl with her mouth agape, and merely winked at her, lifting her finger to her lips before she turned back around and made off. A haughtiness was left in her movements, the afterglow of pleasure caught upon her features. While Anastasia might've needed a proper wash and a set of new clothing, she held the fulfilled beauty of a young woman who took exquisite care to ensure that her youthful complexion remained constant through exposure to the Egyptian sun.
Laughter spilled from her lips once she was clear of the manor proper, her gaze drifting from side to side until she met a particularly... exquisite figure. She'd not yet met this woman face to face, but she'd seen her from afar, always nearby the favoured sister of her not-so-secret lover.
What's her name... Chi... Chione? Which house... she wondered, but it couldn't quite come to mind. The noblewomen of Egypt were mysterious things, more so for the fact that she hadn't visited the court since her one time intrusion. Her complexion simply didn't allow for her to blend in properly, even if she dressed for the occasion.
"My lady," she offered, an easy curtsy following the title before she looked back to the Sheifa manor.
"If you're looking for Lady Neithotep... I don't believe she's there at the moment."
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Despite herself, Anastasia found her gaze searching Chione's features. There was no hiding the faint flush that caught upon her expression. Never before had she come across such a beautiful Egyptian woman.
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Anastasia loved the nights she spent with Akhenaten. Always, she felt the sense of satisfaction in being allowed to rest in such a luxurious bed, stealing the warmth of a man with far superior prospects than her on his mind. It was a feeling of power, the sort of indulgence in something that could never truly be. Nevertheless, the pair of them made it work, and Ana reveled in the exhilaration of it all. The door had its wooden lock in place, giving Anastasia her privacy from the servants of the Sheifa household. She wouldn't have that sort of isolation forever, and she took her sweet time, basking in the residual warmth of the bed before she finally decided to leave it all behind.
While some women might've found it difficult to sneak off such a property without being seen, Anastasia had spent years of her life doing just this sort of thing. An experienced burglar without the need to steal, her body remembered the catlike movements and the sort of patience needed to avoid eyes that might hunt after her. but, first, she'd dress. Wearing the same kalasiris of the night before, the fabric was, perhaps, a bit stretched out from being pulled off from her body. She sought to hide the imperfection by tightening the sash about her waist, the cut of the fabric warped to expose the curves of her breasts. It might've been shameful in her homeland, to be so immodest, but Egypt was a land of indulgence and blistering heat. She was perfectly comfortable giving the men of this empire a sight to behold.
As long as they stay away, she told herself, quite pleased to have a reason to abstain. Egyptians had their prejudices against Greek women as it stood, and while her tales were a novelty to toss coins at to hear more, her body and complexion were reasons enough for the more crass and foolish men to approach her. She scoffed at the idea of it all, pleased with her lot in the world. In her eagerness to leave the Sheifa household now that Akhenaten was gone, she went with a bit more haste than perhaps she was accustomed to. She dashed from pillar to pillar, intent on avoiding the gaze of guards and worse yet, members of the Sheifa family. It was one thing to invite someone like Neithotep to her house... it was altogether more uncomfortable to run into her the night after fucking her brother.
She thought, for a moment, that she might've caught the eye of a nearby servant, but... in truth, at this point it scarcely mattered. The woman turned to see a servant girl with her mouth agape, and merely winked at her, lifting her finger to her lips before she turned back around and made off. A haughtiness was left in her movements, the afterglow of pleasure caught upon her features. While Anastasia might've needed a proper wash and a set of new clothing, she held the fulfilled beauty of a young woman who took exquisite care to ensure that her youthful complexion remained constant through exposure to the Egyptian sun.
Laughter spilled from her lips once she was clear of the manor proper, her gaze drifting from side to side until she met a particularly... exquisite figure. She'd not yet met this woman face to face, but she'd seen her from afar, always nearby the favoured sister of her not-so-secret lover.
What's her name... Chi... Chione? Which house... she wondered, but it couldn't quite come to mind. The noblewomen of Egypt were mysterious things, more so for the fact that she hadn't visited the court since her one time intrusion. Her complexion simply didn't allow for her to blend in properly, even if she dressed for the occasion.
"My lady," she offered, an easy curtsy following the title before she looked back to the Sheifa manor.
"If you're looking for Lady Neithotep... I don't believe she's there at the moment."
Be helpful. Be useful. Having friends in high places... especially such lovely ones, is always an asset.
Despite herself, Anastasia found her gaze searching Chione's features. There was no hiding the faint flush that caught upon her expression. Never before had she come across such a beautiful Egyptian woman.
Anastasia loved the nights she spent with Akhenaten. Always, she felt the sense of satisfaction in being allowed to rest in such a luxurious bed, stealing the warmth of a man with far superior prospects than her on his mind. It was a feeling of power, the sort of indulgence in something that could never truly be. Nevertheless, the pair of them made it work, and Ana reveled in the exhilaration of it all. The door had its wooden lock in place, giving Anastasia her privacy from the servants of the Sheifa household. She wouldn't have that sort of isolation forever, and she took her sweet time, basking in the residual warmth of the bed before she finally decided to leave it all behind.
While some women might've found it difficult to sneak off such a property without being seen, Anastasia had spent years of her life doing just this sort of thing. An experienced burglar without the need to steal, her body remembered the catlike movements and the sort of patience needed to avoid eyes that might hunt after her. but, first, she'd dress. Wearing the same kalasiris of the night before, the fabric was, perhaps, a bit stretched out from being pulled off from her body. She sought to hide the imperfection by tightening the sash about her waist, the cut of the fabric warped to expose the curves of her breasts. It might've been shameful in her homeland, to be so immodest, but Egypt was a land of indulgence and blistering heat. She was perfectly comfortable giving the men of this empire a sight to behold.
As long as they stay away, she told herself, quite pleased to have a reason to abstain. Egyptians had their prejudices against Greek women as it stood, and while her tales were a novelty to toss coins at to hear more, her body and complexion were reasons enough for the more crass and foolish men to approach her. She scoffed at the idea of it all, pleased with her lot in the world. In her eagerness to leave the Sheifa household now that Akhenaten was gone, she went with a bit more haste than perhaps she was accustomed to. She dashed from pillar to pillar, intent on avoiding the gaze of guards and worse yet, members of the Sheifa family. It was one thing to invite someone like Neithotep to her house... it was altogether more uncomfortable to run into her the night after fucking her brother.
She thought, for a moment, that she might've caught the eye of a nearby servant, but... in truth, at this point it scarcely mattered. The woman turned to see a servant girl with her mouth agape, and merely winked at her, lifting her finger to her lips before she turned back around and made off. A haughtiness was left in her movements, the afterglow of pleasure caught upon her features. While Anastasia might've needed a proper wash and a set of new clothing, she held the fulfilled beauty of a young woman who took exquisite care to ensure that her youthful complexion remained constant through exposure to the Egyptian sun.
Laughter spilled from her lips once she was clear of the manor proper, her gaze drifting from side to side until she met a particularly... exquisite figure. She'd not yet met this woman face to face, but she'd seen her from afar, always nearby the favoured sister of her not-so-secret lover.
What's her name... Chi... Chione? Which house... she wondered, but it couldn't quite come to mind. The noblewomen of Egypt were mysterious things, more so for the fact that she hadn't visited the court since her one time intrusion. Her complexion simply didn't allow for her to blend in properly, even if she dressed for the occasion.
"My lady," she offered, an easy curtsy following the title before she looked back to the Sheifa manor.
"If you're looking for Lady Neithotep... I don't believe she's there at the moment."
Be helpful. Be useful. Having friends in high places... especially such lovely ones, is always an asset.
Despite herself, Anastasia found her gaze searching Chione's features. There was no hiding the faint flush that caught upon her expression. Never before had she come across such a beautiful Egyptian woman.
Chione was bored.
That was her default state really. She needed attention or entertainment constantly - preferably both at once. So she went where she always did. To find her best friend. They always got up to the best shenanigans. Any night with Neithotep was bound to be anything but boring.
Lately though, it had seemed as though Nia had less and less time for her. Maybe she was just imagining it, but it felt different than her usual love affairs. She was so quick to fall for a man, yet it never seemed to last. That was the main difference between the friends. Chione never cared about love, only pleasure. She was tired of going out alone. It was never half as enjoyable.
So she had decided to stop by the Hei Sheifa household and kidnap her friend for a night out if that's what it came to.
She had donned one of her favorite outfits, covered in intricately beaded black net-work that left her body bare but for metal discs that covered her nipples and a scrap of linen slung low on her hips. She accented this with an abundance of golden jewelry that drew the eye to every exposed inch of her sun-kissed skin and natural waves.
In truth, she hadn't expected to cross paths with anyone. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the pale Greek woman before her. She looked vaguely familiar perhaps, but Chione couldn't place her. However she quickly became distracted by the news she relayed.
"You've got to be kidding me," she groaned. "What is her deal lately? When I see her next, she is going to make this up to me or I swear to Anubis that I'll make her suffer." It was pretty perhaps, but Chione was beyond frustrated. In the end,she could only sigh and turn back towards the woman before her. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. But, I mean..." She paused to gesture at her body. "Look at me, all dressed up and no one to appreciate it. What a damn waste."
Chione gave a small shrug. "Well, thank you for your help... I'm sorry, I don't know your name."
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Chione was bored.
That was her default state really. She needed attention or entertainment constantly - preferably both at once. So she went where she always did. To find her best friend. They always got up to the best shenanigans. Any night with Neithotep was bound to be anything but boring.
Lately though, it had seemed as though Nia had less and less time for her. Maybe she was just imagining it, but it felt different than her usual love affairs. She was so quick to fall for a man, yet it never seemed to last. That was the main difference between the friends. Chione never cared about love, only pleasure. She was tired of going out alone. It was never half as enjoyable.
So she had decided to stop by the Hei Sheifa household and kidnap her friend for a night out if that's what it came to.
She had donned one of her favorite outfits, covered in intricately beaded black net-work that left her body bare but for metal discs that covered her nipples and a scrap of linen slung low on her hips. She accented this with an abundance of golden jewelry that drew the eye to every exposed inch of her sun-kissed skin and natural waves.
In truth, she hadn't expected to cross paths with anyone. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the pale Greek woman before her. She looked vaguely familiar perhaps, but Chione couldn't place her. However she quickly became distracted by the news she relayed.
"You've got to be kidding me," she groaned. "What is her deal lately? When I see her next, she is going to make this up to me or I swear to Anubis that I'll make her suffer." It was pretty perhaps, but Chione was beyond frustrated. In the end,she could only sigh and turn back towards the woman before her. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. But, I mean..." She paused to gesture at her body. "Look at me, all dressed up and no one to appreciate it. What a damn waste."
Chione gave a small shrug. "Well, thank you for your help... I'm sorry, I don't know your name."
Chione was bored.
That was her default state really. She needed attention or entertainment constantly - preferably both at once. So she went where she always did. To find her best friend. They always got up to the best shenanigans. Any night with Neithotep was bound to be anything but boring.
Lately though, it had seemed as though Nia had less and less time for her. Maybe she was just imagining it, but it felt different than her usual love affairs. She was so quick to fall for a man, yet it never seemed to last. That was the main difference between the friends. Chione never cared about love, only pleasure. She was tired of going out alone. It was never half as enjoyable.
So she had decided to stop by the Hei Sheifa household and kidnap her friend for a night out if that's what it came to.
She had donned one of her favorite outfits, covered in intricately beaded black net-work that left her body bare but for metal discs that covered her nipples and a scrap of linen slung low on her hips. She accented this with an abundance of golden jewelry that drew the eye to every exposed inch of her sun-kissed skin and natural waves.
In truth, she hadn't expected to cross paths with anyone. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the pale Greek woman before her. She looked vaguely familiar perhaps, but Chione couldn't place her. However she quickly became distracted by the news she relayed.
"You've got to be kidding me," she groaned. "What is her deal lately? When I see her next, she is going to make this up to me or I swear to Anubis that I'll make her suffer." It was pretty perhaps, but Chione was beyond frustrated. In the end,she could only sigh and turn back towards the woman before her. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. But, I mean..." She paused to gesture at her body. "Look at me, all dressed up and no one to appreciate it. What a damn waste."
Chione gave a small shrug. "Well, thank you for your help... I'm sorry, I don't know your name."
"Look at me."
The invitation shouldn't be taken literally, but Anastasia certainly wouldn't refuse it. Knowing the ley of the land, she kept her gaze discrete, but she absolutely did allow her gaze to travel along the length of her new companion's body. She was dressed in a net-work that the Fallen Star was certain she owned a like to, with gleaming caps that covered over her nipples and linen that covered her hips. Just covered up enough to protect herself from the elements but far more revealed than Anastasia herself was, and far more than perhaps, for Ana's sake, was safe. She was far too driven by the beautiful visages of other women, and while stalwart enough in her convictions to abstain for the sake of the law...
Ana felt the twinge of desire cast itself through her body, even as the midst of the heady feeling of a morning after some time with her thoroughly satisfying lover. Anastasia, after all, lacked responsibility, purpose, and her desires were not so easily quelled. Particularly when Akhenaten did not explicitly prohibit her from pursuing the embrace of other women. In the midst of Chione's frustration, it was... perhaps, proper for to offer assistance. As Neithotep's best friend and a noblewoman of a powerful family, it suited Ana's more practical interests to be on Chione's good side. Akhenaten might even consider it an asset to him.
She wouldn't acknowledge the selfish wave of desire that began to crest and threatened to break the shores of her ability to control herself. She wouldn't let herself yearn. Chione was frustrated, and with good reason! It was Ana's prerogative to help her, and she sought after that objective relentlessly. She offered the noblewoman a vibrant smile before she hummed in thought. The musical tune poured from her lips, a tilt of the head followed by a short, "Ah!" as if she hadn't had the very thought about to be stated all along.
"Perhaps, my lady, I am a poor substitute, but if you'd rather not let your time fully go to waste... I'd happily join you in Lady Neithotep's place? My name is," she continued on, transitioning from offer easily to the introduction she sought after.
"Anastasia."
She omitted the moniker of the 'Fallen Star', for there was no reason for it. The woman was not working in the capacity of a bard at the moment, and the ruse that seemed to irk Neithotep in their initial meeting would likely do very little to earn Chione's favour. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as a hand rose to her kalasiris.
"I'd need to return home for a moment and dress myself accordingly... But, I'm sure I can be just as fun," she mused. Perhaps it was arrogance to insinuate that she could be as fun as Nia, but nonetheless, she continued with that premise. It would be folly for her to allow Chione to return home after putting herself through so much effort. It was a disservice for the world not to see such an exquisite ensemble barely covering over the body of such an attractive being.
"It's very close by, but I'd understand if you'd rather not waste your time," she added. However, Anastasia immediately set forward, beckoning for Lady Chione to follow her. It would be against the grain of her confident assertion to simply stay there and wait. Anastasia, if there was anything to be gleaned from her person, was not one to somberly 'wait and see'. Movement was the epitome of her expression, and she allowed a sway of her hips to follow her every motion as she looked back at Chione for just a moment. She winked at the woman before she insisted,
"It'd just be a couple of moments. If you're anything like Nia, then there's quite the exciting prospect ahead of us, as well!"
Not one to publicly state her interest in drugs, Anastasia merely raised a hand to her lips, mimicking the wafting of smoke away from them before a gentle laugh escaped her and she trudged on.
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"Look at me."
The invitation shouldn't be taken literally, but Anastasia certainly wouldn't refuse it. Knowing the ley of the land, she kept her gaze discrete, but she absolutely did allow her gaze to travel along the length of her new companion's body. She was dressed in a net-work that the Fallen Star was certain she owned a like to, with gleaming caps that covered over her nipples and linen that covered her hips. Just covered up enough to protect herself from the elements but far more revealed than Anastasia herself was, and far more than perhaps, for Ana's sake, was safe. She was far too driven by the beautiful visages of other women, and while stalwart enough in her convictions to abstain for the sake of the law...
Ana felt the twinge of desire cast itself through her body, even as the midst of the heady feeling of a morning after some time with her thoroughly satisfying lover. Anastasia, after all, lacked responsibility, purpose, and her desires were not so easily quelled. Particularly when Akhenaten did not explicitly prohibit her from pursuing the embrace of other women. In the midst of Chione's frustration, it was... perhaps, proper for to offer assistance. As Neithotep's best friend and a noblewoman of a powerful family, it suited Ana's more practical interests to be on Chione's good side. Akhenaten might even consider it an asset to him.
She wouldn't acknowledge the selfish wave of desire that began to crest and threatened to break the shores of her ability to control herself. She wouldn't let herself yearn. Chione was frustrated, and with good reason! It was Ana's prerogative to help her, and she sought after that objective relentlessly. She offered the noblewoman a vibrant smile before she hummed in thought. The musical tune poured from her lips, a tilt of the head followed by a short, "Ah!" as if she hadn't had the very thought about to be stated all along.
"Perhaps, my lady, I am a poor substitute, but if you'd rather not let your time fully go to waste... I'd happily join you in Lady Neithotep's place? My name is," she continued on, transitioning from offer easily to the introduction she sought after.
"Anastasia."
She omitted the moniker of the 'Fallen Star', for there was no reason for it. The woman was not working in the capacity of a bard at the moment, and the ruse that seemed to irk Neithotep in their initial meeting would likely do very little to earn Chione's favour. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as a hand rose to her kalasiris.
"I'd need to return home for a moment and dress myself accordingly... But, I'm sure I can be just as fun," she mused. Perhaps it was arrogance to insinuate that she could be as fun as Nia, but nonetheless, she continued with that premise. It would be folly for her to allow Chione to return home after putting herself through so much effort. It was a disservice for the world not to see such an exquisite ensemble barely covering over the body of such an attractive being.
"It's very close by, but I'd understand if you'd rather not waste your time," she added. However, Anastasia immediately set forward, beckoning for Lady Chione to follow her. It would be against the grain of her confident assertion to simply stay there and wait. Anastasia, if there was anything to be gleaned from her person, was not one to somberly 'wait and see'. Movement was the epitome of her expression, and she allowed a sway of her hips to follow her every motion as she looked back at Chione for just a moment. She winked at the woman before she insisted,
"It'd just be a couple of moments. If you're anything like Nia, then there's quite the exciting prospect ahead of us, as well!"
Not one to publicly state her interest in drugs, Anastasia merely raised a hand to her lips, mimicking the wafting of smoke away from them before a gentle laugh escaped her and she trudged on.
"Look at me."
The invitation shouldn't be taken literally, but Anastasia certainly wouldn't refuse it. Knowing the ley of the land, she kept her gaze discrete, but she absolutely did allow her gaze to travel along the length of her new companion's body. She was dressed in a net-work that the Fallen Star was certain she owned a like to, with gleaming caps that covered over her nipples and linen that covered her hips. Just covered up enough to protect herself from the elements but far more revealed than Anastasia herself was, and far more than perhaps, for Ana's sake, was safe. She was far too driven by the beautiful visages of other women, and while stalwart enough in her convictions to abstain for the sake of the law...
Ana felt the twinge of desire cast itself through her body, even as the midst of the heady feeling of a morning after some time with her thoroughly satisfying lover. Anastasia, after all, lacked responsibility, purpose, and her desires were not so easily quelled. Particularly when Akhenaten did not explicitly prohibit her from pursuing the embrace of other women. In the midst of Chione's frustration, it was... perhaps, proper for to offer assistance. As Neithotep's best friend and a noblewoman of a powerful family, it suited Ana's more practical interests to be on Chione's good side. Akhenaten might even consider it an asset to him.
She wouldn't acknowledge the selfish wave of desire that began to crest and threatened to break the shores of her ability to control herself. She wouldn't let herself yearn. Chione was frustrated, and with good reason! It was Ana's prerogative to help her, and she sought after that objective relentlessly. She offered the noblewoman a vibrant smile before she hummed in thought. The musical tune poured from her lips, a tilt of the head followed by a short, "Ah!" as if she hadn't had the very thought about to be stated all along.
"Perhaps, my lady, I am a poor substitute, but if you'd rather not let your time fully go to waste... I'd happily join you in Lady Neithotep's place? My name is," she continued on, transitioning from offer easily to the introduction she sought after.
"Anastasia."
She omitted the moniker of the 'Fallen Star', for there was no reason for it. The woman was not working in the capacity of a bard at the moment, and the ruse that seemed to irk Neithotep in their initial meeting would likely do very little to earn Chione's favour. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as a hand rose to her kalasiris.
"I'd need to return home for a moment and dress myself accordingly... But, I'm sure I can be just as fun," she mused. Perhaps it was arrogance to insinuate that she could be as fun as Nia, but nonetheless, she continued with that premise. It would be folly for her to allow Chione to return home after putting herself through so much effort. It was a disservice for the world not to see such an exquisite ensemble barely covering over the body of such an attractive being.
"It's very close by, but I'd understand if you'd rather not waste your time," she added. However, Anastasia immediately set forward, beckoning for Lady Chione to follow her. It would be against the grain of her confident assertion to simply stay there and wait. Anastasia, if there was anything to be gleaned from her person, was not one to somberly 'wait and see'. Movement was the epitome of her expression, and she allowed a sway of her hips to follow her every motion as she looked back at Chione for just a moment. She winked at the woman before she insisted,
"It'd just be a couple of moments. If you're anything like Nia, then there's quite the exciting prospect ahead of us, as well!"
Not one to publicly state her interest in drugs, Anastasia merely raised a hand to her lips, mimicking the wafting of smoke away from them before a gentle laugh escaped her and she trudged on.
Chione didn’t miss the way the Greek’s gaze moved over her attire. Was she judging from her own prudish perspective or perhaps was she jealous of what she saw? What the Egyptian noble woman wouldn’t have given to know the thoughts that accompanied that glance. She tilted her head as the young woman seemed to ponder something, too curious to turn away, even as disappointed as she was.
Her eyebrow raised at the suggestion, and she found herself surveying the Greek before her once more. Could she be an enjoyable companion? Worst case scenario, she was a prude and Chione could take delight in making her squirm all night by witnessing the hedonistic ways of Egypt. Truthfully, she was quite attractive. Her eyes lingered perhaps a moment too long on the way the fabric of her attire bared more than was likely intended of her breasts.
No. She mustn’t look. It wasn’t right, and it would only end badly. She couldn’t allow herself to want anything that was so far out of reach. It wasn’t worth the risk to even think of it.
“Anastasia,” she murmured, repeating the name, considering her offer. At least it would be less boring than returning home to undo all her effort or moping at the tavern with a perfume of loneliness and desperation. She needed some excitement finally. It was really only fair since Nia had ditched her... again.
Her request to dress herself more appropriately only intrigued Chione more, though she played it tried not to reveal her cards, pretending to be undecided. “Well, if nothing else, it would be more fun than a night alone,” she conceded finally. She watched as the woman walked away, her gaze shifting lower to the sway of her hips. Her eyes widened slightly as Anastasia looked back to wink at her, feeling caught.
But if the woman had noticed the nature of her stare, she did nothing to betray that knowledge, so Chione began to follow her, mind racing. The reference to the influences of particular substances excited her all the more. Her own laughter echoed the Anastasia’s.
“And here I was concerned you were going to prove too much a prude to be any fun,” she said softly, amusement in her voice. “Clearly that won’t be an issue.” With her long legs, she caught up to the paler woman quickly. She cleared her throat slightly, before attempting to make small talk. “So you know Nia well then?” she asked, head tilting to look at the smaller woman. Why hadn’t Nia ever mentioned her Greek friend to her? That ought to concern her. She didn’t like the notion of her best friend keeping secrets.
Yet only one thought remained clear in her mind, returning persistently to the surface every time she attempted to banish it. Just what would this interesting little morsel choose as proper attire for such a night? Her mouth went dry just thinking of the possibilities, all too eager to see the final result. Worst of all, she found herself hoping it would be something of Egyptian fashion that would allow her a better look at her companion for the evening.
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Chione didn’t miss the way the Greek’s gaze moved over her attire. Was she judging from her own prudish perspective or perhaps was she jealous of what she saw? What the Egyptian noble woman wouldn’t have given to know the thoughts that accompanied that glance. She tilted her head as the young woman seemed to ponder something, too curious to turn away, even as disappointed as she was.
Her eyebrow raised at the suggestion, and she found herself surveying the Greek before her once more. Could she be an enjoyable companion? Worst case scenario, she was a prude and Chione could take delight in making her squirm all night by witnessing the hedonistic ways of Egypt. Truthfully, she was quite attractive. Her eyes lingered perhaps a moment too long on the way the fabric of her attire bared more than was likely intended of her breasts.
No. She mustn’t look. It wasn’t right, and it would only end badly. She couldn’t allow herself to want anything that was so far out of reach. It wasn’t worth the risk to even think of it.
“Anastasia,” she murmured, repeating the name, considering her offer. At least it would be less boring than returning home to undo all her effort or moping at the tavern with a perfume of loneliness and desperation. She needed some excitement finally. It was really only fair since Nia had ditched her... again.
Her request to dress herself more appropriately only intrigued Chione more, though she played it tried not to reveal her cards, pretending to be undecided. “Well, if nothing else, it would be more fun than a night alone,” she conceded finally. She watched as the woman walked away, her gaze shifting lower to the sway of her hips. Her eyes widened slightly as Anastasia looked back to wink at her, feeling caught.
But if the woman had noticed the nature of her stare, she did nothing to betray that knowledge, so Chione began to follow her, mind racing. The reference to the influences of particular substances excited her all the more. Her own laughter echoed the Anastasia’s.
“And here I was concerned you were going to prove too much a prude to be any fun,” she said softly, amusement in her voice. “Clearly that won’t be an issue.” With her long legs, she caught up to the paler woman quickly. She cleared her throat slightly, before attempting to make small talk. “So you know Nia well then?” she asked, head tilting to look at the smaller woman. Why hadn’t Nia ever mentioned her Greek friend to her? That ought to concern her. She didn’t like the notion of her best friend keeping secrets.
Yet only one thought remained clear in her mind, returning persistently to the surface every time she attempted to banish it. Just what would this interesting little morsel choose as proper attire for such a night? Her mouth went dry just thinking of the possibilities, all too eager to see the final result. Worst of all, she found herself hoping it would be something of Egyptian fashion that would allow her a better look at her companion for the evening.
Chione didn’t miss the way the Greek’s gaze moved over her attire. Was she judging from her own prudish perspective or perhaps was she jealous of what she saw? What the Egyptian noble woman wouldn’t have given to know the thoughts that accompanied that glance. She tilted her head as the young woman seemed to ponder something, too curious to turn away, even as disappointed as she was.
Her eyebrow raised at the suggestion, and she found herself surveying the Greek before her once more. Could she be an enjoyable companion? Worst case scenario, she was a prude and Chione could take delight in making her squirm all night by witnessing the hedonistic ways of Egypt. Truthfully, she was quite attractive. Her eyes lingered perhaps a moment too long on the way the fabric of her attire bared more than was likely intended of her breasts.
No. She mustn’t look. It wasn’t right, and it would only end badly. She couldn’t allow herself to want anything that was so far out of reach. It wasn’t worth the risk to even think of it.
“Anastasia,” she murmured, repeating the name, considering her offer. At least it would be less boring than returning home to undo all her effort or moping at the tavern with a perfume of loneliness and desperation. She needed some excitement finally. It was really only fair since Nia had ditched her... again.
Her request to dress herself more appropriately only intrigued Chione more, though she played it tried not to reveal her cards, pretending to be undecided. “Well, if nothing else, it would be more fun than a night alone,” she conceded finally. She watched as the woman walked away, her gaze shifting lower to the sway of her hips. Her eyes widened slightly as Anastasia looked back to wink at her, feeling caught.
But if the woman had noticed the nature of her stare, she did nothing to betray that knowledge, so Chione began to follow her, mind racing. The reference to the influences of particular substances excited her all the more. Her own laughter echoed the Anastasia’s.
“And here I was concerned you were going to prove too much a prude to be any fun,” she said softly, amusement in her voice. “Clearly that won’t be an issue.” With her long legs, she caught up to the paler woman quickly. She cleared her throat slightly, before attempting to make small talk. “So you know Nia well then?” she asked, head tilting to look at the smaller woman. Why hadn’t Nia ever mentioned her Greek friend to her? That ought to concern her. She didn’t like the notion of her best friend keeping secrets.
Yet only one thought remained clear in her mind, returning persistently to the surface every time she attempted to banish it. Just what would this interesting little morsel choose as proper attire for such a night? Her mouth went dry just thinking of the possibilities, all too eager to see the final result. Worst of all, she found herself hoping it would be something of Egyptian fashion that would allow her a better look at her companion for the evening.
Home.
It was so strange, believing that anywhere but Taengea could be a home to Anastasia. She'd come to believe that the indulgence that Dionysus' favoured kingdom offered was something truly inspired. She'd loved the life of debauchery mixed with her lively interpretation of old fables and myths. The life of a bard was, truly, a wonderful means of facilitating what Ana really craved. Power over the self. To expunge one's former identity, the life of prudish Calliope of Aetaea to become the phoenix, Anastasia, she who did as she pleased. Everything that she did, from drunken nights with men and women alike, to her tales, to her thievery... all of it was a retreat laden with ecstasy.
Now, as she reflected on it, Anastasia ran away and abandoned the idea of home.
Now, Anastasia truly felt liberated, even in the kingdom that threatened the way she was deep inside. She could not openly flirt with Chione and see if her advances might be rebuked. But, to her, the juice was well worth the squeeze. Anastasia deprived herself of self all of her life. This particular abstinence was well worth it for the security and happiness that Akhenaten offered her.
Home.
She lived Egypt, reveled in it. No longer was Anastasia some Greek tourist, but a denizen given over to the way of life.
Well... almost.
She thought of Nafretiri and her liaison with her. She acknowledged the dangerous thoughts plaguing her about Chione in this very moment. But, she let it slide. She tilted her head, waiting for the woman's answer, quite pleased to have a companion with whom she could pass the time. Now that Akhenaten was gone, Ana needed the distraction, and Chione was the perfect medium for that. She seemed fun, searching for some sort of excitement to replace the missing Neithotep. And if Ana's time with Nia was any sort of resource as to ascertain her compatibility with Chione... then the Egyptian woman was in for a surprise.
"I'm glad you agree," she said, a soft chuckle in her words before he turned away and began to move. Then, she'd turned, catching Chione's chin tilted downwards. Was she being watched? Her movements being studied? Or...
Was she staring at my ass?
It was a hopeful thought, the idea of a woman like Chione acknowledging her looks... But it was just as likely that she was comparing them, a haughty sort of assessment. And "I'm better than you" that'd go nowhere. However, Chione widened her eyes at being seen, as if threatened by it. Ana understood the sentiment if it existed... How she wanted to just... ask. The only thing she missed about Greece now was the candor with which she could tear the clothes off of another woman who was so inclined. It was a travesty.
"And here I was concerned you were going to prove too much a prude to be any fun."
Ana let the laughter escape her lips in earnest. She was dressed in stretched clothing, the cut and angle of her kalasiris exposing more skin than it needed to. She was sneaking out of the Sheifa household and knew Neithotep wasn't present... It was so funny to her, but the pale skin she wore did so much to hide the Egyptian that lived within her.
"Clearly that won't be an issue."
Ana nodded, hearing the movement behind her hasten, long, exquisite legs carrying her to catch up with the pale Ana. With Chione next to her, she offered a vibrant smile.
"I know Nia better than I did, but perhaps not as well as I'd like to. I'm rather well acquainted with her brother, Lord Akhenaten," she clarified, a twinkle in her eyes suffused with her mirth in the situation. She loved the attention Chione was giving her, reveled in it. She hoped the stare she'd caught was what she thought it was... But, perhaps, later on they could figure that out. If Chione intended to have a night on the town with Ana, the truth would come out sooner or later.
"Come, come," she said, instinctively taking hold of Chione's hand. Briefly, she brushed her thumb along the woman's palm, the quick trek towards her comely villa taking almost an eternity in her mind. She wanted out of these clothes, to wash up somewhat and dazzle Lady Chione with the sight of her. When the pair arrived, Ana pushed open the door, the pair of women greeted by a female servant who bowed to them. Ana lifted her lips in an easy smile, having grown more and more used to being waited on. It was... nice.
"Treat our guest well, please. And fetch us the trove," she said, referring to the wooden box in which she stored her opium pipe and everything she needed to indulge.
"I'll be back in just a moment, my lady," she assured Chione before making her way to her bedroom.
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Home.
It was so strange, believing that anywhere but Taengea could be a home to Anastasia. She'd come to believe that the indulgence that Dionysus' favoured kingdom offered was something truly inspired. She'd loved the life of debauchery mixed with her lively interpretation of old fables and myths. The life of a bard was, truly, a wonderful means of facilitating what Ana really craved. Power over the self. To expunge one's former identity, the life of prudish Calliope of Aetaea to become the phoenix, Anastasia, she who did as she pleased. Everything that she did, from drunken nights with men and women alike, to her tales, to her thievery... all of it was a retreat laden with ecstasy.
Now, as she reflected on it, Anastasia ran away and abandoned the idea of home.
Now, Anastasia truly felt liberated, even in the kingdom that threatened the way she was deep inside. She could not openly flirt with Chione and see if her advances might be rebuked. But, to her, the juice was well worth the squeeze. Anastasia deprived herself of self all of her life. This particular abstinence was well worth it for the security and happiness that Akhenaten offered her.
Home.
She lived Egypt, reveled in it. No longer was Anastasia some Greek tourist, but a denizen given over to the way of life.
Well... almost.
She thought of Nafretiri and her liaison with her. She acknowledged the dangerous thoughts plaguing her about Chione in this very moment. But, she let it slide. She tilted her head, waiting for the woman's answer, quite pleased to have a companion with whom she could pass the time. Now that Akhenaten was gone, Ana needed the distraction, and Chione was the perfect medium for that. She seemed fun, searching for some sort of excitement to replace the missing Neithotep. And if Ana's time with Nia was any sort of resource as to ascertain her compatibility with Chione... then the Egyptian woman was in for a surprise.
"I'm glad you agree," she said, a soft chuckle in her words before he turned away and began to move. Then, she'd turned, catching Chione's chin tilted downwards. Was she being watched? Her movements being studied? Or...
Was she staring at my ass?
It was a hopeful thought, the idea of a woman like Chione acknowledging her looks... But it was just as likely that she was comparing them, a haughty sort of assessment. And "I'm better than you" that'd go nowhere. However, Chione widened her eyes at being seen, as if threatened by it. Ana understood the sentiment if it existed... How she wanted to just... ask. The only thing she missed about Greece now was the candor with which she could tear the clothes off of another woman who was so inclined. It was a travesty.
"And here I was concerned you were going to prove too much a prude to be any fun."
Ana let the laughter escape her lips in earnest. She was dressed in stretched clothing, the cut and angle of her kalasiris exposing more skin than it needed to. She was sneaking out of the Sheifa household and knew Neithotep wasn't present... It was so funny to her, but the pale skin she wore did so much to hide the Egyptian that lived within her.
"Clearly that won't be an issue."
Ana nodded, hearing the movement behind her hasten, long, exquisite legs carrying her to catch up with the pale Ana. With Chione next to her, she offered a vibrant smile.
"I know Nia better than I did, but perhaps not as well as I'd like to. I'm rather well acquainted with her brother, Lord Akhenaten," she clarified, a twinkle in her eyes suffused with her mirth in the situation. She loved the attention Chione was giving her, reveled in it. She hoped the stare she'd caught was what she thought it was... But, perhaps, later on they could figure that out. If Chione intended to have a night on the town with Ana, the truth would come out sooner or later.
"Come, come," she said, instinctively taking hold of Chione's hand. Briefly, she brushed her thumb along the woman's palm, the quick trek towards her comely villa taking almost an eternity in her mind. She wanted out of these clothes, to wash up somewhat and dazzle Lady Chione with the sight of her. When the pair arrived, Ana pushed open the door, the pair of women greeted by a female servant who bowed to them. Ana lifted her lips in an easy smile, having grown more and more used to being waited on. It was... nice.
"Treat our guest well, please. And fetch us the trove," she said, referring to the wooden box in which she stored her opium pipe and everything she needed to indulge.
"I'll be back in just a moment, my lady," she assured Chione before making her way to her bedroom.
Home.
It was so strange, believing that anywhere but Taengea could be a home to Anastasia. She'd come to believe that the indulgence that Dionysus' favoured kingdom offered was something truly inspired. She'd loved the life of debauchery mixed with her lively interpretation of old fables and myths. The life of a bard was, truly, a wonderful means of facilitating what Ana really craved. Power over the self. To expunge one's former identity, the life of prudish Calliope of Aetaea to become the phoenix, Anastasia, she who did as she pleased. Everything that she did, from drunken nights with men and women alike, to her tales, to her thievery... all of it was a retreat laden with ecstasy.
Now, as she reflected on it, Anastasia ran away and abandoned the idea of home.
Now, Anastasia truly felt liberated, even in the kingdom that threatened the way she was deep inside. She could not openly flirt with Chione and see if her advances might be rebuked. But, to her, the juice was well worth the squeeze. Anastasia deprived herself of self all of her life. This particular abstinence was well worth it for the security and happiness that Akhenaten offered her.
Home.
She lived Egypt, reveled in it. No longer was Anastasia some Greek tourist, but a denizen given over to the way of life.
Well... almost.
She thought of Nafretiri and her liaison with her. She acknowledged the dangerous thoughts plaguing her about Chione in this very moment. But, she let it slide. She tilted her head, waiting for the woman's answer, quite pleased to have a companion with whom she could pass the time. Now that Akhenaten was gone, Ana needed the distraction, and Chione was the perfect medium for that. She seemed fun, searching for some sort of excitement to replace the missing Neithotep. And if Ana's time with Nia was any sort of resource as to ascertain her compatibility with Chione... then the Egyptian woman was in for a surprise.
"I'm glad you agree," she said, a soft chuckle in her words before he turned away and began to move. Then, she'd turned, catching Chione's chin tilted downwards. Was she being watched? Her movements being studied? Or...
Was she staring at my ass?
It was a hopeful thought, the idea of a woman like Chione acknowledging her looks... But it was just as likely that she was comparing them, a haughty sort of assessment. And "I'm better than you" that'd go nowhere. However, Chione widened her eyes at being seen, as if threatened by it. Ana understood the sentiment if it existed... How she wanted to just... ask. The only thing she missed about Greece now was the candor with which she could tear the clothes off of another woman who was so inclined. It was a travesty.
"And here I was concerned you were going to prove too much a prude to be any fun."
Ana let the laughter escape her lips in earnest. She was dressed in stretched clothing, the cut and angle of her kalasiris exposing more skin than it needed to. She was sneaking out of the Sheifa household and knew Neithotep wasn't present... It was so funny to her, but the pale skin she wore did so much to hide the Egyptian that lived within her.
"Clearly that won't be an issue."
Ana nodded, hearing the movement behind her hasten, long, exquisite legs carrying her to catch up with the pale Ana. With Chione next to her, she offered a vibrant smile.
"I know Nia better than I did, but perhaps not as well as I'd like to. I'm rather well acquainted with her brother, Lord Akhenaten," she clarified, a twinkle in her eyes suffused with her mirth in the situation. She loved the attention Chione was giving her, reveled in it. She hoped the stare she'd caught was what she thought it was... But, perhaps, later on they could figure that out. If Chione intended to have a night on the town with Ana, the truth would come out sooner or later.
"Come, come," she said, instinctively taking hold of Chione's hand. Briefly, she brushed her thumb along the woman's palm, the quick trek towards her comely villa taking almost an eternity in her mind. She wanted out of these clothes, to wash up somewhat and dazzle Lady Chione with the sight of her. When the pair arrived, Ana pushed open the door, the pair of women greeted by a female servant who bowed to them. Ana lifted her lips in an easy smile, having grown more and more used to being waited on. It was... nice.
"Treat our guest well, please. And fetch us the trove," she said, referring to the wooden box in which she stored her opium pipe and everything she needed to indulge.
"I'll be back in just a moment, my lady," she assured Chione before making her way to her bedroom.
Anastasia had an easy sort of confidence that spoke to Chione. She didn’t need to scream for attention, nor act out, she simply commanded the eyes of those around her. It was as though she was a performer who required no audience, who truly lived her art. It was a subtle thing and yet entirely captivating.
Those were the thoughts that ran through Chione’s mind. Enough to distract her from being mindful of her gaze. The sort of amateur mistake that could see her dead. Foolish! She knew better. But now there were no men around to distract her and enough uncertainty she could only guess there would only lie rejection ahead down that path. That tiniest bit of doubt had her practically salivating though, idiotic though it may be.
Her words brought a knowing smile to the Egyptian woman’s full lips. “I see.” There was no need to question how the woman might be acquainted with Akhenaten. She knew enough of him to know his tastes - after all, they were rather aligned with her own in many ways. There was a reason he had always been Nia’s favorite sibling.
“I imagine Neithotep wasn’t precisely welcoming when she met you.” It was a statement rather than a question. She knew full well how Nia felt about her younger brother’s women. No one would ever be good enough in her eyes. “Don’t take it personally. She’s just a bit... overprotective of her brother.” She wanted to say she’d warm up in time, but truthfully, none of Hena’s mistresses had ever lasted long enough for Chione to learn if that was the case.
She felt her face flush slightly as the shorter woman grasped her hand, the slight brush of her thumb like lightning through her veins. Still, she didn’t recoil from the touch. It was playing with fire, but friendliness that bordered on flirting was her specialty. She wasn’t about to flinch from a little affection.
They made the rest of the trek in silence, though Chione was too wrapped up in her own forbidden thoughts to notice. It was all she could do to not try to imagine what she had surely been doing with Akhenaten just a short while ago. To imagine how she must look in the throes of passion. To wonder what the fabric she wore hid beneath it. What sounds she made in her pleasure.
No, this was a slippery slope. She had to find a man tonight. Someone to take the edge off, or else she’d never get this silly fantasy out of her system. She might well go crazy if she had to try to keep such naughty thoughts entirely pent up for much longer.
Fortunately, they then arrived at the villa the Greek woman apparently called home, and Chione couldn’t help but be a little impressed. Perhaps there was more to this small woman than she had thought. Already she was quite looking forward to seeing where the night might lead them. “Of course,” she replied with a small nod, releasing her hand with more reluctance than she cared to admit.
“Something to drink,” she demanded of the servants, not unkindly, but with the expectation of one who had always been waited on. Once she had been offered a drink, she took a seat, reclining into a comfortable lounge, legs extended and crossed only at the ankles. She downed the glass far too quickly - fighting off the thoughts of the woman who was surely stripped naked by now nearby. She was far too restless to sit in such silence, waiting. It only encouraged these forbidden thoughts. Already she was more worked up than she had any right to be.
Biting her lip, she raised her arms above her head, stretching in a long, languid movement. In doing so, the fabric of her outfit shifted upwards, revealing most of what it was meant to conceal in the process.
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Anastasia had an easy sort of confidence that spoke to Chione. She didn’t need to scream for attention, nor act out, she simply commanded the eyes of those around her. It was as though she was a performer who required no audience, who truly lived her art. It was a subtle thing and yet entirely captivating.
Those were the thoughts that ran through Chione’s mind. Enough to distract her from being mindful of her gaze. The sort of amateur mistake that could see her dead. Foolish! She knew better. But now there were no men around to distract her and enough uncertainty she could only guess there would only lie rejection ahead down that path. That tiniest bit of doubt had her practically salivating though, idiotic though it may be.
Her words brought a knowing smile to the Egyptian woman’s full lips. “I see.” There was no need to question how the woman might be acquainted with Akhenaten. She knew enough of him to know his tastes - after all, they were rather aligned with her own in many ways. There was a reason he had always been Nia’s favorite sibling.
“I imagine Neithotep wasn’t precisely welcoming when she met you.” It was a statement rather than a question. She knew full well how Nia felt about her younger brother’s women. No one would ever be good enough in her eyes. “Don’t take it personally. She’s just a bit... overprotective of her brother.” She wanted to say she’d warm up in time, but truthfully, none of Hena’s mistresses had ever lasted long enough for Chione to learn if that was the case.
She felt her face flush slightly as the shorter woman grasped her hand, the slight brush of her thumb like lightning through her veins. Still, she didn’t recoil from the touch. It was playing with fire, but friendliness that bordered on flirting was her specialty. She wasn’t about to flinch from a little affection.
They made the rest of the trek in silence, though Chione was too wrapped up in her own forbidden thoughts to notice. It was all she could do to not try to imagine what she had surely been doing with Akhenaten just a short while ago. To imagine how she must look in the throes of passion. To wonder what the fabric she wore hid beneath it. What sounds she made in her pleasure.
No, this was a slippery slope. She had to find a man tonight. Someone to take the edge off, or else she’d never get this silly fantasy out of her system. She might well go crazy if she had to try to keep such naughty thoughts entirely pent up for much longer.
Fortunately, they then arrived at the villa the Greek woman apparently called home, and Chione couldn’t help but be a little impressed. Perhaps there was more to this small woman than she had thought. Already she was quite looking forward to seeing where the night might lead them. “Of course,” she replied with a small nod, releasing her hand with more reluctance than she cared to admit.
“Something to drink,” she demanded of the servants, not unkindly, but with the expectation of one who had always been waited on. Once she had been offered a drink, she took a seat, reclining into a comfortable lounge, legs extended and crossed only at the ankles. She downed the glass far too quickly - fighting off the thoughts of the woman who was surely stripped naked by now nearby. She was far too restless to sit in such silence, waiting. It only encouraged these forbidden thoughts. Already she was more worked up than she had any right to be.
Biting her lip, she raised her arms above her head, stretching in a long, languid movement. In doing so, the fabric of her outfit shifted upwards, revealing most of what it was meant to conceal in the process.
Anastasia had an easy sort of confidence that spoke to Chione. She didn’t need to scream for attention, nor act out, she simply commanded the eyes of those around her. It was as though she was a performer who required no audience, who truly lived her art. It was a subtle thing and yet entirely captivating.
Those were the thoughts that ran through Chione’s mind. Enough to distract her from being mindful of her gaze. The sort of amateur mistake that could see her dead. Foolish! She knew better. But now there were no men around to distract her and enough uncertainty she could only guess there would only lie rejection ahead down that path. That tiniest bit of doubt had her practically salivating though, idiotic though it may be.
Her words brought a knowing smile to the Egyptian woman’s full lips. “I see.” There was no need to question how the woman might be acquainted with Akhenaten. She knew enough of him to know his tastes - after all, they were rather aligned with her own in many ways. There was a reason he had always been Nia’s favorite sibling.
“I imagine Neithotep wasn’t precisely welcoming when she met you.” It was a statement rather than a question. She knew full well how Nia felt about her younger brother’s women. No one would ever be good enough in her eyes. “Don’t take it personally. She’s just a bit... overprotective of her brother.” She wanted to say she’d warm up in time, but truthfully, none of Hena’s mistresses had ever lasted long enough for Chione to learn if that was the case.
She felt her face flush slightly as the shorter woman grasped her hand, the slight brush of her thumb like lightning through her veins. Still, she didn’t recoil from the touch. It was playing with fire, but friendliness that bordered on flirting was her specialty. She wasn’t about to flinch from a little affection.
They made the rest of the trek in silence, though Chione was too wrapped up in her own forbidden thoughts to notice. It was all she could do to not try to imagine what she had surely been doing with Akhenaten just a short while ago. To imagine how she must look in the throes of passion. To wonder what the fabric she wore hid beneath it. What sounds she made in her pleasure.
No, this was a slippery slope. She had to find a man tonight. Someone to take the edge off, or else she’d never get this silly fantasy out of her system. She might well go crazy if she had to try to keep such naughty thoughts entirely pent up for much longer.
Fortunately, they then arrived at the villa the Greek woman apparently called home, and Chione couldn’t help but be a little impressed. Perhaps there was more to this small woman than she had thought. Already she was quite looking forward to seeing where the night might lead them. “Of course,” she replied with a small nod, releasing her hand with more reluctance than she cared to admit.
“Something to drink,” she demanded of the servants, not unkindly, but with the expectation of one who had always been waited on. Once she had been offered a drink, she took a seat, reclining into a comfortable lounge, legs extended and crossed only at the ankles. She downed the glass far too quickly - fighting off the thoughts of the woman who was surely stripped naked by now nearby. She was far too restless to sit in such silence, waiting. It only encouraged these forbidden thoughts. Already she was more worked up than she had any right to be.
Biting her lip, she raised her arms above her head, stretching in a long, languid movement. In doing so, the fabric of her outfit shifted upwards, revealing most of what it was meant to conceal in the process.
Anastasia craved to know what went on behind those eyes.
Chione threatened to bore her gaze through Ana. First, through the back of her head, then to her hips and once they were side by side, she felt the inconclusive heat of her gaze upon her. It was difficult to discern between the heat within herself, the heady desire that coursed deeper, wound tighter and tighter around Anastasia the longer she spent in Chione's company. First, there was the sight of her. The willowy visage of the woman was incomparable, the epitome of Egyptian beauty wrapped in living flesh with heat that she craved to feel pressed against her. Then, there was the knowing smile that cast upon her lips. It was as if Chione understood the nerves that might've built within Ana, the desire to impress Neithotep and place herself in the noblewoman's good graces.
Before Chione, Anastasia felt bared, and it inspired a visceral attraction that she did everything to suppress. She was so pleasant, so understanding in ways that she didn't think she needed. Words of comfort given to a girl she scarcely knew... Anastasia wasn't sure if the Egyptians believed in nymphs and other creations of the Gods like her sovereign did, but... surely she was a nymph born from Hathor for how gracious and beautiful she was.
She offered the slightest of smiles, but they continued the rest of the way in silence, Anastasia not quite sure how to answer her the observation and those reassurances without gushing and revealing just how deeply she was falling into the fantasy of indulgence. Then, there was the fact that she'd just come from her lover's home, and the conflict that existed there. She loved Akhenaten, lavished in his attentions and eagerly gave herself to the man... but this sort of fire with a woman was not so easily ignored. She reveled in it, the heat of their joined hands coursing through her as they entered at last.
Once Anastasia excused herself, the facade of calm was allowed to wither away. Behind the closed door, Anastasia imagined Chione in the neighbouring room, heard as the servant nodded in response to the noblewoman's demand. There was no stopping the fantasy that erupted within Ana, the thought of dismissing her servant, closing the door behind her and barring it with the wooden locking mechanism... She imagined tearing the clothes off of Chione and seizing her lips... The thought brought a quiver that tore through Ana's body as the worn kalasiris fell to the ground and Anastasia stood, nude, in her room. Fingertips trailed along the numerous exquisite fabrics, catching between the rungs of a net-work dress that was very much like what Chione herself was wearing.
While the idea of wearing it crossed Ana's mind, it seemed... derivative. Taking a similar garment to Chione wouldn't impress her, and she wanted to wow the young woman for more reasons than one. She felt set at ease by her reassurance, even if it wasn't well-grounded. Surely, Chione didn't know their relationship, but that made her words all the more satisfactory. When Nia gave her half-cocked blessing, it'd given Ana comfort. But... there was a hollowness to it, a distrust that couldn't and most likely, wouldn't be present there. She basked in all of it while she found an altogether more intriguing outfit to present to her companion.
But, first.
Anastasia wouldn't call out for the servant to assist her. She'd rather let Chione be waited on and for the servant to set the pipe and the opium on the table in front of the kline she was seated on. Instead, she took a cut piece of cloth and soaked it in perfumed water set aside for this very purpose. Treated to a bath after Hena and her were well and satisfied with each other, it was merely for the sake of having to wear the same clothes that she washed herself. Cool water, scented with a mixture of petals, soaked into the cloth. She brushed it along the length of her body before, at last, she dressed herself and was ready to emerge.
When Anastasia set outside of the room, her lithe form was in a sheathe. The garb was well-fitted to her dimensions, but sheer and did very little to hide the curves of her breasts, only slightly thicker in a band that went under her arms and protected her nipples from the elements. The sheathe halfway down the length of her thigh, wide enough to allow her legs the freedom of movement without significantly hiking up the fabric. Milky white in colour, the garb was accented with a honey-toned shawl that wrapped about her shoulders and draped along the length of her back. Around her neck was a gold pendant with a jade stone that rested between her breasts. Her hair was pulled back and braided, tied together by a matching golden thread.
An easy confidence followed her steps as she sat down next to Chione, doing her utmost to ignore the fact that the other woman's shift in posture exposed her more than her net-work dress already did. She ignored the hunger that welled in her... she denied herself so as to preserve the moment and not give the servant nearby an improper perception. Dressed and perfumed, Anastasia grinned at her companion, letting her gaze drink in the sight of her before she reached for the pipe in front of them, feeding opium into the bowl before passing it along to Chione,
"The guest gets the first draw, of course."
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Anastasia craved to know what went on behind those eyes.
Chione threatened to bore her gaze through Ana. First, through the back of her head, then to her hips and once they were side by side, she felt the inconclusive heat of her gaze upon her. It was difficult to discern between the heat within herself, the heady desire that coursed deeper, wound tighter and tighter around Anastasia the longer she spent in Chione's company. First, there was the sight of her. The willowy visage of the woman was incomparable, the epitome of Egyptian beauty wrapped in living flesh with heat that she craved to feel pressed against her. Then, there was the knowing smile that cast upon her lips. It was as if Chione understood the nerves that might've built within Ana, the desire to impress Neithotep and place herself in the noblewoman's good graces.
Before Chione, Anastasia felt bared, and it inspired a visceral attraction that she did everything to suppress. She was so pleasant, so understanding in ways that she didn't think she needed. Words of comfort given to a girl she scarcely knew... Anastasia wasn't sure if the Egyptians believed in nymphs and other creations of the Gods like her sovereign did, but... surely she was a nymph born from Hathor for how gracious and beautiful she was.
She offered the slightest of smiles, but they continued the rest of the way in silence, Anastasia not quite sure how to answer her the observation and those reassurances without gushing and revealing just how deeply she was falling into the fantasy of indulgence. Then, there was the fact that she'd just come from her lover's home, and the conflict that existed there. She loved Akhenaten, lavished in his attentions and eagerly gave herself to the man... but this sort of fire with a woman was not so easily ignored. She reveled in it, the heat of their joined hands coursing through her as they entered at last.
Once Anastasia excused herself, the facade of calm was allowed to wither away. Behind the closed door, Anastasia imagined Chione in the neighbouring room, heard as the servant nodded in response to the noblewoman's demand. There was no stopping the fantasy that erupted within Ana, the thought of dismissing her servant, closing the door behind her and barring it with the wooden locking mechanism... She imagined tearing the clothes off of Chione and seizing her lips... The thought brought a quiver that tore through Ana's body as the worn kalasiris fell to the ground and Anastasia stood, nude, in her room. Fingertips trailed along the numerous exquisite fabrics, catching between the rungs of a net-work dress that was very much like what Chione herself was wearing.
While the idea of wearing it crossed Ana's mind, it seemed... derivative. Taking a similar garment to Chione wouldn't impress her, and she wanted to wow the young woman for more reasons than one. She felt set at ease by her reassurance, even if it wasn't well-grounded. Surely, Chione didn't know their relationship, but that made her words all the more satisfactory. When Nia gave her half-cocked blessing, it'd given Ana comfort. But... there was a hollowness to it, a distrust that couldn't and most likely, wouldn't be present there. She basked in all of it while she found an altogether more intriguing outfit to present to her companion.
But, first.
Anastasia wouldn't call out for the servant to assist her. She'd rather let Chione be waited on and for the servant to set the pipe and the opium on the table in front of the kline she was seated on. Instead, she took a cut piece of cloth and soaked it in perfumed water set aside for this very purpose. Treated to a bath after Hena and her were well and satisfied with each other, it was merely for the sake of having to wear the same clothes that she washed herself. Cool water, scented with a mixture of petals, soaked into the cloth. She brushed it along the length of her body before, at last, she dressed herself and was ready to emerge.
When Anastasia set outside of the room, her lithe form was in a sheathe. The garb was well-fitted to her dimensions, but sheer and did very little to hide the curves of her breasts, only slightly thicker in a band that went under her arms and protected her nipples from the elements. The sheathe halfway down the length of her thigh, wide enough to allow her legs the freedom of movement without significantly hiking up the fabric. Milky white in colour, the garb was accented with a honey-toned shawl that wrapped about her shoulders and draped along the length of her back. Around her neck was a gold pendant with a jade stone that rested between her breasts. Her hair was pulled back and braided, tied together by a matching golden thread.
An easy confidence followed her steps as she sat down next to Chione, doing her utmost to ignore the fact that the other woman's shift in posture exposed her more than her net-work dress already did. She ignored the hunger that welled in her... she denied herself so as to preserve the moment and not give the servant nearby an improper perception. Dressed and perfumed, Anastasia grinned at her companion, letting her gaze drink in the sight of her before she reached for the pipe in front of them, feeding opium into the bowl before passing it along to Chione,
"The guest gets the first draw, of course."
Anastasia craved to know what went on behind those eyes.
Chione threatened to bore her gaze through Ana. First, through the back of her head, then to her hips and once they were side by side, she felt the inconclusive heat of her gaze upon her. It was difficult to discern between the heat within herself, the heady desire that coursed deeper, wound tighter and tighter around Anastasia the longer she spent in Chione's company. First, there was the sight of her. The willowy visage of the woman was incomparable, the epitome of Egyptian beauty wrapped in living flesh with heat that she craved to feel pressed against her. Then, there was the knowing smile that cast upon her lips. It was as if Chione understood the nerves that might've built within Ana, the desire to impress Neithotep and place herself in the noblewoman's good graces.
Before Chione, Anastasia felt bared, and it inspired a visceral attraction that she did everything to suppress. She was so pleasant, so understanding in ways that she didn't think she needed. Words of comfort given to a girl she scarcely knew... Anastasia wasn't sure if the Egyptians believed in nymphs and other creations of the Gods like her sovereign did, but... surely she was a nymph born from Hathor for how gracious and beautiful she was.
She offered the slightest of smiles, but they continued the rest of the way in silence, Anastasia not quite sure how to answer her the observation and those reassurances without gushing and revealing just how deeply she was falling into the fantasy of indulgence. Then, there was the fact that she'd just come from her lover's home, and the conflict that existed there. She loved Akhenaten, lavished in his attentions and eagerly gave herself to the man... but this sort of fire with a woman was not so easily ignored. She reveled in it, the heat of their joined hands coursing through her as they entered at last.
Once Anastasia excused herself, the facade of calm was allowed to wither away. Behind the closed door, Anastasia imagined Chione in the neighbouring room, heard as the servant nodded in response to the noblewoman's demand. There was no stopping the fantasy that erupted within Ana, the thought of dismissing her servant, closing the door behind her and barring it with the wooden locking mechanism... She imagined tearing the clothes off of Chione and seizing her lips... The thought brought a quiver that tore through Ana's body as the worn kalasiris fell to the ground and Anastasia stood, nude, in her room. Fingertips trailed along the numerous exquisite fabrics, catching between the rungs of a net-work dress that was very much like what Chione herself was wearing.
While the idea of wearing it crossed Ana's mind, it seemed... derivative. Taking a similar garment to Chione wouldn't impress her, and she wanted to wow the young woman for more reasons than one. She felt set at ease by her reassurance, even if it wasn't well-grounded. Surely, Chione didn't know their relationship, but that made her words all the more satisfactory. When Nia gave her half-cocked blessing, it'd given Ana comfort. But... there was a hollowness to it, a distrust that couldn't and most likely, wouldn't be present there. She basked in all of it while she found an altogether more intriguing outfit to present to her companion.
But, first.
Anastasia wouldn't call out for the servant to assist her. She'd rather let Chione be waited on and for the servant to set the pipe and the opium on the table in front of the kline she was seated on. Instead, she took a cut piece of cloth and soaked it in perfumed water set aside for this very purpose. Treated to a bath after Hena and her were well and satisfied with each other, it was merely for the sake of having to wear the same clothes that she washed herself. Cool water, scented with a mixture of petals, soaked into the cloth. She brushed it along the length of her body before, at last, she dressed herself and was ready to emerge.
When Anastasia set outside of the room, her lithe form was in a sheathe. The garb was well-fitted to her dimensions, but sheer and did very little to hide the curves of her breasts, only slightly thicker in a band that went under her arms and protected her nipples from the elements. The sheathe halfway down the length of her thigh, wide enough to allow her legs the freedom of movement without significantly hiking up the fabric. Milky white in colour, the garb was accented with a honey-toned shawl that wrapped about her shoulders and draped along the length of her back. Around her neck was a gold pendant with a jade stone that rested between her breasts. Her hair was pulled back and braided, tied together by a matching golden thread.
An easy confidence followed her steps as she sat down next to Chione, doing her utmost to ignore the fact that the other woman's shift in posture exposed her more than her net-work dress already did. She ignored the hunger that welled in her... she denied herself so as to preserve the moment and not give the servant nearby an improper perception. Dressed and perfumed, Anastasia grinned at her companion, letting her gaze drink in the sight of her before she reached for the pipe in front of them, feeding opium into the bowl before passing it along to Chione,
"The guest gets the first draw, of course."
For all that she was impulsive, Chione had never acted upon her desires for a woman. At least, not in any manner that couldn’t be easily passed off as close friendship. There were eyes everywhere, and Egyptians loved to gossip. She might have a fear of aging out of her beauty, but that didn’t mean she was looking to die young either. Usually when temptations struck, she could simply deflect it onto the nearest attractive male.
With Anastasia that was proving damn near impossible.
If she possessed even a pearl of wisdom, she should flee right now. Forget any conventions of polite etiquette, and just run out before the Greek woman returned. There was something about her that called to Chione. And here, in her villa, they were in a position to be far too close. There was no one to distract, no one to offer a reprieve from the temptation.
No one to witness.
No! She couldn’t allow herself to think like that. There were still servants who could whisper. There was still a chance she could reject Chione. If she told her lover... gods, Chione would be dead before next day’s sunset. This couldn’t happen. Not even in the safety of her mind. At least not until she was far from here and alone. Even then, it might be too great a risk. If Anastasia was Hena’s lover... that meant their paths would often cross, especially as Chione often preferred the Shiefa residence to her own home.
No, even imagining what could never be would be too dangerous. If she lost track of where reality ended and fantasy began, if she got too inebriated in her presence and crossed a line... That would be her ruin. Yet much as she knew all of this, she made no move to leave.
It never crossed her mind that the temptation could possibly be mutual.
She was mid-stretch when the Greek returned, oblivious to her presence for a moment. Yet even as she noticed her, she couldn’t help but flaunt herself, just a little. The motion had made her slide down the seat a little, hiking what little fabric she wore closer to her hips. She made sure to lower her arms slowly as the woman approached, appearing as casual as could be. Pretending as though her heart wasn’t racing at the feel of the warm hazel gaze of those large eyes over her body. As though she wasn’t hoping that the other woman liked what she saw.
Foolish.
Still, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease and flirt. So long as she was careful, it wouldn’t be harmful, surely. That’s what she wanted to believe at least. Gods, she was definitely going to need to find a man to bed tonight. She was far too affected by the woman before her to go to bed alone this night. She needed some degree of relief, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
She took the opportunity to let her own blue gaze wander of Anastasia’s choice of attire. That sheathe did wonders for her figure, that much was certain. The white fabric only seemed to enhance her own paleness, as though she was carved of marble or dipped in milk. That thought was enough to make her bite her lip, suppressing a thousand urges all at once.
“I see you’ve embraced our fashion. It suits you better than one might expect.” Her words were haughty, desperately trying to mask to hint of husky desire in her voice.
She leaned forward to accept the offered pipe. Her fingers brushed against the back of her hand, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “Such hospitality,” she purred, approval in her voice. She brought the pipe to her lips, blue eyes fixed on the woman before her as she took a long draw. Only as she brought the pipe down from her lips did she close her eyes, head tilting back, savoring the sensations of the opium as it washed over her. Instantly it seemed the tension drained from her body as her worries faded. She could be careful and still enjoy herself. After all, she had always resisted before. No matter how beautiful, this woman would be no different.
“Excellent,” she murmured as she slowly opened her eyes, holding the pipe out to her host in silent invitation to imbibe.
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For all that she was impulsive, Chione had never acted upon her desires for a woman. At least, not in any manner that couldn’t be easily passed off as close friendship. There were eyes everywhere, and Egyptians loved to gossip. She might have a fear of aging out of her beauty, but that didn’t mean she was looking to die young either. Usually when temptations struck, she could simply deflect it onto the nearest attractive male.
With Anastasia that was proving damn near impossible.
If she possessed even a pearl of wisdom, she should flee right now. Forget any conventions of polite etiquette, and just run out before the Greek woman returned. There was something about her that called to Chione. And here, in her villa, they were in a position to be far too close. There was no one to distract, no one to offer a reprieve from the temptation.
No one to witness.
No! She couldn’t allow herself to think like that. There were still servants who could whisper. There was still a chance she could reject Chione. If she told her lover... gods, Chione would be dead before next day’s sunset. This couldn’t happen. Not even in the safety of her mind. At least not until she was far from here and alone. Even then, it might be too great a risk. If Anastasia was Hena’s lover... that meant their paths would often cross, especially as Chione often preferred the Shiefa residence to her own home.
No, even imagining what could never be would be too dangerous. If she lost track of where reality ended and fantasy began, if she got too inebriated in her presence and crossed a line... That would be her ruin. Yet much as she knew all of this, she made no move to leave.
It never crossed her mind that the temptation could possibly be mutual.
She was mid-stretch when the Greek returned, oblivious to her presence for a moment. Yet even as she noticed her, she couldn’t help but flaunt herself, just a little. The motion had made her slide down the seat a little, hiking what little fabric she wore closer to her hips. She made sure to lower her arms slowly as the woman approached, appearing as casual as could be. Pretending as though her heart wasn’t racing at the feel of the warm hazel gaze of those large eyes over her body. As though she wasn’t hoping that the other woman liked what she saw.
Foolish.
Still, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease and flirt. So long as she was careful, it wouldn’t be harmful, surely. That’s what she wanted to believe at least. Gods, she was definitely going to need to find a man to bed tonight. She was far too affected by the woman before her to go to bed alone this night. She needed some degree of relief, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
She took the opportunity to let her own blue gaze wander of Anastasia’s choice of attire. That sheathe did wonders for her figure, that much was certain. The white fabric only seemed to enhance her own paleness, as though she was carved of marble or dipped in milk. That thought was enough to make her bite her lip, suppressing a thousand urges all at once.
“I see you’ve embraced our fashion. It suits you better than one might expect.” Her words were haughty, desperately trying to mask to hint of husky desire in her voice.
She leaned forward to accept the offered pipe. Her fingers brushed against the back of her hand, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “Such hospitality,” she purred, approval in her voice. She brought the pipe to her lips, blue eyes fixed on the woman before her as she took a long draw. Only as she brought the pipe down from her lips did she close her eyes, head tilting back, savoring the sensations of the opium as it washed over her. Instantly it seemed the tension drained from her body as her worries faded. She could be careful and still enjoy herself. After all, she had always resisted before. No matter how beautiful, this woman would be no different.
“Excellent,” she murmured as she slowly opened her eyes, holding the pipe out to her host in silent invitation to imbibe.
For all that she was impulsive, Chione had never acted upon her desires for a woman. At least, not in any manner that couldn’t be easily passed off as close friendship. There were eyes everywhere, and Egyptians loved to gossip. She might have a fear of aging out of her beauty, but that didn’t mean she was looking to die young either. Usually when temptations struck, she could simply deflect it onto the nearest attractive male.
With Anastasia that was proving damn near impossible.
If she possessed even a pearl of wisdom, she should flee right now. Forget any conventions of polite etiquette, and just run out before the Greek woman returned. There was something about her that called to Chione. And here, in her villa, they were in a position to be far too close. There was no one to distract, no one to offer a reprieve from the temptation.
No one to witness.
No! She couldn’t allow herself to think like that. There were still servants who could whisper. There was still a chance she could reject Chione. If she told her lover... gods, Chione would be dead before next day’s sunset. This couldn’t happen. Not even in the safety of her mind. At least not until she was far from here and alone. Even then, it might be too great a risk. If Anastasia was Hena’s lover... that meant their paths would often cross, especially as Chione often preferred the Shiefa residence to her own home.
No, even imagining what could never be would be too dangerous. If she lost track of where reality ended and fantasy began, if she got too inebriated in her presence and crossed a line... That would be her ruin. Yet much as she knew all of this, she made no move to leave.
It never crossed her mind that the temptation could possibly be mutual.
She was mid-stretch when the Greek returned, oblivious to her presence for a moment. Yet even as she noticed her, she couldn’t help but flaunt herself, just a little. The motion had made her slide down the seat a little, hiking what little fabric she wore closer to her hips. She made sure to lower her arms slowly as the woman approached, appearing as casual as could be. Pretending as though her heart wasn’t racing at the feel of the warm hazel gaze of those large eyes over her body. As though she wasn’t hoping that the other woman liked what she saw.
Foolish.
Still, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease and flirt. So long as she was careful, it wouldn’t be harmful, surely. That’s what she wanted to believe at least. Gods, she was definitely going to need to find a man to bed tonight. She was far too affected by the woman before her to go to bed alone this night. She needed some degree of relief, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
She took the opportunity to let her own blue gaze wander of Anastasia’s choice of attire. That sheathe did wonders for her figure, that much was certain. The white fabric only seemed to enhance her own paleness, as though she was carved of marble or dipped in milk. That thought was enough to make her bite her lip, suppressing a thousand urges all at once.
“I see you’ve embraced our fashion. It suits you better than one might expect.” Her words were haughty, desperately trying to mask to hint of husky desire in her voice.
She leaned forward to accept the offered pipe. Her fingers brushed against the back of her hand, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “Such hospitality,” she purred, approval in her voice. She brought the pipe to her lips, blue eyes fixed on the woman before her as she took a long draw. Only as she brought the pipe down from her lips did she close her eyes, head tilting back, savoring the sensations of the opium as it washed over her. Instantly it seemed the tension drained from her body as her worries faded. She could be careful and still enjoy herself. After all, she had always resisted before. No matter how beautiful, this woman would be no different.
“Excellent,” she murmured as she slowly opened her eyes, holding the pipe out to her host in silent invitation to imbibe.
Anastasia was so careful.
She averted her gaze in public, even when Egyptian custom had so many women revealing so much more flesh than she was ever accustomed to seeing publicly. While Anastasia was confident in her abilities to flee from authority should she be revealed... the idea of it was abhorrent. Already, she'd been forced to flee two kingdoms for one reason or another, and the fact that after nearly a year in Egypt, she'd found a true reason to stay... She needed to be vigilant, she needed to limit her desires and yet... her heart raced with every moment spent with Chione. Not since Euterpe of Midas had she felt such heady desire, born not from similarity or empathy for another person, but visceral, chemical lust that threatened to undo her completely.
Does Chione feel it, too? Could she?
The thought echoed through her mind, a desperate desire that nothing but satisfaction of that curiosity could bring to her. If Chione rejected her... then...
What would I do?
Could she blame the drugs? If that was her plan, to take the plunge and use intoxication as her shield... then she needed to get high. Perhaps, it'd ease the nerves. It might even cause her to forget this need and the plan is undone... She hoped, desperately, that some sort of reprieve could be found as she emerged from her room to slide onto the kline next to Chione. She found the easy grin catching upon her lips, listening to the haughtiness that wrought from Chione's lips. It was amusing, how she could dance between the encouragement of just moments before to the dual-sided compliment that seemed so utterly disingenuous. Or, at least, Ana hoped it was. She wanted Chione to be disguising feelings, too.
Even if those feelings were believed to be dark and evil in this land. Here, in this sanctuary of hers, where she could send the only witness away to take something inconsequential to the Sheifa manor and leave the both of them utterly alone... She hungered for isolation and yet...
She put it away. She found the chuckle escape her lips as she purr moved from the Egyptian's. She took the heated pipe in a ginger grasp and raised it to her lips. Those blue eyes met Ana's as the inhale pulled the bluish smoke into her lungs. As her head titled back and her throat was bared to Anastasia, it was one of the most difficult moments in her life to not lean forward and place her lips on the flesh. It was disturbing, how easily, with so little words spoken between them that Chione could so thoroughly capture her attentions.
Was Ana simply a whore, craving these illicit attentions? Or was the recent satisfaction at Hena's hand only plunging further want within her? Anastasia could read into it for hours, or even days, the anxiety gripping at the edges of her mind as the smoke poured from Chione's nostrils and mouth. The Egyptian seemed far more relaxed, and Ana envied her so terribly for the ability to simply... unwind. Once the pipe was held out for Ana, she took it gratefully, nodding in agreement as he replenished the opium and placed it over the heat for a short moment. Once the opium properly vaporized in the bowl, Ana brought the pipe to her lips and let the haze pour into her lungs.
Pleasure replaced panic. The world vibrated, a soothing pulse that melted away her anxieties as she raised the pipe again to her lips. She took a second draw, clearing out the bowl before packing it anew and placing it on the heated surface that sought to melt the opium once more. She felt an easy smile cast upon her lips, the expression given over to Chione as the Greek turned in her seat. She twisted her body so that she faced the Egyptian at all times, low giggles pulled from her throat as she rested her head on the kline's rest, her hazel gaze set inexorably upon Chione.
In the midst of her high, there was little she could do to hide the fascination she had for the exquisite creature in front of her. She looked behind her as well. The servant was turned away and Ana decided to act on the impulse from before her indulgence.
"Servant, return to the Sheifa household. Wash my things discretely and return them to me when you're due to return tomorrow. You're dismissed," she clarified, her voice low but carrying across the room.
"And you... Now that we're all dressed up, we really should get going, shouldn't we? Not that... I'm in any particular... rush. Have more, if you'd like. There's plenty to go around."
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Anastasia was so careful.
She averted her gaze in public, even when Egyptian custom had so many women revealing so much more flesh than she was ever accustomed to seeing publicly. While Anastasia was confident in her abilities to flee from authority should she be revealed... the idea of it was abhorrent. Already, she'd been forced to flee two kingdoms for one reason or another, and the fact that after nearly a year in Egypt, she'd found a true reason to stay... She needed to be vigilant, she needed to limit her desires and yet... her heart raced with every moment spent with Chione. Not since Euterpe of Midas had she felt such heady desire, born not from similarity or empathy for another person, but visceral, chemical lust that threatened to undo her completely.
Does Chione feel it, too? Could she?
The thought echoed through her mind, a desperate desire that nothing but satisfaction of that curiosity could bring to her. If Chione rejected her... then...
What would I do?
Could she blame the drugs? If that was her plan, to take the plunge and use intoxication as her shield... then she needed to get high. Perhaps, it'd ease the nerves. It might even cause her to forget this need and the plan is undone... She hoped, desperately, that some sort of reprieve could be found as she emerged from her room to slide onto the kline next to Chione. She found the easy grin catching upon her lips, listening to the haughtiness that wrought from Chione's lips. It was amusing, how she could dance between the encouragement of just moments before to the dual-sided compliment that seemed so utterly disingenuous. Or, at least, Ana hoped it was. She wanted Chione to be disguising feelings, too.
Even if those feelings were believed to be dark and evil in this land. Here, in this sanctuary of hers, where she could send the only witness away to take something inconsequential to the Sheifa manor and leave the both of them utterly alone... She hungered for isolation and yet...
She put it away. She found the chuckle escape her lips as she purr moved from the Egyptian's. She took the heated pipe in a ginger grasp and raised it to her lips. Those blue eyes met Ana's as the inhale pulled the bluish smoke into her lungs. As her head titled back and her throat was bared to Anastasia, it was one of the most difficult moments in her life to not lean forward and place her lips on the flesh. It was disturbing, how easily, with so little words spoken between them that Chione could so thoroughly capture her attentions.
Was Ana simply a whore, craving these illicit attentions? Or was the recent satisfaction at Hena's hand only plunging further want within her? Anastasia could read into it for hours, or even days, the anxiety gripping at the edges of her mind as the smoke poured from Chione's nostrils and mouth. The Egyptian seemed far more relaxed, and Ana envied her so terribly for the ability to simply... unwind. Once the pipe was held out for Ana, she took it gratefully, nodding in agreement as he replenished the opium and placed it over the heat for a short moment. Once the opium properly vaporized in the bowl, Ana brought the pipe to her lips and let the haze pour into her lungs.
Pleasure replaced panic. The world vibrated, a soothing pulse that melted away her anxieties as she raised the pipe again to her lips. She took a second draw, clearing out the bowl before packing it anew and placing it on the heated surface that sought to melt the opium once more. She felt an easy smile cast upon her lips, the expression given over to Chione as the Greek turned in her seat. She twisted her body so that she faced the Egyptian at all times, low giggles pulled from her throat as she rested her head on the kline's rest, her hazel gaze set inexorably upon Chione.
In the midst of her high, there was little she could do to hide the fascination she had for the exquisite creature in front of her. She looked behind her as well. The servant was turned away and Ana decided to act on the impulse from before her indulgence.
"Servant, return to the Sheifa household. Wash my things discretely and return them to me when you're due to return tomorrow. You're dismissed," she clarified, her voice low but carrying across the room.
"And you... Now that we're all dressed up, we really should get going, shouldn't we? Not that... I'm in any particular... rush. Have more, if you'd like. There's plenty to go around."
Anastasia was so careful.
She averted her gaze in public, even when Egyptian custom had so many women revealing so much more flesh than she was ever accustomed to seeing publicly. While Anastasia was confident in her abilities to flee from authority should she be revealed... the idea of it was abhorrent. Already, she'd been forced to flee two kingdoms for one reason or another, and the fact that after nearly a year in Egypt, she'd found a true reason to stay... She needed to be vigilant, she needed to limit her desires and yet... her heart raced with every moment spent with Chione. Not since Euterpe of Midas had she felt such heady desire, born not from similarity or empathy for another person, but visceral, chemical lust that threatened to undo her completely.
Does Chione feel it, too? Could she?
The thought echoed through her mind, a desperate desire that nothing but satisfaction of that curiosity could bring to her. If Chione rejected her... then...
What would I do?
Could she blame the drugs? If that was her plan, to take the plunge and use intoxication as her shield... then she needed to get high. Perhaps, it'd ease the nerves. It might even cause her to forget this need and the plan is undone... She hoped, desperately, that some sort of reprieve could be found as she emerged from her room to slide onto the kline next to Chione. She found the easy grin catching upon her lips, listening to the haughtiness that wrought from Chione's lips. It was amusing, how she could dance between the encouragement of just moments before to the dual-sided compliment that seemed so utterly disingenuous. Or, at least, Ana hoped it was. She wanted Chione to be disguising feelings, too.
Even if those feelings were believed to be dark and evil in this land. Here, in this sanctuary of hers, where she could send the only witness away to take something inconsequential to the Sheifa manor and leave the both of them utterly alone... She hungered for isolation and yet...
She put it away. She found the chuckle escape her lips as she purr moved from the Egyptian's. She took the heated pipe in a ginger grasp and raised it to her lips. Those blue eyes met Ana's as the inhale pulled the bluish smoke into her lungs. As her head titled back and her throat was bared to Anastasia, it was one of the most difficult moments in her life to not lean forward and place her lips on the flesh. It was disturbing, how easily, with so little words spoken between them that Chione could so thoroughly capture her attentions.
Was Ana simply a whore, craving these illicit attentions? Or was the recent satisfaction at Hena's hand only plunging further want within her? Anastasia could read into it for hours, or even days, the anxiety gripping at the edges of her mind as the smoke poured from Chione's nostrils and mouth. The Egyptian seemed far more relaxed, and Ana envied her so terribly for the ability to simply... unwind. Once the pipe was held out for Ana, she took it gratefully, nodding in agreement as he replenished the opium and placed it over the heat for a short moment. Once the opium properly vaporized in the bowl, Ana brought the pipe to her lips and let the haze pour into her lungs.
Pleasure replaced panic. The world vibrated, a soothing pulse that melted away her anxieties as she raised the pipe again to her lips. She took a second draw, clearing out the bowl before packing it anew and placing it on the heated surface that sought to melt the opium once more. She felt an easy smile cast upon her lips, the expression given over to Chione as the Greek turned in her seat. She twisted her body so that she faced the Egyptian at all times, low giggles pulled from her throat as she rested her head on the kline's rest, her hazel gaze set inexorably upon Chione.
In the midst of her high, there was little she could do to hide the fascination she had for the exquisite creature in front of her. She looked behind her as well. The servant was turned away and Ana decided to act on the impulse from before her indulgence.
"Servant, return to the Sheifa household. Wash my things discretely and return them to me when you're due to return tomorrow. You're dismissed," she clarified, her voice low but carrying across the room.
"And you... Now that we're all dressed up, we really should get going, shouldn't we? Not that... I'm in any particular... rush. Have more, if you'd like. There's plenty to go around."
Chione wanted to tell her that she was stunning, like a star fallen to the sands. Surely such beauty had to be nearly divine. But it was more than that which tempted her so deeply. She’d resisted beautiful women before, though she had never seen a woman quite like Anastasia. It was something in the way she moved, how she carried herself. The way her eyes seemed lit from within as she looked at Chione, yet turned shy after a moment or two. It was intoxicating, drawing her in.
Making her wonder what secrets she held within.
It was so hard not to imagine what her soft hands would feel like on Chione’s skin, what those lush lips would taste like. Chione lived and breathed lust. It was her way of life. Yet... this was something new to her all the same. It was raw in a way she had never known before.
Clearly complimenting her beauty would be like opening the floodgates to these thoughts she shouldn’t be having. So she held back, instead offering something with a dual edge. It was safer in a way. It kept distance between them. Kept her from being too honest. Too close.
It was a relief then when she inhaled the blue smoke and felt its influence move through her. She would think about this woman for days to come, torturing herself with impossible ideas. But this... this would make tonight bearable. She could get through this, keep herself reined in. Any flirting, well, that was just how Chione was, even Akhenaten would attest to that. And if she was high... well, that only made it all the more understandable.
Yet the smoke did nothing to curb the way her stomach seemed to flip within her as her eyes settled on the Greek woman once more. Her lips parted slightly as she handed over the pipe, an intensity in their gaze that was no longer restrained by fear. She said nothing, merely watching as the other woman prepared the pipe for herself, watching as her body reacted to the smoke she inhaled, loosening and relaxing as well. How much Chione wanted to find herself entangled in those gloriously pale limbs.
She flushed slightly at that thought, though she didn’t try to banish the image that followed. No, Anastasia was distracted by her own draw - she wouldn’t notice that the haze of Chione’s eyes was lust rather than inebriation. The way her body twisted with such ease, the way she seemed to always face her guest... it fueled that tiny ember of hope deep within Chione. It was ridiculous, of course. No chance she was thinking the same illicit thoughts that flowed through Chione so freely now. She had a lover, had already been satisfied. She wasn’t the one sitting here filled with heat and need.
Gods, the longer her gaze stayed fixed on Chione, the more the woman found herself all but squirming beneath it. If just a look could have her so on edge, what would her hands, her lips, be capable of making her feel? The Egyptian woman’s eyes widened slightly as the other dismissed her servants for the evening. Was it possible? Could she be holding back due to the extra eyes in the room?
No, she dare not hope.
That hope seemed to fade as she mentioned going out. Chione had already nearly forgotten that was the goal. “Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right,” she mused, the words falling from her lips as her mind tried to make sense of them. This was everything she had wanted, had needed. An escape to find someone whose body she could use for relief from this terrible temptation. And yet...
“The night is young,” she murmured softly, a small shrug. “As you say, there is no rush. Might as well... indulge a little longer.” She shifted to lean forward, as close to Anastasia as she dared, masked by her intent to take the pipe from her. “Seems unfair to let you have more fun than me, don’t you think,” she whispered, eyes heavy as she looked down at the woman, plucking the pipe from her hand. As she turned to prep the bowl once more, the swell of her breast brushed against the Greek woman’s arm, and she had to bite her lip to hold back a moan at the unexpected touch.
Her breath caught in her throat as she froze, fighting to maintain some level of composure. To resist the urge to turn back to the woman and press her body more firmly against her. She swallowed hard, fighting against her instinct to react, trying to focus on preparing the bowl for a draw, hoping the opium would calm the shaking of her hands.
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Chione wanted to tell her that she was stunning, like a star fallen to the sands. Surely such beauty had to be nearly divine. But it was more than that which tempted her so deeply. She’d resisted beautiful women before, though she had never seen a woman quite like Anastasia. It was something in the way she moved, how she carried herself. The way her eyes seemed lit from within as she looked at Chione, yet turned shy after a moment or two. It was intoxicating, drawing her in.
Making her wonder what secrets she held within.
It was so hard not to imagine what her soft hands would feel like on Chione’s skin, what those lush lips would taste like. Chione lived and breathed lust. It was her way of life. Yet... this was something new to her all the same. It was raw in a way she had never known before.
Clearly complimenting her beauty would be like opening the floodgates to these thoughts she shouldn’t be having. So she held back, instead offering something with a dual edge. It was safer in a way. It kept distance between them. Kept her from being too honest. Too close.
It was a relief then when she inhaled the blue smoke and felt its influence move through her. She would think about this woman for days to come, torturing herself with impossible ideas. But this... this would make tonight bearable. She could get through this, keep herself reined in. Any flirting, well, that was just how Chione was, even Akhenaten would attest to that. And if she was high... well, that only made it all the more understandable.
Yet the smoke did nothing to curb the way her stomach seemed to flip within her as her eyes settled on the Greek woman once more. Her lips parted slightly as she handed over the pipe, an intensity in their gaze that was no longer restrained by fear. She said nothing, merely watching as the other woman prepared the pipe for herself, watching as her body reacted to the smoke she inhaled, loosening and relaxing as well. How much Chione wanted to find herself entangled in those gloriously pale limbs.
She flushed slightly at that thought, though she didn’t try to banish the image that followed. No, Anastasia was distracted by her own draw - she wouldn’t notice that the haze of Chione’s eyes was lust rather than inebriation. The way her body twisted with such ease, the way she seemed to always face her guest... it fueled that tiny ember of hope deep within Chione. It was ridiculous, of course. No chance she was thinking the same illicit thoughts that flowed through Chione so freely now. She had a lover, had already been satisfied. She wasn’t the one sitting here filled with heat and need.
Gods, the longer her gaze stayed fixed on Chione, the more the woman found herself all but squirming beneath it. If just a look could have her so on edge, what would her hands, her lips, be capable of making her feel? The Egyptian woman’s eyes widened slightly as the other dismissed her servants for the evening. Was it possible? Could she be holding back due to the extra eyes in the room?
No, she dare not hope.
That hope seemed to fade as she mentioned going out. Chione had already nearly forgotten that was the goal. “Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right,” she mused, the words falling from her lips as her mind tried to make sense of them. This was everything she had wanted, had needed. An escape to find someone whose body she could use for relief from this terrible temptation. And yet...
“The night is young,” she murmured softly, a small shrug. “As you say, there is no rush. Might as well... indulge a little longer.” She shifted to lean forward, as close to Anastasia as she dared, masked by her intent to take the pipe from her. “Seems unfair to let you have more fun than me, don’t you think,” she whispered, eyes heavy as she looked down at the woman, plucking the pipe from her hand. As she turned to prep the bowl once more, the swell of her breast brushed against the Greek woman’s arm, and she had to bite her lip to hold back a moan at the unexpected touch.
Her breath caught in her throat as she froze, fighting to maintain some level of composure. To resist the urge to turn back to the woman and press her body more firmly against her. She swallowed hard, fighting against her instinct to react, trying to focus on preparing the bowl for a draw, hoping the opium would calm the shaking of her hands.
Chione wanted to tell her that she was stunning, like a star fallen to the sands. Surely such beauty had to be nearly divine. But it was more than that which tempted her so deeply. She’d resisted beautiful women before, though she had never seen a woman quite like Anastasia. It was something in the way she moved, how she carried herself. The way her eyes seemed lit from within as she looked at Chione, yet turned shy after a moment or two. It was intoxicating, drawing her in.
Making her wonder what secrets she held within.
It was so hard not to imagine what her soft hands would feel like on Chione’s skin, what those lush lips would taste like. Chione lived and breathed lust. It was her way of life. Yet... this was something new to her all the same. It was raw in a way she had never known before.
Clearly complimenting her beauty would be like opening the floodgates to these thoughts she shouldn’t be having. So she held back, instead offering something with a dual edge. It was safer in a way. It kept distance between them. Kept her from being too honest. Too close.
It was a relief then when she inhaled the blue smoke and felt its influence move through her. She would think about this woman for days to come, torturing herself with impossible ideas. But this... this would make tonight bearable. She could get through this, keep herself reined in. Any flirting, well, that was just how Chione was, even Akhenaten would attest to that. And if she was high... well, that only made it all the more understandable.
Yet the smoke did nothing to curb the way her stomach seemed to flip within her as her eyes settled on the Greek woman once more. Her lips parted slightly as she handed over the pipe, an intensity in their gaze that was no longer restrained by fear. She said nothing, merely watching as the other woman prepared the pipe for herself, watching as her body reacted to the smoke she inhaled, loosening and relaxing as well. How much Chione wanted to find herself entangled in those gloriously pale limbs.
She flushed slightly at that thought, though she didn’t try to banish the image that followed. No, Anastasia was distracted by her own draw - she wouldn’t notice that the haze of Chione’s eyes was lust rather than inebriation. The way her body twisted with such ease, the way she seemed to always face her guest... it fueled that tiny ember of hope deep within Chione. It was ridiculous, of course. No chance she was thinking the same illicit thoughts that flowed through Chione so freely now. She had a lover, had already been satisfied. She wasn’t the one sitting here filled with heat and need.
Gods, the longer her gaze stayed fixed on Chione, the more the woman found herself all but squirming beneath it. If just a look could have her so on edge, what would her hands, her lips, be capable of making her feel? The Egyptian woman’s eyes widened slightly as the other dismissed her servants for the evening. Was it possible? Could she be holding back due to the extra eyes in the room?
No, she dare not hope.
That hope seemed to fade as she mentioned going out. Chione had already nearly forgotten that was the goal. “Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right,” she mused, the words falling from her lips as her mind tried to make sense of them. This was everything she had wanted, had needed. An escape to find someone whose body she could use for relief from this terrible temptation. And yet...
“The night is young,” she murmured softly, a small shrug. “As you say, there is no rush. Might as well... indulge a little longer.” She shifted to lean forward, as close to Anastasia as she dared, masked by her intent to take the pipe from her. “Seems unfair to let you have more fun than me, don’t you think,” she whispered, eyes heavy as she looked down at the woman, plucking the pipe from her hand. As she turned to prep the bowl once more, the swell of her breast brushed against the Greek woman’s arm, and she had to bite her lip to hold back a moan at the unexpected touch.
Her breath caught in her throat as she froze, fighting to maintain some level of composure. To resist the urge to turn back to the woman and press her body more firmly against her. She swallowed hard, fighting against her instinct to react, trying to focus on preparing the bowl for a draw, hoping the opium would calm the shaking of her hands.
Anastasia couldn't wrench her gaze from Chione if she tried. Once the servant was dismissed and there was nothing but Chione to witness the 'dark and impure' sort of gaze fixed on her... Perhaps isolation and intoxication served to make Anastasia more daring. It was difficult, for her to resist her nature. When Akhenaten asked her to abstain her gaze away from men... she was able to comply. The musculature and contours of the male body were an admirable thing, certainly. Anastasia could spend hours exploring Hena's, finding her lips along the expanse of his flesh, but there was no compare between other men and even the most mundane of attractive women. She was drawn to the curves of the female form, the lilt of a soft voice pouring delicious moans into the Greek woman's ear...
She reveled in the simple pleasures that Euterpe of Midas had once taught her were both natural and so very beautiful to behold... and ever since, she felt that the world wasn't so complicated in the embrace of a woman. She'd indulged for years in Greece, finding herself playthings among the common folk and even nobility who did their utmost to hide such desires. Anastasia the siren, the temptress from the depths who could capture men and women alike with her vile song. Now, lost in the sands of Egypt, no longer was she a siren. A fallen star, crashing to the surface of the earth and into the embrace of an exquisite man. Her gaze shifted ever so slightly, catching the painting her lover had gifted her with in the periphery of her vision before it returned, bound to the form that was Chione.
She'd hoped that the opium could push away the want that flooded her senses, from the heat that permeated from their shared presence on the kline to the scent of the perfume that wafted from Chione's body. Then, when she spoke again, the timbre of her voice, which seemed to waver with a feeling that Anastasia was all-too-familiar with. The answer she gave was telling, giving the Greek the first true sign that she wanted something from Ana. Then, her words, overflowing with dual meanings that only seemed further confused with the fact that she drew closer. She took the pipe from Ana's hand, preparing the bowl but... she was too close. There was no stopping her scarcely covered breast from brushing against Anastasia's arm and the fallen star would never miss the way she bit her lip. But, she let it slide for the moment.
"But, of course. We should both have all the fun, dear guest. Take, take. I wouldn't dream of refusing your indulgence."
Yes... she thought, reveling in every moment of this. The servant was long gone, the door closed behind her but not yet secured. It was decided, then and there, that these two could not and would not leave until Anastasia at last had her answer to this burning question. The blood in her veins was aflame, her heart pounding, struggling against the soothing effects of the opium and the burgeoning want that only seemed to wax with every minute sign of encouragement. Anastasia allowed Chione the dignity of consuming the opium without being pressed by the Greek's gaze. Instead, Ana turned away and moved towards the door.
She shifted the tumblers and set the bar that locked the outside world away from them. When she turned back around, her expression was unreadable. She felt her lips curve into a smile when she returned to Chione's side, sidling up the the woman just as they'd been just moments before. Once she'd had her fill of the opium and the pipe was devoid of more, she took the apparatus from Chione's hand and entwined her fingers in the woman's own. Her palm met with Chione's as the distance between them faded altogether. Warm bodies were pressed into one another as she shifted her weight and brought her lips just a hair's breadth from Chione's jaw. her breath kissed the Egyptian's flesh as silken words sifted into her ear,
"You're an exquisite creature, Lady Chione."
Obvious words, but spoken in low and sultry tones. Gone was the inhibition, a brazenness left by the concoction that was the drugs that was sent coursing through her brain and the utter isolation that she'd secured. If Chione didn't push her away, then their exquisite attire would be assembled for naught. And yet... she wanted it so fucking badly... to test the boundaries of Chione H'Isazari and see if her suspicions about her were correct. That stare, after all, had to mean something.
The Greek pulled back just enough, raising a hand to brush her lithe fingertips along the jawline her lips had just teased moments before. Fingers sifted next into her hair, pulling her forward until lips were just centimetres apart.
However, Anastasia would not steal a kiss from the noblewoman. Her unspoken question needed to be addressed, and it was Chione's inquiry to answer...
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Anastasia couldn't wrench her gaze from Chione if she tried. Once the servant was dismissed and there was nothing but Chione to witness the 'dark and impure' sort of gaze fixed on her... Perhaps isolation and intoxication served to make Anastasia more daring. It was difficult, for her to resist her nature. When Akhenaten asked her to abstain her gaze away from men... she was able to comply. The musculature and contours of the male body were an admirable thing, certainly. Anastasia could spend hours exploring Hena's, finding her lips along the expanse of his flesh, but there was no compare between other men and even the most mundane of attractive women. She was drawn to the curves of the female form, the lilt of a soft voice pouring delicious moans into the Greek woman's ear...
She reveled in the simple pleasures that Euterpe of Midas had once taught her were both natural and so very beautiful to behold... and ever since, she felt that the world wasn't so complicated in the embrace of a woman. She'd indulged for years in Greece, finding herself playthings among the common folk and even nobility who did their utmost to hide such desires. Anastasia the siren, the temptress from the depths who could capture men and women alike with her vile song. Now, lost in the sands of Egypt, no longer was she a siren. A fallen star, crashing to the surface of the earth and into the embrace of an exquisite man. Her gaze shifted ever so slightly, catching the painting her lover had gifted her with in the periphery of her vision before it returned, bound to the form that was Chione.
She'd hoped that the opium could push away the want that flooded her senses, from the heat that permeated from their shared presence on the kline to the scent of the perfume that wafted from Chione's body. Then, when she spoke again, the timbre of her voice, which seemed to waver with a feeling that Anastasia was all-too-familiar with. The answer she gave was telling, giving the Greek the first true sign that she wanted something from Ana. Then, her words, overflowing with dual meanings that only seemed further confused with the fact that she drew closer. She took the pipe from Ana's hand, preparing the bowl but... she was too close. There was no stopping her scarcely covered breast from brushing against Anastasia's arm and the fallen star would never miss the way she bit her lip. But, she let it slide for the moment.
"But, of course. We should both have all the fun, dear guest. Take, take. I wouldn't dream of refusing your indulgence."
Yes... she thought, reveling in every moment of this. The servant was long gone, the door closed behind her but not yet secured. It was decided, then and there, that these two could not and would not leave until Anastasia at last had her answer to this burning question. The blood in her veins was aflame, her heart pounding, struggling against the soothing effects of the opium and the burgeoning want that only seemed to wax with every minute sign of encouragement. Anastasia allowed Chione the dignity of consuming the opium without being pressed by the Greek's gaze. Instead, Ana turned away and moved towards the door.
She shifted the tumblers and set the bar that locked the outside world away from them. When she turned back around, her expression was unreadable. She felt her lips curve into a smile when she returned to Chione's side, sidling up the the woman just as they'd been just moments before. Once she'd had her fill of the opium and the pipe was devoid of more, she took the apparatus from Chione's hand and entwined her fingers in the woman's own. Her palm met with Chione's as the distance between them faded altogether. Warm bodies were pressed into one another as she shifted her weight and brought her lips just a hair's breadth from Chione's jaw. her breath kissed the Egyptian's flesh as silken words sifted into her ear,
"You're an exquisite creature, Lady Chione."
Obvious words, but spoken in low and sultry tones. Gone was the inhibition, a brazenness left by the concoction that was the drugs that was sent coursing through her brain and the utter isolation that she'd secured. If Chione didn't push her away, then their exquisite attire would be assembled for naught. And yet... she wanted it so fucking badly... to test the boundaries of Chione H'Isazari and see if her suspicions about her were correct. That stare, after all, had to mean something.
The Greek pulled back just enough, raising a hand to brush her lithe fingertips along the jawline her lips had just teased moments before. Fingers sifted next into her hair, pulling her forward until lips were just centimetres apart.
However, Anastasia would not steal a kiss from the noblewoman. Her unspoken question needed to be addressed, and it was Chione's inquiry to answer...
Anastasia couldn't wrench her gaze from Chione if she tried. Once the servant was dismissed and there was nothing but Chione to witness the 'dark and impure' sort of gaze fixed on her... Perhaps isolation and intoxication served to make Anastasia more daring. It was difficult, for her to resist her nature. When Akhenaten asked her to abstain her gaze away from men... she was able to comply. The musculature and contours of the male body were an admirable thing, certainly. Anastasia could spend hours exploring Hena's, finding her lips along the expanse of his flesh, but there was no compare between other men and even the most mundane of attractive women. She was drawn to the curves of the female form, the lilt of a soft voice pouring delicious moans into the Greek woman's ear...
She reveled in the simple pleasures that Euterpe of Midas had once taught her were both natural and so very beautiful to behold... and ever since, she felt that the world wasn't so complicated in the embrace of a woman. She'd indulged for years in Greece, finding herself playthings among the common folk and even nobility who did their utmost to hide such desires. Anastasia the siren, the temptress from the depths who could capture men and women alike with her vile song. Now, lost in the sands of Egypt, no longer was she a siren. A fallen star, crashing to the surface of the earth and into the embrace of an exquisite man. Her gaze shifted ever so slightly, catching the painting her lover had gifted her with in the periphery of her vision before it returned, bound to the form that was Chione.
She'd hoped that the opium could push away the want that flooded her senses, from the heat that permeated from their shared presence on the kline to the scent of the perfume that wafted from Chione's body. Then, when she spoke again, the timbre of her voice, which seemed to waver with a feeling that Anastasia was all-too-familiar with. The answer she gave was telling, giving the Greek the first true sign that she wanted something from Ana. Then, her words, overflowing with dual meanings that only seemed further confused with the fact that she drew closer. She took the pipe from Ana's hand, preparing the bowl but... she was too close. There was no stopping her scarcely covered breast from brushing against Anastasia's arm and the fallen star would never miss the way she bit her lip. But, she let it slide for the moment.
"But, of course. We should both have all the fun, dear guest. Take, take. I wouldn't dream of refusing your indulgence."
Yes... she thought, reveling in every moment of this. The servant was long gone, the door closed behind her but not yet secured. It was decided, then and there, that these two could not and would not leave until Anastasia at last had her answer to this burning question. The blood in her veins was aflame, her heart pounding, struggling against the soothing effects of the opium and the burgeoning want that only seemed to wax with every minute sign of encouragement. Anastasia allowed Chione the dignity of consuming the opium without being pressed by the Greek's gaze. Instead, Ana turned away and moved towards the door.
She shifted the tumblers and set the bar that locked the outside world away from them. When she turned back around, her expression was unreadable. She felt her lips curve into a smile when she returned to Chione's side, sidling up the the woman just as they'd been just moments before. Once she'd had her fill of the opium and the pipe was devoid of more, she took the apparatus from Chione's hand and entwined her fingers in the woman's own. Her palm met with Chione's as the distance between them faded altogether. Warm bodies were pressed into one another as she shifted her weight and brought her lips just a hair's breadth from Chione's jaw. her breath kissed the Egyptian's flesh as silken words sifted into her ear,
"You're an exquisite creature, Lady Chione."
Obvious words, but spoken in low and sultry tones. Gone was the inhibition, a brazenness left by the concoction that was the drugs that was sent coursing through her brain and the utter isolation that she'd secured. If Chione didn't push her away, then their exquisite attire would be assembled for naught. And yet... she wanted it so fucking badly... to test the boundaries of Chione H'Isazari and see if her suspicions about her were correct. That stare, after all, had to mean something.
The Greek pulled back just enough, raising a hand to brush her lithe fingertips along the jawline her lips had just teased moments before. Fingers sifted next into her hair, pulling her forward until lips were just centimetres apart.
However, Anastasia would not steal a kiss from the noblewoman. Her unspoken question needed to be addressed, and it was Chione's inquiry to answer...
Her imaginination was running away with her. That was the only explanation. Yet as the servants left, Chione couldn’t shake the thought that Anastasia was looking at her the way a man traveling across the sands looked at water. As though she wanted to drink her up and she’d die without relief. Bah. Such wishful thoughts had no place here.
It seemed the opium was only serving the enhance the heat that was growing within her.
When she felt the other woman’s arm graze her almost entirely exposed breast, Chione feared that would be her undoing. Gods, she was all but panting in heat for her. She bit her lip, trying to hold it all in, trying to tense her body beyond a visible reaction. She could already feel herself growing slick with want though from such a simple touch. It was unlike anything she could have imagined. She was used to be the seductress, not the seduced. Yet here she was reacting to an accidental touch with all the desperation of whore.
She could only pray Anastasia was too high from her own draws of opium to have noticed her reaction.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem to react. Yet... something about her words resonated with Chione. She knew all too well the power of innuendo - she harnessed it for her own pleasure constantly. Was she reading too much into the Greek’s agreement? She could puzzle this woman out for a fortnight and still feel just as confused and aroused by all the mystery she represented.
Her relief only grew as Anastasia rose, stepping away from the kline they were sharing and giving Chione space. It did little to cool down the fire that had begun within her, but it cleared her head enough to prepare the pipe. A deep draw. She closed her eyes to relish the burn of the smoke in her chest before slowly exhaling. She could handle this. It was a simple mistake, she had recovered, all was well. She’d just finish this pipe and insist on going out. A simple solution. Another puff at the pipe released the panic that had built up within her.
Yes, there was nothing to fear.
Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the other woman take the empty pipe from her grasp, looking up at her through dark lashes. She wore that same easy smile, as though she had not a care in the world. How Chione longed for that. What it must be like to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without feeling death lurking over one’s shoulder. Anastasia clearly didn’t have the burden of such worries. Why would she? She was the mistress of a wealthy lord, the heir to his hei. She had no reason to worry at all.
But those thoughts vanished as she realized that Anastasia’s hand had not left her own, instead, their fingers intertwining together. She had responded to the touch without even noticing somehow! But it was fine. Friends held hands all the time. They had shared a pipe, surely they qualified as friends now. Yet she felt her throat go dry all the same.
Still she moved closer.
Her lips parted in the softest of sighs as she felt the other woman’s body press to hers. It felt better than she ever might have imagined. She was used to the firmness and weight of a man’s body over her. This... all soft curves and delicate pressure... it was exquisite in its contrast. It took every drop of willpower she had not to pull the other woman tighter against her, to instead remain entirely still. She didn’t understand what game the other was playing, but her heart was racing somewhere between the thrill of desire and the panic of impending doom.
She caught her lip between her teeth once more, swallowing a moan before it could rise as the other woman whispered a compliment in her ear - the heat of her breath reminding the Egyptian that her lips were only a whisper away from her jaw. She didn’t dare react - not to push her away, nor to draw her near. She wanted this so badly to be real, but feared it was nothing more than some sort of twisted trap.
The feel of her fingertips brushing gently against her skin before threading through her loose waves... Chione wanted nothing more than to surrender to her touch. Her eyes had begun to drift shut, rolling back into her head, when she felt the other woman’s grip tighten, pulling her near. Yet she stopped, just shy of their lips meeting. Gods, what should she do?
No, that answer was obvious. The only right reaction was to reject her, recoil or shove her away. But she wanted this. More badly than she had perhaps wanted anything. Was it just that it was forbidden? That she had felt even more lonely than usual as of late? Or was it just the magnetic energy of this Greek temptress before her? It was a delicate balance, but if the other woman was even a fraction as interested in this as Chione was... how could she ever refuse? Even knowing the risk, how could she deny herself?
So she did the only thing she could think of. A question within an answer.
She lifted her chin slightly, stubbornly, as her eyes met the other woman’s once more. This small action was just enough that when her lips parted in a whispered reply, they’d brush against Anastasia’s lips with a featherlight touch. “As are you, Anastasia.” As she spoke, her free hand softly stroked the Greek’s arm. She watched her carefully for any reaction, any sign that this was safe and mutual. “But are you brave enough to take what you want?”
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Her imaginination was running away with her. That was the only explanation. Yet as the servants left, Chione couldn’t shake the thought that Anastasia was looking at her the way a man traveling across the sands looked at water. As though she wanted to drink her up and she’d die without relief. Bah. Such wishful thoughts had no place here.
It seemed the opium was only serving the enhance the heat that was growing within her.
When she felt the other woman’s arm graze her almost entirely exposed breast, Chione feared that would be her undoing. Gods, she was all but panting in heat for her. She bit her lip, trying to hold it all in, trying to tense her body beyond a visible reaction. She could already feel herself growing slick with want though from such a simple touch. It was unlike anything she could have imagined. She was used to be the seductress, not the seduced. Yet here she was reacting to an accidental touch with all the desperation of whore.
She could only pray Anastasia was too high from her own draws of opium to have noticed her reaction.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem to react. Yet... something about her words resonated with Chione. She knew all too well the power of innuendo - she harnessed it for her own pleasure constantly. Was she reading too much into the Greek’s agreement? She could puzzle this woman out for a fortnight and still feel just as confused and aroused by all the mystery she represented.
Her relief only grew as Anastasia rose, stepping away from the kline they were sharing and giving Chione space. It did little to cool down the fire that had begun within her, but it cleared her head enough to prepare the pipe. A deep draw. She closed her eyes to relish the burn of the smoke in her chest before slowly exhaling. She could handle this. It was a simple mistake, she had recovered, all was well. She’d just finish this pipe and insist on going out. A simple solution. Another puff at the pipe released the panic that had built up within her.
Yes, there was nothing to fear.
Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the other woman take the empty pipe from her grasp, looking up at her through dark lashes. She wore that same easy smile, as though she had not a care in the world. How Chione longed for that. What it must be like to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without feeling death lurking over one’s shoulder. Anastasia clearly didn’t have the burden of such worries. Why would she? She was the mistress of a wealthy lord, the heir to his hei. She had no reason to worry at all.
But those thoughts vanished as she realized that Anastasia’s hand had not left her own, instead, their fingers intertwining together. She had responded to the touch without even noticing somehow! But it was fine. Friends held hands all the time. They had shared a pipe, surely they qualified as friends now. Yet she felt her throat go dry all the same.
Still she moved closer.
Her lips parted in the softest of sighs as she felt the other woman’s body press to hers. It felt better than she ever might have imagined. She was used to the firmness and weight of a man’s body over her. This... all soft curves and delicate pressure... it was exquisite in its contrast. It took every drop of willpower she had not to pull the other woman tighter against her, to instead remain entirely still. She didn’t understand what game the other was playing, but her heart was racing somewhere between the thrill of desire and the panic of impending doom.
She caught her lip between her teeth once more, swallowing a moan before it could rise as the other woman whispered a compliment in her ear - the heat of her breath reminding the Egyptian that her lips were only a whisper away from her jaw. She didn’t dare react - not to push her away, nor to draw her near. She wanted this so badly to be real, but feared it was nothing more than some sort of twisted trap.
The feel of her fingertips brushing gently against her skin before threading through her loose waves... Chione wanted nothing more than to surrender to her touch. Her eyes had begun to drift shut, rolling back into her head, when she felt the other woman’s grip tighten, pulling her near. Yet she stopped, just shy of their lips meeting. Gods, what should she do?
No, that answer was obvious. The only right reaction was to reject her, recoil or shove her away. But she wanted this. More badly than she had perhaps wanted anything. Was it just that it was forbidden? That she had felt even more lonely than usual as of late? Or was it just the magnetic energy of this Greek temptress before her? It was a delicate balance, but if the other woman was even a fraction as interested in this as Chione was... how could she ever refuse? Even knowing the risk, how could she deny herself?
So she did the only thing she could think of. A question within an answer.
She lifted her chin slightly, stubbornly, as her eyes met the other woman’s once more. This small action was just enough that when her lips parted in a whispered reply, they’d brush against Anastasia’s lips with a featherlight touch. “As are you, Anastasia.” As she spoke, her free hand softly stroked the Greek’s arm. She watched her carefully for any reaction, any sign that this was safe and mutual. “But are you brave enough to take what you want?”
Her imaginination was running away with her. That was the only explanation. Yet as the servants left, Chione couldn’t shake the thought that Anastasia was looking at her the way a man traveling across the sands looked at water. As though she wanted to drink her up and she’d die without relief. Bah. Such wishful thoughts had no place here.
It seemed the opium was only serving the enhance the heat that was growing within her.
When she felt the other woman’s arm graze her almost entirely exposed breast, Chione feared that would be her undoing. Gods, she was all but panting in heat for her. She bit her lip, trying to hold it all in, trying to tense her body beyond a visible reaction. She could already feel herself growing slick with want though from such a simple touch. It was unlike anything she could have imagined. She was used to be the seductress, not the seduced. Yet here she was reacting to an accidental touch with all the desperation of whore.
She could only pray Anastasia was too high from her own draws of opium to have noticed her reaction.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem to react. Yet... something about her words resonated with Chione. She knew all too well the power of innuendo - she harnessed it for her own pleasure constantly. Was she reading too much into the Greek’s agreement? She could puzzle this woman out for a fortnight and still feel just as confused and aroused by all the mystery she represented.
Her relief only grew as Anastasia rose, stepping away from the kline they were sharing and giving Chione space. It did little to cool down the fire that had begun within her, but it cleared her head enough to prepare the pipe. A deep draw. She closed her eyes to relish the burn of the smoke in her chest before slowly exhaling. She could handle this. It was a simple mistake, she had recovered, all was well. She’d just finish this pipe and insist on going out. A simple solution. Another puff at the pipe released the panic that had built up within her.
Yes, there was nothing to fear.
Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the other woman take the empty pipe from her grasp, looking up at her through dark lashes. She wore that same easy smile, as though she had not a care in the world. How Chione longed for that. What it must be like to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without feeling death lurking over one’s shoulder. Anastasia clearly didn’t have the burden of such worries. Why would she? She was the mistress of a wealthy lord, the heir to his hei. She had no reason to worry at all.
But those thoughts vanished as she realized that Anastasia’s hand had not left her own, instead, their fingers intertwining together. She had responded to the touch without even noticing somehow! But it was fine. Friends held hands all the time. They had shared a pipe, surely they qualified as friends now. Yet she felt her throat go dry all the same.
Still she moved closer.
Her lips parted in the softest of sighs as she felt the other woman’s body press to hers. It felt better than she ever might have imagined. She was used to the firmness and weight of a man’s body over her. This... all soft curves and delicate pressure... it was exquisite in its contrast. It took every drop of willpower she had not to pull the other woman tighter against her, to instead remain entirely still. She didn’t understand what game the other was playing, but her heart was racing somewhere between the thrill of desire and the panic of impending doom.
She caught her lip between her teeth once more, swallowing a moan before it could rise as the other woman whispered a compliment in her ear - the heat of her breath reminding the Egyptian that her lips were only a whisper away from her jaw. She didn’t dare react - not to push her away, nor to draw her near. She wanted this so badly to be real, but feared it was nothing more than some sort of twisted trap.
The feel of her fingertips brushing gently against her skin before threading through her loose waves... Chione wanted nothing more than to surrender to her touch. Her eyes had begun to drift shut, rolling back into her head, when she felt the other woman’s grip tighten, pulling her near. Yet she stopped, just shy of their lips meeting. Gods, what should she do?
No, that answer was obvious. The only right reaction was to reject her, recoil or shove her away. But she wanted this. More badly than she had perhaps wanted anything. Was it just that it was forbidden? That she had felt even more lonely than usual as of late? Or was it just the magnetic energy of this Greek temptress before her? It was a delicate balance, but if the other woman was even a fraction as interested in this as Chione was... how could she ever refuse? Even knowing the risk, how could she deny herself?
So she did the only thing she could think of. A question within an answer.
She lifted her chin slightly, stubbornly, as her eyes met the other woman’s once more. This small action was just enough that when her lips parted in a whispered reply, they’d brush against Anastasia’s lips with a featherlight touch. “As are you, Anastasia.” As she spoke, her free hand softly stroked the Greek’s arm. She watched her carefully for any reaction, any sign that this was safe and mutual. “But are you brave enough to take what you want?”
Anastasia knew women like Chione. Seductresses confident in their ability to pull men under their lull, a power that rendered men as clay in their hands to be controlled. In Greece, legends were woven of women like this, drawn in with the fantasy of the ocean and Poseidon. Sirens, they were called, vicious predators who sought to bring ruination to men by summoning them to rocks in the sea and feeding off of their corpses. Whether or not the legends were true, they persisted because of their significance in educating young men about the dangers of such women. It was almost funny to Ana that men believed that such lessons could be learned in such a roundabout way.
But, she told those legends nonetheless, for most took them as the entertainment they were, the lessons sinking into obscurity and bringing rise to the suspicion that such creatures really did exist. And, they did. Chione H'Isazari was certainly such a woman, a hauntingly beautiful visage with thoughts of commitment so far away, pleasure the reward of her pursuits with men. But... it seemed there was another side to her, as well. A side that was captivated by the female form, that craved the proximity to a woman. In Greece, this wasn't an encouraged notion, per say, but neither was it so rebuked. Here, in Egypt, it was stifling. Here, Chione might never learn what it was to be captivated.
Or rather, she wouldn't have. How fate seemed to bring the two of them together, Ana reflected as she became more and more aware of this side of Chione. The doubt withered away as she drew closer, letting herself toy with the woman, threading her digits with Chione's and bringing herself nearer still. They'd shared in opium, they'd shared in proximity, and certainly, a camaraderie of a similar nature between them and like associates might draw them together even if such attraction didn't exist. Anastasia, as she grew bolder, allowed herself to put the pieces of the puzzle together as to how she might legitimize their time together. The thoughts were half-baked at best. She wanted this. Proximity... to pursue the heated desire that blistered through her and threatened to overtake her.
Anastasia allowed herself to become vulnerable, to expose the attraction that lingered within her when she'd done a well enough job disguising it. Unlike Chione, now that the servant was gone, she was all too willing to let the facade down and take the risk. Anastasia could deny her nature outside of the bounds of her home, she could ignore the yearning that settled within her. But now, the tumblers had fallen, the door opened to an indulgence that she had no way of stopping. She felt the quiver between her thighs, the heat that traveled upwards and throughout her body, and even the flush that coursed through her features...
Chione did reciprocate her kiss, but just barely, a brush of the lips against her own and whispered words of compliment. The giggle that poured from Ana's lips was involuntary, as was the tremor that shook from her fingertips to the very core of her body. The sensation of smooth fingertips along her arm served to validate Anastasia's proximity to Chione, to legitimize the flicker of Chione's taste on her lips and the fact that it wasn't some dream or illusion.
"But are you brave enough to take what you want?"
The question wasn't rhetorical, but neither would Anastasia answer it with words. Instead, the Greek fluidly moved one hand, unfurling her fingers from the woman's hair. She trailed her digits along Chione's thigh before those feather-light caresses shot up the length of Chione's spine, settling at the back of her neck to twine her fingers once more in her hair. However, rather than sift the digits fully, she toyed at the strands at Chione's nape, shifting her weight until her breasts pressed against the Egyptian's.
She let a soft moan pour against Chione's lips before she leaned in and claimed what she wanted from the coy Egyptian woman. She sought to part the woman's lips, intent upon claiming her tongue with her own. Another moan vibrated against her as the unused arm moved to settle about Chione's hips. Desire entrenched itself fully within Anastasia until she could no longer deny the sinful, illicit yearning that coursed through her. Once she had her fill, for the moment, of Chione's lips, she pulled back, seizing her lower lip between her teeth in a playful manner before a breathless gasp escaped her lips. Her features flushed darker still, those hazel eyes of her glazed with undisguised desire as she sought to hold the woman's stare.
"Are you brave enough to stay in with me for just a while longer?" she asked, the words low even as the catlike smile wove upon her features.
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Anastasia knew women like Chione. Seductresses confident in their ability to pull men under their lull, a power that rendered men as clay in their hands to be controlled. In Greece, legends were woven of women like this, drawn in with the fantasy of the ocean and Poseidon. Sirens, they were called, vicious predators who sought to bring ruination to men by summoning them to rocks in the sea and feeding off of their corpses. Whether or not the legends were true, they persisted because of their significance in educating young men about the dangers of such women. It was almost funny to Ana that men believed that such lessons could be learned in such a roundabout way.
But, she told those legends nonetheless, for most took them as the entertainment they were, the lessons sinking into obscurity and bringing rise to the suspicion that such creatures really did exist. And, they did. Chione H'Isazari was certainly such a woman, a hauntingly beautiful visage with thoughts of commitment so far away, pleasure the reward of her pursuits with men. But... it seemed there was another side to her, as well. A side that was captivated by the female form, that craved the proximity to a woman. In Greece, this wasn't an encouraged notion, per say, but neither was it so rebuked. Here, in Egypt, it was stifling. Here, Chione might never learn what it was to be captivated.
Or rather, she wouldn't have. How fate seemed to bring the two of them together, Ana reflected as she became more and more aware of this side of Chione. The doubt withered away as she drew closer, letting herself toy with the woman, threading her digits with Chione's and bringing herself nearer still. They'd shared in opium, they'd shared in proximity, and certainly, a camaraderie of a similar nature between them and like associates might draw them together even if such attraction didn't exist. Anastasia, as she grew bolder, allowed herself to put the pieces of the puzzle together as to how she might legitimize their time together. The thoughts were half-baked at best. She wanted this. Proximity... to pursue the heated desire that blistered through her and threatened to overtake her.
Anastasia allowed herself to become vulnerable, to expose the attraction that lingered within her when she'd done a well enough job disguising it. Unlike Chione, now that the servant was gone, she was all too willing to let the facade down and take the risk. Anastasia could deny her nature outside of the bounds of her home, she could ignore the yearning that settled within her. But now, the tumblers had fallen, the door opened to an indulgence that she had no way of stopping. She felt the quiver between her thighs, the heat that traveled upwards and throughout her body, and even the flush that coursed through her features...
Chione did reciprocate her kiss, but just barely, a brush of the lips against her own and whispered words of compliment. The giggle that poured from Ana's lips was involuntary, as was the tremor that shook from her fingertips to the very core of her body. The sensation of smooth fingertips along her arm served to validate Anastasia's proximity to Chione, to legitimize the flicker of Chione's taste on her lips and the fact that it wasn't some dream or illusion.
"But are you brave enough to take what you want?"
The question wasn't rhetorical, but neither would Anastasia answer it with words. Instead, the Greek fluidly moved one hand, unfurling her fingers from the woman's hair. She trailed her digits along Chione's thigh before those feather-light caresses shot up the length of Chione's spine, settling at the back of her neck to twine her fingers once more in her hair. However, rather than sift the digits fully, she toyed at the strands at Chione's nape, shifting her weight until her breasts pressed against the Egyptian's.
She let a soft moan pour against Chione's lips before she leaned in and claimed what she wanted from the coy Egyptian woman. She sought to part the woman's lips, intent upon claiming her tongue with her own. Another moan vibrated against her as the unused arm moved to settle about Chione's hips. Desire entrenched itself fully within Anastasia until she could no longer deny the sinful, illicit yearning that coursed through her. Once she had her fill, for the moment, of Chione's lips, she pulled back, seizing her lower lip between her teeth in a playful manner before a breathless gasp escaped her lips. Her features flushed darker still, those hazel eyes of her glazed with undisguised desire as she sought to hold the woman's stare.
"Are you brave enough to stay in with me for just a while longer?" she asked, the words low even as the catlike smile wove upon her features.
Anastasia knew women like Chione. Seductresses confident in their ability to pull men under their lull, a power that rendered men as clay in their hands to be controlled. In Greece, legends were woven of women like this, drawn in with the fantasy of the ocean and Poseidon. Sirens, they were called, vicious predators who sought to bring ruination to men by summoning them to rocks in the sea and feeding off of their corpses. Whether or not the legends were true, they persisted because of their significance in educating young men about the dangers of such women. It was almost funny to Ana that men believed that such lessons could be learned in such a roundabout way.
But, she told those legends nonetheless, for most took them as the entertainment they were, the lessons sinking into obscurity and bringing rise to the suspicion that such creatures really did exist. And, they did. Chione H'Isazari was certainly such a woman, a hauntingly beautiful visage with thoughts of commitment so far away, pleasure the reward of her pursuits with men. But... it seemed there was another side to her, as well. A side that was captivated by the female form, that craved the proximity to a woman. In Greece, this wasn't an encouraged notion, per say, but neither was it so rebuked. Here, in Egypt, it was stifling. Here, Chione might never learn what it was to be captivated.
Or rather, she wouldn't have. How fate seemed to bring the two of them together, Ana reflected as she became more and more aware of this side of Chione. The doubt withered away as she drew closer, letting herself toy with the woman, threading her digits with Chione's and bringing herself nearer still. They'd shared in opium, they'd shared in proximity, and certainly, a camaraderie of a similar nature between them and like associates might draw them together even if such attraction didn't exist. Anastasia, as she grew bolder, allowed herself to put the pieces of the puzzle together as to how she might legitimize their time together. The thoughts were half-baked at best. She wanted this. Proximity... to pursue the heated desire that blistered through her and threatened to overtake her.
Anastasia allowed herself to become vulnerable, to expose the attraction that lingered within her when she'd done a well enough job disguising it. Unlike Chione, now that the servant was gone, she was all too willing to let the facade down and take the risk. Anastasia could deny her nature outside of the bounds of her home, she could ignore the yearning that settled within her. But now, the tumblers had fallen, the door opened to an indulgence that she had no way of stopping. She felt the quiver between her thighs, the heat that traveled upwards and throughout her body, and even the flush that coursed through her features...
Chione did reciprocate her kiss, but just barely, a brush of the lips against her own and whispered words of compliment. The giggle that poured from Ana's lips was involuntary, as was the tremor that shook from her fingertips to the very core of her body. The sensation of smooth fingertips along her arm served to validate Anastasia's proximity to Chione, to legitimize the flicker of Chione's taste on her lips and the fact that it wasn't some dream or illusion.
"But are you brave enough to take what you want?"
The question wasn't rhetorical, but neither would Anastasia answer it with words. Instead, the Greek fluidly moved one hand, unfurling her fingers from the woman's hair. She trailed her digits along Chione's thigh before those feather-light caresses shot up the length of Chione's spine, settling at the back of her neck to twine her fingers once more in her hair. However, rather than sift the digits fully, she toyed at the strands at Chione's nape, shifting her weight until her breasts pressed against the Egyptian's.
She let a soft moan pour against Chione's lips before she leaned in and claimed what she wanted from the coy Egyptian woman. She sought to part the woman's lips, intent upon claiming her tongue with her own. Another moan vibrated against her as the unused arm moved to settle about Chione's hips. Desire entrenched itself fully within Anastasia until she could no longer deny the sinful, illicit yearning that coursed through her. Once she had her fill, for the moment, of Chione's lips, she pulled back, seizing her lower lip between her teeth in a playful manner before a breathless gasp escaped her lips. Her features flushed darker still, those hazel eyes of her glazed with undisguised desire as she sought to hold the woman's stare.
"Are you brave enough to stay in with me for just a while longer?" she asked, the words low even as the catlike smile wove upon her features.
This was more than unnerving. It was bad enough that this was beyond forbidden. If anyone were to ever know anything happened between them... it was their lives on the line. Completely literally their lives. But more than that, it was this feeling of being pursued. At the least, she met her lovers in the middle, but more than that, she was the one chasing. She might play coy, pretend to be chased, but it was always her initiating. Even if all it took was a touch of honey to lure them in, she was still the one in control.
But not with Anastasia.
This woman was every bit as alluring as Chione herself, and somehow, she had found herself drawn in and captured. She should be more afraid. There was so much at risk with this choice. Yet the closer that Anastasia got, the less she cared about the danger. The more she craved the woman before her.
It was a relief when she saw the way the woman’s pale skin so clearly displayed the redness of her own arousal. They were playing with fire even so, but with what she so desperately wanted before her and willing like this... how could she ever find the strength to turn away? So she dared the woman to see it through, to end this torturous teasing if she wanted this between them.
As uncomfortable as she was with it, being pursued was a heady rush. There was no denying the thrill of it had her aching.
The way her fingers moved over the Egyptian’s body had her openly panting for breath, sighing softly against her touch, until she shifted to press against her breasts more fully. That earned a low groan from her as she pressed herself into the touch, finding the pressure of the metal plates against her to be almost too much to bear. Her eyes were already half-closed before Anastasia’s lips found her own. And that was all it took to break the restraint she had been clinging so desperately to.
The hand that had rested on the woman’s arm moved up to rest between her shoulderblades, pulling her closer. The other arm wrapped around the slender woman’s waist, embracing her tightly as she responded enthusiastically to Anastasia’s kiss. She felt alive in a way she never had before. She had taken more lovers than she could count. Yet never a woman. And something about that one difference made all the difference. Every touch felt brand new somehow. She needed more. She’d had a taste, and it would never be enough to satisfy her.
The way Anastasia drew away, the Egyptian’s lip still caught between her own left Chione moaning. Her eyes opened to look up at the Greek, her blue depths deepened with a lust that was no longer shy. She licked at her lips as the woman offered a question of her own.
“If you stop now, I think I might die of frustration anyway,” she answered, her voice thick with want. It felt better than she could have imagined just to speak honestly about it. She wanted Anastasia desperately, and any sense of logic was long gone. “You know that no one can ever know about this, right?” She had to be certain of that much at least.
She waited just long enough for confirmation before her lips found the pale skin of her neck, lingering over that tender pulse point. The hand at her back shifted up to the base of her neck, while the other slipped over the curve of her bottom to rest on her thigh. “And tell me, just what will we do in the privacy of your home, Ana?”
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This was more than unnerving. It was bad enough that this was beyond forbidden. If anyone were to ever know anything happened between them... it was their lives on the line. Completely literally their lives. But more than that, it was this feeling of being pursued. At the least, she met her lovers in the middle, but more than that, she was the one chasing. She might play coy, pretend to be chased, but it was always her initiating. Even if all it took was a touch of honey to lure them in, she was still the one in control.
But not with Anastasia.
This woman was every bit as alluring as Chione herself, and somehow, she had found herself drawn in and captured. She should be more afraid. There was so much at risk with this choice. Yet the closer that Anastasia got, the less she cared about the danger. The more she craved the woman before her.
It was a relief when she saw the way the woman’s pale skin so clearly displayed the redness of her own arousal. They were playing with fire even so, but with what she so desperately wanted before her and willing like this... how could she ever find the strength to turn away? So she dared the woman to see it through, to end this torturous teasing if she wanted this between them.
As uncomfortable as she was with it, being pursued was a heady rush. There was no denying the thrill of it had her aching.
The way her fingers moved over the Egyptian’s body had her openly panting for breath, sighing softly against her touch, until she shifted to press against her breasts more fully. That earned a low groan from her as she pressed herself into the touch, finding the pressure of the metal plates against her to be almost too much to bear. Her eyes were already half-closed before Anastasia’s lips found her own. And that was all it took to break the restraint she had been clinging so desperately to.
The hand that had rested on the woman’s arm moved up to rest between her shoulderblades, pulling her closer. The other arm wrapped around the slender woman’s waist, embracing her tightly as she responded enthusiastically to Anastasia’s kiss. She felt alive in a way she never had before. She had taken more lovers than she could count. Yet never a woman. And something about that one difference made all the difference. Every touch felt brand new somehow. She needed more. She’d had a taste, and it would never be enough to satisfy her.
The way Anastasia drew away, the Egyptian’s lip still caught between her own left Chione moaning. Her eyes opened to look up at the Greek, her blue depths deepened with a lust that was no longer shy. She licked at her lips as the woman offered a question of her own.
“If you stop now, I think I might die of frustration anyway,” she answered, her voice thick with want. It felt better than she could have imagined just to speak honestly about it. She wanted Anastasia desperately, and any sense of logic was long gone. “You know that no one can ever know about this, right?” She had to be certain of that much at least.
She waited just long enough for confirmation before her lips found the pale skin of her neck, lingering over that tender pulse point. The hand at her back shifted up to the base of her neck, while the other slipped over the curve of her bottom to rest on her thigh. “And tell me, just what will we do in the privacy of your home, Ana?”
This was more than unnerving. It was bad enough that this was beyond forbidden. If anyone were to ever know anything happened between them... it was their lives on the line. Completely literally their lives. But more than that, it was this feeling of being pursued. At the least, she met her lovers in the middle, but more than that, she was the one chasing. She might play coy, pretend to be chased, but it was always her initiating. Even if all it took was a touch of honey to lure them in, she was still the one in control.
But not with Anastasia.
This woman was every bit as alluring as Chione herself, and somehow, she had found herself drawn in and captured. She should be more afraid. There was so much at risk with this choice. Yet the closer that Anastasia got, the less she cared about the danger. The more she craved the woman before her.
It was a relief when she saw the way the woman’s pale skin so clearly displayed the redness of her own arousal. They were playing with fire even so, but with what she so desperately wanted before her and willing like this... how could she ever find the strength to turn away? So she dared the woman to see it through, to end this torturous teasing if she wanted this between them.
As uncomfortable as she was with it, being pursued was a heady rush. There was no denying the thrill of it had her aching.
The way her fingers moved over the Egyptian’s body had her openly panting for breath, sighing softly against her touch, until she shifted to press against her breasts more fully. That earned a low groan from her as she pressed herself into the touch, finding the pressure of the metal plates against her to be almost too much to bear. Her eyes were already half-closed before Anastasia’s lips found her own. And that was all it took to break the restraint she had been clinging so desperately to.
The hand that had rested on the woman’s arm moved up to rest between her shoulderblades, pulling her closer. The other arm wrapped around the slender woman’s waist, embracing her tightly as she responded enthusiastically to Anastasia’s kiss. She felt alive in a way she never had before. She had taken more lovers than she could count. Yet never a woman. And something about that one difference made all the difference. Every touch felt brand new somehow. She needed more. She’d had a taste, and it would never be enough to satisfy her.
The way Anastasia drew away, the Egyptian’s lip still caught between her own left Chione moaning. Her eyes opened to look up at the Greek, her blue depths deepened with a lust that was no longer shy. She licked at her lips as the woman offered a question of her own.
“If you stop now, I think I might die of frustration anyway,” she answered, her voice thick with want. It felt better than she could have imagined just to speak honestly about it. She wanted Anastasia desperately, and any sense of logic was long gone. “You know that no one can ever know about this, right?” She had to be certain of that much at least.
She waited just long enough for confirmation before her lips found the pale skin of her neck, lingering over that tender pulse point. The hand at her back shifted up to the base of her neck, while the other slipped over the curve of her bottom to rest on her thigh. “And tell me, just what will we do in the privacy of your home, Ana?”
Far-flung from the province of her birth, Anastasia was no stranger to the reality of death and the consequences for defying the laws of a land. Once, her struggles were smaller, domestic and confined to a home she never wanted to live in. Always worried for her safety but more importantly, her sanity, Calliope took the very first chance to extricate herself from that hell that she got. Then, after she'd left behind one nation, she'd been forced away from another. This time, it was not for problems out of her control, but for the comeuppance for the life she'd chosen to live. Enraptured by jewels and finery, Anastasia had bitten off more than she could chew and suffered for it.
No longer was she in her sovereign Greece and no longer did she call herself a siren because of it. Given to a different life, one of treading deserts and new legends that had nothing to do with the Gods she loved so dearly... Anastasia lost a sense of purpose when coming to Africa. Aimless, she wandered in search of new life and took a far more careful approach to her thievery, making her ends meet until she found a system that worked in Egypt. She spread a legend of her own misdeeds, masquerading them as the machinations of a "prince of thieves" that plagued Egypt and beyond, supplementing her penchant for stealing and little by little, finding herself once again.
I don't want to go through that, again, she assured herself, so fully aware of the dangers even as she wrapped Chione in this illicit embrace, even as she coaxed desire out of the both of them and made it impossible to pull away. There was no denying the powerful, chemical attraction that existed between them, a searing heat that twisted her body into knots of want that bordered on need. Chione was right... if they stopped now, the frustration of it all might well kill her. At least, Chione could reluctantly find some man to satisfy her... Ana? She would be left to wither in want until Hena returned from his daily responsibilities and offered himself to her desires.
That's simply not allowed, she told herself, much preferring the mitigated risk that came with this indulgence, this illicit endeavor behind closed doors. Intelligent enough to calculate the risk, but not enough as to have the self-control to eliminate it entirely... Anastasia made her decision and acknowledged Chione's words, more than well aware of the consequences if someone did find out. Even someone relatively close to the both of them... like Neithotep... how would she react to this? Or Hena himself? She froze at the thought of being abandoned by her lover... but also toyed with the wording he used in his conditions for living in this place.
"“I ask that you stand at my side, that you take no other lover. You are not a possession, you are a woman of your own free will. I simply offer a gesture of my affection, and along with such things, I... don’t like the idea of you with another man."
Was this endeavor with Chione considered taking on a lover? The nobleman's wording, the fact that he'd seen Ana's gaze wander before... it made her wonder his thoughts on this, a half-hearted venture that might've gone deeper if it weren't for the fact that she was pressed so closely to Chione already. She shook the thoughts from her head, a demure nod cast as she allowed her lips to trail along the expanse of the Egyptian woman's throat. Her fingers pulled back on her head, just enough pressure to force the movement without intent to harm her. She let her lips capture the woman's earlobe, toying with the flesh before she whispered in her ear,
"This secret stays with us..."
It was simpler at that, for their safety's sake.
As she answered, she felt her eyes fall shut, the shiver as Chione sought after her pulse with her lips, gentle and full lips traversing her flesh as that lithe hand moved along her back. Chione was indulging as well, and Anastasia reveled in the woman's exploration of her as the Egyptian posed her question.
"We'll... indulge. More opium... greater pleasure... The sheets in the other room are simply divine," she teased, pulling away from Chione before taking hold of the woman's hand. Ana found her way to her feet, turning away to pluck the pipe from its place on the nearby table, tucking the trove between her arm and ribcage before she asked,
"Shall we?"
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Far-flung from the province of her birth, Anastasia was no stranger to the reality of death and the consequences for defying the laws of a land. Once, her struggles were smaller, domestic and confined to a home she never wanted to live in. Always worried for her safety but more importantly, her sanity, Calliope took the very first chance to extricate herself from that hell that she got. Then, after she'd left behind one nation, she'd been forced away from another. This time, it was not for problems out of her control, but for the comeuppance for the life she'd chosen to live. Enraptured by jewels and finery, Anastasia had bitten off more than she could chew and suffered for it.
No longer was she in her sovereign Greece and no longer did she call herself a siren because of it. Given to a different life, one of treading deserts and new legends that had nothing to do with the Gods she loved so dearly... Anastasia lost a sense of purpose when coming to Africa. Aimless, she wandered in search of new life and took a far more careful approach to her thievery, making her ends meet until she found a system that worked in Egypt. She spread a legend of her own misdeeds, masquerading them as the machinations of a "prince of thieves" that plagued Egypt and beyond, supplementing her penchant for stealing and little by little, finding herself once again.
I don't want to go through that, again, she assured herself, so fully aware of the dangers even as she wrapped Chione in this illicit embrace, even as she coaxed desire out of the both of them and made it impossible to pull away. There was no denying the powerful, chemical attraction that existed between them, a searing heat that twisted her body into knots of want that bordered on need. Chione was right... if they stopped now, the frustration of it all might well kill her. At least, Chione could reluctantly find some man to satisfy her... Ana? She would be left to wither in want until Hena returned from his daily responsibilities and offered himself to her desires.
That's simply not allowed, she told herself, much preferring the mitigated risk that came with this indulgence, this illicit endeavor behind closed doors. Intelligent enough to calculate the risk, but not enough as to have the self-control to eliminate it entirely... Anastasia made her decision and acknowledged Chione's words, more than well aware of the consequences if someone did find out. Even someone relatively close to the both of them... like Neithotep... how would she react to this? Or Hena himself? She froze at the thought of being abandoned by her lover... but also toyed with the wording he used in his conditions for living in this place.
"“I ask that you stand at my side, that you take no other lover. You are not a possession, you are a woman of your own free will. I simply offer a gesture of my affection, and along with such things, I... don’t like the idea of you with another man."
Was this endeavor with Chione considered taking on a lover? The nobleman's wording, the fact that he'd seen Ana's gaze wander before... it made her wonder his thoughts on this, a half-hearted venture that might've gone deeper if it weren't for the fact that she was pressed so closely to Chione already. She shook the thoughts from her head, a demure nod cast as she allowed her lips to trail along the expanse of the Egyptian woman's throat. Her fingers pulled back on her head, just enough pressure to force the movement without intent to harm her. She let her lips capture the woman's earlobe, toying with the flesh before she whispered in her ear,
"This secret stays with us..."
It was simpler at that, for their safety's sake.
As she answered, she felt her eyes fall shut, the shiver as Chione sought after her pulse with her lips, gentle and full lips traversing her flesh as that lithe hand moved along her back. Chione was indulging as well, and Anastasia reveled in the woman's exploration of her as the Egyptian posed her question.
"We'll... indulge. More opium... greater pleasure... The sheets in the other room are simply divine," she teased, pulling away from Chione before taking hold of the woman's hand. Ana found her way to her feet, turning away to pluck the pipe from its place on the nearby table, tucking the trove between her arm and ribcage before she asked,
"Shall we?"
Far-flung from the province of her birth, Anastasia was no stranger to the reality of death and the consequences for defying the laws of a land. Once, her struggles were smaller, domestic and confined to a home she never wanted to live in. Always worried for her safety but more importantly, her sanity, Calliope took the very first chance to extricate herself from that hell that she got. Then, after she'd left behind one nation, she'd been forced away from another. This time, it was not for problems out of her control, but for the comeuppance for the life she'd chosen to live. Enraptured by jewels and finery, Anastasia had bitten off more than she could chew and suffered for it.
No longer was she in her sovereign Greece and no longer did she call herself a siren because of it. Given to a different life, one of treading deserts and new legends that had nothing to do with the Gods she loved so dearly... Anastasia lost a sense of purpose when coming to Africa. Aimless, she wandered in search of new life and took a far more careful approach to her thievery, making her ends meet until she found a system that worked in Egypt. She spread a legend of her own misdeeds, masquerading them as the machinations of a "prince of thieves" that plagued Egypt and beyond, supplementing her penchant for stealing and little by little, finding herself once again.
I don't want to go through that, again, she assured herself, so fully aware of the dangers even as she wrapped Chione in this illicit embrace, even as she coaxed desire out of the both of them and made it impossible to pull away. There was no denying the powerful, chemical attraction that existed between them, a searing heat that twisted her body into knots of want that bordered on need. Chione was right... if they stopped now, the frustration of it all might well kill her. At least, Chione could reluctantly find some man to satisfy her... Ana? She would be left to wither in want until Hena returned from his daily responsibilities and offered himself to her desires.
That's simply not allowed, she told herself, much preferring the mitigated risk that came with this indulgence, this illicit endeavor behind closed doors. Intelligent enough to calculate the risk, but not enough as to have the self-control to eliminate it entirely... Anastasia made her decision and acknowledged Chione's words, more than well aware of the consequences if someone did find out. Even someone relatively close to the both of them... like Neithotep... how would she react to this? Or Hena himself? She froze at the thought of being abandoned by her lover... but also toyed with the wording he used in his conditions for living in this place.
"“I ask that you stand at my side, that you take no other lover. You are not a possession, you are a woman of your own free will. I simply offer a gesture of my affection, and along with such things, I... don’t like the idea of you with another man."
Was this endeavor with Chione considered taking on a lover? The nobleman's wording, the fact that he'd seen Ana's gaze wander before... it made her wonder his thoughts on this, a half-hearted venture that might've gone deeper if it weren't for the fact that she was pressed so closely to Chione already. She shook the thoughts from her head, a demure nod cast as she allowed her lips to trail along the expanse of the Egyptian woman's throat. Her fingers pulled back on her head, just enough pressure to force the movement without intent to harm her. She let her lips capture the woman's earlobe, toying with the flesh before she whispered in her ear,
"This secret stays with us..."
It was simpler at that, for their safety's sake.
As she answered, she felt her eyes fall shut, the shiver as Chione sought after her pulse with her lips, gentle and full lips traversing her flesh as that lithe hand moved along her back. Chione was indulging as well, and Anastasia reveled in the woman's exploration of her as the Egyptian posed her question.
"We'll... indulge. More opium... greater pleasure... The sheets in the other room are simply divine," she teased, pulling away from Chione before taking hold of the woman's hand. Ana found her way to her feet, turning away to pluck the pipe from its place on the nearby table, tucking the trove between her arm and ribcage before she asked,