It had been a long few days, with the last twenty-four hours gradually becoming particularly taxing. And yet the most stressful of times was still to come in the next cycle of the sun. Tomorrow was the first large congregation to be held in the Senate since King Stephanos had taken his seat upon the throne and Fotios had been working tirelessly on orchestrating the results for months, attempting to - ahead of time - construct the natural and spontaneous events of the following day. Like orchestrating a symphony without permitting the players written music.
The entire thing had been somewhat of a fiasco in a wine goblet, as Irakles had presented Fotios with everything he wished to achieve but with little means of making it happen. That, of course, was Fotios' task and the role he had set up to play in his life. He would never be a man to rule a kingdom; the Gods had not been so fair, as to award him such a bloodline - but he could be the man behind the power. Behind King Irakles. Supporting and implementing the plans that would lead to his success from within the shadows.
Which suited Fotios just fine. The spotlight had never been where he wanted to place himself. A man determined to seek the limelight was a man destined to lose any form of power he might claim for his own. For the second you felt forced to display your strength, it was lost. True authority... true power was how you handled matters to your own satisfaction without your own name ever being spoken as the creator of such eventualities. As bright and glorious as Fotios sought to make the Leventi name, the light was never something he had wanted for himself...
Perhaps this was why the estate always felt so darkened upon the absence of his wife, Fotios mused as he finished tallying the final levies tome for Acharist. Drying the final figure with a soft blow to the parchment, he folded the book closed and stood from his chair, straightening as he did so, hands linked high above his head as he stretched out his back. Of the two of them, Fotios’ wife had always been the one more desirous of attention. As beautiful as she was, she deserved it and as calculating as she could be, she always achieved it. She loved to have the eyes of others upon her. Usually with the deepest shade of green she could encourage within them. Fotios had never sought such attentions. He far preferred to watch...
Hefting the tome from the smooth expanse of his desk and snatching the empty cup he had been drinking from that afternoon by its rim, Fotios inspected his work space to be assured that nothing had been left out of place nor that any unnecessary information was left to the prying eyes of any wandering servants, put away the records in the shelving opposite and then left his study for the night, closing the door firmly behind him.
There had been no candles to extinguish, no fire to be put out, for Fotios' study was a private place that even the servants dared not enter without express permission and direct instruction from either himself or the Lady of the house. As such, as usual on days when Eirini was away from home, Fotios had looked up in the middle of the evening and realised only belatedly that he had been reading by naught but moonlight for several hours. His work and purpose was normally so all consuming that it was not uncommon for the Head of the Leventi household to lose track of both time and of the basic necessities of life. Including food, drink and light.
It was always around dusk time that a servant or slave would be sent to his work space with a lit candle in order to re-illuminate the chambers - on his wife's orders. For she knew him so well. The same was to be said for how food would appear at his elbow every so often and his wine and water glasses rarely emptied. Today, it wasn't until he was enclosed in darkness, his tongue dry and his stomach hollow that he remembered such trifles.
Moving through the corridors of his home with a calm and self assured stride, Fotios spotted the slippered feet of one of his children heading for a flight of stairs she should have ascended nearly an hour ago.
"Hold." Fotios called down the hall, stopping the soft swish of fabric against marble in its tracks. "I see you, Dafni." The words hadn't finished leaving his lips when his youngest of three daughters clearly paused in her escape to her rooms and turned to return down several steps in a clearly diminishing stature. She knew it was too late to be awake and that her parents were particularly specific on when it was considered appropriate for women of young years to be wandering - even in their own home.
After a quick explanation of requiring a cup of water, Fotios was shaking his head.
"You have a bell to call for one of your ladies. That is what it is there for. You are not to be out of your chambers this late."
With a hastened curtsy, his daughter murmured and appropriate "Yes, father." and escaped up the staircase as quickly as her legs would carry her. Fotios' allowed a long and slow breath through his nose. He would have to speak with Eirini regarding Dafni's tutor. She had yet to run a couple of the finer points of decorum home and the girl was too old now to use the excuse of infancy to mask her lack of propriety.
Finding the rest of the house in darkness and all other occupants of it abed, Fotios was satisfied to retire to his library.
Despite his fine breeding ensuring that he grew up with every want and need catered for him out of hand, Fotios had no qualms about performing basics tasks himself (when he remembered); even if he refused to allow his daughters to follow such an example. He was a hands on sort of man and was the living embodiment of the phrase "if you wanted something done right; do it yourself." Plus, he liked the solitude of the household at night, walking around its corridors in the near dark with only moonlight and the occasional candle ensuring he could see well enough not to bump into anything. As such, he didn't wake a servant in order to fetch him a fresh bottle of wine from the storerooms in the kitchens. Instead, he simply went there himself, enjoying the sensation of stretching out his legs after a long day of them being folded behind his desk. The hypocrisy of the situation over his recent exchange with his youngest daughter phased him not.
After securing liquid nourishment and foregoing any solid food for the effort it would take to prepare it, Fotios then headed for that library and a particular book he had in mind to spend the remainder of the evening and potentially the rest of the night with.
An insomniac at the best of times, Fotios rarely slept more than a few hours every night or so. When his wife was away from home - as she had been for the last night and two days, Fotios would absorb himself in work, passing the hours with paperwork and correspondence that he would finalise in preparation for the next day. When Eirini was within the house, his nighttime hours were spent... far more pleasurably.
But tonight was something different. Following his usual motto of refusing to dive into plans and schemes for the following day when the event itself was so close (if it wasn't firmly in place by now, it would never be) Fotios had worked very little since daybreak, squeezing in only the basic daily administrations of his role as Head of House between visits from both Lord Achilleas and the Princess Xene. And he had no intention of breaking his vow of a leisurely day now. Instead, he had his evening straight in his mind already, he thought, as he pushed open the door to the library.
Eirini was due to return late in the evening after her time spent in one of the provinces. Her previous night was spent with a lover she was using a little too far North to give simply a few hours of her attention and her return today had been delayed by a stop needing to be carried out at the manor of a Lord who needed reasons for delay tomorrow. Reasons that Eirini was likely delivering as Fotios sipped his wine in the bookcase clad chamber of their home.
Selecting the particular tome he was interested in reading again - a large waxing publication on politics, written in Hebrew Arabic - Fotios lowered himself into his high backed chair - a gift from a merchant in the west - set his bottle and goblet to one side and settled in for the evening.
Three hours later and he was three quarters of the way through the book, and the bottle beside him was half empty, his cup holding only the dregs of his last pouring. He still hadn’t eaten and with his subconscious moving closer and closer to the papers on his desk that afternoon as the sun had gone down, he had a horrendous stiffness in his neck and back. But the wine was doing wonders for both.
It was only then that he heard the soft pace of a woman he knew so well, carrying quietly through the silence of the house. Having left the library door open deliberately, Fotios knew that Eirini would find him in her own time. For they had matters to be discussed regarding the activities they had each been engaged in over the last two days. She would find him, which left there no reason to rise form where he had settled into comfortable stiffness over the last few hours. Even less considering that his wife was not a woman to be ordered around. Well, other than in particularly private matters. But, in general, she liked the autonomy and trust he extended to her as she did to him, which left Fotios in his seat, still reading, upon her arrival into the room...
"You have a wicked tongue, my lady." The lords words were mumbled, his lips far to occupied by the creamy flesh of her thigh as he pushed the material of her chiton further towards her hip. Lay upon the plush and spacious Kline, Eirini was a vision to behold at the best of times, but within intimate moments such as these there seemed to be an added level of loveliness to her being. Positioned on her side with one hand tousled in her hair, honeyed eyes slipped down towards the man at her legs as she masked her smirk within her cup – it never failed to amuse her how she could reduce the powerful and mighty men of Taengea to such states of impropriety, and it delighted her to no end either. "Not wicked, my lord, only truthful."
With a final sip of her wine, Eirini leant forward to place her cup upon the adjacent table before returning to her position and shifting slightly so she was upon her back, gazing down at the man between her legs. A hand reached out, fingers raking through his thick curls, about his ear and finally along his jaw to cup his chin, urging him to look at her. Cepheus was young, handsome, headstrong and most of all, idealistic, he had taken over the ruling of his house only a few months prior and already he was starting to drone on in the senate about his 'enlightened' ways, which offered naught but an ear ache but offered a way in for Eirini, nonetheless.
Some men needed little more than a flutter of her eyelashes to become putty in her hands, others needed something a little more intellectually stimulating but they all crumbled to her whims sooner than later. Thus her method for dealing with Cepheus was just that, pander to his ideas, make him believe that they were kindred spirits – Eirini was good that, making men believe it was only him and her against the world.
As she gazed down into the blue eyes of Cepheus, her look was purposely intense. "Do you know why I am so taken with you, Cepheus? It is not because of your handsomeness or your good name, it is because you and I are one in the same. We believe in world of justice and equality, things that many in this world would sooner cast aside should it benefit their own pocket...but, if you think my tongue so wicked, perhaps I was wrong." She sighed heavily, pushing the boy back a little so that she could swing her legs over the edge of the Kline, the fabrics of her skirt slipping back into place, her demeanour taking upon a rather sullen nature and like a moth to the flame, Cepheus fell victim. "We are Eirini, you are the only person in Taengea who has ever appreciated my ideas – we are one in the same you and I." Lips pressed against her shoulder as his arms joined around her waist, pulling her close as though terrified he would loose her – Eirini might have smirked had she not been so engrained in her character. "Tell me how I can prove it to you, and I shall."
Despite already knowing exactly what she was going to say, Eirini bit down upon her lip and appeared deep in thought, until she raised her head and glanced back at him, shifting her position so that she may cup either side of his jaw. "Tomorrow, at the senate we have an opportunity to exact real justice and I need you to stand up for what it right, be my voice where I have none...together we can do what is right." His mouth opened as though to question her, but Eirini merely shook her head and pressed her finger to his lips. "Please, do not ask me to elaborate, I face grave risks just uttering this to you, but I trust you Cepheus...my own husband is to damn stubborn and loyal to listen to reason, but he is not the man you are and if you should do this I'll know you care for me just as much as I do for you." He seemed to contemplate for a mere moment before nodding enthusiastically, to which Eirini replied with a kiss, one that grew in intensity until just on queue one of her ladies entered the room, clearing her throat. "Forgive me Mistress, the hour is very late, Master shall be wondering where you are."
Pulling back, Eirini tipped her chin back over her shoulder and glanced at the woman, before offering a gentle nod. "Forgive me Cepheus, I must go. But remember, do right by our beliefs tomorrow and I shall be exceedingly grateful." With a final and gentle kiss to his cheek, Eirini rose from the kline and fixed her epiblema before heading towards the door, "Your husband doesn't deserve you, Eirini." This stopped her in her tracks, her eyes darkening for the first time that evening and a cruel laugh threatened to mock the boy, yet she managed to stomach these sentiments and instead offered him a small smile over her shoulder before she disappeared into the darkened hall.
There was no small measure of relief as she reached the security of her carriage, "What an intolerable little cunt." Came her mutter of disdain and once settled the driver began the journey home, the prospect of seeing Fotios once more enlightening her immensely. There was relative silence between herself and the two ladies that had accompanied her north, as Eirini found herself quite exhausted by the past two days and night events, so she had merely closed her eyes for the remainder of the journey, allowing the gentle sway of the carriage to lull her into a light sleep. One that was disrupted by its sudden stop; her eyes fluttered open and she pushed back the heavy curtain to see that she was in fact, home – the moment the door was open, Eirini descended.
Any length of time apart from her husband was difficult, especially on the nights for within his arms was the only place she had ever slept soundly – she looked forward to the prospect of that tonight. Her footfalls were quiet as Eirini navigated the dimly lit halls of the manor, her mind too focused upon where she might find Fotios at such an hour; his study perhaps? The most likely of places, Eirini concurred, for the man would often work himself into exhaustion if she was not there to lure him to more pleasurable activities. Just before she turned towards his study, however, Eirini spotted the ajar door to the library and turned her attentions towards it, peering inside curiously.
Her smile was instant upon spotting her husband sat within his chair, "How many times have I told you that you need more light to read at such an hour." The chastise was light and her smile did not falter as Eirini gently closed the door behind her before moving further into the room, stopping just in front of him to cup his head in her hands. "I have missed you dearly, my love" With each syllable she lowered her lips to his own, a show of genuine affection and love that was reserved solely for him. "Although you shall be pleased to hear that everything went accordingly, especially with Cepheus, that boy is so eager to please me he reminds me of a hound...a particularly randy hound that likes to hump legs." She laughed, reaching over to the wine bottle to pour herself a small tipple, the cup instantly brought to her lips. "And how have you spent our absence, my love? The princess spread her legs for you yet? Or is her golden cunt still under siege?" A brow arched curiously, a glimmer of mischievousness held in her gaze.
Looking up from his book as his wife entered the room, Fotios' gaze seemed to simultaneously melt and grow sharp. A contradiction in terms, to be sure, but the look was one more felt than expressed. The woman before him caused everything in his tighten - his gaze, his physicality, his mind, his heart - but it was the last that then had the look soften into something both molten and hot.
It had never made any sense to him how anyone in Court could believe him to not be hopelessly in love with his wife. For that was the tale that was often spun - along with many others. That he married her for her looks alone, that she married him for his title. That there was only lust and no respect, that there was only respect and no love... time and again the story was different and it kept the upper echelons of Taengean society - who loved to gossip at the best of times - eager and hungry for more. Every interaction they made and connection they fostered with the nobility was built on their own notoriety and the desire others had to understand and explore the truth among the rumours.
But looking at his wife now, he always did, Fotios was only convinced still further of the general stupidity of most of the aristocracy. For how could a man not adore all that was she?
Eirini of Leventi was in her forties and had birthed three children and yet she looked no older than the day he had met her serving mead to common folk. Instead, she had grown in confidence rather than age, settling into her life of lavish tastes and expense with all the ease of a fish learning to swim. A woman of substantial beauty who seemed to ooze glamour and breath sex, Fotios had never - in all his years married to the woman - felt so strong a connection with any other female; those he played and those he didn't included.
All she had to do was little more than walk into the room, the ends of her crimson chiton sweeping behind her, and Fotios was acutely aware of how long it had been since they had been intimate together. How long it had been since her had buried himself between her thighs. And it wasn't the split in her skirts to her hip or the way the gown plunged at the neckline that had his mind so preoccupied. Such attractions were not made for him but for the ignorant nobles that saw only the surface decoration. Fotios' attention was held by far more. The attraction was in the way she moved. The tilt of her head. The curve of her mouth. It was in her very skin.
The stupid men she was with on a regular basis saw the honey in the trap. But Fotios saw so much more; the trap itself. The mechanics, the structure, the intricate internal working. Her frame, her movements, her mind.
And as she came forwards chastising him softly as she did, Fotios found himself watching the sway of her hips and the way her hair shifted with a little more bounce when she was annoyed. He felt his sense of smell become more sensitive as it noticed the scent she preferred, touching the air around him.
He liked the way she cared for him. Despite being a queen amongst women, her general care of him was a sign of her devotion. For no other man would she see to his meals or that his eyesight didn't fail in the dim light.
She came forward and offered her husband that which he always desired upon her return. Cupping his face in a manner of possession that felt homely to him, Eirini drank sweetly from his lips. His body's reaction was instantaneous but he withheld any desire to immediately chase her to bed with the want of talking with her. Of reconnecting after her absence...
Staying quiet, Fotios first allowed Eirini to vent her frustrations over the noble man and felt his sexual reaction to her grow stronger, harder, at the notions of what she was saying; fuelled by a male instinct that demanded a claim over her, Fotios pushed such thoughts of jealousy aside and instead snorted lightly through his nose at her description of the boy. It didn't surprise him at all that the child would want nothing more than to mount his wife. And after twenty years the desire never dissipated - to that he could attest.
As she leaned over to pour some wine into his cup for herself, Fotios dropped his ankle from his opposing knee and sat further upright. Setting his book beside the bottle Eirini was settling back onto the little table, Fotios then reached out, his fingers sliding effortlessly into the slip of her skirts and finding the soft flesh of her thigh. Leaning forwards, in a moment of softness, Fotios rested his brow against her hip, his face only inches from where he knew she liked him to be... but the touch was more comforting than it was erotic. More possessive than it was wild...
He smiled down at the ground when his wife commented on the princess. He loved that Eirini had entirely ingratiated herself into his world of the rich and privileged, but he loved it even more that - in the privacy of their own company - she had the vulgar mouth of a woman that embraced the sordid and the dirty. Eirini was no prissy socialite, nor a dumb trophy. She was far more prized than all of that...
"I have not had her, yet." He commented, his gaze on the red fabric before him whilst his fingers stroked and pressed over her skin, reaching back to touch the curve beneath her arse. "But she visited my today and claimed a kiss from me." He chuckled a little at the reminiscence of earlier that afternoon. "It was done purely on drive and without thought. She will come to me soon enough."
Taking his forehead from her hip and looking up at Eirini, Fotios used the hand playing over the back of her thigh to draw her closer, splitting his knees so that she stood between them, him looking up at her from his seat. The vision had his mouth going dry and his tongue feeling heavy. His lips curved in a teasing mock of a smile. "You think my seductions are as harsh and clumsy as a siege, my love...? He challenged her, his eyes flashing. "You wound me."
Her husband's gaze would follow her into eternity, Eirini was quite certain about that and she quite welcomed it too. It was something that chilled others as much as it intimidated them; an icy blue stare that bore straight into their very core, causing a shiver of discomfort to caress their spines and make them question, what exactly does he know? For Eirini, however, the look evoked something entirely different. For her, the shiver became like a spark of excitement that added a gaiety to her step and a flush of colour to her cheeks – the only man in the entirety of Greece, and dare she say the world, that could so easily evoke such a reaction. Where others were chilled and intimidated, Eirini was left warmed and secure, a contradiction of his character that many would dismiss as works of fiction and yet such was the public facade of their relationship – by design no one could fathom that a man and a woman could love each other as deeply and as selfishly as Fotios and Eirini.
Just quite as accurately, no one would ever know the real them either, save for the other. For the early years of her life, Eirini had been but a shadow of the woman she was now; within her beauty there had been prospects and within her astuteness their had been potential, yet she had found herself pouring mead and wine to lecherous men with wandering hands, her own cold gaze and sharp claws not quite powerful enough to deter for long. Eirini had almost been at her wits end the evening she first felt his gaze upon her. She had grown accustomed to the stares, thrived off them as much as she ignored them, but his has caused her to stop...Fotios hadn't merely been admiring her beauty, he had been searching for something far deeper – it had been the first time she had ever felt nervous around a man, not that it had stopped her from approaching him a few weeks later, all but demanding why he looked at her in such a way.
The rest had been history, as they say, and it was entirely through Fotios' love, attention and trust that she had become the woman before him today – a woman whose body may have pleasured many, but whose own could ever fully be satisfied by her husband, and with a flash of those enthralling azure hues, Eirini felt all her previous exhaustion flitter away, and a fresh bout excitement tighten in her stomach.
Fotios would eternally be her home.
A smile curled her lips as his hand slipped into the slit upon her skirt, his head resting against her hip. It was a smile that only he had ever been privy to, one that softened her features and stripped her of all adornments be them physical or otherwise – in moments such as theses they were merely Fotios and Eirini, a couple devoted to one another.
A gentleness seeped through her form, her deft digits slipping through his hair and down his neck, nails stroking his flesh with the utmost tenderness. They may have shared their bodies with others, but that was all they were – sacks of flesh – only to reanimate truly upon their reunion. Eirini sighed out pleasantly, the cup to her lips, yet it was his touch she savoured not the libation. It mattered not that her absence had been a short one, she had longed for him desperately, even as her lover in the North had delved his digits into her slick core or the boy had trailed kisses along her legs, worshipping her every curve, it had been Fotios that she desired. Craved, even – to feel him dip between her thighs to sample her saccharine nectar – gods, she'd be surprised if he couldn't feel her growing heat right then and there!
Sipping away the sudden dryness of her throat, Eirini's chest rose and fell a little quicker than normal; for a woman possessing remarkable control when around others, she didn't half falter when it came to Fotios.
Part of her was pleased at the notion that he hadn't ravished the princess yet, as such jealousies were not completely absent from their marriage, but as his hand wandered along her thigh, fingers teasingly close to her sweet spot, a breath hitched hitched and her jealousies were momentarily forgotten.
"A kiss?" She snorted in mild bemusement, "How very naughty of her." Eirini drawled with a hint of her displeasure to her tone – the hypocrisy of which she was well aware of. How on earth could she begrudge her husband a mere kiss when she had spent the past day and night in the bed of another man? Logic sometimes neglected her, especially when the green eyed monster reared its head. Regardless, her gaze softened once again as he glanced up at her, allowing herself to be coaxed forward into the gap between his thighs.
Accompanied by an airy chuckle, Eirini shook her head and set down the cup to once against take her husbands head between her hands. "I dare not critique your art of seduction, for you know a mere look from you makes me ravenous for your cock and you are certainly not clumsy in your precision, dearest." Biting down upon her bottom lip, Eirini suppressed the grin that threatened to stretch. "I was merely referring to her stubbornness in welcoming you between her legs...perhaps I should go and warm her up for you..." She teased in return, her hands sliding down his neck and over his shoulders, applying a little pressure to his knotted muscles. "Tell me about this kiss...did you enjoy it? Did it excite you more than mine do?" Eirini baited playfully, her eyes locked with his own.
As his wife leaned into him, her touch travelling through his hair, down his neck and over the tops of his shoulders, Fotios moved forwards once more. His other hand moved to take hold of Eirini's leg, moving her to face him flush, he placed his brow once more against her body, this time at the top of the apex of her legs; no longer to one side of her hip, but directly where the heat of his breath might cause the most torment through her silken chiton.
With one hand holding her right thigh through the silks and his other finding its way to the smooth globe of her arse, Fotios held complete control of where the woman stood, positioning her directly before him and offering her the back of his neck and the open collar of his shirt so that she might work his muscles with that pleasing touch of hers. The touch was all a con, of course. A deception to pull on his heartstrings and secure further his infallible faith. She knew that no looks - not even hers - would be enough to hold Fotios for as long as their marriage had sustained. He needed a sharp mind and an equal partner in his greedy aspirations and in offering him relief for his shoulders she told him that she possessed both. The calculating scrutiny that inferred that his shoulders would be sore because he had clearly spent hours bent over his desk in the near dark - that was intelligence. And the fact that she had never reprimanded the work itself - only the lack of light by which he completed it - the fact that she did not suggest him to behave any less than the workaholic that he was, told him of their shared ambitions for the future. Ambitions that could only be sought through tireless hours of a perfectionist’s attentions. His attentions. With a single neck rub, she had told him everything he needed to know - and already knew - about how perfect his wife was for him.
She had to be doing it on purpose… he thought with wry amusement… the scheming witch.
Whether deliberate in its intentions or not, however, the touch of her fingers was working witchcraft. The way her fingertips sought out the knots in his muscles and pushed them into surrender. The sharp pain and then soft, releasing ache as she worked at his neck and back had Fotios hiss momentarily and then moan... the guttural sound sending the material of her dress fluttering, down the line of his gaze. He felt a moment of satisfaction as he wondered how much of that sound she would feel, reverberating through her skin beneath...
Distracted by her hands, it took Fotios a moment to react to her words, the hand on her thigh moving up and down in a comforting gesture, the silk beneath his palm shifting and wrinkling as he worked, his other stroking at the sensitive skin beneath the swell of her bottom.
Fotios drew his knees together to pin on either side of hers, a possessive gesture as they spoke of another woman in his life. His words, he spoke deliberately towards the expanse of red that was his only barrier between his lips and her own more intimate set, the silk of her chiton soft against his forehead. He chuckled at her words as the appendage she had so lovingly defined seem to jerk in his pants, determined to offer his wife what she claimed to so desire.
"You have the mouth of a sailor, wife of mine." He murmured against her, his tone amused and in no way critical. He paused to moan again as Eirini's hands found several knots between his shoulder blades. His eyes softly closed in a moment of desirous repose. "With virgins, the anticipation is always more of a draw than the physical." He told his wife, regarding Xene having failed to be too forward. "The more I hint of wanting her form but never doing anything to claim it, the more she'll come to me."
This was no serving girl or scribe boy whom he could seduce and then leave to their own devices. This was the sister of the king of which they spoke. And it was vital that any seduction made was - in her own mind - that of her own making. There could not be anything that led back to Fotios being in the instigator of any affairs. This had to be on the princess' terms which meant playing the game just a little more carefully than most. Which was why it was likely not best for Eirini to participate too greatly in the connection between himself and the young princess. Not considering the limited relationship he was supposed to have with her. It was best for Eirini to play the ignorant wife on this occasion. Not that he would ever decide that without first hearing her thoughts and she knew she was able to express them whenever she wished.
"I'll breech her fortress soon enough." He told Eirini, using her metaphor as the last of his words dipping in tone as she continued to touch him. His breathing was starting to become a little irregular, and his knees wanted nothing more than to draw her frame closer, for him to shift his pelvis to the edge of the seat. He did neither and held them where they were. "And said experience, just as with the kiss..." He broke away from her lower belly and looked up at her from his seat once more. He shifted his hand around her bare leg so that his fingers brushed, just slightly against her most secret place, seeking the warmth of her core from behind. "It will be nothing compared to with you." His gaze turned challenging, controlling, as he reached around and stroked one long finger down the crease of her womanhood.
"What of you, my love...?" He asked, his fingers tightening through the silk on her hip. "You have yet to give me all of the details of your visit with Lord Achelon..." He stroked her again, one long swipe, tormenting in its lack of pressure and slowness of touch. "What of him and the night you spent at his estate...?"
Deft and slender digits worked at his flesh with expert skill; in their some twenty years of marriage Eirini had come to know her husband well, especially his body and not just in an intimate manner, but also his aches and pains and the exact spots where his muscles would tense up from hours upon hours hunched over his desk. Yet, it was not through witchcraft or magic that she operated, she did not offer her services to bewitch him nor enslave him to her nefarious cause, she did it because Fotios was the only person Eirini cared for more than herself – the reaction it caused him, however, was very much desired.
Their absence from one another had already left Eirini craving a return to their usual acts of intimacy and for his touch, his lips and just the very sensation of his warm body pressed against her own as they rutted like beasts into the early hours – she had yearned for it ardently throughout their parting and thus the placement of his brow and the vibrations of his lips as he moaned and groaned and hissed throughout the massage, he only stoked that fire roaring within her belly. It was not she who was doing the bewitching that eve, rather him and there was little doubt in her mind that Fotios knew exactly what he was doing... the tease.
Yet as arousing as it was, there was also a gentle intimacy embodied within the gestures, an act of a woman who dearly loved a man and wanted him to be comfortable. A woman who wanted to show her appreciation to a man who had helped shape her into the woman she was today, who loved her and respected her and who did not shut her away like a trophy who was to be looked at but never touched. For as much as beauty alone could never have sustained Fotios in their marriage, the same could be said for Eirini and the wealth and opulence that he had submerged her in, granted they may have entertained her for a while but she would have undoubtedly have grown weary and miserable. Instead Fotios had offered her a partnership where he valued her opinion and nurtured her wicked mind, and in return she had given him everything. Her husband may have been a great many things to a great many people, but to Eirini he was akin to a god and one she would worship until her dying day.
"You adore my vulgar tongue." She muttered quietly, continuing her ministrations with the utmost precision as his oration over the chase of a virgin brought a roll to her honeyed eyes. Oh, she knew his game well, it had formed the basis of their first few months of acquaintanceship and for a moment Eirini thought back to their early days, to all the heated glances, featherlight touches and spine tingling whispers – how many of those tactics had been used upon the princess? "Just like what happened between us." There was a tinge of vulnerability to her tone, one that had only been present upon a number of occasions throughout their marriage. Her ministrations ceased briefly as her mind seeped further into the depths of insecurity, an emotion that Eirini loathed to feel and seldom did for she knew she was beyond comparison to any other, but Xene was no ordinary noble, she was a princess and young. Forcing the sentiment deep into the pit of stomach, Eirini sighed heavily to rid herself of the burdensome thought, a smile quickly curling at her lips. "That you will, my love."
She could not have dwelt further in her emotions even is she had wanted to, for the brush of his finger along her slick folds brought a hitch to breath as she resisted (barely) to roll her hips against him for greater stimulus, opting instead to bite down upon lip in a failed attempt to stifle a moan. The touch coupled with his words brought a heavy heave to her generous bosom, her flesh prickling with a fevered excitement – such a tease. "I'd murder her in her sleep if I thought it would be otherwise." The genuine nature of her words remained allusive, but it hadn't been the first time she had offered such a threat and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
His continued almost tortuously slow ministrations begot a breathy moan from full lips, her grip tightening upon the fabric of his shirt just as his own did upon the fabric of her skirts, both equally as possessive. Lips twitched with her sultry eyes cast down upon him, "you wish to hear of by night with Lord Achelon?" Oh, how she delighted in engaging him in tales of her conquests. "He believes himself to be the most spectacular lover, yet he is a brute of a man who knows little about how to pleasure a woman. The moment I walked through the door he was upon me, desperate hands eager to claim me, he tore at my gown until my breasts were free – they're his favourite part of me you see – he grasped and suckled like a babe, pressing me up against the wall as his hands pulled the rest of my chiton away and like the barbarian he is, he fucked me up against the wall..." Eirini growled as though the memory elicited some form of animalistic instinct to rise to the surface, her hands once again roaming her husbands shoulders and back, nails raking with slightly more pressure than she had been before and then suddenly she stopped, a grin threatening to spill over. "...for all of a minute." Her mocking laughter followed, her dark curls bouncing with the gesture. "Quite unsatisfactory, as you can imagine."
When she commented on his love for her vulgar tongue, Fotios smiled to himself. He did enjoy how she could be crude at times, but it had little to do with her tongue - a piece of her that he loved in all manner of other ways - and more to do with her mind. That she knew when to spin a tale, when to pepper the conversation with formalities, when to turn him on with crass vulgarities. He admired, not the words, but her ability to play sweet music appropriate for her audience. Her tongue was merely the instrument she commanded.
When Eirini commented that the interactions between himself and the Princess Xene were like that of he and her - of so many years ago when she had been virginal and he had drawn her into his world, his fingers turned sharply into her skin. Unlike her own, his nails were short and offered her just the pressure of each fingertip and the delicate sharpness of each little crescent. There was no delicious rasping that she was currently executing on his back, sending his senses onto high alert.
"No." He determined, his voice as hard as his grip. Slowly, Fotios put pressure and strength into his legs, lifting himself from the chair. He held Eirini still closer, as his body stroked the length of hers as he rose, his obvious desire for her wrinkled her silken gown as it caught and then settled itself firmly between her legs, pressed up against her mirrored desire. The touch of member to womanhood had Fotios' upper lip peeling back from his teeth on a hiss of sensitivity, despite the layers of clothing between them. Removing his fingers from her secrets and shifting the other to her backside, Fotios held a soft globe of her arse in each hand and drew her up against his desire. Hard.
"This is calculated.” He told her, referring to his efforts with the princess. ”Every moment, touch, look and implication - I think and consider." He told her. He wanted another hand to touch her chin, to press into her lower lip with his thumb. But he refused to let go of her rear as he supported her on her toes up against his throbbing need. With Eirini it was always sacrifices. He never had enough hands. "With you, there was no thought." He leaned in and, without kissing her, nipped at her lower lip with his teeth. "Only obsession."
When Eirini went on to describe the actions she had enacted with the man she had been to see, Fotios felt himself grow still longer, pressed up against her pelvic floor. He grew painful now as his anatomy pushed against the restraints of his clothes. Her descriptions had him imagining. Not the man and his doings but her. How she would look pressed against a wall, how her hair would splay over the surface as her head thrashed in pleasure, how her mouth would break open as she cried out in passion... All of which she would do if he had been the one to fuck her against a wall - or any surface for that matter.
His grin was one of possession and almost... approval. As if he were pleased that she hadn't been satisfied by her conquest. Which he was. He might not have liked to ever see Eirini lacking in what she wanted, but a lacking lover would have only served to remind her of what she had with him - what they had together - and what she truly wanted but didn't get from those she strayed to for their joint benefit. Like the worst sort of temptation and reminder of that which you truly sought.
"So..." He prompted her, needing to hear the words as he released one side of her arse and lifted the hand to her jaw. His index finger curled beneath her chin and his thumb pinched down on her lower lip as he had wanted to before, controlling her mouth, in a possessive hold. "He did not make you cum, my love?" He asked her with a wicked light to his eye. "Did not make you scream?"
Eirini sucked in her bottom lip as his body caressed the length of her own in Fotios' slow and calculated rise to his full height, the firmness of his member gathering the crimson silks of her skirts before nestling flush against her cunt – many in Taengea may have accused her of being the teasing seductress of House Leventi, but little did they know of her husband's equal skill when it came to such intimate moments...a skill that never ceased to make her tremble.
A whimper parted her lips at the sudden absence of his fingers from her most intimate area, yet there could be little complaint for the moment his hands became occupied by the globes of her arse, his firm grip pulling her tightly against him and his arousal, Eirini became almost intoxicated by lust – the sensation of his cock pressing the delicate fabrics up against that sensitive bud and the wetness that served as testament to her own arousal.
It wasn't just Fotios' actions that caused such a reaction within her however, his words held valuable sway also. Glancing up at him through the dark lashes that framed her almond eyes, her gaze was one of satisfaction enveloped by adoration. It pleased her beyond words to hear him speak of the Princess in such a way, to know that he held their relationship with such reverence that none could compare to her. Eirini may have been a woman who thrived off the adoration of other, but there was one whom she craved it from the most, and that was the man whose hot breath uttered such pleasurable soliloquies before the tug on her lip forced a guttural growl to rumble in her chest.
Her hands slipped from is shirt, grazing back over his shoulders and over his chest until her nails dug harshly into his flesh – theirs a game of power and possession and Eirini was eager to add a lasting gesture to his words of obsession, she wanted all to know who Fotios really belonged to, she wanted to leave her own mark. "As you are mine." Eirini purred, breaking the intensity of their gaze to descend her lips upon his throat. Nipping teeth grazed over his flesh, only to be soothed by the wetness of her tongue and the softness of her lips, a fleeting silence settling between them as Eirini allowed his mind to delve into the image she had painting for him.
Honesty framed the success of their arrangement and Eirini was always transparent with her affairs, her husband knew every sordid detail behind them and whilst most of that was due to the rules that they played by, part of her also delighted in the possessiveness that occasionally flared when she painted an overtly graphic picture. Eirini hadn't fabricated the lack of skill nor stamina within Lord Achelon but it was perhaps a little unfair to mock him so blatantly, for all men fell short when compared to Fotios, even the most skilled who went to great lengths to see that she was left satisfied.
Eirini's lips drew back from her husband's neck at his coaxing, the scent of her arousal present upon the finger that tipped her head up to ensnare her once again with his vivid hues. His questions were as self-serving as they were possessive, just like Eirini needed to be reassured of his obsession with her, Fotios needed verbal acknowledgement of his possession over her...even if they both knew the answers, it was a reassurance that giddied them both. Yet, Eirini did not offer it swiftly, she drew it out by quickly pulling her head back but before he could withdraw his hand, her own fingers clamped around his wrist, guiding his digits to her lips.
Her tongue ran the length of the two that had teased her quim, the lingering taste of her essence a powerful aphrodisiac that saw Eirini take his digits passed her lips and fully into her mouth, all-the-while her own gaze locked with his own. Her tongue caressed the appendages, encircling and parting to ensure that they were suckled clean and once they were, Eirini pulled them back. "No.." her answer finally came, rolling her hips a fraction to cause a delightful friction to surge through them both. "They rarely do. It seems there is only one man who can truly please and pleasure his woman." Her chest pressed heavily against his own, a breast slipped from the sultry low scoop of her neckline as arms came to wrap around his neck, drawing her ever closer to him (if such a thing was even possible). Head tilted back, Eirini's dark tresses tumbled down her back, her lips mere inches from his own as she went on in seductive whispers. "Only one who can make her scream and cum over and over again until she surrenders to the exhaustion that accompanies being thoroughly fucked."
A tempting smirk tugged at her lips, "I don't suppose you know where I can find such a man do you, my love?" Eirini teased with a coquettish giggle that was silenced only as she captured his lips in a hungry and desperate kiss that offered her true answer – proving that there was only one man who could rouse Eirini to such dizzying heights of pleasure, and that man was Fotios.
Fotios's pupils widened, the dark consuming his irises, and his nose flared as Eirini confirmed that such obsession - such addictive draws - that he felt towards his wife were mutual between the two. It was something he had known for decades now and yet hearing it struck him somewhere deep every time.
A man used to manipulations and schemes, it was no surprise that Fotios liked to control the world around him in any and every way he could. He would have desired nothing less than to be a ruler or King himself but had long come to terms with the reality of his birth, seeking opportunities for power beside those who could reach the top of the social ladder that was forbidden to him. But his desire for control went far beyond political gain. Fotios was master of his domain. He ruled his home with a will of stone, he had to know absolutely everything he could read., he had to be aware of every minor detail of the kingdom. He was utterly obsessed with the world around him and being the one who could understand everything in it. He was a man who felt lost at sea and, inevitably, wrathful if ever he was thrown for something he didn't yet already know or understand. Eirini knew this. Had seen this in their early days when they had yet to work out the ways in which he was to be informed of everything she did outside of their home. He was compulsive in his need to be fully disclosed of everything she did and with whom. And if a secret was found to have been kept... he was angered beyond measure.
As his private life was so dominated by his need for control, so too was Fotios' sex drive. His wife being shorter than him, looking up into his gaze with vulnerable longing... the idea that she would beg if he made her, that she would get down on her knees and worship him without the slightest insistence from him, had his core body temperature simmering at 'high' almost every moment that she was within his sight. Not that he didn't love when she put up a fight. Eirini was a powerful and cunning woman and she played their games well. She knew when to challenge, when to tease, when to provoke jealousy in the pit of his stomach. But at the end of the day, if he told her to get on all fours and take it how he wanted, she would do just that. Without complaint. And usually with great pleasure.
It was what made their dynamic work so well... Eirini was everything he could have ever hoped to find in a partner - her mind, her wit, her tongue, her body... but when there was ever a doubt, when authority had to be established... Fotios was in control. If for no other reason than his gender. And, in return, he worshipped her for her penitence. Venerated her for her loyalty. And in the end, they were both left highly satisfied. Within themselves and with each other.
Fotios did nothing to mask the half smile of satisfaction that played over his features as Eirini spoke of the lacklustre lovemaking the noble she had been with could offer her the previous night. This was often the case, as so many men didn't know what to do with, nor how to satisfy a woman of Eirini's particular... needs. But he knew her words now, as she pressed her body up against his frame and drew him still closer, were mere tease and ego-stroke. For she had been satisfied by men before. And she had told him so. Those nights were always their most... invigorating... as he rode her with a rough desire that bordered on violence.
That would not occur tonight, however. This time she had been left wanting. And wanting was how he would keep her...
As she pressed her lips to his own, her mouth searching and clearly hungry, Fotios took no time to withhold what she wanted, nor tempt her with softness and affection. Instead, the moment they connected, Fotios claimed her. Hard. His tongue engaging immediately, pushing its way between her lips, delving deep into her mouth, in a connection of bodies that could hardly constitute the word "kiss". His mouth and tongue were all encompassing, claiming her in a way that might make other women - less receptive women – choke, gag or feel violated. But he had never known Eirini to be unable to “take” anything… No matter the depth or the size…
The carnality of the kiss sent fire racing through Fotios' bloodstream and had him immediately ready to cum. To release his seed deep inside her willing body. It was a strange sensation or moment, though. For he was so very on edge and ready to throw his wife to the ground, push her legs wide and bury his cock deep inside her and yet... at the same time... the brutality of their kiss already felt like they were fucking.
Taking a handful of her hair and drawing her closer with it, tugging at the roots to tilt her face up higher for a better angle, Fotios used the hand that still held her arse to sweep aside the sections of her chiton, tearing it where necessary, to expose her to him. Stepping forward, Fotios pushed himself between her legs, his thigh now pressed up hard against her most sensitive spot.
He broke the kiss - or whatever the assault could have been called - and offered his wife a look that held no affection or compassion save for his eyes - eyes that burned with fire.
"Ride me." He ordered, his thigh pushing up against her bud...
Their marriage nor relationship was traditional in any sense of the word. It had been whispered when they had first married that men took women like Eirini as concubines and whores, not as wives – she was a woman of incredibly low breeding, the daughter of a mere foot soldier and a woman who he had forced himself upon...the furthest thing from a daughter of the gentility in every sense of the word. Yet Eirini had been blessed by the Queen of the Gods herself, she possessed beauty, intelligence and above all, cunning.
Her match with Fotios could have appeared to have been fated, for why else would a man of his station take such a lowly girl as his wife unless to serve a greater purpose? Whilst Eirini believed in this herself, to a certain extent anyhow, she also believed that they had been made specifically for one another for who else but she could thrive off his possessiveness and commanding nature, and who else but he could offer autonomy to a woman who needed freedom and trust. Of course, their relationship was not so straight forward as that, theirs was a love and obsession with many intricate complexities woven into its fabric, all of which lead to an explosive, often volatile display of passion, possession, fire and hunger.
From the second Eirini had been ensnared by Fotios' icy stare, she had known she had met her match – discovered her perfect partner and since that day, all other men had fallen short in comparison.
It was the farthest thing from traditional but that didn't matter, they had risen above the whispers of judgment and implanted themselves at the very pinnacle of society, something they could have only achieved together. You see, that was of import too, for as much as she had given herself over to her husband, woven her own ambitions into his and remained, to a large extent, indebted to him for raising him to such a position, Eirini knew that she was the only woman who he could ever want to stand by her side.
The thought alone was euphoric.
Yet his kiss was devouring, a testament to his domineering nature that he lorded in such delightful ways over her – it re-emphasised their positions within their marriage in every sense. His tongue probed and teeth grazed, it was greedy and brutal and as his hand twisted up in her hair, pulling her head back at a sharp angle, it because painful too. A hiss spilled into his mouth – at the same time, it was nothing but delightful. The balance of pain and pleasure coexisted effortlessly, for there was nothing to fear like many women would have feared had their husbands acted in such a brutish manner – pain could become overbearing if there was not trust, and Eirini trusted Fotios with everything.
The tearing of material flittered to her ears, something she may have protested with another, but with Fotios it only added to her eagerness of being fully possessed by him once more.
Her wetness would have warmed his thigh as he pushed it up against her core, eliciting a sharp moan preceded quickly by a small whimper as he pulled back from the kiss, her lips reddened and swollen by his onslaught. Another moan caught in her throat as he pushed his thigh up harder against her cunt, her head nodding at his command for she lacked the ability to form words at that moment.
Pushing down upon him, Eirini adjusted her grip, nails upon one hand imbedding within his flesh as her other hand fisted within the fabric of his shirt. The roll of her hips created a glorious friction between her throbbing bud and the fabric cladding his thigh. Another moan spilled from her lips and in quick succession after that as she ground her cunt against the offered surface to stimulate herself, her wetness seeping through the material.
Eyes closed in her euphoric delirium, her lips parted and offered little resistance to the her vehement moans – not that the servants (or their daughters) would not be use to such noises coming from the master and mistress, and even if they weren't, Eirini cared little for propriety. "I-I think I'm going to cum..." Words formed breathlessly in her throat, as the delightful overtures of pleasure began to curl her toes and caress her spine – Eirini increased her paced. Gripping her husband a little tighter, her lids opened, her gaze lightened with arousal, pleading. "Let me cum, Fotios, please."
The carnal ownership he took of Eirini's mouth gave her little opportunity to make noise and none at all to speak. He claimed her entirely; her mouth, her tongue and her words. But he knew, in the moments when the seal of their lips was broken to change position or begin a new assault of the senses where her voice peaked through in a gasp, mew or moan, that she was right there with him, enjoying the raw need that fuelled his actions. Had there been any sign that Eirini wouldn't enjoy what he was doing to her he would have, in that moment, ignored it. For any negative reaction now had to be pure falsehood and teasing. He knew his wife. Had been "knowing" is wife for twenty years; in every possible way and every possible position. He knew what she liked and what she didn't. He knew what she wanted and what he would allow. Any protests had to be to fuel his own desire, not to communicate a lack of it in her...
Her final moan as their lips parted told Fotios everything he needed to know about her building hunger, which was why he had pushed his thigh up and against her, offering her the friction of rough fabric to soft flesh and encouraging her to let her hunger fly.
The first push against him had her loosing a groan that was almost a soft grunt it was so guttural. He knew in that moment - if there had ever been any doubt - that Eirini's sexual encounters the previous night had been particularly unspectacular. He knew his wife. She needed at least a few moments of climax a day to feel truly herself. Else she wound up like a top. Fotios was normally happy to oblige each and every morning. Often, she would awake with the sunlight to find him already buried behind her legs, his tongue tormenting her, stoking her so that she awoke already half crazed with lust, already on fire for his claiming. The woman went several times before she was through. And that was only the mornings...
To have gotten no completion the previous night, nothing at the break of day and to have them gone the day travelling or toying with the sexual advances of a man she wouldn't allow close enough to try... his wife had to be in serious need. Her insides wound up tight, her sexual desires clawing at the inside of her belly and making her itch.
It seemed to Fotios - and to Eirini's instincts - that the way to fix that was to seek friction with his leg as hard and as fast as possible, as she pushed hard up against him once more. Her eyelids fluttered closed for a moment as she enjoyed the sensation, her swollen lips parting on a breathy moan.
As her hands took hold of his frame, one on his shoulder and the other bunched in his tunic to give herself balance, Fotios rested his fingers gently on either side of her hips. But he didn't take hold, didn't control. He wasn't interested in forcing Eirini to rub herself up and down his leg. No. He wanted her gyrating and thrusting against him through her own will. Losing herself to wanton pleasure as she humped his leg like an animal, all elegance and grace gone. Just pure sexual beauty.
The top of his thigh grew warm as his skin sensed the dampness through the fabric and he knew that, if he looked down and could see in the dim light, there would be a dark smear across his pants where she had left her mark. Again, there was no poise or propriety here. And Fotios luxuriated in that as she bucked and pushed against him, her breath shortening, her mouth parting, her chest gasping... Her jerks grew faster and sharper, her moans cutting off into little cries, her eyes flew open and drilled into his as she begged...
"Let me cum, Fotios, please."
With a soft - almost angelic - smile, his eyes hooded with desire, his cock hard as marble and pushing against the front of his pants, now at an almost painful angle it was so determined to push out and towards her, Fotios offered her no such relief, despite his own desires. Tightening his hands on her hips so he had control now, Fotios held her where she was and removed his thigh from between her legs, before she could do any such thing nor follow the movement with her hips... The answer to her question was a soft shake of his head.
"Not yet…" He told her softly, his voice suddenly a little rough... It was impossible for his libido not to spike when he was bearing witness to a woman such as Eirini, thrusting up against him in wanton abandon. But he enjoyed telling her “no”. Enjoyed the control he exercised over her orgasm. For he knew that she would not touch herself to finish the job. No matter how much in need she was. It had never been something they had spoken aloud but it was as if an agreement had been reached between them, years ago: that it was somehow wrong to pleasure oneself when the other was present and so willing to provide the service. Which meant they were never allowed to bring themselves to their climax when the other was in the house – it had to be done by the other and on their terms. Unless they have a specific request for something they could watch of course…
Taking the ends of her dress that he had torn, Fotios grabbed ahold of one of Eirini’s shoulders and nudged her quickly to spin. Her moment of desire making her weak in the knees had her turn quickly and lose balance. In that single moment, he had twisted the remains of the dress back around her hips to hide her secrets from view and bent to hook his arm beneath her knees. As she fell, he took her weight and a heartbeat later she was in his arms.
”If you’re going to scream, you might as well do it in our bedchamber. The servants will be less surprised.” Not that they didn’t often enjoy making significant noises in the rest of the household. But for some reason – perhaps the fact that he had been entirely unable to sleep the night before, or the fact that he had only just seen Dafni on the stairs a few hours ago but - he wanted to take her in their bedroom. It didn’t have to be in the bed itself. He quick enjoyed Eirini up against any flat surface he could have her on or any item he could bend her over. But at least within the walls of their chambers he wanted it to be.
The journey was quick because Fotios’ stride was long and purposeful. But it was no uneventful. He had worked her to push Eirini’s desires into the higher levels and he wasn’t about to allow a few minutes of walking to cool her blood and settle the tensions inside her womanhood. He wanted her just as hot and heavy as she had been downstairs. And there was an easy way to keep her there.
Carrying her with an arm around her shoulders and his hand then secured over her arse – she herself taking some of her weight by securing her hold around his neck – and his opposing bicep supporting her legs, if he twisted his arm just right… Fotios had a spare hand…
Finding the opening of the wrap around he had secured her hips, Fotios rested his hand over her mound, shifted until he found the right spot and pushed his thumb inside her. His finger stretched over the crease of her arse to support her, but his thumb worked in a smooth and torturously pumping in and out of her slick cunt with each step as they left the library, headed down the hallway, mounted the stairs and finally entered the bedroom.
Keeping her pleasure peaked but always stilling his hand if it looked like she was getting too close to orgasm, Fotios had her in the same state of worked up arousal by the time they reached their shared bedchamber – if not more so. His own breathing had escalated and his eyes had darkened still further.
Before she could become too attached to the feel of his hand instead her, Fotios let the woman go so that she could find her feet and drew his hand to her face. He pushed the thumb that had been inside her between her lips, a silent command to suck him clean.
”Now…” He commented; his voice rough as his eyes watched her lips go to work… ”You’re going to show me how much you missed me wife of mine…”
His response elicited a whimper, one that was enforced by the withdrawal of his thigh and a tightening of her inner muscles that halted her climax with almost unbearable desperation. Fotios knew her well, down to her very core he knew how her mind operated, what she craved, adored and despised – he could, for all intents and purposes, play her like lyre making her dance to whichever tune he strummed, and no more so than when it came to matters of the flesh.
Fotios would have known that her days parted from him would have agonisingly lacklustre and disappointing, it hadn't been the first time she had reported to him on Lord Achelon's lack of skill and stamina and with the young lord... well, she hadn't given to him her secrets yet and even if she had, Eirini tended to find them flustered and fumbling and whilst their eagerness to please was satisfying to a certain degree, it could get rather mundane at the same time. Then again, all men bored her eventually, even the ones who excited her at first and brought wave upon wave of pleasure – it was only Fotios who had ever held her attention so utterly and completely. Only he who could turn her into a wanton whore driving her to such dizzying heights of pure ecstasy.
As he grasped what remained of her dress, his following actions were lost to the pent up frustrations she felt from the sudden lack of friction against her bud, it was only when he spun her around with such a velocity that her knees buckled did Eirini become once again in tune with her surroundings. Naturally, he caught her effortless, lifting her up into his arms like some Homeric hero...or perhaps villain would have been more appropriate, whisking her away to ravish her completely. That notion excited her most ardently and as she looped her arms around his neck, her teeth clamped down upon his earlobe. "Fuck the servants, fuck everyone." Eirini all but growled, her breathy whisper hot against his ear.
His pace was swift, thankfully so, and far from uneventful. Though her husband did not need to worry about the fire that raged inside her being extinguished any time soon – Eirini always seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal within Fotios' company – he seemed intent on keeping on the precipice of sheer pleasure. He was wise however, though Eirini may have branded him cruel for his calculated response, pushing a lonesome thumb beyond her folds and into the welcoming warmth. Not enough to bring upon her climax, but enough to tease and provoke, making every step he took seem agonisingly long.
Her husband was a calculating and cunning man and Eirini admired that a great deal about him, she adored how his wicked mind worked and delighted in the deception which was born from it – they were the same in many ways, both eager to bask in the sinful wickedness that the other exuded and Eirini knew, even if he didn't show it, that each step was as equally tortuous for him as it was for her.
Their bedchamber was a welcomed sight and as soon as they entered, Eirini pushed the door shut with her foot as they passed. Fotios placed her down a moment later, the thumb that had been working her cunt now parting her lips – she took it gladly, her gaze holding his own as she suckled her juices from him, delighting in her own taste.
”Now...You’re going to show me how much you missed me wife of mine…”
Lips curled around the appendage, a wicked glimmer catching in her eye as she craned her head back, her teeth lightly grazing against his thumb until it fell from her mouth. "As you wish, my lord." Her lips crashed against his once again then, hungry and desperate and with the added taste of her own essence upon her tongue for him to sample. Her hands were not idle either, tugging at his tunic and breaking the kiss to pull it up over his head, she threw it to the floor and allowed her hands to roam his bare chest. "So handsome." Eirini muttered, words muffled by the flesh of his shoulder, descending south across his chest and stomach as she sank slowly to her knees.
A grin stretched as she settled before the visible bulge in his trousers, his arousal pleasing her to no small extent. Nails lightly raked over his thighs then and over the outline of his cock until they reached the stays that fastened his riding pants; Eirini pulled on them slowly, her tongue tracing a path across her bottom lip as though she were a woman starved presented with the most palatable delights – oh, but Eirini was starved...of him and she found herself absolutely greedy for his cock. Once loosened, she curled her fingers around the waistband and yanked his trousers down to his knees, his cock springing free from its restraints, flushed red and swollen from her neglect. "It seems that my husband has missed me also – have you been much neglected, my love?"
A kiss to his thigh was the last tease she gave to him before she took hold of him fully, her hand running along his member as the nail of her thumb lightly stroked its head. "Fear not, your woman is home now." Dipping her head forward, Eirini ran her tongue along his length, from the base all the way up to the tip where her mouth quickly enveloped him. She took him fully, before pulling back and descending once more, her hands gripping his hips as she applied rhythm her pace and for the meantime neglecting her own scratch...
As the two of them made their way to the bedroom, Eirini played her part wonderfully. Whilst he held her in his arms and he had control of the situation, she kissed at his ear, she breathed into its shell all manner of vulgarity. When she came to the notion of fucking everyone, Fotios only smiled.
"Maybe later..." He told her, deliberately misreading her words, in order to tease her. "You can watch." He promised, with an evil grin.
Fotios loved the way she accepted him. Loved the way in which he could throw out harsh words, vulgar actions or violent desires and she would take it all. She would accept his carrying arms and add her own element to licking and nipping at his ear... she would accept the breaching of her folds by this thumb without restraint or timidity... she would take that digit between her lips and suck down on it eagerly... She took everything he threw her way; all the sexual advances that would shock or appal other women - and sometimes other men - and in doing so she challenged him to go further. It was as if, by her accepting actions, she pushed and taunted him. Yes, I can take what you give me... Yes, I can handle this... Try again, to shock me if you can...
And if it was one thing Fotios loved, it was a challenge.
As Eirini had kicked the door to their chambers shut behind them, Fotios had seen little reason to go further than necessary to get Eirini back to the ground and continue where they had left off. Only a step inside the room, he had her back on her feet, his thumb in her mouth and his next commands whispering between them like shackles coming into place around them. Engaging them together in this dance.
When Eirini nipped at the tip of his thumb, he felt his cock jerk in response, eager for just such attention. Her lips were a temptation all their own, Fotios thought, as his felt his mouth part and his eyes widen watching their beautiful sharp - coated in scarlet that was now not nearly as smudged as he would have liked. He probably had some on his own mouth but he held no concerns for such things. He was focused entirely on the beautiful bow of Eirini's lips, the pink hue of her tongue and the bright, glinting white of her teeth as she sucked and nipped on the morsel that was his thumb.
"As you wish, my lord."
Fotios felt his body temperature spike and the base of his member tighten at such words. A man who loved to know, understand and control everything, he was the same in bed with every woman save Eirini. He loved control, he loved to exude power over those he penetrated and fucked. He loved to bring about their climax on his own terms, at a timing he liked. And he never allowed someone else to hold that kind of power over himself. Only one woman was allowed to be surprising, to be experimental, to offer him the tricks of her trade in a way that would send his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his body heaving with the need for release.
As she dove forward to claim his mouth with her own, Fotios offered her nothing that was any calmer than what they had shared before. This time as they assaulted one another's mouths, as their tongues met, danced and tangled together, he tasted her juice, her desire and swallowed it down. Like a spicy, sweet wine, the taste of it set his blood alight and he drove a hand back into the long locks of her hair.
Fotios might not have been the strongest of men. He might not have been a hero of old or the physical shape of a Grecian statue. He did not have stocky, muscle bound structure of the men in, say, the Mikaelidas family. But he was strong enough. Years seated above a horse had developed strong thighs and abdominal muscles and hours supporting his own body weight as he buried himself in willing bodies beneath him had toned his arms. Slim he might have been, but just as tight in muscle. It had been something Eirini had always liked and he liked the fact that it made him able to claim her in his arms without easy escape, as he twisted his fingers into her hair and enjoyed the flow of raven silk over his forearm.
Her own hands were not left idle, however, and he soon felt her fingertips grasping for the edges of his tunic. He felt the backs of her knuckles brush the skin of his lower belly and the muscles beneath clench in anticipation simply for her touch. The shirt grazed his nipples as she pushed it upwards and had him gritting his teeth. He encouraged the last piece of the journey and tugged at the garment before allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving him before his wife bare-chested.
She gave an appreciative compliment and purr against his chest as she placed a kiss to his shoulder. Her kiss was open mouthed, her tongue against his skin and it set beads of sweat breaking out between his shoulder blades as the heat within escalated still further…
She made her way down and across his chest, her hands and lips roaming until she reached low enough to shift from feet to knees and Fotios was encouraged back to lean against the closed door to their chambers. There was a slight and soft clatter as the wooden panelling rattled in the doorframe and Fotios braced his feet.
Amazing things happened when this woman got on her knees...
Not giving her any help in unfastening more of his clothing, Fotios simply looked down the length of his torso and watched the shiny and elegantly kept little nails of her hands as they roamed his thighs and the obvious, aching mass in his pants. He felt his upper lip curl back, his throat hiss and his cock appear to have a life of its own as Eirini ran the tips of those sharp little crescents over the cloth. Even through his pants her touch was like fire.
As she began to work on his stays, Fotios turned to keeping his breathing calm. The more he allowed himself to become worked up, to become lost in the sensations she caused, the faster he would cum. And while he was normally known to go multiple times, there was time between needed for recovery. He wasn't interested in reaching that point any time soon and was, instead, more inclined to have their first go around tonight last as long as he could hold out.
Luckily, stamina had never been an issue for him.
As soon as Eirini had his pants loosed enough, his body was pushing itself towards her. Fotios was a man appropriately endowed for his frame. Average in shape he might have been but he was long. Able to reach deep within his partners - deeper than most he had been with had ever experienced - or so they said. He might not have been a monster of a man, but he knew how to use what he had to damagingly effects. And Eirini knew it better than most.
As she secured a hand around the base of his member, Fotios would have let his head fall back in enjoyment, closed his eyes and let the sensations roll through him. But he had been without his wife for a few days and he was far too eager to watch what he knew her to be about to do. He simply flattened his hands against the door behind him to avoid the temptation of taking control once more.
Her hands pumped him a little, her thumb stroking, almost scratching over the top of his head. A pearl of liquid seeped from his end and was spread by the pad of her thumb. Fotios watched his own abdomen clench, the muscles casting shadows, as Eirini lowered her tongue to the base of his shaft and started to oh so slowly and efficiently adore and worship each inch of him. His hips wanted to drive forward towards her, his thighs were clenched in anticipation. Fotios wanted to grab ahold of the back of his wife's head and push her exactly where he wanted her. But he had instructed her to show him what she had missed of him; not the other way around. And he would obey the rules as much as he would force her to.
Finally, blessedly, she gave him what he wanted, and he watched with open hunger as those luscious, swollen and heated lips opened wide to accept the head of his cock into her mouth. With a low moan in the back of his throat - a noise that was half ecstasy, half approval, Fotios touched at Eirini's hair but offered no pressure, allowing her to decide how this was to play out. He felt the soft brush of her teeth against his sensitive skin, the warm and wet confines of her mouth, the soft pressure of her tongue along the underside of his shaft. He watched with rising arousal as she pushed her head forwards, his cock disappearing inch by inch inside her.
He felt the desire to push. To let loose a thrust that would have the head of his cock pushing up against the back of her throat in a second, allowing the whole of him inside. But that would never be achieved in this position. They had tried. Fotios was too long for Eirini to take all of him with her throat closed like this. Other positions were necessary.
Didn't make it any less enjoyable, though.
Eirini engaged her hands at the base of his cock as she pulled herself backwards, his fingers tightening in her hair. As she retreated, his member was left slick and shiny with her tasting and the cool air of their bedroom was a torturous replacement for the warmth of her mouth. A warmth she returned by thrusting forwards again.
With the rest of the house quiet, all that could be heard in the room was the shifting of the door beneath Fotios’ weight, his own breathing and the moist and wet noises of his wife worshiping his manhood.
Fotios felt a shudder shooting from beneath his member, up to its head, and he clamped his teeth down. His breathing became deep, heavy and lustful. His hips started to rock against her ministrations. He felt a continuous roll of a moan reverberating through the very depths of his chest. The grip of her mouth on his cock had his mind turning every single focus it had down to between his legs where the pressure and heat of her lips, tongue and the hollows of her mouth and throat were all he could focus on and all he could feel. His cock was starting to tingle, to itch with the need to release but he held himself back from it.
He let out a singular pant.
"I don't..." He murmured to his wife as the door behind him rattled with his shifting and rocking. "...want to cum in your mouth, Eirini." He told her, allowing it to be her choice what he did, despite what he himself wanted.
Over the years, Eirini had become quite skilled at such an action. In a bizarre way she found it less intimate than fucking, an easy way to enamour men without giving away too much of herself and it was less risky too as it was quite impossible to get pregnant this way. Of course, she was speaking in strict regard to other men... everything with her husband was remarkably intimate and children were a blessing, even daughters to some extent.
It was also one of the first acts she had ever preformed on him – gods above, it had almost ruined their relationship before it had even began. She'd done it before on a couple of occasions when coin had been tight, yet she'd hardly honed her skill, such a thing was hard to do when the man simply clamped his hands around ones skull and fucked your mouth as though there was not a person inside. Then again, the men she had encountered had only ever wanted a quick release, not a sweet surrender, and so any hole would have sufficed men like that.
Fotios had been different that first night. Oh, she'd had no reason to believe he would be, but it was evident from the frown that had settled upon his countenance that he wanted something more – she'd been inclined to get angry at first, to scream at him to go and find some other whore if she was so displeasing ( Eirini had never handled criticism or rejection well) and yet something had stopped her from doing just that. Perhaps it was the sense of opportunity, perhaps it was something more, but whatever it was she'd merely urged him to teach her and she had lapped up his instructions with eagerness.
She had come along way since those early days, where her beauty had been what got men off opposed to her skill. No one could brand her unskilled now, she was a master at seduction, arousal and all other pleasures the flesh and yet, what delighted her more than anything was her ability to work her husband to such arousal and make his eyes roll back in his head with sheer pleasure – he may have initiated her into this world, but Eirini had learned some things without his guidance.
In fact, she learned a little more with every lover she fucked, even the less than impressive ones for every man and woman was different and she seemed to elicit those deeply stowed carnal delights from people.
It was with Fotios that she perfected such delights, however, ever eager to experiment with her husband and try new avenues to ecstasy – even if they never embarked upon them again (a rarity she must admit) they'd had a silent pact to try most things at least once.
Eirini continued to take her husband as deeply as she could from such an angle, never quite managing to fully envelope his cock from her knees without spluttering, but she made an exceedingly impressive effort – she'd watched other women wrap their lips around him before, and none of them had ever been able to take him as deeply as she could and once again, that delighted her to no extents.
Nails dug sharply into his hips as her mouth caressed the length of his member, her tongue stroking and encircling from within, coaxing him towards a sweet release, one that they had both been looking forward to. Her own bud began to ache from the with withdrawal of his touch and she shifted subtly to gain a little friction from her thighs pressed tightly together.
To add to his pleasure, Eirini dropped a hand from his hip and took hold of his testicles, one again allowing her nails to trail the flesh to cause a delightful tightening – a contraction she felt within her palm. Glancing up, she could have grinned had her mouth not been otherwise engaged.
"I don't.... want to cum in your mouth, Eirini."
From his breaths, she could tell his was close and yet she continued her ministrations a moment longer before pulling back slightly so that his erection rested upon her bottom lip just long enough for her to place a quick kiss to the tip. "Well..." She started, pulling back fully to dip her head and take his testicle in her mouth, suckling for a moment before she too pulled back from them with a lewd pop. "...where do you want to cum, husband?" A brow arched, "there's only my cunt or my arse left."
Nails trickled along his thighs, her touch tingling his bare flesh as she buried her head within his crotch, savouring nips and kisses descending upon every inch of skin she encountered. Tilting her head back a little, Eirini posed the question to him one last time, "cunt or arse, Fotios?"
In truth, the memories that flit through Eirini's mind were far from Fotios'. It was true that the first time they had been physically intimate, she had attempted to pleasure him like this. Him seated on a rickety bed in an upstairs room of the tavern she had worked in. She on her knees with his cock between her lips. She hadn't known what to do at all; had offered the same treatment to men who clearly had no taste or distinctive desire - just the need to bury themselves into a warm recess. She had been all talk of successfully pleasuring the opposite sex and he had been disappointed in what she had to offer. What hadn't been a disappointment, however, had been her determination to prove her boasts truth, refusing to let him leave until she had completed that which she had set out to do - make him cum.
The memories of that time, however, were neither at the forefront of his mind, nor a distraction from the back. Despite the stubbornness with which he held his ambitions tight, he was not a man who hold grudges or hold failure against someone. If they were someone who could learn, be moulded and grow with time, he kept them in his confidence. If they were someone entirely without use, they are scrapped from his world and site. It was pointless and foolish to allow personal insult or feuding to affect his goals and plans. And while he was a man to hold a dark and wrathful anger inside of himself, he only let it out in calculated moments or impulsive bursts of need. He was not a man to hold onto his anger after it had burnt bright and the cause of it been diminished.
Ergo, Eirini's lack of skill all those years ago would have, if not for his photographic memory, have been wiped clean from his mind altogether. For now, she was just Eirini. His wife and a reverent goddess when it came to the carnal pleasures of the flesh. Why coincide that with the memory of her way back when?
It was this sort of attitude - a mindset that was held by the both of them to a certain extent - that allowed them to experiment and trust in the explorations of physical lust. Each new technique, position, idea or concept that either Eirini or himself heard of, was introduced to or had been murmured into the ears of the more scandalous in Court was something they then tried as and when they wished for an exploratory night together. Sometimes they worked and their desires were fulfilled in new ways, sometimes they were ridiculous messes of limbs that were mere fallacy and folly. And the third option was that they were something that played the power game between them; that may not have worked on each other but that they knew could be made useful against someone else in their acquaintances.
The practice and discoveries they made in their bedchambers were for their own satisfaction as well as their long-term political ambitions and, as such, there was no wastefulness, no frustrations at useless gossip or failed chances for climax. Instead, they were efforts in building the trust, devotion and honesty that Eirini and Fotios held between themselves and between their bodies.
Thoughts of their previous and future engagements, however, were slipping from Fotios' mind, his impressive and powerful brain unable to hold onto his thoughts as every sensory impulse and piece of attention was drawn to his cock. His member and how it was disappearing into Eirini's mouth, down and back towards her throat, far deeper than any woman was able to take him on her knees, had become the centre of his being and universe as he could focus on nothing else. His breathing hitched, his heartrate already pounding in his neck, temples and chest. He could feel the same pounding at the base of his manhood, his testicles tightening up beneath the iron-like rod. Testicles that now received her attentions also; as if she knew that they had suddenly become sensitive and desperate for her touch.
His chest made a noise that jerked his torso but it didn't faze Eirini as she continued to suck down hard on his cock and play with the soft flesh beneath as it tightened against her palm still further.
Fotios closed his eyes as they rolled back, licked his lips. Tried to calm his breathing as he hissed at the touch of her nails to his softest and most vulnerable place. His refusal to take over, to place his hands over hers or over the back of her head, his plastering them to the door behind him that now clattered loudly in its frame, was his sign of trust in her. He did nothing to moderate her touch of his most sensitive flesh, knowing that she would bring him only pleasure - never pain or damage.
When Eirini draw her mouth free of his shaft, Fotios groaned in something almost akin to disappointment, but the woman couldn't answer with her mouth full and her ministrations to his flesh never stopped. They were just replaced with her hands as she worked the wetness now coating his dick with her hands. The quick kiss she placed to his tip almost had him cumming right then and there, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment in order to hold himself in check. With them closed he felt the soft, warm touch of her mouth as she took a testicle between her lips and his breath left his chest on a gasping punch.
Her words were as much of a torment as her lips and ask close as he was to orgasm, Fotios had to take a moment to bring his thoughts together, before he could answer her question, remaining quiet the first time she asked it. Her assault of kiss and licks everywhere she could reach weren't helping the process either.
When she asked again, her tone one of joyful domination - for she knew she had him at his very edge, Fotios took a deliberate calming breath, released a hand from the door to wrap around her upper arm and drew her to her feet with a look that promised punishment. Tugging, he spun her around, wrapping his arms around her fast as she now faced away from him.
He pushed forwards with his legs, his pants not so unfastened that it was hard to walk, pushing her own legs to match his pace and walked them to the edge of their large and excessive bed of silken sheets - for how else would a couple that luxuriated in each other’s bodies so much sleep? - and reached up to the front hem of her gown.
With one hard and fast motion that rendered the air with a harsh riiip! Fotios split the chiton straight down the centre and sent the tattered remains of what had once been fine raiment to the floor. His wife now stood naked before him, completely exposed and at the disadvantage to himself, still clad in pants - and his boots.
Pulling her up against his frame, his bare and wet erection pressing up and into the crease of her arse, Fotios turned the tables of power and put his wife back into his mercy, still refusing to answer her question with his choice. Wrapping his arms around her frame, one of his hands found one of her breasts and started to mould and shape the mass between his fingers. His index and thumb came together over her nipple and started to tweak and twist, just enough to cause little darts of pleasure pain. He knew just how far and hard he could treat Eirini's body before the sensations were too much and he wasn't even close in his handling of her now. His wife liked it rough, but there were times when being a little more gentle - when she knew the kinds of pressure he could apply - where it was even more torturous. As he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his wife's neck and ran the tip of his tongue along the tendon from ear to shoulder, Fotios' other hand found its spot between her legs.
Diving between her damp folds, Fotios found what he was looking for quickly and started to apply pressure in little circles to the bud of her sensitivities. He worked his hands in exactly the same motions and timing; one at her nipple, the other at her clit as he worked her into a frenzy.
"Which one..." Fotios rasped in her ear, as his lips reached the hollow just behind his shell. He nipped at her lobe. "Did he use, Eirini?" He demanded, his voice one of possession and aggression, as his cock twitched between the cheeks of her arse. He would eradicate all memory and thought of the man from her mind and body, replace old seed with his own. Rinse clean her cunt or arse - whichever it had been - with the essence of her own husband.
And he would do it at least three times more before sun up.
Eirini's hand slipped from her husband's cock as his own fingers wrapped around her slender arm, yanking her to her feet, and just like that she was back in his arms, a content if not somewhat self-satisfied smirk curling her lips. It was where she belonged, whether it be during their tender and comforting moments or as it was now, with carnal pleasures driving their every action – whatever the capacity, Eirini never ceased to feel at home when enveloped by his arms.
The effect they had upon one another was a connection that set them apart from the rest – one of many reasons, she'd hasten to add – for theirs was a relationship beyond comparison. It went beyond love in many ways, not that it was present, as Eirini could never claim that she didn't love Fotios, but her feelings for him paled in comparison to the word.
To her, Fotios was a god amongst men. All that she had ever desired was embodied within his mortal body – he was the Zeus to her Hera; a lion amongst sheep and her only equal upon this earth.
Every emotion she felt was magnified tenfold when shared with him; tenderness, ambition, pride, sorrow...love – all the elements conspired together within her chest, culminating in a ferocious storm that could lay waste to all that stood in her path. It was a powerful force, her obsession wit Fotios, something that could take her to the dizzying heights of ecstasy or the bitter depths of misery – it was all consuming and as crucial to her existence as the air in her lungs or the food in her belly.
More pivotally, it was an experience shared. Just as much as Eirini knew there was no other man for her, she also knew the same went for Fotios – they shared their bodies with others, but never souls. That was something strictly reserved for the other.
Yet, despite their understanding, possessiveness was still present within their marriage and it delighted Eirini beyond compare when such an emotion would rise within Fotios, as it did when he marched her to the edge of the bed, he more control of her legs than she was. Roughness was part of their game, the carnal savagery of possession making it that whoever returned from their lover had to be reclaimed by the other. Sometimes this was primitive and on occasion akin to being brutal, but it was necessary... needed even – sometimes words alone could not suffice.
Her gown was in tatters as Fotios' strong hands tore the material down the middle; the cool air crept upon her flesh with such rapidness that her skin prickled and her nipples hardened prior to his touch.
Lips parted with a small gasp as she was pulled back to the warmth of his body, his erection pressed between the crease of her arse but dared not to penetrate just yet. His hand quickly sought her glorious breast, fingers toying with on of her nipples as his other hand delved south. Fotios would find her just as wet as he had left her.
Skilled digits found her sweetest spot with the utmost ease, circling her throbbing bud with a tactical onslaught that weakened her knee's – if he hadn't had his arms around her they would have buckled – and brought a flurry of uncensored moans to her cherry lips.
Leaning her head back against his shoulder, Eirini exposed the creamy flesh of her neck that he quickly descended upon; his demand against her ear rousing her own guttural growl and she pushed back against his member, her arse rubbing against him. "Only you are allowed fuck me in the arse, Fotios – no one else." She breathed out, rolling her hips so to stimulate them both. "In my cunt, I want you in my cunt." With another roll of her hips, her moans sounded more pained...her desperation mounting by the second. "Now...I want to come with you inside me."
Their language had started to change along with their bodies, since Eirini had first entered the estate. Physically, the two of them had grown hotter, more desperate. There was a lack of deliberate teasing a harsher touch, a less gentle torment than when she had first entered his library. Only an hour ago, Fotios touched the woman because he wanted to test her. To push her senses, her sensitivities and her sensibilities to their limits. He wanted to see her react to his touch. To squirm, to writhe. To be tormented. It was part of the means of claiming ownership of her once more, as his wife. It didn't matter that she had never ceased to be his in mind and spirit. It didn't matter that he had ultimate faith in her devotion to him. Or that the man she had been with the previous night had fail to stoke her fires and claim her in a way that was enjoyable, let alone memorable. Regardless of all of that - of the complete unnecessary requirement to reclaim Eirini as anything; when she had never stopped being his, it was a routine the two of them always followed. On the eves that he had been with another woman, Fotios was mastered by his wife in a way he never allowed other women to be with him. When she was absent and giving her body away to another man, Fotios would then talk possession of her in turn; often with a ferocity designed to punish for the transgression as much as it was to send Eirini into the heights of ecstasy. The manner in which he had claimed her so far had all been for his benefit but it had been for her exquisite enjoyment; a pleasurable torment.
Now, however, the game had changed and their physicality had followed. Now, when he touched her, Fotios did it because he wanted to; because he ached for the touch of her skin; the feel of its smoothness against his palms, against the rough patches across his fingers that had been rubbed raw over the years by the reins of a horse and the stylus of his craft. They grated and chafed softly over the smooth rises and falls, the lines of her body...
Eirini was no slender woman of skin and bone. She was voluptuous. Each line was a curve, not a line and each dip a small hollow, not an angle. His hands moved smoothly from the curve of her shoulders, the elegant sweep of her arms, the curving inlay of her waist and the female swell of her hips. No curve was left wanting as they swelled with feminine shape. Her hips helped something to grip and her breasts her heavy in his hands. She was not a dainty thing able to be broken but something of torrid, aching substance that he could grip, mould and claim.
Eirini was a work of art.
Any fool could draw a straight line - you needed only a hard implement to draw against. But it took true craftsmanship to make something completely flowing and smooth without a single harshety. Aphrodite herself must have worked hard on the creation of this woman... For she had made her in her own image.
Taking that image now and claiming it for his own, Fotios worked at the bud of her core. His fingers almost slipped a few times, she was so wet and he flipped his grip to press the back of his hand against her centre, rubbing hard for a change of sensation that also cleaned her of some of her juices. When be brought his fingertips back to her sensitive spot there was less dampness, more friction and his touch, he knew, would be only more devastating to her the tightening of her inner muscles. For he knew they had to be driving her wild now. Her breathing had become erratic, ever exhale a groan, her words loosing on gasps that couldn't quite catch the air.
He worked at her breast in the same way, his fingers rolling its tip between them, tug and plucking to spike her sensations. His palm pushed against the weight of her breast, massaging it and tormenting it into a sharpened peak that he then played with once more.
He might have been sending his wife into the heights of blind desire but he now did it for his own pleasure - not just hers. For he loved to touch her.
The words from each of them began to change too.
Upon her return home it had been "my husband", "my wife"... teasing acknowledgements of ownership, used to reaffirm their connection; in the eyes of the law and of the Gods. Now, it was "Eirini", it was "Fotios". It was man and woman coming together with primal desire that had nothing to do whether they were married, whether they had children, whether they were together with other people or where their political ambitions lie. At this stage, at this point in their coming together, there was only the two of them and their physical needs that existed...
And Eirini's physical need was reaching its peak.
As her head fell back, her body heavy - as if it couldn't support itself, so weakened it was by the exhausting and persistent need to cum - Fotios knew that his wife was playing no game when she asked for him to enter her. When she cried out that she needed him inside where she could cum around him, her muscles pulling on his cock as he thrust deep inside.
Fotios felt his mouth go dry and his member jerk at just the mental image, for he was more than happy to oblige his wife in this. She needed him inside and he needed to be inside. There was no more need to wait.
Releasing his grip on her body, her bud and breast freed from his onslaught, Fotios moved his hands to her hips to steady her in place. He moved one around to the small of her back, tracing his splayed fingers up over her spine and pushed her down, slowly but with a firmness that couldn't be denied. He nudged her forwards with his knees until she was at the edge of the bed and then nudged her again, pushing on her back.
There was no need for words when his command over her was so absolute. She knew what he was asking and within a few moments she was on the bed on all fours - hands and knees braced on silken sheets - with her chest and head pushed low and her arse high in the air, a flag of surrender to his claiming.
Not bothering to remove his pants or boots, Fotios shifted quickly into position. He watched at the small of Eirini's back tightened and dipped, her desire naturally offering up her arse to his invasion. She knew that in this position he would go deep. Deeper than most they had ever tried. It would be a claiming that would brand him as her one and only.
Taking hold of her pale globes, his fingertips stretching around to her hips to hold her in position, Fotios moved to align his cock against her. The head of his member rushed forwards a little, coating itself with her essence as it rubbed back and forth against her bud, keeping her on the very edge of sexual pleasure.
Finding the right spot that would open to his thrusts, Fotios pushed ever so gently forward, watching as he eased his tip just inside her cunt. The first walls of her inner passage seemed to shift and claim him, quivering as if to take more. Eirini's arse naturally pushed backwards, seeking more than the mere inch he had given her. He shifted his hips back moving with her so that her thrust did nothing to draw him forwards. He smiled at her obvious frustration. For he knew she wanted him. Wanted to be filled with his entire length. And he would not give it to her.
His tone held both reverence - this goddess offering herself with shameless, wanton abandon - and a powerful amusement at how he felt her tormented.
"Beg me, Eirini." Fotios ordered, the tips of his fingers sinking into the flesh on either side of her hips. "Beg me for what you want."
Fotios' ministrations were causing the desired effect. She had been close to her climax downstairs within his study, when they had begun their erotic game with a foray of sensuous touches and kisses. It had taken Eirini every ounce of strength not to reach her peak when his digits first penetrated her inner most sanctum.
Two days might not have seemed like an extensive period of time, and it certainly wasn't the longest they had been parted over the duration of their marriage, yet it had been the nature of Eirini's absence that had made the days feel like weeks, the hours like days and the minutes like hours – she had wanted to turn back to her husband almost the second that she had left.
It hadn't helped that she hadn't been satisfied by her lover in the North, nor with the eagerness shown by the fresh-faced eighteen year old who had recently taken over the leadership of his house and his fathers place upon the senate. Naturally, Eirini's vanity had been appeased tremendously by the eagerness to ravish and flatter, but it fell short of being euphorically pleasured.
Eirini had always been a woman who had delighted in being beautiful. She had embraced it and claimed it the second she had come to realise that it was a valuable commodity...some might say it was even powerful, if used correctly. Prior to meeting Fotios however, she hadn't been certain how to wield it effectively; she could charm those around her with a flutter of her eyelashes and a flick of her silver-tongue, but she had considered those around her to be simpletons and drunks...thus her ability to captivate such lowly beings was hardly something to brag about.
Ambitions had never been in short supply for the woman, she'd always had ideas 'above her station' and yet they had been disjointed and unfocused, in truth Eirini hadn't known where to begin. It had been Fotios' arrival in her life that seemed to disperse the thick fog that shrouded her from a glorious future and just as pivotally, she had found that her own ambition coupled perfectly with his own.
Since that day, whenever they were parted Eirini couldn't help but feel herself slowly slipping back into her old disjointed ways and it was something that the reunion with her husband never failed to refocus within her, like a tonic to soothe ill humors.
In many ways she was indebted to Fotios for guiding her to her true destiny, though she had never felt that he held her accountable to such a debt. They were a partnership and a successful one at that, they complimented each others attributes and soothed the others flaws – they worked so well together because they understood each other perfectly. Naturally, as a man, Fotios ultimately ruled Eirini, not that she minded... especially at that moment, with one palm pressed again her breast, moulding the flesh into any shape he desired, whilst the over continued to work furiously at that sensitive bundle of nerves. She willingly granted him mastery over her body, her soul and anything else he wished to possess.
The pearly teeth that came to clamp down upon her bottom lip, did so almost painfully, yet it was nonetheless a welcomed pain...a needed pain even. It distracted Eirini just enough to clamp her thighs about his hand, stilling his digits – she knew he wouldn't want her to cum just yet and so this was the only way, for her husband could be a wonderfully torturous man at times, one intent on working her to the brink of insanity with his teasing touches.
A growl parted her swollen lips, the only sound she could muster as she pushed back against his erection again, which found the crease of her arse with the utmost ease, reminding Fotios of her request to cum with him inside her.
Not that she thought for one second that he had forgotten.
He relented a moment later. Fingers splayed across her spine, gently urging her towards the bed with a tantalising energy that caused the hairs on her arms to stand on ends and for her flesh to prickle. A moment later she was on her back upon the bed, raven tresses falling around her as her husband loomed over her, he needn't have spoken what position he wanted to take her for there was only one way for him to completely hold dominium over her body again...
Slowly, Eirini turned over onto all fours, dropping her upper-half slightly so that she rested upon her forearms, but her arse remained raised as she unabashedly displayed her glistening cunt to her husband. His hands were upon her soon after, finding her hips with his strong grip...the head of his cock brushing against her most sensitive areas with purposeful encroachments designed to torture.
Even as his tip sought out her opening, edging forward just an inch, Eirini knew his aim was to torture her...to punish her for her 'indiscretion' and yet she marvelled at his discipline. She pushed back to try sheath him fully, but he knew her too well and moved with her to deny her such pleasures, it brought another growl to her lips but she ceased to try again and instead brunched the sheets within her grasp, knuckles blanching. "You are a cruel man." Frustration laced her words and it bubbled within her chest as she sensed his smile.
"Beg me, Eirini." He ordered. "Beg me for what you want."
Part of her wanted to bite back, to refuse his command, yet she reminded herself that this was Fotios' reclaiming, not her own and therefore she would willingly relent.
As a small whimper parted her lips, Eirini pushed herself up on her hands and tipped her chin over her shoulder to glance back at him, eye pleading with genuine need. "Please, Fotios..." She started, her voice strained. "...please. I need your cock inside me, I need you to make me cum, I need your seed to fill me and rid me of all others." Her grip tightened more so on the sheets. "I need you fuck me so mercilessly that I still feel as though you're inside me for days to come. Please Fotios, I don't think I can bear much more of this torture."
Fotios's smile as Eirini called him cruel was one of pure domination and male satisfaction. For he knew she meant it only in its most delicious sense. Eirini was as much as an enjoyer of sadistic and masochistic tendencies as he was. Cruelty of this kind was only to be encouraged, not ceased. And she knew this... and more importantly so did he. He took her words for the loving adoration that they were and luxuriated in the way she saw him. There was nothing more arousing than a wife that viewed her husband as truly powerful - in every sense. Not just able to physically dominate, but to mentally stimulate, to control her arousal and her love for him. In equal measure to the way Eirini's beauty, mind and sexuality captivated him.
There was a reason that Fotios and Eirini often spent their days apart, their work becoming their focus in separate parts of the household. Each has such a high drive and so powerful a libido that to operate on a daily basis within too close quarters would ensure that no work was ever done by either of them. Fotios gave thanks to the Gods every day that he was unable to sleep for more than a few hours every few nights. He needed his consciousness in the darkened hours to thoroughly fuck his wife in the way he often daydreamed about throughout his waking moments. He didn't have to time to be as successful a man and as successful a husband as he currently was without the additional time he was given by his insomnia.
And he was firmly awake now. Conscious as Eirini had followed his instructions perfectly, had surrendered all her dignity and yet none of her grace in showing him her open and waiting womanhood without shame or pretence. When he denied her what she wanted, when she called him cruel, Fotios smiled and simply scratched his nails lightly over her hips, causing goosebumps over her flesh, her skin becoming still more sensitised to his ministrations.
He felt her shift, watched as she pushed herself up to all fours in order to look over her shoulder at him. His gaze drank in the vision before him. Her dark tresses flowed over her back and down over her shoulders, making him itch to take them in his hold, to tug just a little, in order to have her gasping. He watched the line of her writhing back, the swells of her breasts hanging down below her frame, full and heavy with desire. He watched the cheeks of her arse quiver just a little, felt the rim of her passage tug on his cock as her inner muscles tried to draw him inside. He watched her lips, so luscious they made his mouth water and ache to claim them once more form words that he had to concentrate to hear.
Her voice was breathy, exhausted, desperate for his claiming. He felt his member turn from steel to stone - as if he couldn't get any harder - her words sending him to a higher level of arousal. He took a firmer grip of her hips, his fingertips digging little dips into her softness as he held on tight. He positioned his hips carefully. He knew Eirini's body better than any man; most likely better than herself. He knew the exact angle and passage of her insides, of how he could find that exact, straight path that would have him from barely entering to completely sheathed in a single thrust. These days, Fotios never awkwardly bumped into her walls, or had to readjust. He could bury himself to the hilt with a single push that had his wife cry out with the intensity.
Fotios was tempted to continue the torment. Tempted to stand where he was, keep her on all fours and demand that she do it herself. That she rock back and forth on his cock, that she fuck him like some wanton animal, riding him as she had done downstairs. But today was not about control. It was about claiming. And there was a very fine difference. Today, he wanted to brand her. Bury himself so deep within, shoot his seed so far inside her that she would have no understanding of where he ended and where she began.
"Alright, Eirini." He told his wife as she begged for his entry to her body. "I'll give you what you want." He vowed, careful to keep his position accurate and his hold firm as he rocked his hips a little, to show her he was ready to give in. He reached out with one of his hands, wrapping his fingers in her hair and turning her face further towards him so that he could lean over and capture her mouth with his.
The kiss was sweet and soft. Strange in a moment of such dominion. Fotios moved his lips, and hers by extension gently and slowly, as if the kiss was to be done at half normal speed. It was delicate and affectionate... and while the feelings behind it were true enough, it was all a ruse.
For as soon as his soft kissed had her lips parting on an open gasp, Fotios moved quickly and hard. In one single movement, he thrust his hips forward and buried his cock all the way to the hilt, way deep inside where he felt himself hit something momentarily, filling and stretching his wife to her furthest point. At exactly the same moment, her secured her lips with his own and thrust his tongue forward, deep into her mouth, penetrating his wife as deep as he could manage from both directions, claiming her in her entirety.
His own groan at the invasion, echoed in her mouth as he felt her inner walls spasm around him, in the first of the orgasms he would be forcing out of her tonight...
Eirini praised herself on knowing Fotios like the back of her hand, they were at this stage of their relationship a mere extension of one another and that was a powerful aura in itself. Fotios was far from a predictable man and yet Eirini often found herself guessing his moves and actions before he actually went about them or told her about them. His mind was superior above all others, it worked in a way that evoked equal parts awe and intimidation and whilst Eirini had experienced both of these emotions over the course of their marriage - how often had she felt lacking compared to her husband's majesty? Too often to count - she understood him most of all.
She knew his motives, his ambitions and aspirations, his likes and dislikes, who he loathed and who he revered...Eirini knew it all and because she understood him, she had been able to decipher the workings of his mind. Not to further her own ambitions through careless exploitation of such intimate knowledge - never that - but rather to aid him and protect him in a way any decent wife should her family.
Though Eirini could not deny that it had its privileges.
When it was nearing the time of his arrival home, her body would start to react and a moisture would gather between her legs, nipples woulds harden beneath her chiton and she would be forced to clamp her legs together to keep her fingers from wandering to her cunt and seeking that sweet release for herself. Her reactions were all instinctive, eager for his arrival and for the fucking that would follow and just like she was prepared for him, Fotios would always be prepared for her... she could not even begin to explain how much it thrilled her that she could still get such a reaction from her husband even after twenty years of marriage.
When carnal instincts took ahold of them, and there was seldom a moment spent together when they did not, Eirini's skin seemed to tingle in the spot where his lips would quickly descend, or inflame at anticipation of his touch – there were times where her knowledge of his actions could have driven her mad...just as they were doing this evening.
Eirini had never been fucked by anyone else they way Fotios fucked her; even now, when every action he had taken was one issued to claim her once more, it wasn't one sided. He wasn't fucking her for his own brutal relief, causing her to grit her teeth and bear it – he was fucking her in such a manner to remind her that he was the only one who could take her to such heights...in any way he saw fit.
It was a primitive and barbaric possession, but it was one that she couldn't live without.
"Alright, Eirini....I'll give you what you want."
His words brought a breath of relief from her parted lips and she almost thanked him but before the words could spill from her lips, his hand was in her hair twisting her towards him in an uncomfortable, but not unpleasurable way. The kiss, however, was one of those rare occasions that he surprised her – she had expected ferocity with an animalistic devouring...what she got was sweetness. Brows knitted together in momentary confusion, it wasn't that she preferred one style over the other (she'd take Fotios' kisses anyway they came) but he wasn't one for sentiment whilst caught in the carnality of lust.
Of course, a few moments later she felt incredibly foolhardy for falling for his ruse so easily.
Damn him.
The sensation of his cock filling her entirely with one fluid and swift thrust, had Eirini coming instantaneously. She had been balancing upon the precipice for so long now that her resolve had all but crumbled and Fotios' cock had been that one strong wind to cast her asunder. His mouth upon hers, devouring any sound that she may have made.
Eyelids fluttered as her orgasm took hold; her inner muscles in spasm, tightening and contracting around his member in utter pleasure at the tantalising soiree of pleasure and pain caused by his stretching and depth; her body felt heavy, arms threatened to buckle but the hand within her hair and the force of his kiss kept her in place – she was entirely at his mercy.
Eirini rode the waves of pleasure as they lapped upon her, but she knew her husband better than any and she knew that it was far from over – he would coax an orgasm from her in any way imaginable...in every way she couldn't yet imagine.
Even in her pleasure induced stupor, Eirini thought of him...much of her own pleasure came from his and she knew she wouldn't be completely satisfied until he came also. It was with that thought that she deepened the kiss (if such a thing was even possible), her own tongue exploring his mouth with fervour and eagerness; her moans coupling with his own – all of it was a silent encouragement for him to seek his own relief buried deep within her core.