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He liked her appreciative gesture. The priestesses of Aphrodite or hetaera's that Kreios picked up with Greece were often still a little inhibited and were not as clear with what they want as the Egyptian lady in question here, and Kreios found her unabashed look running over his form like a finger being brushed suggestively over his skin. His eyes followed her as she dropped to her knees, pleased that she understood his meaning at least.
Kreios's fingers found their way through her dark hair, combing the digits through them, before the merchant leaned his head back once her tongue meant his private parts. The pleasure started like a low hum, his skin sizzling as if electricity had brushed against where she touched with her lips and tongue. His manhood jumped to attention, and his grip tightened on her head once her lips wrapped around his tip, teh warmth enveloping him like a glove.
Placing a little pressure against the back of her head, his hips gently pushed forward into the cavern of her warm mouth as she sucked on him. They soon gained a steady rhythm, with Kreios guiding her motions with his hand behind her head. He felt the pleasure building in the pits of his testes, but the man was well-seasoned enough to not let it overpower him. Instead, Kreios enjoyed delayed gratification far more then he did immediate pleasure, and always strived to draw his sexual experiences out as much as possible.
His eyes had closed with the pleasure, his hips tight as his other hand found its way to the back of her head as well, pushing his manhood deeper and deeper into the cavern of her mouth, as far as she would allow him to go. All the while, the man made little grunts and growls of pleasure, until he finally pulled her up and did a quick twist so she would be the one pressed against the wall this time.
Kreios wasted no time in allowing his lips to press a bruising kiss to hers, whilst his hands felt out and squeeze the globes of her chest. Glad that she had shrugged off her kalasiri earlier, the absence of any fabric made Kreios's goal easier to attain as he weighed out and fiddled with her breasts and nipples, his lips sliding from her own to lick one nipple, and then the next. As his tongue took the place of his fingers, the very same fingers now travelled downwards, drawing quick, meaningless strokes down the side of her body before one went to cup her derrier again, whilst the other found its way between her legs.
Like her, he too traced her outer thighs, going to her inner thighs before finally drawing a straight line gently down the middle of her core, smirking when he felt her warmth. "Are you ready for me, then?"
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He liked her appreciative gesture. The priestesses of Aphrodite or hetaera's that Kreios picked up with Greece were often still a little inhibited and were not as clear with what they want as the Egyptian lady in question here, and Kreios found her unabashed look running over his form like a finger being brushed suggestively over his skin. His eyes followed her as she dropped to her knees, pleased that she understood his meaning at least.
Kreios's fingers found their way through her dark hair, combing the digits through them, before the merchant leaned his head back once her tongue meant his private parts. The pleasure started like a low hum, his skin sizzling as if electricity had brushed against where she touched with her lips and tongue. His manhood jumped to attention, and his grip tightened on her head once her lips wrapped around his tip, teh warmth enveloping him like a glove.
Placing a little pressure against the back of her head, his hips gently pushed forward into the cavern of her warm mouth as she sucked on him. They soon gained a steady rhythm, with Kreios guiding her motions with his hand behind her head. He felt the pleasure building in the pits of his testes, but the man was well-seasoned enough to not let it overpower him. Instead, Kreios enjoyed delayed gratification far more then he did immediate pleasure, and always strived to draw his sexual experiences out as much as possible.
His eyes had closed with the pleasure, his hips tight as his other hand found its way to the back of her head as well, pushing his manhood deeper and deeper into the cavern of her mouth, as far as she would allow him to go. All the while, the man made little grunts and growls of pleasure, until he finally pulled her up and did a quick twist so she would be the one pressed against the wall this time.
Kreios wasted no time in allowing his lips to press a bruising kiss to hers, whilst his hands felt out and squeeze the globes of her chest. Glad that she had shrugged off her kalasiri earlier, the absence of any fabric made Kreios's goal easier to attain as he weighed out and fiddled with her breasts and nipples, his lips sliding from her own to lick one nipple, and then the next. As his tongue took the place of his fingers, the very same fingers now travelled downwards, drawing quick, meaningless strokes down the side of her body before one went to cup her derrier again, whilst the other found its way between her legs.
Like her, he too traced her outer thighs, going to her inner thighs before finally drawing a straight line gently down the middle of her core, smirking when he felt her warmth. "Are you ready for me, then?"
He liked her appreciative gesture. The priestesses of Aphrodite or hetaera's that Kreios picked up with Greece were often still a little inhibited and were not as clear with what they want as the Egyptian lady in question here, and Kreios found her unabashed look running over his form like a finger being brushed suggestively over his skin. His eyes followed her as she dropped to her knees, pleased that she understood his meaning at least.
Kreios's fingers found their way through her dark hair, combing the digits through them, before the merchant leaned his head back once her tongue meant his private parts. The pleasure started like a low hum, his skin sizzling as if electricity had brushed against where she touched with her lips and tongue. His manhood jumped to attention, and his grip tightened on her head once her lips wrapped around his tip, teh warmth enveloping him like a glove.
Placing a little pressure against the back of her head, his hips gently pushed forward into the cavern of her warm mouth as she sucked on him. They soon gained a steady rhythm, with Kreios guiding her motions with his hand behind her head. He felt the pleasure building in the pits of his testes, but the man was well-seasoned enough to not let it overpower him. Instead, Kreios enjoyed delayed gratification far more then he did immediate pleasure, and always strived to draw his sexual experiences out as much as possible.
His eyes had closed with the pleasure, his hips tight as his other hand found its way to the back of her head as well, pushing his manhood deeper and deeper into the cavern of her mouth, as far as she would allow him to go. All the while, the man made little grunts and growls of pleasure, until he finally pulled her up and did a quick twist so she would be the one pressed against the wall this time.
Kreios wasted no time in allowing his lips to press a bruising kiss to hers, whilst his hands felt out and squeeze the globes of her chest. Glad that she had shrugged off her kalasiri earlier, the absence of any fabric made Kreios's goal easier to attain as he weighed out and fiddled with her breasts and nipples, his lips sliding from her own to lick one nipple, and then the next. As his tongue took the place of his fingers, the very same fingers now travelled downwards, drawing quick, meaningless strokes down the side of her body before one went to cup her derrier again, whilst the other found its way between her legs.
Like her, he too traced her outer thighs, going to her inner thighs before finally drawing a straight line gently down the middle of her core, smirking when he felt her warmth. "Are you ready for me, then?"
The gratified sounds coming from Kreios filled Nia with a smirking pride, her attentions becoming more vigorous with each demonstration of his lust. Groaning low in her throat, she took him as deep as she could, her mouth working his member with an expert precision most ladies of her class would not even dream of possessing. The salty taste coating her tongue combined with the quivering of his body served to show just how well she’d done her job, and when he pulled her back, she took a ragged breath and looked at him with mild surprise. It was rare she found a man with enough self-control to stop her before he finished, but she wasn’t about to complain. She was far from done with him yet.
Pressed to the wall, she offered a sultry smile before his lips captured hers in a kiss that left her gasping, nipples tightening under the enthusiastic attention of his fingers. She moaned when his mouth moved to replace his hands, arching her back with a sigh of pleasure. Nia’s fingers wound and tightened in his hair in not-so-subtle encouragement, her breath hitching as his tongue moved from peak to peak and wound her up so fiercely that she thought she might burst before she even got to feel him in earnest.
When his fingers drew their way between her thighs, her knees trembled, eyes darkening with desire as his gaze flicked up to meet hers. The warmth Kreios found and the slick moisture that coated his fingers would surely answer his question, but if that wasn’t enough, the sly tilt of her lips surely was. Fingertips against his chin guided him back to her mouth, her other hand tangling more firmly in his hair when she captured his mouth with hers. Her teeth tugged lightly at his bottom lip, groaning into the kiss before she pulled back just long enough to answer.
“I’ve been ready for you since before we walked into this tavern,” Nia replied in a breathy whisper, cutting off her words with another fierce kiss. Her hand reached to cover his, pressing his fingers more firmly against her and guiding it toward the secret little pearl between her thighs. Sighing out softly, her eyes rolled back for a moment before opening again to meet his. A slow smirk tugged at her mouth, the hand in his hair releasing its grip to trail down his face. Looping her arm around his neck, she pulled him in closer and pressed her body to his.
“If you don’t take me within the next three seconds, I’m shoving you on that bed and doing it myself.”
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The gratified sounds coming from Kreios filled Nia with a smirking pride, her attentions becoming more vigorous with each demonstration of his lust. Groaning low in her throat, she took him as deep as she could, her mouth working his member with an expert precision most ladies of her class would not even dream of possessing. The salty taste coating her tongue combined with the quivering of his body served to show just how well she’d done her job, and when he pulled her back, she took a ragged breath and looked at him with mild surprise. It was rare she found a man with enough self-control to stop her before he finished, but she wasn’t about to complain. She was far from done with him yet.
Pressed to the wall, she offered a sultry smile before his lips captured hers in a kiss that left her gasping, nipples tightening under the enthusiastic attention of his fingers. She moaned when his mouth moved to replace his hands, arching her back with a sigh of pleasure. Nia’s fingers wound and tightened in his hair in not-so-subtle encouragement, her breath hitching as his tongue moved from peak to peak and wound her up so fiercely that she thought she might burst before she even got to feel him in earnest.
When his fingers drew their way between her thighs, her knees trembled, eyes darkening with desire as his gaze flicked up to meet hers. The warmth Kreios found and the slick moisture that coated his fingers would surely answer his question, but if that wasn’t enough, the sly tilt of her lips surely was. Fingertips against his chin guided him back to her mouth, her other hand tangling more firmly in his hair when she captured his mouth with hers. Her teeth tugged lightly at his bottom lip, groaning into the kiss before she pulled back just long enough to answer.
“I’ve been ready for you since before we walked into this tavern,” Nia replied in a breathy whisper, cutting off her words with another fierce kiss. Her hand reached to cover his, pressing his fingers more firmly against her and guiding it toward the secret little pearl between her thighs. Sighing out softly, her eyes rolled back for a moment before opening again to meet his. A slow smirk tugged at her mouth, the hand in his hair releasing its grip to trail down his face. Looping her arm around his neck, she pulled him in closer and pressed her body to his.
“If you don’t take me within the next three seconds, I’m shoving you on that bed and doing it myself.”
The gratified sounds coming from Kreios filled Nia with a smirking pride, her attentions becoming more vigorous with each demonstration of his lust. Groaning low in her throat, she took him as deep as she could, her mouth working his member with an expert precision most ladies of her class would not even dream of possessing. The salty taste coating her tongue combined with the quivering of his body served to show just how well she’d done her job, and when he pulled her back, she took a ragged breath and looked at him with mild surprise. It was rare she found a man with enough self-control to stop her before he finished, but she wasn’t about to complain. She was far from done with him yet.
Pressed to the wall, she offered a sultry smile before his lips captured hers in a kiss that left her gasping, nipples tightening under the enthusiastic attention of his fingers. She moaned when his mouth moved to replace his hands, arching her back with a sigh of pleasure. Nia’s fingers wound and tightened in his hair in not-so-subtle encouragement, her breath hitching as his tongue moved from peak to peak and wound her up so fiercely that she thought she might burst before she even got to feel him in earnest.
When his fingers drew their way between her thighs, her knees trembled, eyes darkening with desire as his gaze flicked up to meet hers. The warmth Kreios found and the slick moisture that coated his fingers would surely answer his question, but if that wasn’t enough, the sly tilt of her lips surely was. Fingertips against his chin guided him back to her mouth, her other hand tangling more firmly in his hair when she captured his mouth with hers. Her teeth tugged lightly at his bottom lip, groaning into the kiss before she pulled back just long enough to answer.
“I’ve been ready for you since before we walked into this tavern,” Nia replied in a breathy whisper, cutting off her words with another fierce kiss. Her hand reached to cover his, pressing his fingers more firmly against her and guiding it toward the secret little pearl between her thighs. Sighing out softly, her eyes rolled back for a moment before opening again to meet his. A slow smirk tugged at her mouth, the hand in his hair releasing its grip to trail down his face. Looping her arm around his neck, she pulled him in closer and pressed her body to his.
“If you don’t take me within the next three seconds, I’m shoving you on that bed and doing it myself.”
Kreios was beginning to think he should come back to Egypt more often, if Egyptian females were all as well versed as the one currently servicing him. By the time he drew her up so her breasts pressed against his bare chest, Kreios was quite well and thoroughly ready to seek the completion they both sought, but he was no barbarian. First, the man would make sure his companion was quite ready for him as well, and that involved him pushing his fingers into her entrance as she spoke in a breathe whisper. Two fingers slid in to her slick womanhood, whilst his thumb wound its way to the mound of nerves Kreios had learned long ago to play with.
His thumb placed pressure where they were, whilst his fingers pulled out slowly again, coated in her slick moistness, as they made their way in yet again, in a painfully slow process. "Oh really? I'd like to see you do it." his husky voice replied, as he nudged her legs wider. Pressing closer to her, his manhood briefly brushed against her warm core, and Kreios allowed himself to shudder as pleasure ran up his spine at the touch of her moistness against his sensitive and turgid cock, but he refused to give in no matter how much he wished to sink into her dripping core.
Instead, he quickened the pace of his fingers going in and out of her womanhood, all whilst his thumb drew lazy circles around her female bud, ensuring to stoke the flames of her sexual desire to its peak. His manhood was just out of her reach, near enough for her to feel its warmth, but far enough that if she wished to, the woman would have to press down further to find the pleasure she sought, and that was what Kreios wanted to do - to make her want him so much, she would throw caution to the wind and image to a side, to satisfy the animalistic need for pleasure and completion that all humans grow weak for.
It was why he teased and toyed with her, fingers plunging in and out of her cunt while his head dipped lower so tongue could play with her sensitive nipples. His other hand cupped the round globes of her buttocks, squeezing every so often when his thumb pressed down to give greater pressure to her sensitive clit. "You want more? You'll have to come and get it yourself." he said, when he suddenly, without warning, pulled his fingers all the way away from her, and placed his fingers covered in her wetness on her lips, before closing in with his own to lick it away from her.
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Kreios was beginning to think he should come back to Egypt more often, if Egyptian females were all as well versed as the one currently servicing him. By the time he drew her up so her breasts pressed against his bare chest, Kreios was quite well and thoroughly ready to seek the completion they both sought, but he was no barbarian. First, the man would make sure his companion was quite ready for him as well, and that involved him pushing his fingers into her entrance as she spoke in a breathe whisper. Two fingers slid in to her slick womanhood, whilst his thumb wound its way to the mound of nerves Kreios had learned long ago to play with.
His thumb placed pressure where they were, whilst his fingers pulled out slowly again, coated in her slick moistness, as they made their way in yet again, in a painfully slow process. "Oh really? I'd like to see you do it." his husky voice replied, as he nudged her legs wider. Pressing closer to her, his manhood briefly brushed against her warm core, and Kreios allowed himself to shudder as pleasure ran up his spine at the touch of her moistness against his sensitive and turgid cock, but he refused to give in no matter how much he wished to sink into her dripping core.
Instead, he quickened the pace of his fingers going in and out of her womanhood, all whilst his thumb drew lazy circles around her female bud, ensuring to stoke the flames of her sexual desire to its peak. His manhood was just out of her reach, near enough for her to feel its warmth, but far enough that if she wished to, the woman would have to press down further to find the pleasure she sought, and that was what Kreios wanted to do - to make her want him so much, she would throw caution to the wind and image to a side, to satisfy the animalistic need for pleasure and completion that all humans grow weak for.
It was why he teased and toyed with her, fingers plunging in and out of her cunt while his head dipped lower so tongue could play with her sensitive nipples. His other hand cupped the round globes of her buttocks, squeezing every so often when his thumb pressed down to give greater pressure to her sensitive clit. "You want more? You'll have to come and get it yourself." he said, when he suddenly, without warning, pulled his fingers all the way away from her, and placed his fingers covered in her wetness on her lips, before closing in with his own to lick it away from her.
Kreios was beginning to think he should come back to Egypt more often, if Egyptian females were all as well versed as the one currently servicing him. By the time he drew her up so her breasts pressed against his bare chest, Kreios was quite well and thoroughly ready to seek the completion they both sought, but he was no barbarian. First, the man would make sure his companion was quite ready for him as well, and that involved him pushing his fingers into her entrance as she spoke in a breathe whisper. Two fingers slid in to her slick womanhood, whilst his thumb wound its way to the mound of nerves Kreios had learned long ago to play with.
His thumb placed pressure where they were, whilst his fingers pulled out slowly again, coated in her slick moistness, as they made their way in yet again, in a painfully slow process. "Oh really? I'd like to see you do it." his husky voice replied, as he nudged her legs wider. Pressing closer to her, his manhood briefly brushed against her warm core, and Kreios allowed himself to shudder as pleasure ran up his spine at the touch of her moistness against his sensitive and turgid cock, but he refused to give in no matter how much he wished to sink into her dripping core.
Instead, he quickened the pace of his fingers going in and out of her womanhood, all whilst his thumb drew lazy circles around her female bud, ensuring to stoke the flames of her sexual desire to its peak. His manhood was just out of her reach, near enough for her to feel its warmth, but far enough that if she wished to, the woman would have to press down further to find the pleasure she sought, and that was what Kreios wanted to do - to make her want him so much, she would throw caution to the wind and image to a side, to satisfy the animalistic need for pleasure and completion that all humans grow weak for.
It was why he teased and toyed with her, fingers plunging in and out of her cunt while his head dipped lower so tongue could play with her sensitive nipples. His other hand cupped the round globes of her buttocks, squeezing every so often when his thumb pressed down to give greater pressure to her sensitive clit. "You want more? You'll have to come and get it yourself." he said, when he suddenly, without warning, pulled his fingers all the way away from her, and placed his fingers covered in her wetness on her lips, before closing in with his own to lick it away from her.
Rather than simply give her what she wanted, Kreios continued to toy with Nia, touching and teasing until she thought she might scream. Breathless and wanting as he thrust his fingers in and out of her core, the young Egyptian woman was a needy, shuddering mess—whimpering with the force of her unfulfilled desire, even as he plowed on relentlessly and denied them both of the release they sought.
“You like to play games, do you?” she asked in a heated whisper, tangling her fingers in the man’s dark hair as his tongue lashed mercilessly against her nipples. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s cruel to tease a woman? Someone ought to teach you a lesson.” Leaning into the steady rhythm of his hand, Nia’s eyelashes fluttered, pupils dilating when those same fingers came to rest against her mouth instead. “I’m happy to volunteer.”
The tip of her tongue slowly traced each of his fingertips before his mouth came near to hers, tangling her hand in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss fiercer than those that came before it. It was clear she was close to her breaking point and that her patience wouldn’t wear on for much longer. By the gods, she’d had enough of this foreplay, and she wanted him now. She was done waiting.
He dared her to take more, and take more she did, biting almost savagely at his lip before shoving him back onto the bed. Nia wasted no more time, climbing up after him and lifting her leg to straddle his hips. Leaning down over his body, her hands crept slowly up his chest to pin his shoulders before stealing another kiss.
“You think I won’t come get it myself?” she whispered against his mouth, one of her hands releasing his shoulder to reach down and grasp at the base of his manhood. Fingers slid up silken skin to tease along his head, positioning the throbbing shaft to align with her slick opening. “You’re wrong.”
Lips parting, she slid downward slowly, ever so slowly, so she could feel every inch as it pierced her core. Exhaling sharply when she finally connected with the base, a slow smile spread over her face while burning eyes met and held his. She paused for a long moment to savor how he felt inside of her before she was moving again, slowly at first so her hips could gain their rhythm. Grasping his hands, she led them up her body, along the lush curves of her hips to the soft roundness of her breasts. Tilting her head back and groaning in pleasure, she released his fingers only to press her hand to his chest—steadying herself so that she could ride him in earnest.
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Rather than simply give her what she wanted, Kreios continued to toy with Nia, touching and teasing until she thought she might scream. Breathless and wanting as he thrust his fingers in and out of her core, the young Egyptian woman was a needy, shuddering mess—whimpering with the force of her unfulfilled desire, even as he plowed on relentlessly and denied them both of the release they sought.
“You like to play games, do you?” she asked in a heated whisper, tangling her fingers in the man’s dark hair as his tongue lashed mercilessly against her nipples. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s cruel to tease a woman? Someone ought to teach you a lesson.” Leaning into the steady rhythm of his hand, Nia’s eyelashes fluttered, pupils dilating when those same fingers came to rest against her mouth instead. “I’m happy to volunteer.”
The tip of her tongue slowly traced each of his fingertips before his mouth came near to hers, tangling her hand in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss fiercer than those that came before it. It was clear she was close to her breaking point and that her patience wouldn’t wear on for much longer. By the gods, she’d had enough of this foreplay, and she wanted him now. She was done waiting.
He dared her to take more, and take more she did, biting almost savagely at his lip before shoving him back onto the bed. Nia wasted no more time, climbing up after him and lifting her leg to straddle his hips. Leaning down over his body, her hands crept slowly up his chest to pin his shoulders before stealing another kiss.
“You think I won’t come get it myself?” she whispered against his mouth, one of her hands releasing his shoulder to reach down and grasp at the base of his manhood. Fingers slid up silken skin to tease along his head, positioning the throbbing shaft to align with her slick opening. “You’re wrong.”
Lips parting, she slid downward slowly, ever so slowly, so she could feel every inch as it pierced her core. Exhaling sharply when she finally connected with the base, a slow smile spread over her face while burning eyes met and held his. She paused for a long moment to savor how he felt inside of her before she was moving again, slowly at first so her hips could gain their rhythm. Grasping his hands, she led them up her body, along the lush curves of her hips to the soft roundness of her breasts. Tilting her head back and groaning in pleasure, she released his fingers only to press her hand to his chest—steadying herself so that she could ride him in earnest.
Rather than simply give her what she wanted, Kreios continued to toy with Nia, touching and teasing until she thought she might scream. Breathless and wanting as he thrust his fingers in and out of her core, the young Egyptian woman was a needy, shuddering mess—whimpering with the force of her unfulfilled desire, even as he plowed on relentlessly and denied them both of the release they sought.
“You like to play games, do you?” she asked in a heated whisper, tangling her fingers in the man’s dark hair as his tongue lashed mercilessly against her nipples. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s cruel to tease a woman? Someone ought to teach you a lesson.” Leaning into the steady rhythm of his hand, Nia’s eyelashes fluttered, pupils dilating when those same fingers came to rest against her mouth instead. “I’m happy to volunteer.”
The tip of her tongue slowly traced each of his fingertips before his mouth came near to hers, tangling her hand in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss fiercer than those that came before it. It was clear she was close to her breaking point and that her patience wouldn’t wear on for much longer. By the gods, she’d had enough of this foreplay, and she wanted him now. She was done waiting.
He dared her to take more, and take more she did, biting almost savagely at his lip before shoving him back onto the bed. Nia wasted no more time, climbing up after him and lifting her leg to straddle his hips. Leaning down over his body, her hands crept slowly up his chest to pin his shoulders before stealing another kiss.
“You think I won’t come get it myself?” she whispered against his mouth, one of her hands releasing his shoulder to reach down and grasp at the base of his manhood. Fingers slid up silken skin to tease along his head, positioning the throbbing shaft to align with her slick opening. “You’re wrong.”
Lips parting, she slid downward slowly, ever so slowly, so she could feel every inch as it pierced her core. Exhaling sharply when she finally connected with the base, a slow smile spread over her face while burning eyes met and held his. She paused for a long moment to savor how he felt inside of her before she was moving again, slowly at first so her hips could gain their rhythm. Grasping his hands, she led them up her body, along the lush curves of her hips to the soft roundness of her breasts. Tilting her head back and groaning in pleasure, she released his fingers only to press her hand to his chest—steadying herself so that she could ride him in earnest.
Kreios had never been one to give things for free, or a discount. The man was fair to a fault, that if he offered a service or product, what he priced was a fair justification of the work that went in and the cost of producing it. And that facet of his personality moved to everywhere else in his life - even in the bedroom. He liked to make people work for what they wanted, because it only made the reward sweeter in the end afterall, and that's what matters right?
Smirking as he was shoved back on the bed, Kreios went willingly, using his hand to prop himself up for just a moment before the Egyptian straddled him.
Lying down upon the softer surface willingly as she climbed to his chest, he gave a kiss with no fight, and stifled a groan when she gripped at his manhood. Already eager for her, Kreios would've easily been outed as a liar if he said he didn't want her as much as she wanted him at this point, and so didn't fight at all when she sunk in on him.
Instead, as the warmth engulfed his sensitive manhood entirely, his hands instinctively found her hip to dig his fingers in, holding her in place as he buried himself entirely in her core, guiding her as she moved. Allowing her to guide his hands, Kreios made sure to mould her breasts to his grip as they brushed there, using his thumb to play with the hardened nipples, all while arching his hips upwards to meet her rhythm. He could feel the rush of blood to his nether regions as they moved, keeping up it up until Kreios dropped his hands to her hips.
Holding her still, he pulled himself out of her, but before she could protest or say anything else, the man was quick to flip her over so she was on her knees and hands, before he himself moved to be behind her. In that position, Kreios slipped his fingers around her waist, reaching for her dripping core and finding her clit with his finger of one hand, whilst the other found a breast to squeeze.
Positioning himself behind her, he slowly slid into her, but stopping halfway as he murmured in her ear. "More? Or..." he slid back out again, slowly rubbing circles on her clit. "Not?"
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Kreios had never been one to give things for free, or a discount. The man was fair to a fault, that if he offered a service or product, what he priced was a fair justification of the work that went in and the cost of producing it. And that facet of his personality moved to everywhere else in his life - even in the bedroom. He liked to make people work for what they wanted, because it only made the reward sweeter in the end afterall, and that's what matters right?
Smirking as he was shoved back on the bed, Kreios went willingly, using his hand to prop himself up for just a moment before the Egyptian straddled him.
Lying down upon the softer surface willingly as she climbed to his chest, he gave a kiss with no fight, and stifled a groan when she gripped at his manhood. Already eager for her, Kreios would've easily been outed as a liar if he said he didn't want her as much as she wanted him at this point, and so didn't fight at all when she sunk in on him.
Instead, as the warmth engulfed his sensitive manhood entirely, his hands instinctively found her hip to dig his fingers in, holding her in place as he buried himself entirely in her core, guiding her as she moved. Allowing her to guide his hands, Kreios made sure to mould her breasts to his grip as they brushed there, using his thumb to play with the hardened nipples, all while arching his hips upwards to meet her rhythm. He could feel the rush of blood to his nether regions as they moved, keeping up it up until Kreios dropped his hands to her hips.
Holding her still, he pulled himself out of her, but before she could protest or say anything else, the man was quick to flip her over so she was on her knees and hands, before he himself moved to be behind her. In that position, Kreios slipped his fingers around her waist, reaching for her dripping core and finding her clit with his finger of one hand, whilst the other found a breast to squeeze.
Positioning himself behind her, he slowly slid into her, but stopping halfway as he murmured in her ear. "More? Or..." he slid back out again, slowly rubbing circles on her clit. "Not?"
Kreios had never been one to give things for free, or a discount. The man was fair to a fault, that if he offered a service or product, what he priced was a fair justification of the work that went in and the cost of producing it. And that facet of his personality moved to everywhere else in his life - even in the bedroom. He liked to make people work for what they wanted, because it only made the reward sweeter in the end afterall, and that's what matters right?
Smirking as he was shoved back on the bed, Kreios went willingly, using his hand to prop himself up for just a moment before the Egyptian straddled him.
Lying down upon the softer surface willingly as she climbed to his chest, he gave a kiss with no fight, and stifled a groan when she gripped at his manhood. Already eager for her, Kreios would've easily been outed as a liar if he said he didn't want her as much as she wanted him at this point, and so didn't fight at all when she sunk in on him.
Instead, as the warmth engulfed his sensitive manhood entirely, his hands instinctively found her hip to dig his fingers in, holding her in place as he buried himself entirely in her core, guiding her as she moved. Allowing her to guide his hands, Kreios made sure to mould her breasts to his grip as they brushed there, using his thumb to play with the hardened nipples, all while arching his hips upwards to meet her rhythm. He could feel the rush of blood to his nether regions as they moved, keeping up it up until Kreios dropped his hands to her hips.
Holding her still, he pulled himself out of her, but before she could protest or say anything else, the man was quick to flip her over so she was on her knees and hands, before he himself moved to be behind her. In that position, Kreios slipped his fingers around her waist, reaching for her dripping core and finding her clit with his finger of one hand, whilst the other found a breast to squeeze.
Positioning himself behind her, he slowly slid into her, but stopping halfway as he murmured in her ear. "More? Or..." he slid back out again, slowly rubbing circles on her clit. "Not?"
Nia was awash in sensation, her desires tended to at last while he sheathed himself inside her. Warmth suffused her very core, groaning in pleasure as his hips matched her chosen rhythm as if they’d danced this dance before. Before she had time to get too used to this waltz, however, he was flipping her around and entering her from behind, too quickly for her to say a word for or against it.
Not that she was against it, though. Coming at her from this angle pushed Kreios even deeper inside, brushing that special spot that made her feel like she was nearly aflame. She pushed back against him to encourage him to further efforts, her moan echoing through the room when his fingers combined their skill with the slow rocking of his hips.
More? Or… not?
“Is that even a question?” was the young noblewoman’s groaning reply, her hand reaching between her legs to cover his and more firmly direct the teasing of his fingertips. Rather than answering with words, she answered with action, arching her back to push against his hips again and pull his hardness even deeper inside.
“I thought I was a tease,” Nia commented with a breathy laugh as they slowly started to build up their rhythm again, tangling her fingers in the linens below her. “I must say, Kreios, you might have me beat.”
One particular thrust had her tilting her face to the ceiling with a sharp cry, shuddering beneath him with a barely contained ecstasy that wouldn’t take long to come to fruition. “Not that I’m exactly complaining, mind you,” she added, her speech more moan than word at that point. “Drawing it out leads to… better results. At least in my experience.” Releasing his hand between her thighs to its own devices, she groaned again as this hand joined the first in its white-knuckled grip on the sheets. “But gods damn it all, I might scream if you don’t finish me soon.”
She wasn’t sure if that was more of a threat or an infuriating temptation for him to tease her even further, but she meant what she said. Nia could feel her pleasure amplifying in waves, each thrust of his hips and brush of his fingers sending shockwaves through her body that nearly made her weep. Already, she was hovering on the edge and it would only take the barest nudge to tip her over it. At this point, she was practically praying for just that very nudge.
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Nia was awash in sensation, her desires tended to at last while he sheathed himself inside her. Warmth suffused her very core, groaning in pleasure as his hips matched her chosen rhythm as if they’d danced this dance before. Before she had time to get too used to this waltz, however, he was flipping her around and entering her from behind, too quickly for her to say a word for or against it.
Not that she was against it, though. Coming at her from this angle pushed Kreios even deeper inside, brushing that special spot that made her feel like she was nearly aflame. She pushed back against him to encourage him to further efforts, her moan echoing through the room when his fingers combined their skill with the slow rocking of his hips.
More? Or… not?
“Is that even a question?” was the young noblewoman’s groaning reply, her hand reaching between her legs to cover his and more firmly direct the teasing of his fingertips. Rather than answering with words, she answered with action, arching her back to push against his hips again and pull his hardness even deeper inside.
“I thought I was a tease,” Nia commented with a breathy laugh as they slowly started to build up their rhythm again, tangling her fingers in the linens below her. “I must say, Kreios, you might have me beat.”
One particular thrust had her tilting her face to the ceiling with a sharp cry, shuddering beneath him with a barely contained ecstasy that wouldn’t take long to come to fruition. “Not that I’m exactly complaining, mind you,” she added, her speech more moan than word at that point. “Drawing it out leads to… better results. At least in my experience.” Releasing his hand between her thighs to its own devices, she groaned again as this hand joined the first in its white-knuckled grip on the sheets. “But gods damn it all, I might scream if you don’t finish me soon.”
She wasn’t sure if that was more of a threat or an infuriating temptation for him to tease her even further, but she meant what she said. Nia could feel her pleasure amplifying in waves, each thrust of his hips and brush of his fingers sending shockwaves through her body that nearly made her weep. Already, she was hovering on the edge and it would only take the barest nudge to tip her over it. At this point, she was practically praying for just that very nudge.
Nia was awash in sensation, her desires tended to at last while he sheathed himself inside her. Warmth suffused her very core, groaning in pleasure as his hips matched her chosen rhythm as if they’d danced this dance before. Before she had time to get too used to this waltz, however, he was flipping her around and entering her from behind, too quickly for her to say a word for or against it.
Not that she was against it, though. Coming at her from this angle pushed Kreios even deeper inside, brushing that special spot that made her feel like she was nearly aflame. She pushed back against him to encourage him to further efforts, her moan echoing through the room when his fingers combined their skill with the slow rocking of his hips.
More? Or… not?
“Is that even a question?” was the young noblewoman’s groaning reply, her hand reaching between her legs to cover his and more firmly direct the teasing of his fingertips. Rather than answering with words, she answered with action, arching her back to push against his hips again and pull his hardness even deeper inside.
“I thought I was a tease,” Nia commented with a breathy laugh as they slowly started to build up their rhythm again, tangling her fingers in the linens below her. “I must say, Kreios, you might have me beat.”
One particular thrust had her tilting her face to the ceiling with a sharp cry, shuddering beneath him with a barely contained ecstasy that wouldn’t take long to come to fruition. “Not that I’m exactly complaining, mind you,” she added, her speech more moan than word at that point. “Drawing it out leads to… better results. At least in my experience.” Releasing his hand between her thighs to its own devices, she groaned again as this hand joined the first in its white-knuckled grip on the sheets. “But gods damn it all, I might scream if you don’t finish me soon.”
She wasn’t sure if that was more of a threat or an infuriating temptation for him to tease her even further, but she meant what she said. Nia could feel her pleasure amplifying in waves, each thrust of his hips and brush of his fingers sending shockwaves through her body that nearly made her weep. Already, she was hovering on the edge and it would only take the barest nudge to tip her over it. At this point, she was practically praying for just that very nudge.
He followed her direction, a gentlemanly move so out of character for her - yet in bed, he occasionally did become quite the gentleman. Afterall, in the journey to seek their completion together, he had to know how to tweak her buttons as well, and Kreios learned best when he was taught personally. Finding her swollen clit at the heart of her folds, Kreios held it between his fingers, playing it as one would a marble, even as he slowly thrusted against her to build up rhythm.
"You speak too much." he murmured, slowing his movements as she released his hands, grinning at the obvious ecstasy in her face. Kreios took great pride in his skills in providing pleasure, even more when he heard the evidence of such skills in the voice of his bed partners.
Dragging his fingers from where he played with her nub, all the way to where his manhood was slowly sliding back into her slick folds, he intentionally circled the area with his fingers covered in her scent, before dragging the digit all up her back to her mouth. There, he pushed his fingers through her lips, making her suck on the finger.
With one hand on her ass to hold her in place, the man buried himself deep within her - and then stopped moving, simply allowing himself to savor the feel of being buried deep in the heat of a beautiful woman, something he did not partake in often, but when he did, he did well. Smirking as he leaned forward, he pulled out his digit from her mouth, and used the damp palm to cup one of her breasts, as the other on her ass squeezed the round bottom, pulling his manhood out almost all the way, before driving it back in harder then he had before.
His knees hit the side of the bed as he drove forward, and the man's hands braced himself on either side of her spread eagle thighs, as he circled his hips whilst being buried inside of her. "Scream then. Or beg. How much do you want to cum, Nia? I'm not convinced." he glibly whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin as he remained unmoving, buried to the hilt within her.
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He followed her direction, a gentlemanly move so out of character for her - yet in bed, he occasionally did become quite the gentleman. Afterall, in the journey to seek their completion together, he had to know how to tweak her buttons as well, and Kreios learned best when he was taught personally. Finding her swollen clit at the heart of her folds, Kreios held it between his fingers, playing it as one would a marble, even as he slowly thrusted against her to build up rhythm.
"You speak too much." he murmured, slowing his movements as she released his hands, grinning at the obvious ecstasy in her face. Kreios took great pride in his skills in providing pleasure, even more when he heard the evidence of such skills in the voice of his bed partners.
Dragging his fingers from where he played with her nub, all the way to where his manhood was slowly sliding back into her slick folds, he intentionally circled the area with his fingers covered in her scent, before dragging the digit all up her back to her mouth. There, he pushed his fingers through her lips, making her suck on the finger.
With one hand on her ass to hold her in place, the man buried himself deep within her - and then stopped moving, simply allowing himself to savor the feel of being buried deep in the heat of a beautiful woman, something he did not partake in often, but when he did, he did well. Smirking as he leaned forward, he pulled out his digit from her mouth, and used the damp palm to cup one of her breasts, as the other on her ass squeezed the round bottom, pulling his manhood out almost all the way, before driving it back in harder then he had before.
His knees hit the side of the bed as he drove forward, and the man's hands braced himself on either side of her spread eagle thighs, as he circled his hips whilst being buried inside of her. "Scream then. Or beg. How much do you want to cum, Nia? I'm not convinced." he glibly whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin as he remained unmoving, buried to the hilt within her.
He followed her direction, a gentlemanly move so out of character for her - yet in bed, he occasionally did become quite the gentleman. Afterall, in the journey to seek their completion together, he had to know how to tweak her buttons as well, and Kreios learned best when he was taught personally. Finding her swollen clit at the heart of her folds, Kreios held it between his fingers, playing it as one would a marble, even as he slowly thrusted against her to build up rhythm.
"You speak too much." he murmured, slowing his movements as she released his hands, grinning at the obvious ecstasy in her face. Kreios took great pride in his skills in providing pleasure, even more when he heard the evidence of such skills in the voice of his bed partners.
Dragging his fingers from where he played with her nub, all the way to where his manhood was slowly sliding back into her slick folds, he intentionally circled the area with his fingers covered in her scent, before dragging the digit all up her back to her mouth. There, he pushed his fingers through her lips, making her suck on the finger.
With one hand on her ass to hold her in place, the man buried himself deep within her - and then stopped moving, simply allowing himself to savor the feel of being buried deep in the heat of a beautiful woman, something he did not partake in often, but when he did, he did well. Smirking as he leaned forward, he pulled out his digit from her mouth, and used the damp palm to cup one of her breasts, as the other on her ass squeezed the round bottom, pulling his manhood out almost all the way, before driving it back in harder then he had before.
His knees hit the side of the bed as he drove forward, and the man's hands braced himself on either side of her spread eagle thighs, as he circled his hips whilst being buried inside of her. "Scream then. Or beg. How much do you want to cum, Nia? I'm not convinced." he glibly whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin as he remained unmoving, buried to the hilt within her.
The deliberation with which Kreios drew this out made Nia want to scream just as she’d threatened, whimpering when he slowed his movements once again. Gods, but he was an even bigger tease than she was; she couldn’t help but wonder if this was some divine retribution for all the toying she’d done with her partners over the years. Though, was she really complaining…?
Tongue caressing the finger he held against her lips, she pulled it eagerly enough into her mouth, the movements of her lips and tongue mimicking a much more intimate act. Savoring her own taste on his hand, she groaned softly, tilting her head back to meet his eyes in a sultry gaze. Removing his finger, he thrust harder than before, and Nia’s cry filled the room.
“So you’re that type, huh?” she replied huskily to his assertion that she scream or beg if she wanted it that bad. While she had a tendency to be the one to simply take what she desired, she wasn’t above playing the submissive, especially if it got her what she wanted in the end. But that didn’t mean she’d simply cave right away.
His thrusting stopped, Kreios grinding himself into her without pulling back out again. Her eyes rolled back in her head, wiggling her hips against him as if to tempt him back into movement again. “What did I ever do to you to deserve such torture?” she groaned, biting into her lip with a sharp breath. “Aren’t you denying yourself as much as you are me?”
However, the Grecian man stubbornly kept up his game, holding her on the edge with an expert precision that left her grudgingly impressed. He’d had practice with this, to be sure, and she idly wondered how many other women he’d made scream for their release. It was better than the man who thrust for two minutes, erupted, and asked if it’d been good for her too, but this… this was a unique torment in itself.
“Please,” Nia finally whispered her plea in response to his infuriating circling, a heated flush coloring her cheeks. “Please, Kreios, I can’t bear it…”
Well. So much for not giving in immediately.
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The deliberation with which Kreios drew this out made Nia want to scream just as she’d threatened, whimpering when he slowed his movements once again. Gods, but he was an even bigger tease than she was; she couldn’t help but wonder if this was some divine retribution for all the toying she’d done with her partners over the years. Though, was she really complaining…?
Tongue caressing the finger he held against her lips, she pulled it eagerly enough into her mouth, the movements of her lips and tongue mimicking a much more intimate act. Savoring her own taste on his hand, she groaned softly, tilting her head back to meet his eyes in a sultry gaze. Removing his finger, he thrust harder than before, and Nia’s cry filled the room.
“So you’re that type, huh?” she replied huskily to his assertion that she scream or beg if she wanted it that bad. While she had a tendency to be the one to simply take what she desired, she wasn’t above playing the submissive, especially if it got her what she wanted in the end. But that didn’t mean she’d simply cave right away.
His thrusting stopped, Kreios grinding himself into her without pulling back out again. Her eyes rolled back in her head, wiggling her hips against him as if to tempt him back into movement again. “What did I ever do to you to deserve such torture?” she groaned, biting into her lip with a sharp breath. “Aren’t you denying yourself as much as you are me?”
However, the Grecian man stubbornly kept up his game, holding her on the edge with an expert precision that left her grudgingly impressed. He’d had practice with this, to be sure, and she idly wondered how many other women he’d made scream for their release. It was better than the man who thrust for two minutes, erupted, and asked if it’d been good for her too, but this… this was a unique torment in itself.
“Please,” Nia finally whispered her plea in response to his infuriating circling, a heated flush coloring her cheeks. “Please, Kreios, I can’t bear it…”
Well. So much for not giving in immediately.
The deliberation with which Kreios drew this out made Nia want to scream just as she’d threatened, whimpering when he slowed his movements once again. Gods, but he was an even bigger tease than she was; she couldn’t help but wonder if this was some divine retribution for all the toying she’d done with her partners over the years. Though, was she really complaining…?
Tongue caressing the finger he held against her lips, she pulled it eagerly enough into her mouth, the movements of her lips and tongue mimicking a much more intimate act. Savoring her own taste on his hand, she groaned softly, tilting her head back to meet his eyes in a sultry gaze. Removing his finger, he thrust harder than before, and Nia’s cry filled the room.
“So you’re that type, huh?” she replied huskily to his assertion that she scream or beg if she wanted it that bad. While she had a tendency to be the one to simply take what she desired, she wasn’t above playing the submissive, especially if it got her what she wanted in the end. But that didn’t mean she’d simply cave right away.
His thrusting stopped, Kreios grinding himself into her without pulling back out again. Her eyes rolled back in her head, wiggling her hips against him as if to tempt him back into movement again. “What did I ever do to you to deserve such torture?” she groaned, biting into her lip with a sharp breath. “Aren’t you denying yourself as much as you are me?”
However, the Grecian man stubbornly kept up his game, holding her on the edge with an expert precision that left her grudgingly impressed. He’d had practice with this, to be sure, and she idly wondered how many other women he’d made scream for their release. It was better than the man who thrust for two minutes, erupted, and asked if it’d been good for her too, but this… this was a unique torment in itself.
“Please,” Nia finally whispered her plea in response to his infuriating circling, a heated flush coloring her cheeks. “Please, Kreios, I can’t bear it…”
Well. So much for not giving in immediately.
Always one to enjoy drawn out pleasure, despite feeling the tightness in his nether regions as he continued his movements through the woman's whimpering, he intentionally held off, gripping his muscles and biting his lip as his movements did not slow down, grinding against her in a way that intentionally wanted to drag out her pleasure, but not giving her that ultimate satisfaction she so desperately craved by now.
"Ah, but you see. You tempted me first, and for that, you have to know what it means when you tempt me." he responded glibly, intentionally letting his breath tickle her earlobe. Gathering her hair in his hands, he yanked at it so her neck would arch upwards, all while still holding her waist still with the other arm. Smiling like a cat who got his cream when she finally whispered her plea, he pushed her downwards this time so she was flat stomach down on the bed. The angle allowed him to push himself that inch further inside of her, a deep groan shuddering out from the recesses of his throat.
Releasing his hold on her hair, the man used both hands to brace himself on either side of her as he withdrew himself and thrusted again, just enough to satisfy the innate urge within himself to move. But even as he slowly pulled himself in and out of her, the man did not touch any other part of her, and instead murmured again. "I can't hear you Nia. What is it that you want?" he teased, his movements in no way fast enough to give her what she wanted and was begging for.
Slipping one hand between the sheets and her body, he purposefully cupped a breast and moulded it for a moment, before slipping further downwards to find her damp folds. There, his fingers travelled everywhere but Nia's most sensitive nub, teasing and dragging it out as he whispered more. "Where do you want me to touch you? Tell me."
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Always one to enjoy drawn out pleasure, despite feeling the tightness in his nether regions as he continued his movements through the woman's whimpering, he intentionally held off, gripping his muscles and biting his lip as his movements did not slow down, grinding against her in a way that intentionally wanted to drag out her pleasure, but not giving her that ultimate satisfaction she so desperately craved by now.
"Ah, but you see. You tempted me first, and for that, you have to know what it means when you tempt me." he responded glibly, intentionally letting his breath tickle her earlobe. Gathering her hair in his hands, he yanked at it so her neck would arch upwards, all while still holding her waist still with the other arm. Smiling like a cat who got his cream when she finally whispered her plea, he pushed her downwards this time so she was flat stomach down on the bed. The angle allowed him to push himself that inch further inside of her, a deep groan shuddering out from the recesses of his throat.
Releasing his hold on her hair, the man used both hands to brace himself on either side of her as he withdrew himself and thrusted again, just enough to satisfy the innate urge within himself to move. But even as he slowly pulled himself in and out of her, the man did not touch any other part of her, and instead murmured again. "I can't hear you Nia. What is it that you want?" he teased, his movements in no way fast enough to give her what she wanted and was begging for.
Slipping one hand between the sheets and her body, he purposefully cupped a breast and moulded it for a moment, before slipping further downwards to find her damp folds. There, his fingers travelled everywhere but Nia's most sensitive nub, teasing and dragging it out as he whispered more. "Where do you want me to touch you? Tell me."
Always one to enjoy drawn out pleasure, despite feeling the tightness in his nether regions as he continued his movements through the woman's whimpering, he intentionally held off, gripping his muscles and biting his lip as his movements did not slow down, grinding against her in a way that intentionally wanted to drag out her pleasure, but not giving her that ultimate satisfaction she so desperately craved by now.
"Ah, but you see. You tempted me first, and for that, you have to know what it means when you tempt me." he responded glibly, intentionally letting his breath tickle her earlobe. Gathering her hair in his hands, he yanked at it so her neck would arch upwards, all while still holding her waist still with the other arm. Smiling like a cat who got his cream when she finally whispered her plea, he pushed her downwards this time so she was flat stomach down on the bed. The angle allowed him to push himself that inch further inside of her, a deep groan shuddering out from the recesses of his throat.
Releasing his hold on her hair, the man used both hands to brace himself on either side of her as he withdrew himself and thrusted again, just enough to satisfy the innate urge within himself to move. But even as he slowly pulled himself in and out of her, the man did not touch any other part of her, and instead murmured again. "I can't hear you Nia. What is it that you want?" he teased, his movements in no way fast enough to give her what she wanted and was begging for.
Slipping one hand between the sheets and her body, he purposefully cupped a breast and moulded it for a moment, before slipping further downwards to find her damp folds. There, his fingers travelled everywhere but Nia's most sensitive nub, teasing and dragging it out as he whispered more. "Where do you want me to touch you? Tell me."
“You’re insufferable,” Nia groaned, whimpering as his movements slowed again. She thrust back against him whenever he pushed in further, but he was more determined to draw this out than just about any man she’d met. The Greeks truly bred their men differently, that she couldn’t deny. Normally, it was a joy, but this… Gods, she wasn’t sure when the last time was she’d been denied like this. It made her want to rage, but at the same time, it only made her want him more, moving her body in a tantalizing fashion beneath his.
“I may have tempted you, but I gave you what she wanted,” she pointed out reasonably enough, or so she thought. For some reason, Kreios didn’t seem very convinced. “This… this is just torture for the sake of torture,” she whined, practically writhing with the force of her need.
Her head was yanked back, breath hissing between her teeth. She offered Kreios a half-hearted glare before he was shoving her back down to the mattress and thrusting even deeper than before. The sound she made was halfway between a gasp and a moan, her legs shaking beneath her as he continued to tease her even further. His hands were everywhere but where she wanted them, groaning in frustration and desire both as they slid along her flesh.
“You know damn well what I want,” she retorted with the hint of a growl, moving her hips beneath his as if she could move his hand to where she wanted it. “And you know damn well where I want it.”
Nia’s hand reached to cover his, sliding his fingers to the glistening pearl that was practically begging for his attention. He wanted her to beg more, she knew, but she’d compromise. She’d tell him what she wanted in no uncertain terms. “There,” she whispered in a husky voice, putting her own pressure against his fingertips in not-so-subtle encouragement. “Touch me there.”
Eyes filled with a smoldering heat as she glanced back at him, her lips tilted in a sultry smirk. “Touch me, Kreios, finish me, and I promise I’ll be screaming your name to the ceiling soon enough.” If the slickness of his hand was any indication, her words rung with a breathless truth. She’d been hovering on the edge for long enough; once tipped over, she had no doubt of the explosion that would follow.
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“You’re insufferable,” Nia groaned, whimpering as his movements slowed again. She thrust back against him whenever he pushed in further, but he was more determined to draw this out than just about any man she’d met. The Greeks truly bred their men differently, that she couldn’t deny. Normally, it was a joy, but this… Gods, she wasn’t sure when the last time was she’d been denied like this. It made her want to rage, but at the same time, it only made her want him more, moving her body in a tantalizing fashion beneath his.
“I may have tempted you, but I gave you what she wanted,” she pointed out reasonably enough, or so she thought. For some reason, Kreios didn’t seem very convinced. “This… this is just torture for the sake of torture,” she whined, practically writhing with the force of her need.
Her head was yanked back, breath hissing between her teeth. She offered Kreios a half-hearted glare before he was shoving her back down to the mattress and thrusting even deeper than before. The sound she made was halfway between a gasp and a moan, her legs shaking beneath her as he continued to tease her even further. His hands were everywhere but where she wanted them, groaning in frustration and desire both as they slid along her flesh.
“You know damn well what I want,” she retorted with the hint of a growl, moving her hips beneath his as if she could move his hand to where she wanted it. “And you know damn well where I want it.”
Nia’s hand reached to cover his, sliding his fingers to the glistening pearl that was practically begging for his attention. He wanted her to beg more, she knew, but she’d compromise. She’d tell him what she wanted in no uncertain terms. “There,” she whispered in a husky voice, putting her own pressure against his fingertips in not-so-subtle encouragement. “Touch me there.”
Eyes filled with a smoldering heat as she glanced back at him, her lips tilted in a sultry smirk. “Touch me, Kreios, finish me, and I promise I’ll be screaming your name to the ceiling soon enough.” If the slickness of his hand was any indication, her words rung with a breathless truth. She’d been hovering on the edge for long enough; once tipped over, she had no doubt of the explosion that would follow.
“You’re insufferable,” Nia groaned, whimpering as his movements slowed again. She thrust back against him whenever he pushed in further, but he was more determined to draw this out than just about any man she’d met. The Greeks truly bred their men differently, that she couldn’t deny. Normally, it was a joy, but this… Gods, she wasn’t sure when the last time was she’d been denied like this. It made her want to rage, but at the same time, it only made her want him more, moving her body in a tantalizing fashion beneath his.
“I may have tempted you, but I gave you what she wanted,” she pointed out reasonably enough, or so she thought. For some reason, Kreios didn’t seem very convinced. “This… this is just torture for the sake of torture,” she whined, practically writhing with the force of her need.
Her head was yanked back, breath hissing between her teeth. She offered Kreios a half-hearted glare before he was shoving her back down to the mattress and thrusting even deeper than before. The sound she made was halfway between a gasp and a moan, her legs shaking beneath her as he continued to tease her even further. His hands were everywhere but where she wanted them, groaning in frustration and desire both as they slid along her flesh.
“You know damn well what I want,” she retorted with the hint of a growl, moving her hips beneath his as if she could move his hand to where she wanted it. “And you know damn well where I want it.”
Nia’s hand reached to cover his, sliding his fingers to the glistening pearl that was practically begging for his attention. He wanted her to beg more, she knew, but she’d compromise. She’d tell him what she wanted in no uncertain terms. “There,” she whispered in a husky voice, putting her own pressure against his fingertips in not-so-subtle encouragement. “Touch me there.”
Eyes filled with a smoldering heat as she glanced back at him, her lips tilted in a sultry smirk. “Touch me, Kreios, finish me, and I promise I’ll be screaming your name to the ceiling soon enough.” If the slickness of his hand was any indication, her words rung with a breathless truth. She’d been hovering on the edge for long enough; once tipped over, she had no doubt of the explosion that would follow.
"Torture for you, but only for you." he smirked, replying with a grin even as he continued his movements. The thing was, perhaps unlike the Egyptian he was currently in bed with, Kreios enjoyed prolonging the enjoyment until he truly could no longer hold on for much longer. Therein lay his pleasure, and since she was the one who had asked for it, Kreios would do exactly what it takes for him to derive pleasure in the act as well. She was the one who had wanted him in bed, wasn't it? Well, she didn't get a prettified version of him then.
He grin turned into a smirk when Nia finally gave in, and practically dragged his fingers over to where her sensitive pearl was. Finally acquiesing to what she wanted, Kreios hovered over where she positioned his digits, ghosting over the slick nub before he finally pressed into it and started going in circles, a smooth movement helped by her natural slickness.
Pressing her hips further down on the bed, his thrusts against her turned merciless as he pounded down all whilst his fingers circled her bundle of nerves. By then, it was obvious that Kreios too was racing to the finish line as he pumped himself into her. At some point, his fingers fell away from her folds as he gripped on her waist, so tightly it may even bruise her skin before the merchant finally spilled his seed within her as he finished, a low gasp as he pumped himself in her.
Eventually, his body relaxed from the spasms of reaching his orgasm within her, as he slipped his now softening length out of her, nudging her aside before falling on his back upon the bed she was splayed out on. Still catching his breath, the man took a few moments before eventually pushing himself into an upright sitting position, and then raised a brow as he looked at the Egyptian lady he had just bedded. "You go around doing this often?"
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"Torture for you, but only for you." he smirked, replying with a grin even as he continued his movements. The thing was, perhaps unlike the Egyptian he was currently in bed with, Kreios enjoyed prolonging the enjoyment until he truly could no longer hold on for much longer. Therein lay his pleasure, and since she was the one who had asked for it, Kreios would do exactly what it takes for him to derive pleasure in the act as well. She was the one who had wanted him in bed, wasn't it? Well, she didn't get a prettified version of him then.
He grin turned into a smirk when Nia finally gave in, and practically dragged his fingers over to where her sensitive pearl was. Finally acquiesing to what she wanted, Kreios hovered over where she positioned his digits, ghosting over the slick nub before he finally pressed into it and started going in circles, a smooth movement helped by her natural slickness.
Pressing her hips further down on the bed, his thrusts against her turned merciless as he pounded down all whilst his fingers circled her bundle of nerves. By then, it was obvious that Kreios too was racing to the finish line as he pumped himself into her. At some point, his fingers fell away from her folds as he gripped on her waist, so tightly it may even bruise her skin before the merchant finally spilled his seed within her as he finished, a low gasp as he pumped himself in her.
Eventually, his body relaxed from the spasms of reaching his orgasm within her, as he slipped his now softening length out of her, nudging her aside before falling on his back upon the bed she was splayed out on. Still catching his breath, the man took a few moments before eventually pushing himself into an upright sitting position, and then raised a brow as he looked at the Egyptian lady he had just bedded. "You go around doing this often?"
"Torture for you, but only for you." he smirked, replying with a grin even as he continued his movements. The thing was, perhaps unlike the Egyptian he was currently in bed with, Kreios enjoyed prolonging the enjoyment until he truly could no longer hold on for much longer. Therein lay his pleasure, and since she was the one who had asked for it, Kreios would do exactly what it takes for him to derive pleasure in the act as well. She was the one who had wanted him in bed, wasn't it? Well, she didn't get a prettified version of him then.
He grin turned into a smirk when Nia finally gave in, and practically dragged his fingers over to where her sensitive pearl was. Finally acquiesing to what she wanted, Kreios hovered over where she positioned his digits, ghosting over the slick nub before he finally pressed into it and started going in circles, a smooth movement helped by her natural slickness.
Pressing her hips further down on the bed, his thrusts against her turned merciless as he pounded down all whilst his fingers circled her bundle of nerves. By then, it was obvious that Kreios too was racing to the finish line as he pumped himself into her. At some point, his fingers fell away from her folds as he gripped on her waist, so tightly it may even bruise her skin before the merchant finally spilled his seed within her as he finished, a low gasp as he pumped himself in her.
Eventually, his body relaxed from the spasms of reaching his orgasm within her, as he slipped his now softening length out of her, nudging her aside before falling on his back upon the bed she was splayed out on. Still catching his breath, the man took a few moments before eventually pushing himself into an upright sitting position, and then raised a brow as he looked at the Egyptian lady he had just bedded. "You go around doing this often?"
At long last, Kreios finally gave her what she wanted, his hand moving in tandem with the rocking of his hips as he teased her no longer. Each thrust increased the volume of her moans, shaking beneath him while her body trembled for its release. Tantalizing her on the edge for so long meant that her ecstasy came quickly, back arching as she stiffened beneath him. Just as she’d promised, his name was called to the ceiling, the golden wave of her pleasure breaking again and again as his seed hastened to fill her.
Breathless, she rolled over from under him, her skin fizzling with a pleasant tingle. Her extremities verged on numbness as her body tried to recover itself, swallowing the taste of him with a swipe of her tongue over velvet lips. For a few long moments, neither of them spoke as she bathed in the afterglow, one of her legs periodically twitching in the sudden quiet of the room.
When he finally broke that silence, Nia laughed, turning to face him as she propped herself on an elbow. “Depends on your definition of ‘often,’” she teased with a smirk, body elongating in a catlike stretch while appreciative eyes roamed down his bared form. “Every day? No. But perhaps more than would be considered ‘seemly.’”
Fingertips idly roamed up his thigh, a thoughtless caress that sought to further appreciate the muscles beneath. Gods, but why had she always been so fatally attracted to Greek men? Such mixing was quite frowned upon in Egypt, but then Nia had never exactly followed along with what her peers thought appropriate.
“What about you? Do you often follow strange women from the market to equally strange taverns and then tease them nearly to the point of sobbing?” Her lips curled to deepen her smirk, mirth twinkling in the depths of her dark eyes. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but some might consider it a rather reckless kind of behavior.”
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At long last, Kreios finally gave her what she wanted, his hand moving in tandem with the rocking of his hips as he teased her no longer. Each thrust increased the volume of her moans, shaking beneath him while her body trembled for its release. Tantalizing her on the edge for so long meant that her ecstasy came quickly, back arching as she stiffened beneath him. Just as she’d promised, his name was called to the ceiling, the golden wave of her pleasure breaking again and again as his seed hastened to fill her.
Breathless, she rolled over from under him, her skin fizzling with a pleasant tingle. Her extremities verged on numbness as her body tried to recover itself, swallowing the taste of him with a swipe of her tongue over velvet lips. For a few long moments, neither of them spoke as she bathed in the afterglow, one of her legs periodically twitching in the sudden quiet of the room.
When he finally broke that silence, Nia laughed, turning to face him as she propped herself on an elbow. “Depends on your definition of ‘often,’” she teased with a smirk, body elongating in a catlike stretch while appreciative eyes roamed down his bared form. “Every day? No. But perhaps more than would be considered ‘seemly.’”
Fingertips idly roamed up his thigh, a thoughtless caress that sought to further appreciate the muscles beneath. Gods, but why had she always been so fatally attracted to Greek men? Such mixing was quite frowned upon in Egypt, but then Nia had never exactly followed along with what her peers thought appropriate.
“What about you? Do you often follow strange women from the market to equally strange taverns and then tease them nearly to the point of sobbing?” Her lips curled to deepen her smirk, mirth twinkling in the depths of her dark eyes. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but some might consider it a rather reckless kind of behavior.”
At long last, Kreios finally gave her what she wanted, his hand moving in tandem with the rocking of his hips as he teased her no longer. Each thrust increased the volume of her moans, shaking beneath him while her body trembled for its release. Tantalizing her on the edge for so long meant that her ecstasy came quickly, back arching as she stiffened beneath him. Just as she’d promised, his name was called to the ceiling, the golden wave of her pleasure breaking again and again as his seed hastened to fill her.
Breathless, she rolled over from under him, her skin fizzling with a pleasant tingle. Her extremities verged on numbness as her body tried to recover itself, swallowing the taste of him with a swipe of her tongue over velvet lips. For a few long moments, neither of them spoke as she bathed in the afterglow, one of her legs periodically twitching in the sudden quiet of the room.
When he finally broke that silence, Nia laughed, turning to face him as she propped herself on an elbow. “Depends on your definition of ‘often,’” she teased with a smirk, body elongating in a catlike stretch while appreciative eyes roamed down his bared form. “Every day? No. But perhaps more than would be considered ‘seemly.’”
Fingertips idly roamed up his thigh, a thoughtless caress that sought to further appreciate the muscles beneath. Gods, but why had she always been so fatally attracted to Greek men? Such mixing was quite frowned upon in Egypt, but then Nia had never exactly followed along with what her peers thought appropriate.
“What about you? Do you often follow strange women from the market to equally strange taverns and then tease them nearly to the point of sobbing?” Her lips curled to deepen her smirk, mirth twinkling in the depths of her dark eyes. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but some might consider it a rather reckless kind of behavior.”
He raised a brow at her coquettish way of answering, complete with a laugh. He wouldn't be surprised at all if she said she did this on a regular basis, for based on Kreios's judgement on what he saw, it certainly looked that way. His dark eyes met the way in which her own irises roamed his bare form, but Kreios did not flinch. He was used to being studied, and merely gave a thoughtful hum at her response, as her fingers sought his thigh.
Most of the time when Kreios came to Egypt or the region surrounding it, he was met with glances of disdain and dislike. He was very obviously greek with his bronzed skin that was not quite the copper of those in Egypt, nor did he own the accent of the locals, even if he spoke fluent coptic. That this one had willingly fallen in his bed was a surprise, pleasant as it may be.
But that did not mean he'd be lingering long. Afterall, he came to Egypt on business, and that business must be resumed quickly. "If the invitation was given, I do not see why I must refuse a gift that was given." he replied idly, a hapless shrug accompanying his words. "The teasing part... that's just what I favor. Not specific to strange women from the market, really." With a quirked up, one sided smirk, he gently nudged her fingers aside, and then got off the bed to fetch his pants and tunic.
Deftly, the man laced them back up, running a hand through his disheveled hair one last time before tossing a look at the lady who he had thoroughly bedded just minutes ago. "I am assuming to offer a gift or coin of any sort would be demeaning?" he asked. Kreios had partaken in his fair share of whores and bought body slaves before, and those always required payment. Yet he had also learned that to offer the same to the bedded ladies of a higher status seemed to be an insult, so instead, the Taengean man merely checked in. It may be blunt, and far too honest, but that is simply how the merchant functioned.
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He raised a brow at her coquettish way of answering, complete with a laugh. He wouldn't be surprised at all if she said she did this on a regular basis, for based on Kreios's judgement on what he saw, it certainly looked that way. His dark eyes met the way in which her own irises roamed his bare form, but Kreios did not flinch. He was used to being studied, and merely gave a thoughtful hum at her response, as her fingers sought his thigh.
Most of the time when Kreios came to Egypt or the region surrounding it, he was met with glances of disdain and dislike. He was very obviously greek with his bronzed skin that was not quite the copper of those in Egypt, nor did he own the accent of the locals, even if he spoke fluent coptic. That this one had willingly fallen in his bed was a surprise, pleasant as it may be.
But that did not mean he'd be lingering long. Afterall, he came to Egypt on business, and that business must be resumed quickly. "If the invitation was given, I do not see why I must refuse a gift that was given." he replied idly, a hapless shrug accompanying his words. "The teasing part... that's just what I favor. Not specific to strange women from the market, really." With a quirked up, one sided smirk, he gently nudged her fingers aside, and then got off the bed to fetch his pants and tunic.
Deftly, the man laced them back up, running a hand through his disheveled hair one last time before tossing a look at the lady who he had thoroughly bedded just minutes ago. "I am assuming to offer a gift or coin of any sort would be demeaning?" he asked. Kreios had partaken in his fair share of whores and bought body slaves before, and those always required payment. Yet he had also learned that to offer the same to the bedded ladies of a higher status seemed to be an insult, so instead, the Taengean man merely checked in. It may be blunt, and far too honest, but that is simply how the merchant functioned.
He raised a brow at her coquettish way of answering, complete with a laugh. He wouldn't be surprised at all if she said she did this on a regular basis, for based on Kreios's judgement on what he saw, it certainly looked that way. His dark eyes met the way in which her own irises roamed his bare form, but Kreios did not flinch. He was used to being studied, and merely gave a thoughtful hum at her response, as her fingers sought his thigh.
Most of the time when Kreios came to Egypt or the region surrounding it, he was met with glances of disdain and dislike. He was very obviously greek with his bronzed skin that was not quite the copper of those in Egypt, nor did he own the accent of the locals, even if he spoke fluent coptic. That this one had willingly fallen in his bed was a surprise, pleasant as it may be.
But that did not mean he'd be lingering long. Afterall, he came to Egypt on business, and that business must be resumed quickly. "If the invitation was given, I do not see why I must refuse a gift that was given." he replied idly, a hapless shrug accompanying his words. "The teasing part... that's just what I favor. Not specific to strange women from the market, really." With a quirked up, one sided smirk, he gently nudged her fingers aside, and then got off the bed to fetch his pants and tunic.
Deftly, the man laced them back up, running a hand through his disheveled hair one last time before tossing a look at the lady who he had thoroughly bedded just minutes ago. "I am assuming to offer a gift or coin of any sort would be demeaning?" he asked. Kreios had partaken in his fair share of whores and bought body slaves before, and those always required payment. Yet he had also learned that to offer the same to the bedded ladies of a higher status seemed to be an insult, so instead, the Taengean man merely checked in. It may be blunt, and far too honest, but that is simply how the merchant functioned.
Nia watched as Kreios dressed, cloth covering smooth muscle and concealing his body from her gaze once more. It was a shame that Greeks did not hold the same views on nudity the Egyptians did; she would have happily watched him (and many others) roam the streets without a stitch and never protested a word. Ah, well. Some cultural differences wouldn’t be overcome, but she doubted this would be the last time she saw a Greek body unclothed behind closed doors. Even if it wasn’t his.
Which it seemed it wouldn’t be. Once done with their tryst, he seemed almost eager to be rid of her, the question he asked putting a sour taste in her mouth. “Considering I’m not a prostitute, yes, that would be incredibly demeaning,” was her dry response, any lingering warmth she might have felt for the man instantly evaporating.
Stiff in her movements, she gained her feet and raised an eyebrow in his direction. While their afternoon together had been fun, his closing comment essentially assured that the experience would not be repeated. While Nia might be a little too free with her affections, they were indeed affections that were freely given, and she did not appreciate the implication of his question. Fixing him in her gaze, she added in a voice just as dry, “You may cover the room, though, if you’re intent on… recompense.”
Rummaging for her own clothing, she started tying it on, gesturing for him to carry himself right out the door. “You can leave now, Kreios. Head back to Greece, and have no fear that I’ll be calling on you again.”
Her good humor gone, Nia did not wait to see if the man left, gathering up her belongings and slipping her feet back into her sandals. It was not often she got truly offended, considering herself a rather easygoing person, but there were ways to get under her skin, and he’d just discovered one of them. Chin high in the air, she did her best not to look as insulted as she felt before she swept out of the tavern and back onto the streets, stiff-legged and irritated in her walk home.
Maybe it was time to rethink picking up strangers, after all.
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Nia watched as Kreios dressed, cloth covering smooth muscle and concealing his body from her gaze once more. It was a shame that Greeks did not hold the same views on nudity the Egyptians did; she would have happily watched him (and many others) roam the streets without a stitch and never protested a word. Ah, well. Some cultural differences wouldn’t be overcome, but she doubted this would be the last time she saw a Greek body unclothed behind closed doors. Even if it wasn’t his.
Which it seemed it wouldn’t be. Once done with their tryst, he seemed almost eager to be rid of her, the question he asked putting a sour taste in her mouth. “Considering I’m not a prostitute, yes, that would be incredibly demeaning,” was her dry response, any lingering warmth she might have felt for the man instantly evaporating.
Stiff in her movements, she gained her feet and raised an eyebrow in his direction. While their afternoon together had been fun, his closing comment essentially assured that the experience would not be repeated. While Nia might be a little too free with her affections, they were indeed affections that were freely given, and she did not appreciate the implication of his question. Fixing him in her gaze, she added in a voice just as dry, “You may cover the room, though, if you’re intent on… recompense.”
Rummaging for her own clothing, she started tying it on, gesturing for him to carry himself right out the door. “You can leave now, Kreios. Head back to Greece, and have no fear that I’ll be calling on you again.”
Her good humor gone, Nia did not wait to see if the man left, gathering up her belongings and slipping her feet back into her sandals. It was not often she got truly offended, considering herself a rather easygoing person, but there were ways to get under her skin, and he’d just discovered one of them. Chin high in the air, she did her best not to look as insulted as she felt before she swept out of the tavern and back onto the streets, stiff-legged and irritated in her walk home.
Maybe it was time to rethink picking up strangers, after all.
Nia watched as Kreios dressed, cloth covering smooth muscle and concealing his body from her gaze once more. It was a shame that Greeks did not hold the same views on nudity the Egyptians did; she would have happily watched him (and many others) roam the streets without a stitch and never protested a word. Ah, well. Some cultural differences wouldn’t be overcome, but she doubted this would be the last time she saw a Greek body unclothed behind closed doors. Even if it wasn’t his.
Which it seemed it wouldn’t be. Once done with their tryst, he seemed almost eager to be rid of her, the question he asked putting a sour taste in her mouth. “Considering I’m not a prostitute, yes, that would be incredibly demeaning,” was her dry response, any lingering warmth she might have felt for the man instantly evaporating.
Stiff in her movements, she gained her feet and raised an eyebrow in his direction. While their afternoon together had been fun, his closing comment essentially assured that the experience would not be repeated. While Nia might be a little too free with her affections, they were indeed affections that were freely given, and she did not appreciate the implication of his question. Fixing him in her gaze, she added in a voice just as dry, “You may cover the room, though, if you’re intent on… recompense.”
Rummaging for her own clothing, she started tying it on, gesturing for him to carry himself right out the door. “You can leave now, Kreios. Head back to Greece, and have no fear that I’ll be calling on you again.”
Her good humor gone, Nia did not wait to see if the man left, gathering up her belongings and slipping her feet back into her sandals. It was not often she got truly offended, considering herself a rather easygoing person, but there were ways to get under her skin, and he’d just discovered one of them. Chin high in the air, she did her best not to look as insulted as she felt before she swept out of the tavern and back onto the streets, stiff-legged and irritated in her walk home.
Maybe it was time to rethink picking up strangers, after all.