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Arete could not believe that this was happening. She had dreamed about this day all of her life and now it was finally here. Seven Hades, if she hadn’t pinched herself twice she would have thought that this was some sort of beautiful dream.
But it wasn’t.
This was a reality. She was really entering the Vasiladon with her lover with every intention to stay. All of her earthy possessions had arrived earlier in the day as the two of them had taken the so-called scenic route to get here. Arete could swear that she was still blushing from those little stops along the way. However, there were no more detours now that they were inside the city boundaries. They would not be pausing again until they were at the Archontiko Condos; Arete’s new home.
Not having much beyond the things that Nikos had given her, it had been easy to pack up her things and escape in the early hours of the dawn. She didn’t waste her time saying goodbye to her family, they probably wouldn’t even notice that she was gone until this evening or the next day. By then she would long gone, never to return to the province that had been both Tartarus and the Elysian Fields for this young woman. All her life she had hated Doralis with every fiber of her being as the whole place was designed to keep her family down as a traditional potter could never succeed in a glass-blowing province, especially when the ruling family favored the main export as it helped their main industry; wine production. Everything about the place was designed to keep Arete down or at least it did until she crossed paths with the Baron himself, Nikos of Condos. She had been brought up into the height of luxury at such a breakneck pace that Arete had learned to love partially love Doralis again.
However, now all of that was behind her. With the war well underway and the Colchian reinforcements expected to arrive within the next few days, Nikos had made the executive decision that it was time to go to the Capital and he was going to take Arete with him. This wasn’t going to be like all the other times when he left her behind when he had to return home. Starting today, his home was her home. There was a giddy excitement bubbling up in her at the thought of the two of them actually living together instead of pretending that they did whenever he was in the provinces. This wasn’t some quasi-home, fake life with a time limit attached to it as everything else had been up until this point. This was real and this was a big step to their ultimate goal. After all, his Retta was not going to be his mistress forever. This poor potter’s daughter had every intention of being his queen once everything was in place and the Condos had what was rightfully theirs.
This was just the first step to that wonderful future.
The young woman had no intention of letting that slip out of her fingers, just like was not going to let go of Nikos as they rode into the city. She was nearly certain that he had doubts about their mode of transportation as the taboo of their relationship would likely cause the lord to desire some secrecy, but Arete didn’t care as her arms wrapped tight around her lover’s waist. A dark riding cloak was drawn around each of them, hiding their faces in the amber glow of twilight. It was so fitting, the sunset closing what used to be her old life. Retta couldn’t help the small giggle bubbling up within her at the thought. The young woman tried to stifle it by burying her head in the crook of Nikos’s neck, but she wasn’t that successful. Arete hoped that she was raising goosebumps all over his skin underneath this wretched cloak and the chiton underneath. Oh, how she couldn’t wait to rid them both of these trappings once they were inside…
“I hope you know I hate this cloak. I can’t see you with it on…” She quietly muttered into the back of his collarbone, leaving a small kiss to punctuate what she meant. There was no hiding what she wanted to do as soon as they were in the door. After all, there were beds that were just beckoning to them, calling out to give the pair a soft place to rest as Retta showed Nikos just how grateful she truly was for this change in scenery. However, that would have to wait for a moment as the horse continued to trot along, hoofbeats echoing on the roads beneath them. “How much further away is it Niky?” She asked quietly, clearly eager to see the manor that would now be her new home until the pair of them would move into the palace as King and Queen of Taengea…
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Arete could not believe that this was happening. She had dreamed about this day all of her life and now it was finally here. Seven Hades, if she hadn’t pinched herself twice she would have thought that this was some sort of beautiful dream.
But it wasn’t.
This was a reality. She was really entering the Vasiladon with her lover with every intention to stay. All of her earthy possessions had arrived earlier in the day as the two of them had taken the so-called scenic route to get here. Arete could swear that she was still blushing from those little stops along the way. However, there were no more detours now that they were inside the city boundaries. They would not be pausing again until they were at the Archontiko Condos; Arete’s new home.
Not having much beyond the things that Nikos had given her, it had been easy to pack up her things and escape in the early hours of the dawn. She didn’t waste her time saying goodbye to her family, they probably wouldn’t even notice that she was gone until this evening or the next day. By then she would long gone, never to return to the province that had been both Tartarus and the Elysian Fields for this young woman. All her life she had hated Doralis with every fiber of her being as the whole place was designed to keep her family down as a traditional potter could never succeed in a glass-blowing province, especially when the ruling family favored the main export as it helped their main industry; wine production. Everything about the place was designed to keep Arete down or at least it did until she crossed paths with the Baron himself, Nikos of Condos. She had been brought up into the height of luxury at such a breakneck pace that Arete had learned to love partially love Doralis again.
However, now all of that was behind her. With the war well underway and the Colchian reinforcements expected to arrive within the next few days, Nikos had made the executive decision that it was time to go to the Capital and he was going to take Arete with him. This wasn’t going to be like all the other times when he left her behind when he had to return home. Starting today, his home was her home. There was a giddy excitement bubbling up in her at the thought of the two of them actually living together instead of pretending that they did whenever he was in the provinces. This wasn’t some quasi-home, fake life with a time limit attached to it as everything else had been up until this point. This was real and this was a big step to their ultimate goal. After all, his Retta was not going to be his mistress forever. This poor potter’s daughter had every intention of being his queen once everything was in place and the Condos had what was rightfully theirs.
This was just the first step to that wonderful future.
The young woman had no intention of letting that slip out of her fingers, just like was not going to let go of Nikos as they rode into the city. She was nearly certain that he had doubts about their mode of transportation as the taboo of their relationship would likely cause the lord to desire some secrecy, but Arete didn’t care as her arms wrapped tight around her lover’s waist. A dark riding cloak was drawn around each of them, hiding their faces in the amber glow of twilight. It was so fitting, the sunset closing what used to be her old life. Retta couldn’t help the small giggle bubbling up within her at the thought. The young woman tried to stifle it by burying her head in the crook of Nikos’s neck, but she wasn’t that successful. Arete hoped that she was raising goosebumps all over his skin underneath this wretched cloak and the chiton underneath. Oh, how she couldn’t wait to rid them both of these trappings once they were inside…
“I hope you know I hate this cloak. I can’t see you with it on…” She quietly muttered into the back of his collarbone, leaving a small kiss to punctuate what she meant. There was no hiding what she wanted to do as soon as they were in the door. After all, there were beds that were just beckoning to them, calling out to give the pair a soft place to rest as Retta showed Nikos just how grateful she truly was for this change in scenery. However, that would have to wait for a moment as the horse continued to trot along, hoofbeats echoing on the roads beneath them. “How much further away is it Niky?” She asked quietly, clearly eager to see the manor that would now be her new home until the pair of them would move into the palace as King and Queen of Taengea…
Arete could not believe that this was happening. She had dreamed about this day all of her life and now it was finally here. Seven Hades, if she hadn’t pinched herself twice she would have thought that this was some sort of beautiful dream.
But it wasn’t.
This was a reality. She was really entering the Vasiladon with her lover with every intention to stay. All of her earthy possessions had arrived earlier in the day as the two of them had taken the so-called scenic route to get here. Arete could swear that she was still blushing from those little stops along the way. However, there were no more detours now that they were inside the city boundaries. They would not be pausing again until they were at the Archontiko Condos; Arete’s new home.
Not having much beyond the things that Nikos had given her, it had been easy to pack up her things and escape in the early hours of the dawn. She didn’t waste her time saying goodbye to her family, they probably wouldn’t even notice that she was gone until this evening or the next day. By then she would long gone, never to return to the province that had been both Tartarus and the Elysian Fields for this young woman. All her life she had hated Doralis with every fiber of her being as the whole place was designed to keep her family down as a traditional potter could never succeed in a glass-blowing province, especially when the ruling family favored the main export as it helped their main industry; wine production. Everything about the place was designed to keep Arete down or at least it did until she crossed paths with the Baron himself, Nikos of Condos. She had been brought up into the height of luxury at such a breakneck pace that Arete had learned to love partially love Doralis again.
However, now all of that was behind her. With the war well underway and the Colchian reinforcements expected to arrive within the next few days, Nikos had made the executive decision that it was time to go to the Capital and he was going to take Arete with him. This wasn’t going to be like all the other times when he left her behind when he had to return home. Starting today, his home was her home. There was a giddy excitement bubbling up in her at the thought of the two of them actually living together instead of pretending that they did whenever he was in the provinces. This wasn’t some quasi-home, fake life with a time limit attached to it as everything else had been up until this point. This was real and this was a big step to their ultimate goal. After all, his Retta was not going to be his mistress forever. This poor potter’s daughter had every intention of being his queen once everything was in place and the Condos had what was rightfully theirs.
This was just the first step to that wonderful future.
The young woman had no intention of letting that slip out of her fingers, just like was not going to let go of Nikos as they rode into the city. She was nearly certain that he had doubts about their mode of transportation as the taboo of their relationship would likely cause the lord to desire some secrecy, but Arete didn’t care as her arms wrapped tight around her lover’s waist. A dark riding cloak was drawn around each of them, hiding their faces in the amber glow of twilight. It was so fitting, the sunset closing what used to be her old life. Retta couldn’t help the small giggle bubbling up within her at the thought. The young woman tried to stifle it by burying her head in the crook of Nikos’s neck, but she wasn’t that successful. Arete hoped that she was raising goosebumps all over his skin underneath this wretched cloak and the chiton underneath. Oh, how she couldn’t wait to rid them both of these trappings once they were inside…
“I hope you know I hate this cloak. I can’t see you with it on…” She quietly muttered into the back of his collarbone, leaving a small kiss to punctuate what she meant. There was no hiding what she wanted to do as soon as they were in the door. After all, there were beds that were just beckoning to them, calling out to give the pair a soft place to rest as Retta showed Nikos just how grateful she truly was for this change in scenery. However, that would have to wait for a moment as the horse continued to trot along, hoofbeats echoing on the roads beneath them. “How much further away is it Niky?” She asked quietly, clearly eager to see the manor that would now be her new home until the pair of them would move into the palace as King and Queen of Taengea…
It was a typical cool autumn day. The birds were singing, the air was light, the sun was bright, and the skies were clear. But today was anything but typical for the Baron of Doralis. He was traveling from his home in his barony to the capitol city of Vasiliadon. But this was no typical visit to House Condos. War was brewing, and Nikos was needed in the city, within the safety of the walls in case there was an invasion from Egyptian forces.
Usually, Nikos was be traveling alone to his father's estate. But today... Nikos was bringing someone with him. Not just someone. Arete of Doralis. A young woman who had been his lover for the better part of three years now. A common woman he'd grown quite fond of. And because of those feelings, Nikos had decided he'd rather have her within the safety of the city walls if the war was brought to their shores. It was a big decision. One he was certain his father was not quite happy with. Nikolias had met Arete only once. And it had not been under the best of first impressions. But Nikos had made up his mind, and once made, it was nigh impossible to get him to change it. Nik had written to his father. He'd talked to Arete endlessly about keeping out of the way and not drawing attention, especially in public. Nikos didn't need the rumors that would surely form floating around the court.
Nik had decided to send the carriage with their things ahead to House Condos, while he and Arete rode his black stallion, Frixos, along a more scenic and leisurely route. They stopped at a few of Nikos' favorite spots along the way, including the bend in the river where the baron first met his Retta. They'd taken their time during these detours, warming each other in the crisp air in creative ways. But now the day grew long, and they could delay no longer.
'I hope you know I hate this cloak. I can’t see you with it on…'
Nikos laughed low in his throat, a crooked grin on his face. The soft kiss she placed against him through the fabric separating them did indeed stir a reaction within him. But it was an itch he would have to wait to scratch.
'How much further away is it Niky?'
Nikos slowed Frixos to a restless halt as they crested a hill. Before them lay the capitol city. "Not far, Retta." He looked up to the sky, to see the sun midway through it's decent to the horizon. "We shall be home and settled before nightfall." Nikos was a little anxious that there would be an argument to be had with his father regarding his decision to bring Arete with him. The woman was all but publicly his mistress at this point. While Nikos had had other lovers - even recently - he always seemed to be drawn back to his Retta. No one, not even his father, was going to make him turn the woman out.
Nikos stared at the city landscape before them a moment longer. Then, taking a deep breath as if he was steeling himself against some imaginary forthcoming impact, Nikos snapped the reins of his mount and kicked the horses flanks, urging the great steed into a steady canter towards the city.
True to his word, they arrived at the front steps of the main house with plenty of daylight left. Nikos held Frixos still as servants came out to greet them. An older man stepped forward to help Arete from her seat behind Nikos. Nik waited til she was on her feet before he dismounted and handed the reigns to the young stable boy. Nikos gave his favorite steed an affections pat on the neck, then focused his full attention on his lover. He took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. "This is it. Are you ready? I am not sure if my father is about. Perhaps we can slip through unnoticed to my chambers. The maid servants could bring us a tray of food and wine." A soft smile graced his features, and his blue eyes blazed with an anxious excitement to have her here with him in the city. His Retta.
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It was a typical cool autumn day. The birds were singing, the air was light, the sun was bright, and the skies were clear. But today was anything but typical for the Baron of Doralis. He was traveling from his home in his barony to the capitol city of Vasiliadon. But this was no typical visit to House Condos. War was brewing, and Nikos was needed in the city, within the safety of the walls in case there was an invasion from Egyptian forces.
Usually, Nikos was be traveling alone to his father's estate. But today... Nikos was bringing someone with him. Not just someone. Arete of Doralis. A young woman who had been his lover for the better part of three years now. A common woman he'd grown quite fond of. And because of those feelings, Nikos had decided he'd rather have her within the safety of the city walls if the war was brought to their shores. It was a big decision. One he was certain his father was not quite happy with. Nikolias had met Arete only once. And it had not been under the best of first impressions. But Nikos had made up his mind, and once made, it was nigh impossible to get him to change it. Nik had written to his father. He'd talked to Arete endlessly about keeping out of the way and not drawing attention, especially in public. Nikos didn't need the rumors that would surely form floating around the court.
Nik had decided to send the carriage with their things ahead to House Condos, while he and Arete rode his black stallion, Frixos, along a more scenic and leisurely route. They stopped at a few of Nikos' favorite spots along the way, including the bend in the river where the baron first met his Retta. They'd taken their time during these detours, warming each other in the crisp air in creative ways. But now the day grew long, and they could delay no longer.
'I hope you know I hate this cloak. I can’t see you with it on…'
Nikos laughed low in his throat, a crooked grin on his face. The soft kiss she placed against him through the fabric separating them did indeed stir a reaction within him. But it was an itch he would have to wait to scratch.
'How much further away is it Niky?'
Nikos slowed Frixos to a restless halt as they crested a hill. Before them lay the capitol city. "Not far, Retta." He looked up to the sky, to see the sun midway through it's decent to the horizon. "We shall be home and settled before nightfall." Nikos was a little anxious that there would be an argument to be had with his father regarding his decision to bring Arete with him. The woman was all but publicly his mistress at this point. While Nikos had had other lovers - even recently - he always seemed to be drawn back to his Retta. No one, not even his father, was going to make him turn the woman out.
Nikos stared at the city landscape before them a moment longer. Then, taking a deep breath as if he was steeling himself against some imaginary forthcoming impact, Nikos snapped the reins of his mount and kicked the horses flanks, urging the great steed into a steady canter towards the city.
True to his word, they arrived at the front steps of the main house with plenty of daylight left. Nikos held Frixos still as servants came out to greet them. An older man stepped forward to help Arete from her seat behind Nikos. Nik waited til she was on her feet before he dismounted and handed the reigns to the young stable boy. Nikos gave his favorite steed an affections pat on the neck, then focused his full attention on his lover. He took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. "This is it. Are you ready? I am not sure if my father is about. Perhaps we can slip through unnoticed to my chambers. The maid servants could bring us a tray of food and wine." A soft smile graced his features, and his blue eyes blazed with an anxious excitement to have her here with him in the city. His Retta.
It was a typical cool autumn day. The birds were singing, the air was light, the sun was bright, and the skies were clear. But today was anything but typical for the Baron of Doralis. He was traveling from his home in his barony to the capitol city of Vasiliadon. But this was no typical visit to House Condos. War was brewing, and Nikos was needed in the city, within the safety of the walls in case there was an invasion from Egyptian forces.
Usually, Nikos was be traveling alone to his father's estate. But today... Nikos was bringing someone with him. Not just someone. Arete of Doralis. A young woman who had been his lover for the better part of three years now. A common woman he'd grown quite fond of. And because of those feelings, Nikos had decided he'd rather have her within the safety of the city walls if the war was brought to their shores. It was a big decision. One he was certain his father was not quite happy with. Nikolias had met Arete only once. And it had not been under the best of first impressions. But Nikos had made up his mind, and once made, it was nigh impossible to get him to change it. Nik had written to his father. He'd talked to Arete endlessly about keeping out of the way and not drawing attention, especially in public. Nikos didn't need the rumors that would surely form floating around the court.
Nik had decided to send the carriage with their things ahead to House Condos, while he and Arete rode his black stallion, Frixos, along a more scenic and leisurely route. They stopped at a few of Nikos' favorite spots along the way, including the bend in the river where the baron first met his Retta. They'd taken their time during these detours, warming each other in the crisp air in creative ways. But now the day grew long, and they could delay no longer.
'I hope you know I hate this cloak. I can’t see you with it on…'
Nikos laughed low in his throat, a crooked grin on his face. The soft kiss she placed against him through the fabric separating them did indeed stir a reaction within him. But it was an itch he would have to wait to scratch.
'How much further away is it Niky?'
Nikos slowed Frixos to a restless halt as they crested a hill. Before them lay the capitol city. "Not far, Retta." He looked up to the sky, to see the sun midway through it's decent to the horizon. "We shall be home and settled before nightfall." Nikos was a little anxious that there would be an argument to be had with his father regarding his decision to bring Arete with him. The woman was all but publicly his mistress at this point. While Nikos had had other lovers - even recently - he always seemed to be drawn back to his Retta. No one, not even his father, was going to make him turn the woman out.
Nikos stared at the city landscape before them a moment longer. Then, taking a deep breath as if he was steeling himself against some imaginary forthcoming impact, Nikos snapped the reins of his mount and kicked the horses flanks, urging the great steed into a steady canter towards the city.
True to his word, they arrived at the front steps of the main house with plenty of daylight left. Nikos held Frixos still as servants came out to greet them. An older man stepped forward to help Arete from her seat behind Nikos. Nik waited til she was on her feet before he dismounted and handed the reigns to the young stable boy. Nikos gave his favorite steed an affections pat on the neck, then focused his full attention on his lover. He took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. "This is it. Are you ready? I am not sure if my father is about. Perhaps we can slip through unnoticed to my chambers. The maid servants could bring us a tray of food and wine." A soft smile graced his features, and his blue eyes blazed with an anxious excitement to have her here with him in the city. His Retta.
Glancing up at the large stone structure, Arete couldn’t help, but giggle at the thought of actually living here. This was a far cry from the hovel she had known in Doralis and she was fairly certain that there was no finer manor in the whole of Taengea, save for the palati, of course. (But that would one day be hers as well, so did it really matter if that one building was prettier?) Being here, on the cusp of the life that she always wanted was an absolute dream come true. Arete didn’t have the words to express how grateful she was and how lucky she felt to be here in the lap of luxury with her Niky.
Luckily for her, she would have other methods once the two of them got inside.
Feeling strange without having Nikos be so close to her after such a long ride from the provinces, Retta stepped into her lover’s embrace. With a playful look in her eyes, she led his arms to her waist and encouraged him to pull her close. She wanted him to feel how much she loved him for making this dream of hers and this was the best way to show it without causing some sort of scandal in front of the poor servants who were lucky enough to view this homecoming of their future Lady Condos.
Granted, Arete knew that she had a long way to go before she could actually become Nikos’s wife as not only did he need to convince his family, but she needed to sort out some of her health problems. However, if her Niky could convince his family to let Retta move into the family manor, then there was no way that he couldn’t convince them to let her marry him as well. Didn’t his oldest sister marry for love anyways? How fair would it be to give Marisa such a wonderful gift and then deny it to Nikos when they had already gone as far as to allow this.
However as Arete swayed slightly back and forth, dancing to her own joyful tune, there was something that Nikos said that had her stop in place and look up at her lover with a confused expression. “Do they not know about me coming here?” She asked quietly, unsure if she had her Niky right. All this time she had assumed that Nikolias had known about what his son intended to do, but the mere comment about them needing to avoid his father had he second-guessing that assumption. A twinge of worry crept up in her as she considered what might happen if she was seen as an unwanted guest by the elder man. The two had certainly met before as Niky’s father had made a few unexpected trips to Doralis and found the lovebirds enjoying the few hours they would get to spend together. Retta knew that he likely didn’t support Nikos taking on a mistress like her but he had been so indifferent… would he kick her out if Nikos hadn’t warned them that not only was she coming, but the two lovebirds had every intention of staying.
“Nikos,” She said with a slightly more serious tone to her voice as the gravity of the situation dawned on her, “You aren’t expecting me to live in secret here right? This isn’t Doralis, I can’t hide from your family in our own home!” The sheer panic she felt over what could happen if Olivia and Nikolias did not know was practically palpable as the fear of being sent back to that good awful province flashed across her mind. Even if Nikos promised her that she would never have to return to her family and could stay alone in the manor, she knew that could only last a short while. She hadn’t even told her family that she would be leaving. The manor would be the first place that they would look and she’d have to go back with them as Nikos had no legal right to her as they were unmarried still. Arete didn’t even stop to think about how a more permanent union between them was not guaranteed and that she shouldn’t be calling manors like this their home while she still lacked his surname. She was so confident that this would one day happen that she thought nothing of using such language in front of servants who didn’t even know who this girl was, let alone why she suddenly felt entitled to such things.
Arete became all too aware of this when she noticed one of the staff members staring at her, forcing her cheeks to flush a bright red crimson. Burying her face into Nikos’s chest, Arete tried to hide her shame and mistake for a moment as she collected her thoughts and took a deep breath in, trying to relax as the familiar and comforting sent of Nikos engulfed her. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to go back. Ever.[/i]” She quietly confessed, just loud enough for Nikos to hear and only Nikos. He knew how much she hated life in Doralis and how ashamed she was of her past given that Arete had basically all, but forbidden Nikos from even meeting her family. It was something that Arete wanted to keep in her past and the mere threat of going back to that was terrifying.
However, the girl was able to pull her wits around herself enough to confirm that maybe going inside was the best plan. After all, they didn’t need the servants staring at them out here in the courtyard. “Maybe this is something we should talk about inside. That cheese and wine does sound good as well….” Obviously Arete was nervous, but she didn’t want this moment of happiness to be marred by her fears. All it would take is a little reassurance from Nikos before she was alright, especially if the distraction that came with the promise of a new bed for them to share were to follow.
It was just up to Nikos now to lead the way.
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Glancing up at the large stone structure, Arete couldn’t help, but giggle at the thought of actually living here. This was a far cry from the hovel she had known in Doralis and she was fairly certain that there was no finer manor in the whole of Taengea, save for the palati, of course. (But that would one day be hers as well, so did it really matter if that one building was prettier?) Being here, on the cusp of the life that she always wanted was an absolute dream come true. Arete didn’t have the words to express how grateful she was and how lucky she felt to be here in the lap of luxury with her Niky.
Luckily for her, she would have other methods once the two of them got inside.
Feeling strange without having Nikos be so close to her after such a long ride from the provinces, Retta stepped into her lover’s embrace. With a playful look in her eyes, she led his arms to her waist and encouraged him to pull her close. She wanted him to feel how much she loved him for making this dream of hers and this was the best way to show it without causing some sort of scandal in front of the poor servants who were lucky enough to view this homecoming of their future Lady Condos.
Granted, Arete knew that she had a long way to go before she could actually become Nikos’s wife as not only did he need to convince his family, but she needed to sort out some of her health problems. However, if her Niky could convince his family to let Retta move into the family manor, then there was no way that he couldn’t convince them to let her marry him as well. Didn’t his oldest sister marry for love anyways? How fair would it be to give Marisa such a wonderful gift and then deny it to Nikos when they had already gone as far as to allow this.
However as Arete swayed slightly back and forth, dancing to her own joyful tune, there was something that Nikos said that had her stop in place and look up at her lover with a confused expression. “Do they not know about me coming here?” She asked quietly, unsure if she had her Niky right. All this time she had assumed that Nikolias had known about what his son intended to do, but the mere comment about them needing to avoid his father had he second-guessing that assumption. A twinge of worry crept up in her as she considered what might happen if she was seen as an unwanted guest by the elder man. The two had certainly met before as Niky’s father had made a few unexpected trips to Doralis and found the lovebirds enjoying the few hours they would get to spend together. Retta knew that he likely didn’t support Nikos taking on a mistress like her but he had been so indifferent… would he kick her out if Nikos hadn’t warned them that not only was she coming, but the two lovebirds had every intention of staying.
“Nikos,” She said with a slightly more serious tone to her voice as the gravity of the situation dawned on her, “You aren’t expecting me to live in secret here right? This isn’t Doralis, I can’t hide from your family in our own home!” The sheer panic she felt over what could happen if Olivia and Nikolias did not know was practically palpable as the fear of being sent back to that good awful province flashed across her mind. Even if Nikos promised her that she would never have to return to her family and could stay alone in the manor, she knew that could only last a short while. She hadn’t even told her family that she would be leaving. The manor would be the first place that they would look and she’d have to go back with them as Nikos had no legal right to her as they were unmarried still. Arete didn’t even stop to think about how a more permanent union between them was not guaranteed and that she shouldn’t be calling manors like this their home while she still lacked his surname. She was so confident that this would one day happen that she thought nothing of using such language in front of servants who didn’t even know who this girl was, let alone why she suddenly felt entitled to such things.
Arete became all too aware of this when she noticed one of the staff members staring at her, forcing her cheeks to flush a bright red crimson. Burying her face into Nikos’s chest, Arete tried to hide her shame and mistake for a moment as she collected her thoughts and took a deep breath in, trying to relax as the familiar and comforting sent of Nikos engulfed her. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to go back. Ever.[/i]” She quietly confessed, just loud enough for Nikos to hear and only Nikos. He knew how much she hated life in Doralis and how ashamed she was of her past given that Arete had basically all, but forbidden Nikos from even meeting her family. It was something that Arete wanted to keep in her past and the mere threat of going back to that was terrifying.
However, the girl was able to pull her wits around herself enough to confirm that maybe going inside was the best plan. After all, they didn’t need the servants staring at them out here in the courtyard. “Maybe this is something we should talk about inside. That cheese and wine does sound good as well….” Obviously Arete was nervous, but she didn’t want this moment of happiness to be marred by her fears. All it would take is a little reassurance from Nikos before she was alright, especially if the distraction that came with the promise of a new bed for them to share were to follow.
It was just up to Nikos now to lead the way.
Glancing up at the large stone structure, Arete couldn’t help, but giggle at the thought of actually living here. This was a far cry from the hovel she had known in Doralis and she was fairly certain that there was no finer manor in the whole of Taengea, save for the palati, of course. (But that would one day be hers as well, so did it really matter if that one building was prettier?) Being here, on the cusp of the life that she always wanted was an absolute dream come true. Arete didn’t have the words to express how grateful she was and how lucky she felt to be here in the lap of luxury with her Niky.
Luckily for her, she would have other methods once the two of them got inside.
Feeling strange without having Nikos be so close to her after such a long ride from the provinces, Retta stepped into her lover’s embrace. With a playful look in her eyes, she led his arms to her waist and encouraged him to pull her close. She wanted him to feel how much she loved him for making this dream of hers and this was the best way to show it without causing some sort of scandal in front of the poor servants who were lucky enough to view this homecoming of their future Lady Condos.
Granted, Arete knew that she had a long way to go before she could actually become Nikos’s wife as not only did he need to convince his family, but she needed to sort out some of her health problems. However, if her Niky could convince his family to let Retta move into the family manor, then there was no way that he couldn’t convince them to let her marry him as well. Didn’t his oldest sister marry for love anyways? How fair would it be to give Marisa such a wonderful gift and then deny it to Nikos when they had already gone as far as to allow this.
However as Arete swayed slightly back and forth, dancing to her own joyful tune, there was something that Nikos said that had her stop in place and look up at her lover with a confused expression. “Do they not know about me coming here?” She asked quietly, unsure if she had her Niky right. All this time she had assumed that Nikolias had known about what his son intended to do, but the mere comment about them needing to avoid his father had he second-guessing that assumption. A twinge of worry crept up in her as she considered what might happen if she was seen as an unwanted guest by the elder man. The two had certainly met before as Niky’s father had made a few unexpected trips to Doralis and found the lovebirds enjoying the few hours they would get to spend together. Retta knew that he likely didn’t support Nikos taking on a mistress like her but he had been so indifferent… would he kick her out if Nikos hadn’t warned them that not only was she coming, but the two lovebirds had every intention of staying.
“Nikos,” She said with a slightly more serious tone to her voice as the gravity of the situation dawned on her, “You aren’t expecting me to live in secret here right? This isn’t Doralis, I can’t hide from your family in our own home!” The sheer panic she felt over what could happen if Olivia and Nikolias did not know was practically palpable as the fear of being sent back to that good awful province flashed across her mind. Even if Nikos promised her that she would never have to return to her family and could stay alone in the manor, she knew that could only last a short while. She hadn’t even told her family that she would be leaving. The manor would be the first place that they would look and she’d have to go back with them as Nikos had no legal right to her as they were unmarried still. Arete didn’t even stop to think about how a more permanent union between them was not guaranteed and that she shouldn’t be calling manors like this their home while she still lacked his surname. She was so confident that this would one day happen that she thought nothing of using such language in front of servants who didn’t even know who this girl was, let alone why she suddenly felt entitled to such things.
Arete became all too aware of this when she noticed one of the staff members staring at her, forcing her cheeks to flush a bright red crimson. Burying her face into Nikos’s chest, Arete tried to hide her shame and mistake for a moment as she collected her thoughts and took a deep breath in, trying to relax as the familiar and comforting sent of Nikos engulfed her. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to go back. Ever.[/i]” She quietly confessed, just loud enough for Nikos to hear and only Nikos. He knew how much she hated life in Doralis and how ashamed she was of her past given that Arete had basically all, but forbidden Nikos from even meeting her family. It was something that Arete wanted to keep in her past and the mere threat of going back to that was terrifying.
However, the girl was able to pull her wits around herself enough to confirm that maybe going inside was the best plan. After all, they didn’t need the servants staring at them out here in the courtyard. “Maybe this is something we should talk about inside. That cheese and wine does sound good as well….” Obviously Arete was nervous, but she didn’t want this moment of happiness to be marred by her fears. All it would take is a little reassurance from Nikos before she was alright, especially if the distraction that came with the promise of a new bed for them to share were to follow.
It was just up to Nikos now to lead the way.
’Do they not know about me coming here? Nikos, you aren’t expecting me to live in secret here, right? This isn’t Doralis, I can’t hide from your family in our own home!’ Nikos had willingly wrapped his lover in his embrace when she stepped up to him as the stable boy took the horse away. But her words, her response to his suggestion of slipping through the halls to his chambers without being accosted by his family made him frown and pull back, holding her back a bit so he could see her face, his hands on her shoulders. ”Whoa. What are you talking about? No one said anything about sending you away.” Nik glanced about, noticing a servant staring their way. He narrowed his gaze on the maidservant, sending her skittering back to her job. Then the Condos lord guided Arete to the other side of a pillar next to the steps leading up to the main door of the manor. Now they were out of sight just a bit as Arete buried her face in his chest. Nik rubbed her back with one hand and slid his fingers through her hair with the other. ”Retta. What is all this? I though you were happy to be coming here?”
’I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to go back. Ever.
Nikos smiled softly at his lover, pressing a palm to her cheek. ”You need not worry, Retta. Nikos let the favored nickname he used for her roll off his tongue in a husky tone. ”I did write my father. I told him I was bringing you with me. No one is going to sent you back to Doralis. I’ll not have that. You’ve already proven you can’t be trusted to wander the province on your own – getting stuck in a cave and all that.” He chuckled lightly. ”No… no, I want you here with me where I know you are safe. The walls have been built up, and there are more soldiers about. I only wish to not avoid my family because I did not wait for Nikolias’ permission before we arrived.”
’Maybe this is something we should talk about inside. That cheese and wine does sound good as well…’
Nikos’ smile grew wider at this, his blue eyes burned with a mischievous light. ”Excellent. I shall have a servant bring us an ample supply of both. Perhaps some meat and bread as well, yes? I want you all to myself… to help you… properly settle in.” His charming smile edged towards the sly side as he took her hand in his and started for the door, to lead her through the Condos manor and to his private chambers. ”I’ll give you a tour of the manor later,” he told Arete as he navigated the elaborate home. His steps were quick, for in addition to not wishing to see his parents just yet, he was also eager to show his Retta just how much he did want her here…
It didn’t take too long to reach his chambers. He’d stopped a servant along the way and ordered them with a voice of authority to prepare a proper platter of food and wine and bring it to his chambers – not an unusual thing for Nikos to request as he led a woman to his room, so the young man simply bowed and hurried off to do as he was told.
Once in his room, the door closed behind him and Retta, Nikos moved to pull his lover into his arms for a deep and hungry kiss.
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’Do they not know about me coming here? Nikos, you aren’t expecting me to live in secret here, right? This isn’t Doralis, I can’t hide from your family in our own home!’ Nikos had willingly wrapped his lover in his embrace when she stepped up to him as the stable boy took the horse away. But her words, her response to his suggestion of slipping through the halls to his chambers without being accosted by his family made him frown and pull back, holding her back a bit so he could see her face, his hands on her shoulders. ”Whoa. What are you talking about? No one said anything about sending you away.” Nik glanced about, noticing a servant staring their way. He narrowed his gaze on the maidservant, sending her skittering back to her job. Then the Condos lord guided Arete to the other side of a pillar next to the steps leading up to the main door of the manor. Now they were out of sight just a bit as Arete buried her face in his chest. Nik rubbed her back with one hand and slid his fingers through her hair with the other. ”Retta. What is all this? I though you were happy to be coming here?”
’I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to go back. Ever.
Nikos smiled softly at his lover, pressing a palm to her cheek. ”You need not worry, Retta. Nikos let the favored nickname he used for her roll off his tongue in a husky tone. ”I did write my father. I told him I was bringing you with me. No one is going to sent you back to Doralis. I’ll not have that. You’ve already proven you can’t be trusted to wander the province on your own – getting stuck in a cave and all that.” He chuckled lightly. ”No… no, I want you here with me where I know you are safe. The walls have been built up, and there are more soldiers about. I only wish to not avoid my family because I did not wait for Nikolias’ permission before we arrived.”
’Maybe this is something we should talk about inside. That cheese and wine does sound good as well…’
Nikos’ smile grew wider at this, his blue eyes burned with a mischievous light. ”Excellent. I shall have a servant bring us an ample supply of both. Perhaps some meat and bread as well, yes? I want you all to myself… to help you… properly settle in.” His charming smile edged towards the sly side as he took her hand in his and started for the door, to lead her through the Condos manor and to his private chambers. ”I’ll give you a tour of the manor later,” he told Arete as he navigated the elaborate home. His steps were quick, for in addition to not wishing to see his parents just yet, he was also eager to show his Retta just how much he did want her here…
It didn’t take too long to reach his chambers. He’d stopped a servant along the way and ordered them with a voice of authority to prepare a proper platter of food and wine and bring it to his chambers – not an unusual thing for Nikos to request as he led a woman to his room, so the young man simply bowed and hurried off to do as he was told.
Once in his room, the door closed behind him and Retta, Nikos moved to pull his lover into his arms for a deep and hungry kiss.
’Do they not know about me coming here? Nikos, you aren’t expecting me to live in secret here, right? This isn’t Doralis, I can’t hide from your family in our own home!’ Nikos had willingly wrapped his lover in his embrace when she stepped up to him as the stable boy took the horse away. But her words, her response to his suggestion of slipping through the halls to his chambers without being accosted by his family made him frown and pull back, holding her back a bit so he could see her face, his hands on her shoulders. ”Whoa. What are you talking about? No one said anything about sending you away.” Nik glanced about, noticing a servant staring their way. He narrowed his gaze on the maidservant, sending her skittering back to her job. Then the Condos lord guided Arete to the other side of a pillar next to the steps leading up to the main door of the manor. Now they were out of sight just a bit as Arete buried her face in his chest. Nik rubbed her back with one hand and slid his fingers through her hair with the other. ”Retta. What is all this? I though you were happy to be coming here?”
’I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to go back. Ever.
Nikos smiled softly at his lover, pressing a palm to her cheek. ”You need not worry, Retta. Nikos let the favored nickname he used for her roll off his tongue in a husky tone. ”I did write my father. I told him I was bringing you with me. No one is going to sent you back to Doralis. I’ll not have that. You’ve already proven you can’t be trusted to wander the province on your own – getting stuck in a cave and all that.” He chuckled lightly. ”No… no, I want you here with me where I know you are safe. The walls have been built up, and there are more soldiers about. I only wish to not avoid my family because I did not wait for Nikolias’ permission before we arrived.”
’Maybe this is something we should talk about inside. That cheese and wine does sound good as well…’
Nikos’ smile grew wider at this, his blue eyes burned with a mischievous light. ”Excellent. I shall have a servant bring us an ample supply of both. Perhaps some meat and bread as well, yes? I want you all to myself… to help you… properly settle in.” His charming smile edged towards the sly side as he took her hand in his and started for the door, to lead her through the Condos manor and to his private chambers. ”I’ll give you a tour of the manor later,” he told Arete as he navigated the elaborate home. His steps were quick, for in addition to not wishing to see his parents just yet, he was also eager to show his Retta just how much he did want her here…
It didn’t take too long to reach his chambers. He’d stopped a servant along the way and ordered them with a voice of authority to prepare a proper platter of food and wine and bring it to his chambers – not an unusual thing for Nikos to request as he led a woman to his room, so the young man simply bowed and hurried off to do as he was told.
Once in his room, the door closed behind him and Retta, Nikos moved to pull his lover into his arms for a deep and hungry kiss.
Wrapping her arms around his chest, Retta pulled her Niky close. Although this meant that the poor girl was trapped between both the stone and living pillars, she really didn’t mind. Being this close to her lover made her feel safe as he reassured her that everything would be alright, that she wouldn’t need to return to her life in Doralis where the dirt was worth more than her. Staying silent, just drinking at the moment in its entirety as she felt his strong heartbeat thrumming gently in her ears, her favorite lullaby, she showed her gratitude by squeezing him tighter whenever he finished his loving words, promising that she would be alright here. The walls were built up around Taengea and the entire city was teeming with soldiers. Neither the war nor the horrors of her old life will be able to touch her here.
Nikos didn’t know how much that truly meant to her. With such heightened protection, there really wasn’t anywhere else on earth that was nearly as safe as this place was for the girl who just wanted a better life for herself. Although the soldiers were meant to keep the Egyptians away, she knew that it would inadvertently keep her uncaring parents away as well. They valued her so little that they would not be willing to cross a soldier to get her back -- if they wanted her back in the first place. Arete might have been one of the more skilled artisans in her family, but she was gone so frequently to be in Nikos’s company, that her value for the family had diminished greatly in the past few years. It would not be that far-fetched to believe that they might celebrate her disappearance from the province as the grand news of there being one less mouth to feed.
She knew that families weren’t supposed to act this way. That mothers and fathers were supposed to see the best in their children -- as Nikolias did for the wonderful man before her-- but that had just never been the case for her family. The children were just dollar signs to her parents. How much money could they bring in? How much did it cost to keep them alive? It was a nightmare to live in, but now she had her way out via her Niky. She didn’t want to give it up for anything. Not when the alternative was being a pottery slave until she died of starvation.
Her lover managed to coax a small laugh out of Arete when he mentioned that one time that his girlfriend had managed to get herself trapped in a rockslide with some other strange Judean man. That had been quite an experience, to say the least. “You say that as if I had gone looking for trouble Niky.” She muttered into his warm embrace. Glancing up she could see that they both had the same mischievous smile etched on their faces as they remembered that terrifying day. In truth, Arete had thought that she was going to die in that cave. Luckily, though she had thought a way out along with her mysterious companion and savior. “Though I think you were just jealous of Isaiah, weren’t you?” She lightly teased as her fingers began to draw indescribable shapes over his chest. There was no rhyme or reason to it, Retta just wanted to raise the goosebumps under his skin and warm his blood for the fun that was to come. Arete liked to tease Nikos. Making him jealous was one of her favorite games to play as that promised that the sex that came afterward would be all the more fun. There was nothing quite like feeling Niky claim her as his own, after all.
Hoping to bring this side out of him, Arete continued the featherlight touches as she leaned up towards his ears. “Just think of all the things we could have done had you been in that cave with me… All the things I could have done with Isaiah without you there…” Now she was really playing with fire as her Niky swept her up and started leading the way to his bedroom so the Lord of Condos could show her what he really thought about this game that Retta seemed intent in continuing. The simple truth was that Arete had done nothing. Her time in that cave had been completely innocent -- save for the few attempts she made at flirting. (Hey, if she was going to die, she’d rather it be in someone’s arms than all alone.) However, that had failed miserably. Something about him being married. Either way, Retta knew that her time in death’s sight had been harmless, Nikos really didn’t know that.
Giggling brightly, all threats of her family finding her being chased from her mind, Arete let Nikos lead the way to their new bedchamber as he made promises that he would help her ‘settle’ in. That would be a rather hard thing to do if the bed was broken once they were done, wasn’t it? Ah well, that would be a problem that would be dealt with later, wouldn’t it? After all, the two lovebirds had far more pressing matters, like the fact that the two of them had gone five minutes without kissing. That was the real travesty that had to be dealt with, wasn’t it?
Luckily for Arete, this was something that Niky was intent on fixing the moment that the door closed behind them. Arete felt herself being lightly guided to the wall as her lover leaned in for a hungry, longing kiss that made it clear what exactly was on her lover’s mind. Retta grinned against it before diving in as well. With the wall offering some form of support, she could afford to not hold back as she conveyed her gratitude for Nikos moving her to the capital like this as she nipped and bit at his lower lip, trying to convince him to open up to her eager mouth to explore. However, before Arete could indulge in the prize that was the man before her, the poor girl came up for air, allowing her to clear her head and glance around the room for the first time. Given that this was the bedchamber of the rightful Prince of Taengea (not those Mikaelidas brats currently housed up in the palati) it was much grander than their rooms in Doralis, but Arete had expected as much. She had been given a bit of free reign to decorate that space how she wished, but she had never touched these rooms. Only those with a naturally finer palate than hers had done so and it clearly showed. There was glittering gold everywhere. Had Arete not been in a frenzied state of mind with her mind so focused on breaking in that luxurious bed, she might have gawped at the space.
Instead, her eyes locked in on a single plush chair that was perfect for the sort of thing that Arete wanted to do to get her partner in the mood. Pushing them both off the wall, Arete motioned her head towards the seat as she whispered in that low sultry tone that she knew drove her Niky absolutely wild as her featherlight touch ran across his collarbone. “My Prince should take a seat. He’s had such a long day, you know and the show is about to begin…” There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as her hand drew away from Niky and moved towards the pin of her dress. However, she did not pull the fabric free. Not yet at least. She wouldn’t until her lover had gotten comfortable in his chair (preferably without his pesky) clothes so Arete could show him just how much he truly meant to her. It was the least she could do for her lover, after all. He had given her so much that a little strip show for his eyes only was the least that she could do to repay him...
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Wrapping her arms around his chest, Retta pulled her Niky close. Although this meant that the poor girl was trapped between both the stone and living pillars, she really didn’t mind. Being this close to her lover made her feel safe as he reassured her that everything would be alright, that she wouldn’t need to return to her life in Doralis where the dirt was worth more than her. Staying silent, just drinking at the moment in its entirety as she felt his strong heartbeat thrumming gently in her ears, her favorite lullaby, she showed her gratitude by squeezing him tighter whenever he finished his loving words, promising that she would be alright here. The walls were built up around Taengea and the entire city was teeming with soldiers. Neither the war nor the horrors of her old life will be able to touch her here.
Nikos didn’t know how much that truly meant to her. With such heightened protection, there really wasn’t anywhere else on earth that was nearly as safe as this place was for the girl who just wanted a better life for herself. Although the soldiers were meant to keep the Egyptians away, she knew that it would inadvertently keep her uncaring parents away as well. They valued her so little that they would not be willing to cross a soldier to get her back -- if they wanted her back in the first place. Arete might have been one of the more skilled artisans in her family, but she was gone so frequently to be in Nikos’s company, that her value for the family had diminished greatly in the past few years. It would not be that far-fetched to believe that they might celebrate her disappearance from the province as the grand news of there being one less mouth to feed.
She knew that families weren’t supposed to act this way. That mothers and fathers were supposed to see the best in their children -- as Nikolias did for the wonderful man before her-- but that had just never been the case for her family. The children were just dollar signs to her parents. How much money could they bring in? How much did it cost to keep them alive? It was a nightmare to live in, but now she had her way out via her Niky. She didn’t want to give it up for anything. Not when the alternative was being a pottery slave until she died of starvation.
Her lover managed to coax a small laugh out of Arete when he mentioned that one time that his girlfriend had managed to get herself trapped in a rockslide with some other strange Judean man. That had been quite an experience, to say the least. “You say that as if I had gone looking for trouble Niky.” She muttered into his warm embrace. Glancing up she could see that they both had the same mischievous smile etched on their faces as they remembered that terrifying day. In truth, Arete had thought that she was going to die in that cave. Luckily, though she had thought a way out along with her mysterious companion and savior. “Though I think you were just jealous of Isaiah, weren’t you?” She lightly teased as her fingers began to draw indescribable shapes over his chest. There was no rhyme or reason to it, Retta just wanted to raise the goosebumps under his skin and warm his blood for the fun that was to come. Arete liked to tease Nikos. Making him jealous was one of her favorite games to play as that promised that the sex that came afterward would be all the more fun. There was nothing quite like feeling Niky claim her as his own, after all.
Hoping to bring this side out of him, Arete continued the featherlight touches as she leaned up towards his ears. “Just think of all the things we could have done had you been in that cave with me… All the things I could have done with Isaiah without you there…” Now she was really playing with fire as her Niky swept her up and started leading the way to his bedroom so the Lord of Condos could show her what he really thought about this game that Retta seemed intent in continuing. The simple truth was that Arete had done nothing. Her time in that cave had been completely innocent -- save for the few attempts she made at flirting. (Hey, if she was going to die, she’d rather it be in someone’s arms than all alone.) However, that had failed miserably. Something about him being married. Either way, Retta knew that her time in death’s sight had been harmless, Nikos really didn’t know that.
Giggling brightly, all threats of her family finding her being chased from her mind, Arete let Nikos lead the way to their new bedchamber as he made promises that he would help her ‘settle’ in. That would be a rather hard thing to do if the bed was broken once they were done, wasn’t it? Ah well, that would be a problem that would be dealt with later, wouldn’t it? After all, the two lovebirds had far more pressing matters, like the fact that the two of them had gone five minutes without kissing. That was the real travesty that had to be dealt with, wasn’t it?
Luckily for Arete, this was something that Niky was intent on fixing the moment that the door closed behind them. Arete felt herself being lightly guided to the wall as her lover leaned in for a hungry, longing kiss that made it clear what exactly was on her lover’s mind. Retta grinned against it before diving in as well. With the wall offering some form of support, she could afford to not hold back as she conveyed her gratitude for Nikos moving her to the capital like this as she nipped and bit at his lower lip, trying to convince him to open up to her eager mouth to explore. However, before Arete could indulge in the prize that was the man before her, the poor girl came up for air, allowing her to clear her head and glance around the room for the first time. Given that this was the bedchamber of the rightful Prince of Taengea (not those Mikaelidas brats currently housed up in the palati) it was much grander than their rooms in Doralis, but Arete had expected as much. She had been given a bit of free reign to decorate that space how she wished, but she had never touched these rooms. Only those with a naturally finer palate than hers had done so and it clearly showed. There was glittering gold everywhere. Had Arete not been in a frenzied state of mind with her mind so focused on breaking in that luxurious bed, she might have gawped at the space.
Instead, her eyes locked in on a single plush chair that was perfect for the sort of thing that Arete wanted to do to get her partner in the mood. Pushing them both off the wall, Arete motioned her head towards the seat as she whispered in that low sultry tone that she knew drove her Niky absolutely wild as her featherlight touch ran across his collarbone. “My Prince should take a seat. He’s had such a long day, you know and the show is about to begin…” There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as her hand drew away from Niky and moved towards the pin of her dress. However, she did not pull the fabric free. Not yet at least. She wouldn’t until her lover had gotten comfortable in his chair (preferably without his pesky) clothes so Arete could show him just how much he truly meant to her. It was the least she could do for her lover, after all. He had given her so much that a little strip show for his eyes only was the least that she could do to repay him...
Wrapping her arms around his chest, Retta pulled her Niky close. Although this meant that the poor girl was trapped between both the stone and living pillars, she really didn’t mind. Being this close to her lover made her feel safe as he reassured her that everything would be alright, that she wouldn’t need to return to her life in Doralis where the dirt was worth more than her. Staying silent, just drinking at the moment in its entirety as she felt his strong heartbeat thrumming gently in her ears, her favorite lullaby, she showed her gratitude by squeezing him tighter whenever he finished his loving words, promising that she would be alright here. The walls were built up around Taengea and the entire city was teeming with soldiers. Neither the war nor the horrors of her old life will be able to touch her here.
Nikos didn’t know how much that truly meant to her. With such heightened protection, there really wasn’t anywhere else on earth that was nearly as safe as this place was for the girl who just wanted a better life for herself. Although the soldiers were meant to keep the Egyptians away, she knew that it would inadvertently keep her uncaring parents away as well. They valued her so little that they would not be willing to cross a soldier to get her back -- if they wanted her back in the first place. Arete might have been one of the more skilled artisans in her family, but she was gone so frequently to be in Nikos’s company, that her value for the family had diminished greatly in the past few years. It would not be that far-fetched to believe that they might celebrate her disappearance from the province as the grand news of there being one less mouth to feed.
She knew that families weren’t supposed to act this way. That mothers and fathers were supposed to see the best in their children -- as Nikolias did for the wonderful man before her-- but that had just never been the case for her family. The children were just dollar signs to her parents. How much money could they bring in? How much did it cost to keep them alive? It was a nightmare to live in, but now she had her way out via her Niky. She didn’t want to give it up for anything. Not when the alternative was being a pottery slave until she died of starvation.
Her lover managed to coax a small laugh out of Arete when he mentioned that one time that his girlfriend had managed to get herself trapped in a rockslide with some other strange Judean man. That had been quite an experience, to say the least. “You say that as if I had gone looking for trouble Niky.” She muttered into his warm embrace. Glancing up she could see that they both had the same mischievous smile etched on their faces as they remembered that terrifying day. In truth, Arete had thought that she was going to die in that cave. Luckily, though she had thought a way out along with her mysterious companion and savior. “Though I think you were just jealous of Isaiah, weren’t you?” She lightly teased as her fingers began to draw indescribable shapes over his chest. There was no rhyme or reason to it, Retta just wanted to raise the goosebumps under his skin and warm his blood for the fun that was to come. Arete liked to tease Nikos. Making him jealous was one of her favorite games to play as that promised that the sex that came afterward would be all the more fun. There was nothing quite like feeling Niky claim her as his own, after all.
Hoping to bring this side out of him, Arete continued the featherlight touches as she leaned up towards his ears. “Just think of all the things we could have done had you been in that cave with me… All the things I could have done with Isaiah without you there…” Now she was really playing with fire as her Niky swept her up and started leading the way to his bedroom so the Lord of Condos could show her what he really thought about this game that Retta seemed intent in continuing. The simple truth was that Arete had done nothing. Her time in that cave had been completely innocent -- save for the few attempts she made at flirting. (Hey, if she was going to die, she’d rather it be in someone’s arms than all alone.) However, that had failed miserably. Something about him being married. Either way, Retta knew that her time in death’s sight had been harmless, Nikos really didn’t know that.
Giggling brightly, all threats of her family finding her being chased from her mind, Arete let Nikos lead the way to their new bedchamber as he made promises that he would help her ‘settle’ in. That would be a rather hard thing to do if the bed was broken once they were done, wasn’t it? Ah well, that would be a problem that would be dealt with later, wouldn’t it? After all, the two lovebirds had far more pressing matters, like the fact that the two of them had gone five minutes without kissing. That was the real travesty that had to be dealt with, wasn’t it?
Luckily for Arete, this was something that Niky was intent on fixing the moment that the door closed behind them. Arete felt herself being lightly guided to the wall as her lover leaned in for a hungry, longing kiss that made it clear what exactly was on her lover’s mind. Retta grinned against it before diving in as well. With the wall offering some form of support, she could afford to not hold back as she conveyed her gratitude for Nikos moving her to the capital like this as she nipped and bit at his lower lip, trying to convince him to open up to her eager mouth to explore. However, before Arete could indulge in the prize that was the man before her, the poor girl came up for air, allowing her to clear her head and glance around the room for the first time. Given that this was the bedchamber of the rightful Prince of Taengea (not those Mikaelidas brats currently housed up in the palati) it was much grander than their rooms in Doralis, but Arete had expected as much. She had been given a bit of free reign to decorate that space how she wished, but she had never touched these rooms. Only those with a naturally finer palate than hers had done so and it clearly showed. There was glittering gold everywhere. Had Arete not been in a frenzied state of mind with her mind so focused on breaking in that luxurious bed, she might have gawped at the space.
Instead, her eyes locked in on a single plush chair that was perfect for the sort of thing that Arete wanted to do to get her partner in the mood. Pushing them both off the wall, Arete motioned her head towards the seat as she whispered in that low sultry tone that she knew drove her Niky absolutely wild as her featherlight touch ran across his collarbone. “My Prince should take a seat. He’s had such a long day, you know and the show is about to begin…” There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as her hand drew away from Niky and moved towards the pin of her dress. However, she did not pull the fabric free. Not yet at least. She wouldn’t until her lover had gotten comfortable in his chair (preferably without his pesky) clothes so Arete could show him just how much he truly meant to her. It was the least she could do for her lover, after all. He had given her so much that a little strip show for his eyes only was the least that she could do to repay him...
’You say that as if I had gone looking for trouble Niky. Though I think you were just jealous of Isaiah, weren’t you?’ When Nikos had learned that Arete had been alone in a cave with another man… He had to admit that it struck a nerve with him. It’s not that he minded Arete being with other men, per se. It’s that he preferred to get to watch, to have the ability to step in and take her for himself when his arousal became too much. So yes, he had lost it a little bit when he’d learned about Isaiah. And she brought this up, Nikos’ bright blue eyes narrowed on her. But Arete’s featherlike caressing of his chest through his chiton, did much to temper that ire. ”Maybe a little…” ’ Just think of all the things we could have done had you been in that cave with me… All the things I could have done with Isaiah without you there…’ A low growl had issued from and the Condos lord waisted no time in dragged his mistress through the corridors of the manor to his personal chambers where they might be alone. Thankfully they were not accosted by any of his family along the way. Nikos could deal with the inquiries that were sure to come later that evening, or even the next morning. The only thing Nikos wanted to attend to right now what his growing need to be wrapped in Arete’s wet warmth.
Now, in his rooms, along with her, Nikos claimed her lips and pinned her to the wall next to the closed door. He felt her responding to his touch – so eager and willing. Always so willing. It made him grin against her lips even as his tongue delved in to dance with hers. She bit his lip playfully and he knew what she wanted. He’d learned her little cues like that over the last few years. He groaned and opened his mouth more fully, tasting her and letting her taste him.
Arete pulled back all too soon, he wasn’t done playing with her. But he knew she needed to catch her breath, so he bent his head and trailed hot and biting kisses down her neck. Just as he was reaching her shoulder and had brought a hand up to tug the fabric of her peplos aside, the woman he was intent on ravishing pushed him back and slipped out from between him and the wall. His eyes grew dark with hunger as he turned to pull her back in, ”Retta… don’t deny me,” he started with a growl, only for her to interrupt…
’My Prince should take a seat. He’s had such a long day, you know, and the show is about to begin.’
Nikos look to the lush red upholstered lounge she indicated, his intrigue clearly showing on his face. A slow wicked smile turned up the corners of his mouth. The proud lord did so love when she called him Prince. He should be the prince. His father should have been king; Nikos had always been clear on his feelings of his family being denied the line of succession. Arete’s support of his claim and quest for the crown was icing on the cake to everything else he enjoyed about her.
Nik leaned on the wall where his lover had been moments before, watching and admiring that glint in her eyes and the tease of her beginning to remove her clothes. He laughed low, a wicked sort of sound, and pushed off the wall. ”You know how much I adore a good show.” He shrugged out of his own chiton as he moved across the room to recline on the chaise, his arm slung over the back and one leg stretched out before him with the other hanging down to allow his foot to remain on the floor – his hardened body now fully revealed. He turned a raking hungry gaze upon his Retta, waiting for her to continue.
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’You say that as if I had gone looking for trouble Niky. Though I think you were just jealous of Isaiah, weren’t you?’ When Nikos had learned that Arete had been alone in a cave with another man… He had to admit that it struck a nerve with him. It’s not that he minded Arete being with other men, per se. It’s that he preferred to get to watch, to have the ability to step in and take her for himself when his arousal became too much. So yes, he had lost it a little bit when he’d learned about Isaiah. And she brought this up, Nikos’ bright blue eyes narrowed on her. But Arete’s featherlike caressing of his chest through his chiton, did much to temper that ire. ”Maybe a little…” ’ Just think of all the things we could have done had you been in that cave with me… All the things I could have done with Isaiah without you there…’ A low growl had issued from and the Condos lord waisted no time in dragged his mistress through the corridors of the manor to his personal chambers where they might be alone. Thankfully they were not accosted by any of his family along the way. Nikos could deal with the inquiries that were sure to come later that evening, or even the next morning. The only thing Nikos wanted to attend to right now what his growing need to be wrapped in Arete’s wet warmth.
Now, in his rooms, along with her, Nikos claimed her lips and pinned her to the wall next to the closed door. He felt her responding to his touch – so eager and willing. Always so willing. It made him grin against her lips even as his tongue delved in to dance with hers. She bit his lip playfully and he knew what she wanted. He’d learned her little cues like that over the last few years. He groaned and opened his mouth more fully, tasting her and letting her taste him.
Arete pulled back all too soon, he wasn’t done playing with her. But he knew she needed to catch her breath, so he bent his head and trailed hot and biting kisses down her neck. Just as he was reaching her shoulder and had brought a hand up to tug the fabric of her peplos aside, the woman he was intent on ravishing pushed him back and slipped out from between him and the wall. His eyes grew dark with hunger as he turned to pull her back in, ”Retta… don’t deny me,” he started with a growl, only for her to interrupt…
’My Prince should take a seat. He’s had such a long day, you know, and the show is about to begin.’
Nikos look to the lush red upholstered lounge she indicated, his intrigue clearly showing on his face. A slow wicked smile turned up the corners of his mouth. The proud lord did so love when she called him Prince. He should be the prince. His father should have been king; Nikos had always been clear on his feelings of his family being denied the line of succession. Arete’s support of his claim and quest for the crown was icing on the cake to everything else he enjoyed about her.
Nik leaned on the wall where his lover had been moments before, watching and admiring that glint in her eyes and the tease of her beginning to remove her clothes. He laughed low, a wicked sort of sound, and pushed off the wall. ”You know how much I adore a good show.” He shrugged out of his own chiton as he moved across the room to recline on the chaise, his arm slung over the back and one leg stretched out before him with the other hanging down to allow his foot to remain on the floor – his hardened body now fully revealed. He turned a raking hungry gaze upon his Retta, waiting for her to continue.
’You say that as if I had gone looking for trouble Niky. Though I think you were just jealous of Isaiah, weren’t you?’ When Nikos had learned that Arete had been alone in a cave with another man… He had to admit that it struck a nerve with him. It’s not that he minded Arete being with other men, per se. It’s that he preferred to get to watch, to have the ability to step in and take her for himself when his arousal became too much. So yes, he had lost it a little bit when he’d learned about Isaiah. And she brought this up, Nikos’ bright blue eyes narrowed on her. But Arete’s featherlike caressing of his chest through his chiton, did much to temper that ire. ”Maybe a little…” ’ Just think of all the things we could have done had you been in that cave with me… All the things I could have done with Isaiah without you there…’ A low growl had issued from and the Condos lord waisted no time in dragged his mistress through the corridors of the manor to his personal chambers where they might be alone. Thankfully they were not accosted by any of his family along the way. Nikos could deal with the inquiries that were sure to come later that evening, or even the next morning. The only thing Nikos wanted to attend to right now what his growing need to be wrapped in Arete’s wet warmth.
Now, in his rooms, along with her, Nikos claimed her lips and pinned her to the wall next to the closed door. He felt her responding to his touch – so eager and willing. Always so willing. It made him grin against her lips even as his tongue delved in to dance with hers. She bit his lip playfully and he knew what she wanted. He’d learned her little cues like that over the last few years. He groaned and opened his mouth more fully, tasting her and letting her taste him.
Arete pulled back all too soon, he wasn’t done playing with her. But he knew she needed to catch her breath, so he bent his head and trailed hot and biting kisses down her neck. Just as he was reaching her shoulder and had brought a hand up to tug the fabric of her peplos aside, the woman he was intent on ravishing pushed him back and slipped out from between him and the wall. His eyes grew dark with hunger as he turned to pull her back in, ”Retta… don’t deny me,” he started with a growl, only for her to interrupt…
’My Prince should take a seat. He’s had such a long day, you know, and the show is about to begin.’
Nikos look to the lush red upholstered lounge she indicated, his intrigue clearly showing on his face. A slow wicked smile turned up the corners of his mouth. The proud lord did so love when she called him Prince. He should be the prince. His father should have been king; Nikos had always been clear on his feelings of his family being denied the line of succession. Arete’s support of his claim and quest for the crown was icing on the cake to everything else he enjoyed about her.
Nik leaned on the wall where his lover had been moments before, watching and admiring that glint in her eyes and the tease of her beginning to remove her clothes. He laughed low, a wicked sort of sound, and pushed off the wall. ”You know how much I adore a good show.” He shrugged out of his own chiton as he moved across the room to recline on the chaise, his arm slung over the back and one leg stretched out before him with the other hanging down to allow his foot to remain on the floor – his hardened body now fully revealed. He turned a raking hungry gaze upon his Retta, waiting for her to continue.
Sometimes Arete couldn’t believe how easy it was to drive Niky absolutely crazy with lust. All she had done was tease him a bit with both her caresses and words, but now he was panting in her ear like a hungry wolf, ready to make the kill. She could also see it in his eyes as the merchant’s daughter lightly pushed him off of her as she encouraged her Condos Lord to take a seat. Even in the darkness of the room, not even lit by the flicker of a single candle, Arete could see that ravenous glint in his eyes as he processed the fact that she had told him that he needed to wait. This wasn’t something that her lover heard very often, being the spoiled only son of a prominent Lord and all, but Retta was one of the few people who could just barely get away with it.
That much was made clear through the low growl Niky offered, echoing around the shuttered room and sending a deep chill into Retta’s bones. However, it wasn’t something that scared her as the shivers ricocheted within her. Instead, it thrilled her. His words had been a warning, a reminder of who dictated the tune that the two of them would dance to tonight as they celebrated the first evening of what was sure to be a long and happy life together. Any other girl who might have entered this chamber for the first time might how cowered in the face of such words. After all, they would not know what to expect from this lord who had a reputation of bedding his whores and dumping them outside in the early hours of the morning -- but Arete held no such fears. She had learned long ago what made Nikos tick, what buttons she could and could not push, but most importantly, she knew where the line of lustful fun and going too far lay. Her Niky might think that he had certain ideas of how much he’d allow his Retta to tease him tonight, but she knew that this was the one dance she’d set the measure for.
A part of her ached to give in to his words, his promise of what would happen if she ceded complete control to Nikos after reminding him of the cave-in incident and seeing all riled up like this. Truly, nothing had happened that day. Isaiah was a married man who apparently thought that slowly suffocating to death was not a good enough reason to enjoy one last bout of carnal pleasure before meeting Thanatos. Why? Arete didn’t know. He must have been crazy, but that didn’t mean that Nikos knew this as well. No matter how many times Arete promised him that nothing had happened, he was still convinced that she had done something with him in that cave and it always seemed to stoke him into a jealous rage. This was completely fine by her as that jealously and need to claim her as solely his territory, making sure that the next coupling was even more hot and delicious as it usually was. Truly if she was not afraid that constantly mentioning potential lovers would dull the fun that came later, she would bring these boys up more often. Why wouldn’t she, after all, when it ensured that she would be tossed onto the bed so Nikos would roughly take what had been promised to him.
Only to him.
Even though the mere thought conjured a small whimper in the girl as she bit her lip, the girl resolved herself to keep them playing this little game she was enjoying so much. There would be other nights she could send him into a jealous rage. Tonight would have to be, it would have be special as it was the first night of the rest of there lives. That promise that this evening would be a fond memory that she would look upon for years to come was the only thing that kept her resolve together and pushed herself to keep up this teasing game. She would also readily admit that Nikos made it easier on her by deciding to rid himself of his clothes in the process. She stood still, transfixed by the image of seeing that bright fabric pool at her lover’s feet. Not to mention finally getting to catch a glimpse of her prize after a long day of traveling from the provinces to the capital, standing proud and tall as both he and the lord waited for Arete to get a move on.
Never being one to disappoint, Retta stepped forward as she toyed with the various pins keeping her peplos upright. One by one the few bonds that kept the draping fabric together were removed as Retta moved from the right to the left shoulder. Not that Nikos got to see the full show. Since teasing was the name of the game this evening, Arete was sure to deny Nikos the occasional glance at her by moving behind the plush chair. Gentle arms moving across his torso as she moved kept him in place as well, preventing him from turning around and seeing the full show as she practically danced around him, giggling the whole while. Although the girl would like to think of herself as a dancer and the sheer amount of heat radiating off both of their nearly bare bodies as only Arete’s left half was obscured now… her stipping skills left something to be desired. As skilled as she was with satisfying men, it was more than clear that she was used to hard, fast, and rough rather than anything gentle and loving like this.
Not that it mattered though. With one final pin loosened behind the lord and a light whoosh of fabric cascading to the floor, the show came to an end. Now bare for her Nikos to see, Arete stepped forward and allowed him a moment to drink in her image, but nothing more. She swatted his hand away at any attempt to touch. A sly smirk appeared at the corner of her lips at this, knowing full well that she was breaking the one rule that Nikos had that Arete was not to deny her lover what he wanted. However, the girl was fairly certain her lover would forgive her few seconds of transgressions.
At least he would when Arete found herself on her knees on the all too familiar place between his legs. This wasn’t something that she particularly enjoyed, but she had no real issues with doing it as long as it made Nikos happy and more inclined to ensure that her own pleasure would not be forgotten later. There was a chance that it would, but Arete had a certain way of reminding her lover if he got too off track. For now though? This was about him. Arete was merely showing her gratitude for plucking her out of the muck and bringing her to the capital to be the shining jewel at his side.
Teasing him with a pepper trail of kisses up his thigh, Arete avoided her prize for a moment, hoping to draw some of those lovely desperate noises out of Nikos as she settled in and got comfortable. When she finally thought that they were both ready for the fireworks within Nikos that were soon to come, Arete glanced back up at him with the large doe eyes that would likely drive him crazy as she quietly muttered the last thing she would be able to say before taking him into her mouth and continued to tease with slow movements. She was certain that this would not last long as Nikos would likely be more than ready to speed things along and end her torturous teasing, but then maybe he might be distracted by her words as well. Arete though she knew her lover, but he could very easily surprise her once the simple phrase tumbled from her mouth and into the cold air being warmed by their lust, “Thank you, my prince."
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Sometimes Arete couldn’t believe how easy it was to drive Niky absolutely crazy with lust. All she had done was tease him a bit with both her caresses and words, but now he was panting in her ear like a hungry wolf, ready to make the kill. She could also see it in his eyes as the merchant’s daughter lightly pushed him off of her as she encouraged her Condos Lord to take a seat. Even in the darkness of the room, not even lit by the flicker of a single candle, Arete could see that ravenous glint in his eyes as he processed the fact that she had told him that he needed to wait. This wasn’t something that her lover heard very often, being the spoiled only son of a prominent Lord and all, but Retta was one of the few people who could just barely get away with it.
That much was made clear through the low growl Niky offered, echoing around the shuttered room and sending a deep chill into Retta’s bones. However, it wasn’t something that scared her as the shivers ricocheted within her. Instead, it thrilled her. His words had been a warning, a reminder of who dictated the tune that the two of them would dance to tonight as they celebrated the first evening of what was sure to be a long and happy life together. Any other girl who might have entered this chamber for the first time might how cowered in the face of such words. After all, they would not know what to expect from this lord who had a reputation of bedding his whores and dumping them outside in the early hours of the morning -- but Arete held no such fears. She had learned long ago what made Nikos tick, what buttons she could and could not push, but most importantly, she knew where the line of lustful fun and going too far lay. Her Niky might think that he had certain ideas of how much he’d allow his Retta to tease him tonight, but she knew that this was the one dance she’d set the measure for.
A part of her ached to give in to his words, his promise of what would happen if she ceded complete control to Nikos after reminding him of the cave-in incident and seeing all riled up like this. Truly, nothing had happened that day. Isaiah was a married man who apparently thought that slowly suffocating to death was not a good enough reason to enjoy one last bout of carnal pleasure before meeting Thanatos. Why? Arete didn’t know. He must have been crazy, but that didn’t mean that Nikos knew this as well. No matter how many times Arete promised him that nothing had happened, he was still convinced that she had done something with him in that cave and it always seemed to stoke him into a jealous rage. This was completely fine by her as that jealously and need to claim her as solely his territory, making sure that the next coupling was even more hot and delicious as it usually was. Truly if she was not afraid that constantly mentioning potential lovers would dull the fun that came later, she would bring these boys up more often. Why wouldn’t she, after all, when it ensured that she would be tossed onto the bed so Nikos would roughly take what had been promised to him.
Only to him.
Even though the mere thought conjured a small whimper in the girl as she bit her lip, the girl resolved herself to keep them playing this little game she was enjoying so much. There would be other nights she could send him into a jealous rage. Tonight would have to be, it would have be special as it was the first night of the rest of there lives. That promise that this evening would be a fond memory that she would look upon for years to come was the only thing that kept her resolve together and pushed herself to keep up this teasing game. She would also readily admit that Nikos made it easier on her by deciding to rid himself of his clothes in the process. She stood still, transfixed by the image of seeing that bright fabric pool at her lover’s feet. Not to mention finally getting to catch a glimpse of her prize after a long day of traveling from the provinces to the capital, standing proud and tall as both he and the lord waited for Arete to get a move on.
Never being one to disappoint, Retta stepped forward as she toyed with the various pins keeping her peplos upright. One by one the few bonds that kept the draping fabric together were removed as Retta moved from the right to the left shoulder. Not that Nikos got to see the full show. Since teasing was the name of the game this evening, Arete was sure to deny Nikos the occasional glance at her by moving behind the plush chair. Gentle arms moving across his torso as she moved kept him in place as well, preventing him from turning around and seeing the full show as she practically danced around him, giggling the whole while. Although the girl would like to think of herself as a dancer and the sheer amount of heat radiating off both of their nearly bare bodies as only Arete’s left half was obscured now… her stipping skills left something to be desired. As skilled as she was with satisfying men, it was more than clear that she was used to hard, fast, and rough rather than anything gentle and loving like this.
Not that it mattered though. With one final pin loosened behind the lord and a light whoosh of fabric cascading to the floor, the show came to an end. Now bare for her Nikos to see, Arete stepped forward and allowed him a moment to drink in her image, but nothing more. She swatted his hand away at any attempt to touch. A sly smirk appeared at the corner of her lips at this, knowing full well that she was breaking the one rule that Nikos had that Arete was not to deny her lover what he wanted. However, the girl was fairly certain her lover would forgive her few seconds of transgressions.
At least he would when Arete found herself on her knees on the all too familiar place between his legs. This wasn’t something that she particularly enjoyed, but she had no real issues with doing it as long as it made Nikos happy and more inclined to ensure that her own pleasure would not be forgotten later. There was a chance that it would, but Arete had a certain way of reminding her lover if he got too off track. For now though? This was about him. Arete was merely showing her gratitude for plucking her out of the muck and bringing her to the capital to be the shining jewel at his side.
Teasing him with a pepper trail of kisses up his thigh, Arete avoided her prize for a moment, hoping to draw some of those lovely desperate noises out of Nikos as she settled in and got comfortable. When she finally thought that they were both ready for the fireworks within Nikos that were soon to come, Arete glanced back up at him with the large doe eyes that would likely drive him crazy as she quietly muttered the last thing she would be able to say before taking him into her mouth and continued to tease with slow movements. She was certain that this would not last long as Nikos would likely be more than ready to speed things along and end her torturous teasing, but then maybe he might be distracted by her words as well. Arete though she knew her lover, but he could very easily surprise her once the simple phrase tumbled from her mouth and into the cold air being warmed by their lust, “Thank you, my prince."
Sometimes Arete couldn’t believe how easy it was to drive Niky absolutely crazy with lust. All she had done was tease him a bit with both her caresses and words, but now he was panting in her ear like a hungry wolf, ready to make the kill. She could also see it in his eyes as the merchant’s daughter lightly pushed him off of her as she encouraged her Condos Lord to take a seat. Even in the darkness of the room, not even lit by the flicker of a single candle, Arete could see that ravenous glint in his eyes as he processed the fact that she had told him that he needed to wait. This wasn’t something that her lover heard very often, being the spoiled only son of a prominent Lord and all, but Retta was one of the few people who could just barely get away with it.
That much was made clear through the low growl Niky offered, echoing around the shuttered room and sending a deep chill into Retta’s bones. However, it wasn’t something that scared her as the shivers ricocheted within her. Instead, it thrilled her. His words had been a warning, a reminder of who dictated the tune that the two of them would dance to tonight as they celebrated the first evening of what was sure to be a long and happy life together. Any other girl who might have entered this chamber for the first time might how cowered in the face of such words. After all, they would not know what to expect from this lord who had a reputation of bedding his whores and dumping them outside in the early hours of the morning -- but Arete held no such fears. She had learned long ago what made Nikos tick, what buttons she could and could not push, but most importantly, she knew where the line of lustful fun and going too far lay. Her Niky might think that he had certain ideas of how much he’d allow his Retta to tease him tonight, but she knew that this was the one dance she’d set the measure for.
A part of her ached to give in to his words, his promise of what would happen if she ceded complete control to Nikos after reminding him of the cave-in incident and seeing all riled up like this. Truly, nothing had happened that day. Isaiah was a married man who apparently thought that slowly suffocating to death was not a good enough reason to enjoy one last bout of carnal pleasure before meeting Thanatos. Why? Arete didn’t know. He must have been crazy, but that didn’t mean that Nikos knew this as well. No matter how many times Arete promised him that nothing had happened, he was still convinced that she had done something with him in that cave and it always seemed to stoke him into a jealous rage. This was completely fine by her as that jealously and need to claim her as solely his territory, making sure that the next coupling was even more hot and delicious as it usually was. Truly if she was not afraid that constantly mentioning potential lovers would dull the fun that came later, she would bring these boys up more often. Why wouldn’t she, after all, when it ensured that she would be tossed onto the bed so Nikos would roughly take what had been promised to him.
Only to him.
Even though the mere thought conjured a small whimper in the girl as she bit her lip, the girl resolved herself to keep them playing this little game she was enjoying so much. There would be other nights she could send him into a jealous rage. Tonight would have to be, it would have be special as it was the first night of the rest of there lives. That promise that this evening would be a fond memory that she would look upon for years to come was the only thing that kept her resolve together and pushed herself to keep up this teasing game. She would also readily admit that Nikos made it easier on her by deciding to rid himself of his clothes in the process. She stood still, transfixed by the image of seeing that bright fabric pool at her lover’s feet. Not to mention finally getting to catch a glimpse of her prize after a long day of traveling from the provinces to the capital, standing proud and tall as both he and the lord waited for Arete to get a move on.
Never being one to disappoint, Retta stepped forward as she toyed with the various pins keeping her peplos upright. One by one the few bonds that kept the draping fabric together were removed as Retta moved from the right to the left shoulder. Not that Nikos got to see the full show. Since teasing was the name of the game this evening, Arete was sure to deny Nikos the occasional glance at her by moving behind the plush chair. Gentle arms moving across his torso as she moved kept him in place as well, preventing him from turning around and seeing the full show as she practically danced around him, giggling the whole while. Although the girl would like to think of herself as a dancer and the sheer amount of heat radiating off both of their nearly bare bodies as only Arete’s left half was obscured now… her stipping skills left something to be desired. As skilled as she was with satisfying men, it was more than clear that she was used to hard, fast, and rough rather than anything gentle and loving like this.
Not that it mattered though. With one final pin loosened behind the lord and a light whoosh of fabric cascading to the floor, the show came to an end. Now bare for her Nikos to see, Arete stepped forward and allowed him a moment to drink in her image, but nothing more. She swatted his hand away at any attempt to touch. A sly smirk appeared at the corner of her lips at this, knowing full well that she was breaking the one rule that Nikos had that Arete was not to deny her lover what he wanted. However, the girl was fairly certain her lover would forgive her few seconds of transgressions.
At least he would when Arete found herself on her knees on the all too familiar place between his legs. This wasn’t something that she particularly enjoyed, but she had no real issues with doing it as long as it made Nikos happy and more inclined to ensure that her own pleasure would not be forgotten later. There was a chance that it would, but Arete had a certain way of reminding her lover if he got too off track. For now though? This was about him. Arete was merely showing her gratitude for plucking her out of the muck and bringing her to the capital to be the shining jewel at his side.
Teasing him with a pepper trail of kisses up his thigh, Arete avoided her prize for a moment, hoping to draw some of those lovely desperate noises out of Nikos as she settled in and got comfortable. When she finally thought that they were both ready for the fireworks within Nikos that were soon to come, Arete glanced back up at him with the large doe eyes that would likely drive him crazy as she quietly muttered the last thing she would be able to say before taking him into her mouth and continued to tease with slow movements. She was certain that this would not last long as Nikos would likely be more than ready to speed things along and end her torturous teasing, but then maybe he might be distracted by her words as well. Arete though she knew her lover, but he could very easily surprise her once the simple phrase tumbled from her mouth and into the cold air being warmed by their lust, “Thank you, my prince."
Nikos could have turned if he truly wanted to, despite Arete’s hands on his shoulders and chest. He could have turned around to take in her nakedness, but he enjoyed the teasing game, as long as she gave him what he wanted in the end. Nikos would not be happy if she denied him for too long. As he sat there on the chaise, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, so that he could actually see with just the ambient light that leaked through the heavy drapes of the small windows in the room. Nikos was beginning to get tired of the tease, was about to demand that his desires be sated. But Retta came around the chair then, to lower herself onto her knees before him. Oh he did love that sight; it gave him a sense of power beyond what he often felt out there, dealing with the responsibilities of society, answering to the Mikaelidas king.
His thoughts refocused on her as she kissed her way up his thighs and all round the throbbing part of him that craved her touch most. He groaned with each drawn out moment when she kept avoiding his dripping member. ”Retta.” he growled low again. ’Thank you, my prince.’ He narrowed his eyes at those words, was about to ask his lover what she meant by that, but his words were replaced by a pleasure filled sigh as she finally took him into her mouth. His fist went instantly into her hair, pulling her in, forcing her to take him deeper until he felt the back of her throat. ”That’s a good girl.” he panted, letting up just enough pressure off the back of her head to allow her enough movement to pleasure him properly. Arete had learned just what he liked over the years. And if she felt the need to truly thank him for something… well she knew how to do that too.
Nikos leaned his head back, letting his eyes close as he reveled in the feel of her mouth on him, her tongue dancing around his shaft. Yes… his Retta knew exactly what he liked.
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Nikos could have turned if he truly wanted to, despite Arete’s hands on his shoulders and chest. He could have turned around to take in her nakedness, but he enjoyed the teasing game, as long as she gave him what he wanted in the end. Nikos would not be happy if she denied him for too long. As he sat there on the chaise, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, so that he could actually see with just the ambient light that leaked through the heavy drapes of the small windows in the room. Nikos was beginning to get tired of the tease, was about to demand that his desires be sated. But Retta came around the chair then, to lower herself onto her knees before him. Oh he did love that sight; it gave him a sense of power beyond what he often felt out there, dealing with the responsibilities of society, answering to the Mikaelidas king.
His thoughts refocused on her as she kissed her way up his thighs and all round the throbbing part of him that craved her touch most. He groaned with each drawn out moment when she kept avoiding his dripping member. ”Retta.” he growled low again. ’Thank you, my prince.’ He narrowed his eyes at those words, was about to ask his lover what she meant by that, but his words were replaced by a pleasure filled sigh as she finally took him into her mouth. His fist went instantly into her hair, pulling her in, forcing her to take him deeper until he felt the back of her throat. ”That’s a good girl.” he panted, letting up just enough pressure off the back of her head to allow her enough movement to pleasure him properly. Arete had learned just what he liked over the years. And if she felt the need to truly thank him for something… well she knew how to do that too.
Nikos leaned his head back, letting his eyes close as he reveled in the feel of her mouth on him, her tongue dancing around his shaft. Yes… his Retta knew exactly what he liked.
Nikos could have turned if he truly wanted to, despite Arete’s hands on his shoulders and chest. He could have turned around to take in her nakedness, but he enjoyed the teasing game, as long as she gave him what he wanted in the end. Nikos would not be happy if she denied him for too long. As he sat there on the chaise, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, so that he could actually see with just the ambient light that leaked through the heavy drapes of the small windows in the room. Nikos was beginning to get tired of the tease, was about to demand that his desires be sated. But Retta came around the chair then, to lower herself onto her knees before him. Oh he did love that sight; it gave him a sense of power beyond what he often felt out there, dealing with the responsibilities of society, answering to the Mikaelidas king.
His thoughts refocused on her as she kissed her way up his thighs and all round the throbbing part of him that craved her touch most. He groaned with each drawn out moment when she kept avoiding his dripping member. ”Retta.” he growled low again. ’Thank you, my prince.’ He narrowed his eyes at those words, was about to ask his lover what she meant by that, but his words were replaced by a pleasure filled sigh as she finally took him into her mouth. His fist went instantly into her hair, pulling her in, forcing her to take him deeper until he felt the back of her throat. ”That’s a good girl.” he panted, letting up just enough pressure off the back of her head to allow her enough movement to pleasure him properly. Arete had learned just what he liked over the years. And if she felt the need to truly thank him for something… well she knew how to do that too.
Nikos leaned his head back, letting his eyes close as he reveled in the feel of her mouth on him, her tongue dancing around his shaft. Yes… his Retta knew exactly what he liked.
Even though the young woman was determined to show her gratitude to her paramour, Arete knew that she did not want to spend the entire night in this position. After all, this coupling was supposed to be more special than anything else that came before. This was the first evening that the two of them would be in the Nikos manor and both call it home. As far as the peasant girl was concerned, this was basically going to be their wedding night as there wasn’t going to be another time that she crossed over that threshold for the first time. There wasn’t going to be another first time for Nikos to welcome into their rooms. Nikos could keep his promise later on and marry her like he had been saying that he would for years, but it wouldn’t have the same magic that tonight did. In this young woman’s mind, this night was far more important than any other night in her life.
And it would be a cold day in Hades before she let Nikos have all the fun.
There was little that she could do at the moment that she decided that maybe it was time to change their position as Nikos had also simultaneously decided that this was when he wanted to go deeper. Luckily the two of them had done this a thousand times before so Retta was able to brace herself when she felt that slight switch in his grip upon her hair, tightening down before his hips pushed forward. That gave Arete a split second to relax her throat as best as she could, but it did little to prevent the strangled, gagging noise that rose up from within her when Nikos hit the back of her throat. It was an involuntary noise, a natural reaction to having something that large within her and did nothing to stop her from doing all those little things that Nikos loved so much.
However, the only caveat to this was that now Arete really couldn’t breathe around the intrusion. So she sat there, holding her breath as long as she could as she tried to make it feel as good for Nikos as she possibly could. After all, even though the girl viewed this coupling as a wedding night of sorts, Arete had not forgotten that this was only possible due to Nikos’s generosity and desire to protect her should the war turn against Taneagea. Even though there was not a chance in hell she was going to let him finish in this position, she would still make it fun for him. Let this be foreplay for the real fun that was going to come once her back hit that plush mattress that she was sure was softer than one that Nikos had claimed her time and time again in Doralis.
With this dance being so familiar to them, Arete could only assume that Nikos knew where his lover’s limits were as he finally let up his grip. Having been unable to breathe for a few tense moments, Retta was more than grateful for the chance to relax and slide slowly back down his shaft before she let go of him with a lewd popping noise. Even though it was more than likely that her lover was not going to particularly happy with how cold his dick was right now, Arete didn’t make a move to take him back into her warmth as she fell back onto her haunches, chest quickly rising and falling as the girl struggled to catch her breath. Without thinking about it, her head also lolled to the side, coming to rest upon Nikos’s inner thigh as she shot a playful little smirk -- the best that she could offer as her aching lungs recovered.
Had the couple been in Doralis, Retta might have retaken him back into her mouth once her breath evened out, but she had no intentions of doing that due to the change in their locale. Once Arete felt that she could now move without being knocked over by a vertigo spell, the mistress slid back and rose to her feet -- without asking Nikos if he was ready to change the pace first. Not that it really mattered to her all that much. After all, Nikos might be the rightful King of Taengea, but she was the Queen and this bedroom was her kingdom. In here, she was the one who would dictate what tune they danced too.
Right now, Arete was growing a bit impatient for not having her own turn at having some fun.
As the girl stepped away from Nikos, she made sure that he got a good view as she slowly sauntered over to the bed. That alone made her intentions pretty clear without words, but just in case Nikos had somehow missed the message, Arete made it crystal clear when she reached the plush mattress that would be the place that she would now rest her head for however long the gods let her live on this earth. Backing up slightly, she sunk into the blankets and leaned back, baring all for Nikos to see as she parted her legs slightly, practically beckoning him to come and claim her. Make this promise that this was now her home just as much as it was his, official. That was all that Arete wanted after having such a miserable life in the provinces. She wanted stability, love, and for god’s sake, she wanted Nikos to touch her. Was that too much to ask for?
“What are you waiting for your highness?” She whispered into the silent room as she grinned at him, waiting in eager anticipation for what was sure to follow once he got up and off his ass. After all, he had been having fun since the two of them walked through that door, but what was the point if only one of them got to feel those fireworks building up deep within? Arete wanted her turn and she was fairly certain that Nikos wanted her too.
All he would have to do is take her.
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Even though the young woman was determined to show her gratitude to her paramour, Arete knew that she did not want to spend the entire night in this position. After all, this coupling was supposed to be more special than anything else that came before. This was the first evening that the two of them would be in the Nikos manor and both call it home. As far as the peasant girl was concerned, this was basically going to be their wedding night as there wasn’t going to be another time that she crossed over that threshold for the first time. There wasn’t going to be another first time for Nikos to welcome into their rooms. Nikos could keep his promise later on and marry her like he had been saying that he would for years, but it wouldn’t have the same magic that tonight did. In this young woman’s mind, this night was far more important than any other night in her life.
And it would be a cold day in Hades before she let Nikos have all the fun.
There was little that she could do at the moment that she decided that maybe it was time to change their position as Nikos had also simultaneously decided that this was when he wanted to go deeper. Luckily the two of them had done this a thousand times before so Retta was able to brace herself when she felt that slight switch in his grip upon her hair, tightening down before his hips pushed forward. That gave Arete a split second to relax her throat as best as she could, but it did little to prevent the strangled, gagging noise that rose up from within her when Nikos hit the back of her throat. It was an involuntary noise, a natural reaction to having something that large within her and did nothing to stop her from doing all those little things that Nikos loved so much.
However, the only caveat to this was that now Arete really couldn’t breathe around the intrusion. So she sat there, holding her breath as long as she could as she tried to make it feel as good for Nikos as she possibly could. After all, even though the girl viewed this coupling as a wedding night of sorts, Arete had not forgotten that this was only possible due to Nikos’s generosity and desire to protect her should the war turn against Taneagea. Even though there was not a chance in hell she was going to let him finish in this position, she would still make it fun for him. Let this be foreplay for the real fun that was going to come once her back hit that plush mattress that she was sure was softer than one that Nikos had claimed her time and time again in Doralis.
With this dance being so familiar to them, Arete could only assume that Nikos knew where his lover’s limits were as he finally let up his grip. Having been unable to breathe for a few tense moments, Retta was more than grateful for the chance to relax and slide slowly back down his shaft before she let go of him with a lewd popping noise. Even though it was more than likely that her lover was not going to particularly happy with how cold his dick was right now, Arete didn’t make a move to take him back into her warmth as she fell back onto her haunches, chest quickly rising and falling as the girl struggled to catch her breath. Without thinking about it, her head also lolled to the side, coming to rest upon Nikos’s inner thigh as she shot a playful little smirk -- the best that she could offer as her aching lungs recovered.
Had the couple been in Doralis, Retta might have retaken him back into her mouth once her breath evened out, but she had no intentions of doing that due to the change in their locale. Once Arete felt that she could now move without being knocked over by a vertigo spell, the mistress slid back and rose to her feet -- without asking Nikos if he was ready to change the pace first. Not that it really mattered to her all that much. After all, Nikos might be the rightful King of Taengea, but she was the Queen and this bedroom was her kingdom. In here, she was the one who would dictate what tune they danced too.
Right now, Arete was growing a bit impatient for not having her own turn at having some fun.
As the girl stepped away from Nikos, she made sure that he got a good view as she slowly sauntered over to the bed. That alone made her intentions pretty clear without words, but just in case Nikos had somehow missed the message, Arete made it crystal clear when she reached the plush mattress that would be the place that she would now rest her head for however long the gods let her live on this earth. Backing up slightly, she sunk into the blankets and leaned back, baring all for Nikos to see as she parted her legs slightly, practically beckoning him to come and claim her. Make this promise that this was now her home just as much as it was his, official. That was all that Arete wanted after having such a miserable life in the provinces. She wanted stability, love, and for god’s sake, she wanted Nikos to touch her. Was that too much to ask for?
“What are you waiting for your highness?” She whispered into the silent room as she grinned at him, waiting in eager anticipation for what was sure to follow once he got up and off his ass. After all, he had been having fun since the two of them walked through that door, but what was the point if only one of them got to feel those fireworks building up deep within? Arete wanted her turn and she was fairly certain that Nikos wanted her too.
All he would have to do is take her.
Even though the young woman was determined to show her gratitude to her paramour, Arete knew that she did not want to spend the entire night in this position. After all, this coupling was supposed to be more special than anything else that came before. This was the first evening that the two of them would be in the Nikos manor and both call it home. As far as the peasant girl was concerned, this was basically going to be their wedding night as there wasn’t going to be another time that she crossed over that threshold for the first time. There wasn’t going to be another first time for Nikos to welcome into their rooms. Nikos could keep his promise later on and marry her like he had been saying that he would for years, but it wouldn’t have the same magic that tonight did. In this young woman’s mind, this night was far more important than any other night in her life.
And it would be a cold day in Hades before she let Nikos have all the fun.
There was little that she could do at the moment that she decided that maybe it was time to change their position as Nikos had also simultaneously decided that this was when he wanted to go deeper. Luckily the two of them had done this a thousand times before so Retta was able to brace herself when she felt that slight switch in his grip upon her hair, tightening down before his hips pushed forward. That gave Arete a split second to relax her throat as best as she could, but it did little to prevent the strangled, gagging noise that rose up from within her when Nikos hit the back of her throat. It was an involuntary noise, a natural reaction to having something that large within her and did nothing to stop her from doing all those little things that Nikos loved so much.
However, the only caveat to this was that now Arete really couldn’t breathe around the intrusion. So she sat there, holding her breath as long as she could as she tried to make it feel as good for Nikos as she possibly could. After all, even though the girl viewed this coupling as a wedding night of sorts, Arete had not forgotten that this was only possible due to Nikos’s generosity and desire to protect her should the war turn against Taneagea. Even though there was not a chance in hell she was going to let him finish in this position, she would still make it fun for him. Let this be foreplay for the real fun that was going to come once her back hit that plush mattress that she was sure was softer than one that Nikos had claimed her time and time again in Doralis.
With this dance being so familiar to them, Arete could only assume that Nikos knew where his lover’s limits were as he finally let up his grip. Having been unable to breathe for a few tense moments, Retta was more than grateful for the chance to relax and slide slowly back down his shaft before she let go of him with a lewd popping noise. Even though it was more than likely that her lover was not going to particularly happy with how cold his dick was right now, Arete didn’t make a move to take him back into her warmth as she fell back onto her haunches, chest quickly rising and falling as the girl struggled to catch her breath. Without thinking about it, her head also lolled to the side, coming to rest upon Nikos’s inner thigh as she shot a playful little smirk -- the best that she could offer as her aching lungs recovered.
Had the couple been in Doralis, Retta might have retaken him back into her mouth once her breath evened out, but she had no intentions of doing that due to the change in their locale. Once Arete felt that she could now move without being knocked over by a vertigo spell, the mistress slid back and rose to her feet -- without asking Nikos if he was ready to change the pace first. Not that it really mattered to her all that much. After all, Nikos might be the rightful King of Taengea, but she was the Queen and this bedroom was her kingdom. In here, she was the one who would dictate what tune they danced too.
Right now, Arete was growing a bit impatient for not having her own turn at having some fun.
As the girl stepped away from Nikos, she made sure that he got a good view as she slowly sauntered over to the bed. That alone made her intentions pretty clear without words, but just in case Nikos had somehow missed the message, Arete made it crystal clear when she reached the plush mattress that would be the place that she would now rest her head for however long the gods let her live on this earth. Backing up slightly, she sunk into the blankets and leaned back, baring all for Nikos to see as she parted her legs slightly, practically beckoning him to come and claim her. Make this promise that this was now her home just as much as it was his, official. That was all that Arete wanted after having such a miserable life in the provinces. She wanted stability, love, and for god’s sake, she wanted Nikos to touch her. Was that too much to ask for?
“What are you waiting for your highness?” She whispered into the silent room as she grinned at him, waiting in eager anticipation for what was sure to follow once he got up and off his ass. After all, he had been having fun since the two of them walked through that door, but what was the point if only one of them got to feel those fireworks building up deep within? Arete wanted her turn and she was fairly certain that Nikos wanted her too.
All he would have to do is take her.
Nik was indeed not happy that Arete chose in that moment to stop giving him the pleasure he so craved. But he wasn’t without mercy; he could see that his lover needed to catch her breath, if the exaggerated rising and falling of her chest was any indication. There was still now real light in the room, but his eyes had adjusted enough to be able to see well enough, as he was sure hers had as well. As Arete rested her head on his leg, Nikos ran his fingers through her hair. ”You are gorgeous when you’re out of breath.” He was only half teasing. He really did love the way she looked after having had his cock in her mouth or a roll with him in the bedsheets.
Arete moved away from him. Nik reached to grab her hand and pull her back to her knees, but the minx of a woman escaped his grasp. His gaze narrowed on her as she crossed the room from the divan to the bed. He stood, turning to watch her, even walking up to the foot of the bed as the woman splayed herself for his taking. He was aware that this would be her first night in the city, in his ancestral home. But it escaped him that it meant more to her than just being in a new place. She wouldn’t be the first woman to share this bed with him, though none of the others had been actually living here with him. They had been here for a night, maybe three, and then he’d sent them on their way.
’What are you waiting for, your highness?’ The look of disappointed agitation at the chance of pace shifted to one of burning desire. His lips turned up in a wicked grin. ”I do so love when you call me that.” He crawled up the bed, nudging her legs further apart. He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, kissing his way up her leg, her hip, her belly, until he could take her breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled as he suckled there, until her nipple was a hardened nub. He repeated this with her other breast, before claiming her lips with his own. As he kissed her, he lowered his hips between her legs; his cock slid deep inside her core.
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Nik was indeed not happy that Arete chose in that moment to stop giving him the pleasure he so craved. But he wasn’t without mercy; he could see that his lover needed to catch her breath, if the exaggerated rising and falling of her chest was any indication. There was still now real light in the room, but his eyes had adjusted enough to be able to see well enough, as he was sure hers had as well. As Arete rested her head on his leg, Nikos ran his fingers through her hair. ”You are gorgeous when you’re out of breath.” He was only half teasing. He really did love the way she looked after having had his cock in her mouth or a roll with him in the bedsheets.
Arete moved away from him. Nik reached to grab her hand and pull her back to her knees, but the minx of a woman escaped his grasp. His gaze narrowed on her as she crossed the room from the divan to the bed. He stood, turning to watch her, even walking up to the foot of the bed as the woman splayed herself for his taking. He was aware that this would be her first night in the city, in his ancestral home. But it escaped him that it meant more to her than just being in a new place. She wouldn’t be the first woman to share this bed with him, though none of the others had been actually living here with him. They had been here for a night, maybe three, and then he’d sent them on their way.
’What are you waiting for, your highness?’ The look of disappointed agitation at the chance of pace shifted to one of burning desire. His lips turned up in a wicked grin. ”I do so love when you call me that.” He crawled up the bed, nudging her legs further apart. He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, kissing his way up her leg, her hip, her belly, until he could take her breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled as he suckled there, until her nipple was a hardened nub. He repeated this with her other breast, before claiming her lips with his own. As he kissed her, he lowered his hips between her legs; his cock slid deep inside her core.
Nik was indeed not happy that Arete chose in that moment to stop giving him the pleasure he so craved. But he wasn’t without mercy; he could see that his lover needed to catch her breath, if the exaggerated rising and falling of her chest was any indication. There was still now real light in the room, but his eyes had adjusted enough to be able to see well enough, as he was sure hers had as well. As Arete rested her head on his leg, Nikos ran his fingers through her hair. ”You are gorgeous when you’re out of breath.” He was only half teasing. He really did love the way she looked after having had his cock in her mouth or a roll with him in the bedsheets.
Arete moved away from him. Nik reached to grab her hand and pull her back to her knees, but the minx of a woman escaped his grasp. His gaze narrowed on her as she crossed the room from the divan to the bed. He stood, turning to watch her, even walking up to the foot of the bed as the woman splayed herself for his taking. He was aware that this would be her first night in the city, in his ancestral home. But it escaped him that it meant more to her than just being in a new place. She wouldn’t be the first woman to share this bed with him, though none of the others had been actually living here with him. They had been here for a night, maybe three, and then he’d sent them on their way.
’What are you waiting for, your highness?’ The look of disappointed agitation at the chance of pace shifted to one of burning desire. His lips turned up in a wicked grin. ”I do so love when you call me that.” He crawled up the bed, nudging her legs further apart. He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, kissing his way up her leg, her hip, her belly, until he could take her breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled as he suckled there, until her nipple was a hardened nub. He repeated this with her other breast, before claiming her lips with his own. As he kissed her, he lowered his hips between her legs; his cock slid deep inside her core.
She knew that Nikos was probably not happy with her departure before he could truly have his way with that pretty little mouth of her. However, that didn’t stop him from joining her on the bed and giving her the pleasure that she desired. As his mouth levied its assault against her, Arete could feel all forms of coherent thought slip away from her. Finally, this is what she had wanted from the moment the two of them had crossed that threshold between the Condos manor and the outside world. Nikos ravishing her like the Queen that he had promised her that she would be. There was no way to properly describe the sheer elation that came by finally having him hover over her like this after such a long journey from the provinces. It was almost as if every part of her skin, especially the bits that were underneath Nikos’s passionate nips, was exploding in pure ecstasy as the long wait was over. It had been torture sitting upon that horse, clinging to Nikos, feeling that desire to have him just like this; and yet suffer in silence as she attempted to quell such raunchy whims. It had made every minute seem like an hour slowly ticking past her -- not being able to think about anything other than what would happen when they reached this moment. How she would touch him. How he would touch her. Oh, Nikos was truly a wicked man for putting her through such trials.
But now they were here.
And Nikos’s lips were there.
Just as her lover had run his fingers through her hair when she had gone down on him just a few minutes earlier, Arete found her own hands pushing down on Niky as he brought out those perky little buds of hers. It wasn’t that forceful though, it was hard to find any sort of real strength to make their pace beat to her own drum as every nerve demanded that she give in to Nikos. Even though this night was supposed to be special and memorable for the both of them, it was oh so easy to fall into the same patterns that they usually did in Doralis. It was just simpler to let her lover dictate the turn that they would dance to -- especially as he was the one currently driving her absolutely mad with his tongue and the way it moved.
The faintest moans escaped her as he ran little circles around her, switching from one breast to the next, making sure that both equally got to feel the fireworks that came from the built-up anticipation that had brought them here. She could feel her stomach twisting in knots from how his warmth contrasted so sharply with the cold air surrounding it. Not that it was going to be that cold for long as the thinnest layer of sweat began to bead on her skin, showing Nikos just how fast her heart was facing. How he had brought her blood this hot, lustful bubble as he spoiled her. If Arete had her way, she’d stop time and keep them like this. At that moment, she was certain that there was nothing that could feel better.
Or at least she did until she felt him brush against her.
It was wet, but Arete didn’t dare look down to see if the dampness came from her earlier actions or his own excitement. Not that it really mattered anyway. At least not when Arete’s clouded mind found that its goal suddenly shifted from keeping his lips on her chest to getting that inside of her. “Nikos...” She shakily breathed, trying to call his attention to the now inescapable throb between her legs, but she wasn’t able to form the words. It was absolutely impossible as the only noises that wanted to escape her was the faint moans he dragged out of her as he scraped his teeth against her skin -- something she would normally not enjoy, but the long wait had made everything he did nothing short of divine. Hoping to get the message across, she tried to shimmy her legs further apart, but how was one was supposed to do that when they were already so far apart already. Maybe the ache of holding her legs like that would be worth it if it meant that Nikos got the message through that lovable, thick skull of his head? Surely, she wouldn’t even feel the pain if he kept everything el-
Oh...
The thoughts about how to tempt him faded away as her actions seemed to have work and she could feel himself lower his hips between hers. Everything else faded away as she willed herself to keep herself from bucking forward, letting him do what he needed to in order to make sure that she didn’t get hurt in the process. Not that she would have minded. Tonight was the sort of night that Arete wanted to carry the reminder of tomorrow. Either way, her lips moved against his on without thought, moving hungrily as she kept herself together for this last moment before she felt him tighten his grip. Then he moved.
“Oh gods…. yessss…” The brunette beneath him quietly hissed out as she forgot the whole concept of staying still and her own hips moved forward to meet his. Her arms flew up around his neck, gripping onto him for dear life as her sharp nails loving ran along his shoulders, rightfully marking him as hers as his lower half snapped back and forth, setting a slow, but satisfying pace to get things started. The room was filled with the lustful sound of their coupling and the moans coming out of Arete as she succumbed to the power that Nikos happily held inside of her. The sheer circumstances that brought them to this moment; the fact she was now going to be by his side forever and the teasing he had subjected her to earlier only heightened this moment. Every nerve ending lit up again like it was the first time the two of them had come together like this -- which in an odd sort of way, it was, but tonight would surely be better than that first time all those years ago.
After all, Arete now knew what she could do to her.
One of her arms slipped away from its place around his neck and ran along the underside of his chest. Her curious fingers ran along the vast expanse of skin, the hard abs, and back up to his shoulder blade. However, this time she did not try to leave her mark upon him. Not while she was a Condos lady on a mission. Her hand ran down his bicep, hopefully leaving a trail of exhilarating goosebumps in her wake as she made her way to his own hand. Carefully, she threaded her fingers through his and tried to draw his palm upwards. It was a tender thing to hold her partner’s hand like this during such an intimate moment, but Nikos would know better. He should know what Arete really wanted as she tried to tug his touch downwards to that little bundle of nerves as she nipped and hungrily kissed his neck, trying to convey without words that she still wanted more as her lower half swallowed all of him. If Nikos was paying attention, he would know what to do.
Nikos always knew what to do.
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She knew that Nikos was probably not happy with her departure before he could truly have his way with that pretty little mouth of her. However, that didn’t stop him from joining her on the bed and giving her the pleasure that she desired. As his mouth levied its assault against her, Arete could feel all forms of coherent thought slip away from her. Finally, this is what she had wanted from the moment the two of them had crossed that threshold between the Condos manor and the outside world. Nikos ravishing her like the Queen that he had promised her that she would be. There was no way to properly describe the sheer elation that came by finally having him hover over her like this after such a long journey from the provinces. It was almost as if every part of her skin, especially the bits that were underneath Nikos’s passionate nips, was exploding in pure ecstasy as the long wait was over. It had been torture sitting upon that horse, clinging to Nikos, feeling that desire to have him just like this; and yet suffer in silence as she attempted to quell such raunchy whims. It had made every minute seem like an hour slowly ticking past her -- not being able to think about anything other than what would happen when they reached this moment. How she would touch him. How he would touch her. Oh, Nikos was truly a wicked man for putting her through such trials.
But now they were here.
And Nikos’s lips were there.
Just as her lover had run his fingers through her hair when she had gone down on him just a few minutes earlier, Arete found her own hands pushing down on Niky as he brought out those perky little buds of hers. It wasn’t that forceful though, it was hard to find any sort of real strength to make their pace beat to her own drum as every nerve demanded that she give in to Nikos. Even though this night was supposed to be special and memorable for the both of them, it was oh so easy to fall into the same patterns that they usually did in Doralis. It was just simpler to let her lover dictate the turn that they would dance to -- especially as he was the one currently driving her absolutely mad with his tongue and the way it moved.
The faintest moans escaped her as he ran little circles around her, switching from one breast to the next, making sure that both equally got to feel the fireworks that came from the built-up anticipation that had brought them here. She could feel her stomach twisting in knots from how his warmth contrasted so sharply with the cold air surrounding it. Not that it was going to be that cold for long as the thinnest layer of sweat began to bead on her skin, showing Nikos just how fast her heart was facing. How he had brought her blood this hot, lustful bubble as he spoiled her. If Arete had her way, she’d stop time and keep them like this. At that moment, she was certain that there was nothing that could feel better.
Or at least she did until she felt him brush against her.
It was wet, but Arete didn’t dare look down to see if the dampness came from her earlier actions or his own excitement. Not that it really mattered anyway. At least not when Arete’s clouded mind found that its goal suddenly shifted from keeping his lips on her chest to getting that inside of her. “Nikos...” She shakily breathed, trying to call his attention to the now inescapable throb between her legs, but she wasn’t able to form the words. It was absolutely impossible as the only noises that wanted to escape her was the faint moans he dragged out of her as he scraped his teeth against her skin -- something she would normally not enjoy, but the long wait had made everything he did nothing short of divine. Hoping to get the message across, she tried to shimmy her legs further apart, but how was one was supposed to do that when they were already so far apart already. Maybe the ache of holding her legs like that would be worth it if it meant that Nikos got the message through that lovable, thick skull of his head? Surely, she wouldn’t even feel the pain if he kept everything el-
Oh...
The thoughts about how to tempt him faded away as her actions seemed to have work and she could feel himself lower his hips between hers. Everything else faded away as she willed herself to keep herself from bucking forward, letting him do what he needed to in order to make sure that she didn’t get hurt in the process. Not that she would have minded. Tonight was the sort of night that Arete wanted to carry the reminder of tomorrow. Either way, her lips moved against his on without thought, moving hungrily as she kept herself together for this last moment before she felt him tighten his grip. Then he moved.
“Oh gods…. yessss…” The brunette beneath him quietly hissed out as she forgot the whole concept of staying still and her own hips moved forward to meet his. Her arms flew up around his neck, gripping onto him for dear life as her sharp nails loving ran along his shoulders, rightfully marking him as hers as his lower half snapped back and forth, setting a slow, but satisfying pace to get things started. The room was filled with the lustful sound of their coupling and the moans coming out of Arete as she succumbed to the power that Nikos happily held inside of her. The sheer circumstances that brought them to this moment; the fact she was now going to be by his side forever and the teasing he had subjected her to earlier only heightened this moment. Every nerve ending lit up again like it was the first time the two of them had come together like this -- which in an odd sort of way, it was, but tonight would surely be better than that first time all those years ago.
After all, Arete now knew what she could do to her.
One of her arms slipped away from its place around his neck and ran along the underside of his chest. Her curious fingers ran along the vast expanse of skin, the hard abs, and back up to his shoulder blade. However, this time she did not try to leave her mark upon him. Not while she was a Condos lady on a mission. Her hand ran down his bicep, hopefully leaving a trail of exhilarating goosebumps in her wake as she made her way to his own hand. Carefully, she threaded her fingers through his and tried to draw his palm upwards. It was a tender thing to hold her partner’s hand like this during such an intimate moment, but Nikos would know better. He should know what Arete really wanted as she tried to tug his touch downwards to that little bundle of nerves as she nipped and hungrily kissed his neck, trying to convey without words that she still wanted more as her lower half swallowed all of him. If Nikos was paying attention, he would know what to do.
Nikos always knew what to do.
She knew that Nikos was probably not happy with her departure before he could truly have his way with that pretty little mouth of her. However, that didn’t stop him from joining her on the bed and giving her the pleasure that she desired. As his mouth levied its assault against her, Arete could feel all forms of coherent thought slip away from her. Finally, this is what she had wanted from the moment the two of them had crossed that threshold between the Condos manor and the outside world. Nikos ravishing her like the Queen that he had promised her that she would be. There was no way to properly describe the sheer elation that came by finally having him hover over her like this after such a long journey from the provinces. It was almost as if every part of her skin, especially the bits that were underneath Nikos’s passionate nips, was exploding in pure ecstasy as the long wait was over. It had been torture sitting upon that horse, clinging to Nikos, feeling that desire to have him just like this; and yet suffer in silence as she attempted to quell such raunchy whims. It had made every minute seem like an hour slowly ticking past her -- not being able to think about anything other than what would happen when they reached this moment. How she would touch him. How he would touch her. Oh, Nikos was truly a wicked man for putting her through such trials.
But now they were here.
And Nikos’s lips were there.
Just as her lover had run his fingers through her hair when she had gone down on him just a few minutes earlier, Arete found her own hands pushing down on Niky as he brought out those perky little buds of hers. It wasn’t that forceful though, it was hard to find any sort of real strength to make their pace beat to her own drum as every nerve demanded that she give in to Nikos. Even though this night was supposed to be special and memorable for the both of them, it was oh so easy to fall into the same patterns that they usually did in Doralis. It was just simpler to let her lover dictate the turn that they would dance to -- especially as he was the one currently driving her absolutely mad with his tongue and the way it moved.
The faintest moans escaped her as he ran little circles around her, switching from one breast to the next, making sure that both equally got to feel the fireworks that came from the built-up anticipation that had brought them here. She could feel her stomach twisting in knots from how his warmth contrasted so sharply with the cold air surrounding it. Not that it was going to be that cold for long as the thinnest layer of sweat began to bead on her skin, showing Nikos just how fast her heart was facing. How he had brought her blood this hot, lustful bubble as he spoiled her. If Arete had her way, she’d stop time and keep them like this. At that moment, she was certain that there was nothing that could feel better.
Or at least she did until she felt him brush against her.
It was wet, but Arete didn’t dare look down to see if the dampness came from her earlier actions or his own excitement. Not that it really mattered anyway. At least not when Arete’s clouded mind found that its goal suddenly shifted from keeping his lips on her chest to getting that inside of her. “Nikos...” She shakily breathed, trying to call his attention to the now inescapable throb between her legs, but she wasn’t able to form the words. It was absolutely impossible as the only noises that wanted to escape her was the faint moans he dragged out of her as he scraped his teeth against her skin -- something she would normally not enjoy, but the long wait had made everything he did nothing short of divine. Hoping to get the message across, she tried to shimmy her legs further apart, but how was one was supposed to do that when they were already so far apart already. Maybe the ache of holding her legs like that would be worth it if it meant that Nikos got the message through that lovable, thick skull of his head? Surely, she wouldn’t even feel the pain if he kept everything el-
Oh...
The thoughts about how to tempt him faded away as her actions seemed to have work and she could feel himself lower his hips between hers. Everything else faded away as she willed herself to keep herself from bucking forward, letting him do what he needed to in order to make sure that she didn’t get hurt in the process. Not that she would have minded. Tonight was the sort of night that Arete wanted to carry the reminder of tomorrow. Either way, her lips moved against his on without thought, moving hungrily as she kept herself together for this last moment before she felt him tighten his grip. Then he moved.
“Oh gods…. yessss…” The brunette beneath him quietly hissed out as she forgot the whole concept of staying still and her own hips moved forward to meet his. Her arms flew up around his neck, gripping onto him for dear life as her sharp nails loving ran along his shoulders, rightfully marking him as hers as his lower half snapped back and forth, setting a slow, but satisfying pace to get things started. The room was filled with the lustful sound of their coupling and the moans coming out of Arete as she succumbed to the power that Nikos happily held inside of her. The sheer circumstances that brought them to this moment; the fact she was now going to be by his side forever and the teasing he had subjected her to earlier only heightened this moment. Every nerve ending lit up again like it was the first time the two of them had come together like this -- which in an odd sort of way, it was, but tonight would surely be better than that first time all those years ago.
After all, Arete now knew what she could do to her.
One of her arms slipped away from its place around his neck and ran along the underside of his chest. Her curious fingers ran along the vast expanse of skin, the hard abs, and back up to his shoulder blade. However, this time she did not try to leave her mark upon him. Not while she was a Condos lady on a mission. Her hand ran down his bicep, hopefully leaving a trail of exhilarating goosebumps in her wake as she made her way to his own hand. Carefully, she threaded her fingers through his and tried to draw his palm upwards. It was a tender thing to hold her partner’s hand like this during such an intimate moment, but Nikos would know better. He should know what Arete really wanted as she tried to tug his touch downwards to that little bundle of nerves as she nipped and hungrily kissed his neck, trying to convey without words that she still wanted more as her lower half swallowed all of him. If Nikos was paying attention, he would know what to do.
Nikos always knew what to do.
’Oh gods…yessss.’ Arete’s pleasure filled moans filled the room as Nikos rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting the length of his hard cock in and out of her slick warmth. Groans and half growls bubbled up from his throat at the feel of her delicate fingers roaming over his muscled body, making a tingle travel down his spine with the formation of millions of tiny little bumps along his skin where ever she touched him. No one else he’d ever bedded had ever managed to make those little bumps appear. Why did Arete hold that power over him? It had been like that the very first time they lay together, too. After weeks of playing the flirting game with her, they both had finally given in to the inevitable, and she had set his skin on fire with… Every. Damn. Touch. Just like now. Just like so many times between.
Perhaps this simple thing she did to him was the entire reason he was so willing to keep her around. So willing to promise her things that he wasn’t ready to actually give.
Arete grabbed his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. Someone else might have thought she simply wished to hold his hand while they made love, but Nikos was not just anyone. He knew his Retta. He knew what she would desire, what her intentions were as she tugged at his hand. He smiled wickedly, a low, husky laugh escaping him. Nik sat up on his knees – a motion that pushed him ever deeper inside her. He let her guide his hand to the part of her that ached for more attention. His skilled and practiced singers found that bundle of nerves quickly. He rolled his thumb around her clit, the began to rub it, flicking his thumb back and forth, faster and faster. He knew the pace that would drive his lover crazy, would make her scream. He loved to hear her scream with the pleasure he brought her. As he worked her nub, driving her pleasure higher, so too did he thrust in and out of her body. Faster and faster, harder and deeper. Nearly matching the pace his thumb was setting.
A pace that was quickly pushing them both closer to that much anticipated precipice of pure bliss.
Nikos could feel her walls tightening around his cock. He knew she was getting close. Still, he drove on, thrusting in and out, playing with her clit in that skilled way of his. ”That’s it, my sweet. Cum for me, my Queen. I want to feel your fluids wash over me.” He thrust himself deeper, harder. ”I want to hear you scream.”
Nik knew that when she came, he would quickly follow her over that cliff.
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’Oh gods…yessss.’ Arete’s pleasure filled moans filled the room as Nikos rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting the length of his hard cock in and out of her slick warmth. Groans and half growls bubbled up from his throat at the feel of her delicate fingers roaming over his muscled body, making a tingle travel down his spine with the formation of millions of tiny little bumps along his skin where ever she touched him. No one else he’d ever bedded had ever managed to make those little bumps appear. Why did Arete hold that power over him? It had been like that the very first time they lay together, too. After weeks of playing the flirting game with her, they both had finally given in to the inevitable, and she had set his skin on fire with… Every. Damn. Touch. Just like now. Just like so many times between.
Perhaps this simple thing she did to him was the entire reason he was so willing to keep her around. So willing to promise her things that he wasn’t ready to actually give.
Arete grabbed his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. Someone else might have thought she simply wished to hold his hand while they made love, but Nikos was not just anyone. He knew his Retta. He knew what she would desire, what her intentions were as she tugged at his hand. He smiled wickedly, a low, husky laugh escaping him. Nik sat up on his knees – a motion that pushed him ever deeper inside her. He let her guide his hand to the part of her that ached for more attention. His skilled and practiced singers found that bundle of nerves quickly. He rolled his thumb around her clit, the began to rub it, flicking his thumb back and forth, faster and faster. He knew the pace that would drive his lover crazy, would make her scream. He loved to hear her scream with the pleasure he brought her. As he worked her nub, driving her pleasure higher, so too did he thrust in and out of her body. Faster and faster, harder and deeper. Nearly matching the pace his thumb was setting.
A pace that was quickly pushing them both closer to that much anticipated precipice of pure bliss.
Nikos could feel her walls tightening around his cock. He knew she was getting close. Still, he drove on, thrusting in and out, playing with her clit in that skilled way of his. ”That’s it, my sweet. Cum for me, my Queen. I want to feel your fluids wash over me.” He thrust himself deeper, harder. ”I want to hear you scream.”
Nik knew that when she came, he would quickly follow her over that cliff.
’Oh gods…yessss.’ Arete’s pleasure filled moans filled the room as Nikos rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting the length of his hard cock in and out of her slick warmth. Groans and half growls bubbled up from his throat at the feel of her delicate fingers roaming over his muscled body, making a tingle travel down his spine with the formation of millions of tiny little bumps along his skin where ever she touched him. No one else he’d ever bedded had ever managed to make those little bumps appear. Why did Arete hold that power over him? It had been like that the very first time they lay together, too. After weeks of playing the flirting game with her, they both had finally given in to the inevitable, and she had set his skin on fire with… Every. Damn. Touch. Just like now. Just like so many times between.
Perhaps this simple thing she did to him was the entire reason he was so willing to keep her around. So willing to promise her things that he wasn’t ready to actually give.
Arete grabbed his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. Someone else might have thought she simply wished to hold his hand while they made love, but Nikos was not just anyone. He knew his Retta. He knew what she would desire, what her intentions were as she tugged at his hand. He smiled wickedly, a low, husky laugh escaping him. Nik sat up on his knees – a motion that pushed him ever deeper inside her. He let her guide his hand to the part of her that ached for more attention. His skilled and practiced singers found that bundle of nerves quickly. He rolled his thumb around her clit, the began to rub it, flicking his thumb back and forth, faster and faster. He knew the pace that would drive his lover crazy, would make her scream. He loved to hear her scream with the pleasure he brought her. As he worked her nub, driving her pleasure higher, so too did he thrust in and out of her body. Faster and faster, harder and deeper. Nearly matching the pace his thumb was setting.
A pace that was quickly pushing them both closer to that much anticipated precipice of pure bliss.
Nikos could feel her walls tightening around his cock. He knew she was getting close. Still, he drove on, thrusting in and out, playing with her clit in that skilled way of his. ”That’s it, my sweet. Cum for me, my Queen. I want to feel your fluids wash over me.” He thrust himself deeper, harder. ”I want to hear you scream.”
Nik knew that when she came, he would quickly follow her over that cliff.
Having known each other's bodies so well, it was little surprising how quickly the two of them could get down to business. One might think that such events in the bedroom could get boring if the two of them knew exactly which buttons to push to set each other over the edge, this wasn’t the case for Arete and Nikos. When she had directed him to move his hand south towards that bundle of nerves that was just begging for attention, he knew just what exactly he needed to do without uttering a single word. That was what made it fun. There was no awkwardness, no guessing at what the other needed. They already knew what the mysterious recipe was to make the other explode in pleasure.
Though, even they could sometimes miss the mark. Had she even been capable of thought the moment that he started touching that precious spot; Arete would have thought that perhaps his beckoning for the icky part of their couplings to wash over them was one of the least sexy things that Nikos could say -- after all, he wasn’t the one cleaning up down there when their fun was over. Arete was far too gone to really hear the words that were tumbling out of her lover’s mouth. It was all just white noise as the intense pleasure rolled up within her; moving at such a rapid pace as the dual sensory overloads came from the cock buried deep within her and Nikos’s fingers flying at a rapid pace. Was the moaning coming from her or him? Arete couldn’t tell.
She might have instinctively known that the lustful noises tumbling from her mouth mixed with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh might have filled the halls -- seven hades, they might have even been loud enough to wake the whole house -- they didn’t stand a chance against the own pounding of her heartbeat. That steady thrum, driving the pace of every neuron drowned everything out, but the desire to draw Nikos closer to her. To take more of him deep within her. As if that was even going to be possible without splitting herself in two. A part of her wondered if that was a bad thing though as every inch of her felt as if it was ignited from the fire that was her lover and his skill. At least in that case she would have died with a smile on her face and really what more could a girl ask for? Having someone buried deep inside her was a pleasant way to go given the other inevitable option of starvation that she had before Nikos plucked her up and saved her.
Had she still been capable of stringing a proper sentence together long enough to properly think through these things, she might have laughed out how utterly insane where her fractured train of thought was drifting too. It was absolutely ludicrous, especially as Arete pulled Nikos down to her, so close that the two of them were only a few inches apart. Not wanting to waste precious seconds as they were approaching that all too familiar cliff’s edge, Arete practically attacked his neck with her already swollen lips. The perfect, flawless skin was quickly peppered with small lovebites, all geared to get Nikos to move just a little faster. Thrust just a bit harder. It was difficult to manage as the hitching breathy moans he was pulling out of her forced to pause every now and then, but that only added to the excitement of it. Nikos couldn’t get used to the little sparks that Arete was raising, along with the goosebumps, if she kept stopping.
However as her moans practically turned into a pant, Arete was forced to reckon with the fact that she could no longer catch her breath long enough to do such a thing. Air seemed like such an unnecessary thing as her legs trembled beneath Nikos, her lover hitting just all the right spots to push her closer and closer to that edge. Her nails dug harsher into his back, surely leaving some sort of mark as the flame he had stirred up within her grew into a flaming inferno. Nikos would surely feel it. How her walls were beginning to clench around him. He might not have been able to see the white spots forming on the edge of her vision, but he could hear how the relatively quiet moans and pants became louder incoherent noises. If he could just keep this pace a little bit longer, he would get his wish. Seven hades, he could stop right now and Arete would still be too far gone. Nikos was too fucking good at his job to let her not have her fun.
All it took was one more proper stroke timed with one hard thrust.
She had no idea if Nikos had planned it. Not that it mattered as she suddenly cried out as the pleasure claimed her. If he thought that she was tight before, it was nothing like this where every single muscle south of her heart clenched all at once, somehow also releasing the floodgates at the same time. She clung to him for a moment as she rode out the wave, completely unaware if he too had reached his own climax. If he didn’t though, she hoped that maybe her lips return to his neck once she could marginally move again might help him along as she ground down, trying to coax him into giving her the prize she so desperately needed from him.
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Having known each other's bodies so well, it was little surprising how quickly the two of them could get down to business. One might think that such events in the bedroom could get boring if the two of them knew exactly which buttons to push to set each other over the edge, this wasn’t the case for Arete and Nikos. When she had directed him to move his hand south towards that bundle of nerves that was just begging for attention, he knew just what exactly he needed to do without uttering a single word. That was what made it fun. There was no awkwardness, no guessing at what the other needed. They already knew what the mysterious recipe was to make the other explode in pleasure.
Though, even they could sometimes miss the mark. Had she even been capable of thought the moment that he started touching that precious spot; Arete would have thought that perhaps his beckoning for the icky part of their couplings to wash over them was one of the least sexy things that Nikos could say -- after all, he wasn’t the one cleaning up down there when their fun was over. Arete was far too gone to really hear the words that were tumbling out of her lover’s mouth. It was all just white noise as the intense pleasure rolled up within her; moving at such a rapid pace as the dual sensory overloads came from the cock buried deep within her and Nikos’s fingers flying at a rapid pace. Was the moaning coming from her or him? Arete couldn’t tell.
She might have instinctively known that the lustful noises tumbling from her mouth mixed with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh might have filled the halls -- seven hades, they might have even been loud enough to wake the whole house -- they didn’t stand a chance against the own pounding of her heartbeat. That steady thrum, driving the pace of every neuron drowned everything out, but the desire to draw Nikos closer to her. To take more of him deep within her. As if that was even going to be possible without splitting herself in two. A part of her wondered if that was a bad thing though as every inch of her felt as if it was ignited from the fire that was her lover and his skill. At least in that case she would have died with a smile on her face and really what more could a girl ask for? Having someone buried deep inside her was a pleasant way to go given the other inevitable option of starvation that she had before Nikos plucked her up and saved her.
Had she still been capable of stringing a proper sentence together long enough to properly think through these things, she might have laughed out how utterly insane where her fractured train of thought was drifting too. It was absolutely ludicrous, especially as Arete pulled Nikos down to her, so close that the two of them were only a few inches apart. Not wanting to waste precious seconds as they were approaching that all too familiar cliff’s edge, Arete practically attacked his neck with her already swollen lips. The perfect, flawless skin was quickly peppered with small lovebites, all geared to get Nikos to move just a little faster. Thrust just a bit harder. It was difficult to manage as the hitching breathy moans he was pulling out of her forced to pause every now and then, but that only added to the excitement of it. Nikos couldn’t get used to the little sparks that Arete was raising, along with the goosebumps, if she kept stopping.
However as her moans practically turned into a pant, Arete was forced to reckon with the fact that she could no longer catch her breath long enough to do such a thing. Air seemed like such an unnecessary thing as her legs trembled beneath Nikos, her lover hitting just all the right spots to push her closer and closer to that edge. Her nails dug harsher into his back, surely leaving some sort of mark as the flame he had stirred up within her grew into a flaming inferno. Nikos would surely feel it. How her walls were beginning to clench around him. He might not have been able to see the white spots forming on the edge of her vision, but he could hear how the relatively quiet moans and pants became louder incoherent noises. If he could just keep this pace a little bit longer, he would get his wish. Seven hades, he could stop right now and Arete would still be too far gone. Nikos was too fucking good at his job to let her not have her fun.
All it took was one more proper stroke timed with one hard thrust.
She had no idea if Nikos had planned it. Not that it mattered as she suddenly cried out as the pleasure claimed her. If he thought that she was tight before, it was nothing like this where every single muscle south of her heart clenched all at once, somehow also releasing the floodgates at the same time. She clung to him for a moment as she rode out the wave, completely unaware if he too had reached his own climax. If he didn’t though, she hoped that maybe her lips return to his neck once she could marginally move again might help him along as she ground down, trying to coax him into giving her the prize she so desperately needed from him.
Having known each other's bodies so well, it was little surprising how quickly the two of them could get down to business. One might think that such events in the bedroom could get boring if the two of them knew exactly which buttons to push to set each other over the edge, this wasn’t the case for Arete and Nikos. When she had directed him to move his hand south towards that bundle of nerves that was just begging for attention, he knew just what exactly he needed to do without uttering a single word. That was what made it fun. There was no awkwardness, no guessing at what the other needed. They already knew what the mysterious recipe was to make the other explode in pleasure.
Though, even they could sometimes miss the mark. Had she even been capable of thought the moment that he started touching that precious spot; Arete would have thought that perhaps his beckoning for the icky part of their couplings to wash over them was one of the least sexy things that Nikos could say -- after all, he wasn’t the one cleaning up down there when their fun was over. Arete was far too gone to really hear the words that were tumbling out of her lover’s mouth. It was all just white noise as the intense pleasure rolled up within her; moving at such a rapid pace as the dual sensory overloads came from the cock buried deep within her and Nikos’s fingers flying at a rapid pace. Was the moaning coming from her or him? Arete couldn’t tell.
She might have instinctively known that the lustful noises tumbling from her mouth mixed with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh might have filled the halls -- seven hades, they might have even been loud enough to wake the whole house -- they didn’t stand a chance against the own pounding of her heartbeat. That steady thrum, driving the pace of every neuron drowned everything out, but the desire to draw Nikos closer to her. To take more of him deep within her. As if that was even going to be possible without splitting herself in two. A part of her wondered if that was a bad thing though as every inch of her felt as if it was ignited from the fire that was her lover and his skill. At least in that case she would have died with a smile on her face and really what more could a girl ask for? Having someone buried deep inside her was a pleasant way to go given the other inevitable option of starvation that she had before Nikos plucked her up and saved her.
Had she still been capable of stringing a proper sentence together long enough to properly think through these things, she might have laughed out how utterly insane where her fractured train of thought was drifting too. It was absolutely ludicrous, especially as Arete pulled Nikos down to her, so close that the two of them were only a few inches apart. Not wanting to waste precious seconds as they were approaching that all too familiar cliff’s edge, Arete practically attacked his neck with her already swollen lips. The perfect, flawless skin was quickly peppered with small lovebites, all geared to get Nikos to move just a little faster. Thrust just a bit harder. It was difficult to manage as the hitching breathy moans he was pulling out of her forced to pause every now and then, but that only added to the excitement of it. Nikos couldn’t get used to the little sparks that Arete was raising, along with the goosebumps, if she kept stopping.
However as her moans practically turned into a pant, Arete was forced to reckon with the fact that she could no longer catch her breath long enough to do such a thing. Air seemed like such an unnecessary thing as her legs trembled beneath Nikos, her lover hitting just all the right spots to push her closer and closer to that edge. Her nails dug harsher into his back, surely leaving some sort of mark as the flame he had stirred up within her grew into a flaming inferno. Nikos would surely feel it. How her walls were beginning to clench around him. He might not have been able to see the white spots forming on the edge of her vision, but he could hear how the relatively quiet moans and pants became louder incoherent noises. If he could just keep this pace a little bit longer, he would get his wish. Seven hades, he could stop right now and Arete would still be too far gone. Nikos was too fucking good at his job to let her not have her fun.
All it took was one more proper stroke timed with one hard thrust.
She had no idea if Nikos had planned it. Not that it mattered as she suddenly cried out as the pleasure claimed her. If he thought that she was tight before, it was nothing like this where every single muscle south of her heart clenched all at once, somehow also releasing the floodgates at the same time. She clung to him for a moment as she rode out the wave, completely unaware if he too had reached his own climax. If he didn’t though, she hoped that maybe her lips return to his neck once she could marginally move again might help him along as she ground down, trying to coax him into giving her the prize she so desperately needed from him.
As the pleasure built between them - building to such levels as to leave his head spinning – Nikos soon lost the ability to tell where Arete ended, and he began. They were one being in that moment, one person, climbing that precipice in anticipation of tumbling over that inevitable edge. Faster and harder he drove their pace, frantically reaching for that blissful ecstasy. Arete pulled him close, he willingly came to her call, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss as he drove himself ever deeper within her body.
Familiar. It was all familiar, the touches, the kisses, the sounds. Yet none of it was boring in the least, and all of it still drove the baron crazy for his long time lover. Nikos could hear the higher pitch of her panting moans between the kisses she now delivered to his neck. Those kisses drove his desperation for release higher. Arete always knew how to drive him insane like that. Soon though, her kisses were replaced by her constant moans as she drew ever closer to that final plunge.
At last, as he drove himself as deeply as he could, he felt her orgasm crash over him, felt her body shudder beneath his. He continued to pound into her though, riding the waves with her, pushing her pleasure higher. But when her lips finally returned to their tantalizing teasing along his jugular and behind his ear, Nikos lost all control. As the million little bumps reawakened all over his body, the overwhelming sensation sent him over the edge. A final plunge into her slick warmth as his release hit him with enough force to make him audibly growl with the force of it. His cock throbbed as his body pumped his seed deep into her womb. His head was spinning, the edges of his vison blurred.
He stayed like that for a few long minutes, his face buried into the crook of her neck as he tried to regain his bearings. When he could finally move again, he rolled to the side, moaning in painful pleasure as certain parts of his body were entirely too sensitive now. He lay on his back, drawing Arete into his arms. ”Welcome home, my sweet,” he said in a gravely and husky voice, his throat dry from the prolonged and hastened breathing that had matched her own moments before. As he’d promised her outside upon their arrival, no one was going to send her away from here, not while he had a say in wanting her here. No matter what his family felt about his having a commoner as a mistress.
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As the pleasure built between them - building to such levels as to leave his head spinning – Nikos soon lost the ability to tell where Arete ended, and he began. They were one being in that moment, one person, climbing that precipice in anticipation of tumbling over that inevitable edge. Faster and harder he drove their pace, frantically reaching for that blissful ecstasy. Arete pulled him close, he willingly came to her call, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss as he drove himself ever deeper within her body.
Familiar. It was all familiar, the touches, the kisses, the sounds. Yet none of it was boring in the least, and all of it still drove the baron crazy for his long time lover. Nikos could hear the higher pitch of her panting moans between the kisses she now delivered to his neck. Those kisses drove his desperation for release higher. Arete always knew how to drive him insane like that. Soon though, her kisses were replaced by her constant moans as she drew ever closer to that final plunge.
At last, as he drove himself as deeply as he could, he felt her orgasm crash over him, felt her body shudder beneath his. He continued to pound into her though, riding the waves with her, pushing her pleasure higher. But when her lips finally returned to their tantalizing teasing along his jugular and behind his ear, Nikos lost all control. As the million little bumps reawakened all over his body, the overwhelming sensation sent him over the edge. A final plunge into her slick warmth as his release hit him with enough force to make him audibly growl with the force of it. His cock throbbed as his body pumped his seed deep into her womb. His head was spinning, the edges of his vison blurred.
He stayed like that for a few long minutes, his face buried into the crook of her neck as he tried to regain his bearings. When he could finally move again, he rolled to the side, moaning in painful pleasure as certain parts of his body were entirely too sensitive now. He lay on his back, drawing Arete into his arms. ”Welcome home, my sweet,” he said in a gravely and husky voice, his throat dry from the prolonged and hastened breathing that had matched her own moments before. As he’d promised her outside upon their arrival, no one was going to send her away from here, not while he had a say in wanting her here. No matter what his family felt about his having a commoner as a mistress.
As the pleasure built between them - building to such levels as to leave his head spinning – Nikos soon lost the ability to tell where Arete ended, and he began. They were one being in that moment, one person, climbing that precipice in anticipation of tumbling over that inevitable edge. Faster and harder he drove their pace, frantically reaching for that blissful ecstasy. Arete pulled him close, he willingly came to her call, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss as he drove himself ever deeper within her body.
Familiar. It was all familiar, the touches, the kisses, the sounds. Yet none of it was boring in the least, and all of it still drove the baron crazy for his long time lover. Nikos could hear the higher pitch of her panting moans between the kisses she now delivered to his neck. Those kisses drove his desperation for release higher. Arete always knew how to drive him insane like that. Soon though, her kisses were replaced by her constant moans as she drew ever closer to that final plunge.
At last, as he drove himself as deeply as he could, he felt her orgasm crash over him, felt her body shudder beneath his. He continued to pound into her though, riding the waves with her, pushing her pleasure higher. But when her lips finally returned to their tantalizing teasing along his jugular and behind his ear, Nikos lost all control. As the million little bumps reawakened all over his body, the overwhelming sensation sent him over the edge. A final plunge into her slick warmth as his release hit him with enough force to make him audibly growl with the force of it. His cock throbbed as his body pumped his seed deep into her womb. His head was spinning, the edges of his vison blurred.
He stayed like that for a few long minutes, his face buried into the crook of her neck as he tried to regain his bearings. When he could finally move again, he rolled to the side, moaning in painful pleasure as certain parts of his body were entirely too sensitive now. He lay on his back, drawing Arete into his arms. ”Welcome home, my sweet,” he said in a gravely and husky voice, his throat dry from the prolonged and hastened breathing that had matched her own moments before. As he’d promised her outside upon their arrival, no one was going to send her away from here, not while he had a say in wanting her here. No matter what his family felt about his having a commoner as a mistress.
