Spirits of the Earth

OOC: Tags to rhi!

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"Ihlsepar Asawa'eht!" The tall beauty in the mass of many shouted as she ran after a fleeing form.  "Why you run from so many women? A man of your stature should want to take many brides! We come here to remind you we like your pleasure, but also your company, but we are not toys!"

They were women of Essyrn, and behind Irana, the fierce looking woman at the front, they appeared as if a mass of amazons of the nobility, and not a single one of them looked happy. They had all been played, seduced and fondled by the charming merchant prince, but that's just how Ihlsepar liked his women. Loose, beautiful and free. Sure, he could have his pick of women in this mass of nearly thirty of them, but the idea of marriage was something even he scoffed at. He did not wnat to be chained to a wife, or to many wives. But a harem, undisclosed but duely noted throughout the city was far more appealing to this loose man.

But now the women began to find out about all the others, and Ihlsepar's reputation brought to a head. He had been seducing and sleeping around with another young thing, one young girl named Estaria, and she had just come to age and was eager to be showered with love. It was after sniffing out his intentions towards the youth that the women joined together and stormed into his estate and demanded he make a decision on a wife, or wives.

Not liking the ultimatum, Ihlsepar used his smooth tongue to calm the women down just enough so he could slip away.
Never mind he was without clothing as he took to the streets, and wove himself through the back alley ways, merchants and city-goers alike going wide eyed at the sight of him. But he wasn't without his charms, and bowed where appropriate to any fancy, beautiful women he had come to paths with along the away, but the barking calls of the women soon followed and he'd be dashing off again.

But where could he find reprieve? Dashing around a corner, he slipped into the side entrance of a temple, and immediately came to the halt at the sight of a beautiful woman. And what made his lips cock into an even bigger grin was that she was naked, too. Though the head dress of a priestess did not register in his mind (or perhaps it did, for he rather liked the idea of priestesses in a vulnerable position) Well... nothing was more exposing than this! And that charming grin grew roguish as he bowed before her.

"My lady,"A nd it was only here he realized he had walked into a priestess who was just about to enjoy a bath, for a deep pool, built into the floors at the south side of the building, smelled of fresh waters and bathing oils. And the very sight and scent of it tickled him on the inside.

Oh, he chose a very good place to hide.

One of the perks of living in the temple was the baths.

It had its own bath house, which was far more private than the communal ones that anyone could attend--well, anyone who could afford it. But the temple bath house was for those who lived there, and Sahar had grown rather spoiled from it. Rather than have individual pools to soak in, it was one large, oval pool with a section off to the side where people could scrape their skin and rinse before dipping into the clear, warm waters. Around the edge of the pool here and there were bathing oils and soaps, and the air hung heavy with the scent of incense trickling in from the temple.

With nothing on her plate for today, for even a priestess needed a day off, Sahar was looking forward to a nice long soak and a day of relaxation! It was even better since many of the others were occupied this day, which meant that for a rare moment she got the bath to herself!

Once she had folded her robes, setting them on a lounge off to the side, and finished scraping her skin clean and rinsing, she stretched and strode over to the pool.

She had just gotten both feet in the water, standing on one of the steps leading in, when fast footsteps made her turn--she wasn't expecting anyone to be around--and...

"Wha--oh!"

Sahar gasped in surprise, eyes widening at the sight of the man--not because she was embarrassed, for nudity didn't bother her, but simply because he wasn't supposed to be here!--and she backed up a step.

And missed said step.

With a yelp, she toppled backwards into the pool and came back up sputtering, her hair and headdress soaked! Which was awful, because she hadn't wanted to get her hair wet! It would take forever to dry! Coughing because water had gone up her nose, she wiped her eyes--and smeared her kohl in the process.

Getting her feet under her, she stood up, the water only coming to her waist there, and glowered at him.

"What are you--?! You are not supposed to be here! How did you get in here?"

With a casual shrug, Ihlsepar answered her honestly.
"I came in through the back. The door wasn't locked."
Which was good for him, though he seemed to have startled the woman.

"Looks like you could use some help," he told her, his eyes taking her in as their rich blue color danced at the scene.

"Oh." Sahar's shoulders slumped. That was a good explanation--and good to know! She would have to see that that was fixed.

Pushing  her braided hair from her face, Sahar waded back to the steps and held her hand out to him. Though he had startled her, she wasn't afraid of him. The temple was a safe space, a place of sanctuary and peace, and no one in their right mind would harm a priestess. To do harm within a holy space would be...it was unthinkable.

This man just seemed a little lost.

"If you were trying to enter the temple, ah...the entrance would be in front. The large doors? As you can see, this areas is more...private," Sahar told him with an amused smile. So much for her relaxing bath! "If you are lost, this one could show you where to go?"

Ihlsepar accepted her hand and gave her a suave grin, one where she might have even been able to see herself and the bathing pool reflecting in his eyes.

"Oh, I don't think I'm lost," he said taking her hand and helping her step out of the pool, but in the same swift motion, also to guide her into his protective embrace. Couldn't have her falling now...
And he made no small show of the way his blue eyes oogled her body.
"So does every temple have a bathing pool?" He'd have to keep that piece of information tucked away. Because if they were.. the heavens knew he wouldn't visit to harm the priestesses, merely... have a little fun with them.

Sahar went quite willingly into the man's embracet. She leaned into him a bit more than she needed to and peered up at him, her a little flutter starting up in the pit of her belly at the sensation of skin against skin. He was only being a gentleman and helping her, of course! But...Hakeshna, he was attractive. And some part of her, the hidden part that had been repressed so long by studying and duties and more studying and devotionals, was suddenly hyper-aware that she was naked in a roguishly handsome man's embrace. Alone. A man that was also naked.

It was the same part of her that had dog-eared all the spicy bits in the scriptures and had not-so-innocent dreams.

...Wait, why was he naked?! In her shock of being walked in on, she hadn't really even registered how weird that was! Maybe because this was a bath house where people were typically naked--even if he wasn't supposed to be!

Flushing hotly, and realizing that she was staring rather dreamily up at his face, she cleared her throat and took a quick step back. Right! Collect yourself, Sahar! He was devotee come to the temple, she needed to get her head back on straight and focus! And figure this out!

"They may have pools!" she said, tucking a braid behind her ear and keeping up her formal, humble speech to ground herself, remind herself of who it was she served and what her place here was. "But this one has only been to this temple. They must, though, for where else would they bathe? Ah..."

She glanced at him again, up and down, and then looked back up at his face. "...So...just so you know...you are aware this isn't the public bath house, yes?"

Ihlsepar leaned over her, allowing his shadow to bathe over her as he gave her a leerful gaze. A toothy smile cut across his face, exposing white teeth against dark skin.
"Oh, I'm aware," he told her, though his voice implied he hardly seemed to mind at all. And his eyes implied it as well as they looked her over again. Not only a priestess, but youthful, beautiful-
Definitely someone he could see singing to the Gods if they were ever to....

His eyes had been staring at her exposed breasts for too long. Time to at least try to look at her face. So his blue eyes went to her eyes  as his grin tugged a bit leftward, cutting dimples into his cheeks- cheeks that seemed to always have that dark, five o'clock shadow.

"But it seems quite a shame... to only allow just a few... priestesses enjoy such a lovely bathing pool. Seems... so lonely that I'd find just a single priestess here too. Though if you wouldn't mind the help... I've been told I'm an excellent back scrubber. And they say my hands work wonders in lathering the skin with oils."

And oh ho ho, how he'd love to lather her with those oils. And yep, his eyes were kind of on her breasts once again. But they were kind of there- and her skin, was kind of soft, making something in particular stand at attention down below.

"An excellent back-scrubber, hmm?" Sahar said, eying him slyly and taking note of the way he looked at her--and rather enjoying the attention. It wasn't the first time someone had looked at her like that; people noticed her beauty. But while naked with someone else, and with his body responding like that...?

Indeed, she had noticed, and wound up staring with raised eyebrows. It wasn't that she'd never seen a naked man before. But she'd never seen a man naked and seen his parts do that.

Face darkening with a blush and pulse quickening, she snapped her eyes back up to his face. It was so improper, being like this. He shouldn't even be here! She should tell him to leave, escort him to the main part of the temple! He was a stranger, in the wrong place, offering her rather scandalous things!

...And yet, no one else was around.

She was alone.

And he was very attractive.

And the scandalous nature of the situation only tempted her more.

She shouldn't do this. She really shouldn't. But isolation and duty had begun to make her grow frustrated, had made certain ideas tempting--and it wasn't like this was a sin! It was only a back scrub?

Right?

Either way, this was kind of fun, this attention, and he had made her curious--because when was an opportunity like this going to come again? Licking her lips, she glanced downward again, then back up at him, and gave a coy little smile over her shoulder at him while she turned back to the pool, walking back toward it with an extra sway of her hips. "If it pleases you," she said as she stepped into the pool. "There is no harm, no? And it is very...difficult to reach some places."

Sinking into the water to her waist, she turned back to him. "Join me?" she asked, formal speech slipping away.

The coyness in his expression spoke volumes. He nodded his head, taking her hand as he stepped into the water, but even the water's surface couldn't mar his eagerness.

"Yes, everyone needs to bathe," he practically purred out the words as he grabbed a jar of oils and turned from the edge of the bathing pool back to the priestess. His eyes took her in again, and the way the waters made her skin glossy caused his lips to tug leftward.

"We, as beings beneath Hakeshna, are blessed with hands that only reach so far. But we are being of social appetite. There is no sin in helping the needy," he told her, stepping forward and using a hand to swipe her dark, braids from her shoulder. He leaned in real close, dangerously close, as if to kiss that exposed skin, but instead, placed some of the scented oils there and gently rubbed it in, though he kept his face close enough that she'd be able to feel his soft breath through his pursed lips.

"My, such a tense priestess. I'm not sure some meager oils will help with this. Perhaps if it just massage your shoulders, to ease that tension, you can be more humbled in your prayers to our Goddess?" he murmured, lips now so close, the skin was gently brushing against her neck.

Sahar couldn't help but shiver as he pushed her braids aside and leaned in close, so close she could feel his warm breath--and for a moment she thought he might kiss her there. Thought, and hoped. It occurred to her, in the back of her mind, that she didn't even know his name--and he didn't even know hers!--but that only added to the thrill. Physical pleasures were not forbidden to her, but relationships were--and so, in her mind, this was just how it would have to happen. It would be a stranger that came to her, and she had entertained that idea many times before.

But goddess, what was she doing? She was actually doing this! This was no fantasy, and it was crazy, but curiosity drove her onward. She liked how his hands felt, and his voice made her heart race. He was gorgeous--so gorgeous it hardly felt real that he was here with her like this!

So she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when instead of kissing her, he smoothed the oils onto her shoulders. Her lips quirked into a wry smile and she rolled her shoulders under his hands and leaned back into him--a little too far, for she felt something prod against her lower back and had a good idea of what that was.

"Ah, it's from all the kneeling," she said, and her face heated again. "From praying. On the prayer rugs. It can be terrible for one's posture!" She peered back at him out of the corner of her eye. "Your hands feel godly, though. Perhaps you can work those kinks out so I might be properly humbled?"

She wanted to mentally congratulate herself for that line. The books she read in secret had come in handy! This was rather fun, though, this scandalous flirtation. She just hoped the others would be gone long!

Oh, so this priestess knew how to play the game. The idea made his smirk tug wider and at the sensation of her body against his eagerness had him flushing all over. But it wasn't unwelcomed.
"Yes," he murmured, breath against her neck as his hands now glided up and down her arms. It was an easy enough task to accomplish, the oils making her skin slick as he rubbed his hands up and down both her shoulders at once and took int he soft scents of her that made her a woman.

"At least this won't require any kneeling.." he told her, hands now moving forward, slicking oils across the skin of her hips and the front of her belly-the parts of which were not submerged beneath the waters. And as his hands moved upwards, he slipped them away, large hands moving deftly from her front to back as he smoothed oils down her back- leaving just about every exposed inch of her now covered in the scented oils except her face and chest.

But he was biding his time. He knew how to play his women like an instrument, and he had to make sure she was in tune. Skillful hands continued to work against her back side, thumbs and fingers now pressing in lightly to her muscles, but giving her enough clearance so she could remain resting against his burning groin.

Oh how he'd love to take her right here and now. But the art of seduction was patience. He'd wait until she as practically begging for it, before becoming so eager to oblige.

Hakeshna, his hands were delightful, sending waves of heat through her body and a tingling need between her legs. Her breath hitched as he murmured against her neck and ran his hands over her hips, her lips parting and eyes closing as she willed him to go further, for him to keep gliding downward. She sucked in a breath when he touched her belly, her body trembling a little--but then he moved up and away and she let out the breath she'd been holding as he returned to her back. Goddess!

A little moan escaped Sahar when he began his massage and she wanted to melt and be molded by his strong hands. But his little tease had also frustrated her, left her body burning up with yearning--and she wanted more of that, too.

Because some parts of her felt sorely neglected.

"Mm...you missed a spot," Sahar finally said, voice a little breathless with desire. To show him what she meant, she covered his hands with her smaller ones and slid his hands around to her belly again, then up higher, over her ribs until, finally, she brought his oil-slicked hands up to cover her breasts. It was a bold move, one that had her heart racing with nerves and need. She'd never been with a man like this before, but she knew she wanted more of it--and her eyes darted anxiously to the door. She wanted more, but they had to hurry, because this was a rather public place to be doing something like this, and she might not get this chance again any time soon!

She peered back at him from over her shoulder, looking up at him through her lashes. Her face was flushed, breath coming a little quicker, and she wriggled her hips experimentally against the hardness she felt against her backside, marveling at the sensation and worrying a little over how it would fit. But she kept her nerves to herself, for he didn't need to know she was a virgin; she didn't want to scare him off.

"You may touch me, you know..." Sahar whispered, and then twisted a little and rose onto her toes so she could press her lips to his jaw. "I want you to."

Oh, wasn't she a bold one? And to feel her hands guide his own forward caused him to shiver as he pressed close- for his groin was shivering too as it throbbed eagerly against her as he prodded her with it while eyes became half lidded as they felt up the soft mounds of her breasts.

By Hakeshna's name, she had such a soft body, and her breasts- fitting perfectly in his hands as he groped them lightly, then generously as he massaged them and pressed himself against her again, prodding now between the back sides of her legs with his eager member as he leaned in closer and finally brought his lips to her ear.

Nibbling on it gently, his hot breath splayed across it as he traveled south, lips moving, kissing now from her ear to her neck and across her throat as he continued to massage her breasts and then becoming more venturous, daring to touch the kneed at the sensitive flesh of her nipples that were now erect.

"You know.." he spoke, breath a bit husky and heated as it moved across her neck. "I might want to do more than just touch you."
As if that much wasn't so obvious by the prodding of his dick against her skin.
"How virtuous do you priestess have to be?" he asked, lips trailing back up her neck as he sucked and kissed her soft skin lightly. "Because I'm thinking about making myself as close to you as possible. By the Gods.." he moaned, hands moving to grab at her breasts fully again. "You're so soft.."
And a hand trailed down south and moved between her legs as he shivered again.
"And heated- feels like you'd be ready for a fuck..."
And he hoped she'd be ever so inviting, for he too, knew they were in a public place and well...
it might take only a short amount of time for those women chase him to catch up to him and figure out where he had disappeared to- unless they didn't think he was so bold as to hide inside a temple. But for now, he'd focus on getting inside her temple.

He did have a bit of praying to do!

"A-ah!" Sahar clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle herself, surprised at the sounds escaping her and not wanting to draw any more attention to what they were doing! But it was hard to keep quiet as his lips caressed over her throat, as his hands so skillfully played with her breasts and sensitive nipples, and his words? He had a positively filthy mouth, such a stark contrast to the environment she grew up in, and it only excited her more as he both flattered her and spoke lewd suggestions.

"P-pleasure is not a sin," she breathed, and sucked in her belly as his hand ghosted downward. "We're not forbidden this, we--"

She bit back another moan when his hand played between her legs and shifted her legs apart, widening her stance to give him more room and clawing at his arm with her free hand--not to stop him, but to just have something to hold onto. If she wasn't waist deep in water, he would have found her quite slick, but it seemed he could at least feel her heat.

"Oh, goddess," Sahar managed to breathe, hips moving against his hand as she leaned back against him, eyes closed and head resting against his shoulder. Her widened stance allowed his cock to slide between her thighs and her pulse quickened at the sensation, that small part of her telling her this was mad, she didn't even know this man, while that other forbidden part--the part of her that was squirming against his hand and pleading for more--told that other side to shut up.

"Oh...goddess, that feels good, I--o-oh!" Her fingers tightened around his arm and she covered her mouth again, body trembling as his hands went back to her breasts. It was starting to get very difficult to think--and though she thought she heard something in the distance, she dismissed it as nothing--probably just the sloshing of the water--but it did remind her of how little time they might have.

Hands clawing lightly at his arms, she squirmed against him, breath coming in quick bursts. "Hakeshna...ah...Hakeshna gave us bodies we could enjoy," she said at last, arching against him. "There is nothing more holy than the union of two souls in Her name...for there are many ways to worship Her, so...please..."

Ihlsep's lips smiled against her shoulder as he held her close, his dick slicking against the outter folds of her woman hood and even beneath the water, he could feel the need of her body as he shivered.

"Yes, it'll feel real good for the both of us here soon," he murmured, lips pressing hungrily against her as he coaxed her to bend over, a hand to her shoulder, the other on her hip as he continued to glide his cock as he felt her sex and just nursed upon it, his dick sliding across all of that sensitive skin in hopes to elicited the soft gasps of pleasures from her he so desired.

Oh yes, sex would come soon enough, but he wanted to play her like an instrument. She was a refined vessel of their Goddess after all. Might as well treat her like one before having her scream Hakeshna's name.

Coaxed to bend over, Sahar readily complied. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the pool's edge and jolted when she felt his cock slide between her folds. She bit her bottom lip, for a second thinking he was going to take her right then and having a jolt of worry--should she tell him? Tell him to slow down? She'd heard it could be uncomfortable the first time, so maybe...? But then he started to glide along her and she gasped, hips bucking and a soft moan leaving her as he hit her clit, and as she once more got lost in the pleasure she decided no, she could handle it, and maybe she didn't want to slow down, anyway.

Their quick, passionate encounter had taken her breath away, taken away time to think, and the fact that they had to hurry, the threat of being caught, only thrilled her more. She whimpered, burying her face in her arms to try to keep quiet.

"Oh god...oh please!" she cried against her arms, the sound muffled as she writhed beneath him until--

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

With a startled gasp and a jolt, Sahar lifted her head--and paled at what she saw.

It was her older sister, Nasrin, and she was racing toward them at full speed, sandals pounding the ground and fake golden eye flashing in the low light, making her look quite ominous.

Oh holy goddess!

"No! No, no! Wait!" Sahar cried, smacking at the man's arm to get his attention and struggling to wriggle free, but Nasrin was there in a flash--and she had obviously interpreted the entire scenario in the worst way possible, as if it wasn't bad enough for her sister to walk in on her bent over and about to be ravaged!

"Get away from her!"

Before Sahar could even blink, Nasrin took a flying leap off the pool's edge and tackled the man into the water. When they came back up, she had one arm wrapped around his neck while the other hand pressed a dagger to his throat. "Give me ONE GOOD REASON why I shouldn't slit your fuckin' throat!"

Well, that was wholly unexpected. One second he was about to slip his dick deep inside a girl and fuck her well into Hakeshna's first coming- but then a moment later, another woman was screaming and he- well, somehow he was in the water and not even a second after, he had an arm around his neck, practically squeezing the breath out of him and a knife pricking at his throat.

Coughing and sputtering what water had caught into his lungs, he peered up at Nasrin with a mop of wet hair suctioned over his eyes, leaving only a faint frame around one exposed, slitted blue eye.

ANd though he coughed and was held fierce, after a moment, he found himself smiley coolly and replying in the only way he could, "Well if you kill me now, we can't have a threesome." And his lips quirked into a leftward grin, dimples cutting oh so suavely into his cheeks.

Nasrin's remaining eye flashed with rage at that suggestion and the knife pressed tighter to his skin, threatening to cut him.

"How dare you!" she snarled, face flushing at the suggestion--not from embarrassment, but from anger. "That's my sister, ya filthy goat-fucker! And guess what! I asked for a reason, and that was the wrong reason!"

"Nasrin, stop!" Sahar shouted, putting a hand on her shoulder, and Nasrin fixed her with a fierce glare.

"Sahar, honey, are ya okay? Goddess, I'm sorry I didn't--I know I was late, and I shouldn't have, and--look, just back up, alright. There's only one way to deal with fuckers like this and I don't want ya to see it, but don't worry, he's never gonna touch ya again, alright?"

Sahar blanched. "Wait! No, no! He wasn't--!" Her cheeks burned with mortification. If there was one person she didn't want to know about this, it was Nasrin. But she knew her sister. She knew she would seriously hurt the man, if not worse. "He wasn't...uh...he wasn't hurting me...more the exact opposite, actually..."

Nasrin blinked. "What?"

Nervously, Sahar twirled a braid around her finger and looked away. She cleared her throat. "It's...there's been a bit of a misunderstanding, Nasrin, and...just..." Another awkward clearing of her throat. She crossed her other arm over her breasts, suddenly feeling very aware of her nudity. "Y-you know you can't shed blood here, in a sacred place like--"

"I'll fuckin' drag him out of this temple, Sahar. Now what're ya tryin' to say here?"

Why, goddess, why.

With a deep breath and the squaring of her shoulders, Sahar pressed her lips together and tried to give Nasrin her most imperial look, but it was hard not to feel like a scolded child before the sister that had raised her for a huge chunk of her life. "I consented," she said with a slight lift of her chin while she wanted to sink into the pool and not come back up.

Ihlsepar, still stuck in a barbaric headlock, was sputtering more so as the two women exchanged words. But as the exchange went on and Sahar mentioned what actually was about to go on, the man found himself sputtering and coughing again before wheezing out,

"Yeah." Another cough. "We were just about to have some fun." And the smug little grin he wore was just oozing across his face and well- if it wasn't obvious that sex was what was implied, the raging hard on that was pointing out from the water, protruding from Ihlsepar's waist, gave any closure to that doubt it could have been anything but.

"What." Their answer surprised Nasrin enough that she let go of the man, wading backwards a few steps so she could look at the both of them with raised eyebrows. Yeah. It was damned obvious what had been about to go down, but...her sister...she was...she had been convinced he was attacking her because...Sahar...she wasn't...

She was a priestess!

She was her baby sister!

And she was...was...

Nasrin raised her hands to her face and turned away with a groan. "Ohhh my gods. Ya were actually...gonna...you?"

Sahar clenched her jaw, a little annoyance trickling through the embarrassment. The way Nasrin said it made her sound like she was undesirable or something! "Yes. We were."

Turning back around to face them, Nasrin jerked her thumb at the man--or, more specifically, his erection. "You? Put that the fuck away already. Goddamn, you're in a temple. And Sahar? Get some damned clothes on. Now. Who the hell even are ya?" Nasrin said, directing that question first at the man before turning on Sahar.

"Who is he?"

Sahar bit her bottom lip, her blush deepening. "Uhm..."

"...Holy shit. Ya don't even know his name. Ya don't even know his name and ya were gonna--?" With a laugh, Nasrin smacked her forehead. "I can't believe this."

Wading past the man toward the steps leading out of the pool, Sahar bumped her shoulder into him as she did. "Sorry," she whispered, and glanced up at him sheepishly, pausing. "Er...what is your name?"

While the reaction between the sisters was amusing, Ihlsepar was spending his time rubbing at his throat, and clearing it, and leering at one sister to the other. Well, a three some would probably do them all a world of good..
he figured it might not be good to press the suggestion. But he couldn't help but smile when the reality of how much of a completely stranger he was here impacted both the girls. Not that he cared. Show him a pretty face and tits and he'd fuck it.

He was, after all, shameless.
-And notably famous for it.

So when Sahar moved past him and sheepishly apologized, he gave her a roguish grin and revealed his name in nonchalance.
"Ihlsepar." And he took her hand and kissed the top of it softly, sensually. "Ihlsepar Asawa'eht."
ANd he peered up at her with those baby blue eyes and asked through a flashing grin. "And yours, priestess?"

Might as well save this name for later...

Sahar's heart began to race anew when he so sensually kissed the back of her hand and looked at her with those dreamy eyes. Her breath caught in her throat, and she ached between her legs with the reminder of what she had almost had, but had been cruelly denied. When she could breathe again, she peered back up at him through her thick lashes.

"Ihlsepar..." she repeated, and smiled, committing the name to memory. She hoped this wouldn't be the last she saw of him. "I'm Sahar. Sahar Nagi."

And she might had said more, but Nasrin waded past her at that moment, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her out of the pool. "You and me, we got a lot to talk about," Nasrin said as she took up Sahar's robe and slung it around her sister's shoulders, then tugged it closed. "About responsibility, and babies, and--wait."

She froze and turned, slowly, toward Ihlsep. "Back up. Didja say your name was Ihlsepar Asawa'eht?"

Ihlsepar leaned casually against the side of the bathing pool and took the two girls in with his cool blue eyes and said, "Yep."

Nasrin stared at him, both eyes narrowing, her golden eye glinting in the light. "You're Ihlsepar Asawa'eht? The Ihlsepar Asawa'eht? Womanizer fuck 'em and leave 'em Ihlsepar Asawa'eht?"

Sahar glanced back and forth between them, clutching her robe closed. Oh dear...

With a death glare his way, Nasrin stepped in front of her sister and stared him down. "I know all about ya. I've heard what you're all about. So I'm only gonna say this once. Ya touch my sister again, and you'll be talkin' with a squeak for the rest of your life. Ya get what I'm sayin'?"

Sahar bit back a groan. Nasrin didn't get it. Of course she wouldn't. She wasn't a priestess. Of course she wouldn't understand that the last thing Sahar was worried about was having her heart broken, when she had never been under the illusion that a relationship like that was ever possible! She grimaced, shooting Ihlsepar an apologetic look, and touched Nasrin's arm.

"Nasrin...please, calm down. That's not necessary," she said, looking at Ihlsepar the entire time she said it, hoping he'd get the message. Her sister was going to ruin everything! "I can handle this myself."

"He's scum, hon. Ya don't know a thing about him and ya don't know what he's even got. I'm doing ya a favor since ya sure ain't doin' any favors for yourself." Then, glaring at Ihlsepar again, she scowled. "Didn't ya hear me? Get dressed and get lost!"

Ihlsepar was feeling pretty cozy where he was, and continued to leisurely lean against hte side of the bathing pool as the sister's antics went on. Lecturing or not, it was not something he wasn't used to and very easily tuned it out. So when the conversation came back to him again, he leaned oh so casually into his folded, resting arms and said, "So I guess this means no threesome?"

Because really, it could be a lot of fun...

If looks could kill, Ihlsepar would have been a crumbling skeleton with the way Nasrin was glaring at him. "Get. Gone," she growled, while Sahar had the decency to blush.

Less because of the idea of a threesome and more because she was mortified that he had asked her sister to be involved!

Ihlsepar quirked a brow, but kept his cool expression.
"But my bath has only just begun..."
And oh, was he ever trying his luck here. But in a sad way, he actually liked it, and Nasrin's anger amused him greatly. Angered women always made sex more fun anyway. And she looked the sort that needed to lighten up.

Nasrin had had enough.

Marching on over to him, dripping water as she went, she didn't bother to step into the pool with him. Instead, she went to where he was leaned against the pool's edge, bent, and grabbed a fistful of his hair. "I said out!" she said, tugging him. "C'mon! Get out! Ya obviously had enough time in the pool here to get that far with my sister so I'm gonna call ya done!"

White teeth split across his face the moment her fingers dug into his hair and gave a pull. He swore, and something else, as he peered up at the woman who was ordering him around.
"You obviously don't know how quickly my charms can work. Beside, I like it when a girl gets rough. Why don't you join me so I can show you just how fast I can show a woman a good time?"

Nasrin's smile turned frighteningly sweet. "You like it rough, do you?" she asked, batting her lashes. "Is that so?"

In the distance, Sahar clapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head vigorously, hoping he could see it, and that he'd change his tune.

IN the middle of her gripping onto his hair tighter, he caught sight of Sahar's flailing.
But misinterpreted it.
"Yeah... rough with you........
and your sister."

In that three some he suggested...
Was that what she was trying to flap her arms about? He didn't know, but it seemed as if Sahar wanted in on this... though he wasn't sure what until after the words already slipped out of his mouth.

Was she trying to warn him? It was only then he peered up at Nasrin-
and the only things he could think of were...
Oh, Shit.

Nasrin grinned like a crocodile.

"Wrong. Answer."

Grabbing onto his hair with both hands now, she gave a grunt and hauled him out of the pool, not caring if he stumbled or banged his limbs against anything. Though Ihlsep had a few inches on her, Nasrin was deceptively strong as she pulled him out. She didn't wait for him to get his bearings before she began to drag him across the smooth, slick floor, heading for the door he'd slipped in through.

"This rough enough for ya?!"

"Nasrin!" Sahar cried, running after the two. "Wait! Don't hurt him!"

If Ihlsepar wasn't gritting his teeth before, he's surely be doing it now as he found himself suddenly begin yanked clean out of the pool and being dragged across the ground. And by Hakeshna, did it hurt! Grabbing onto her wrists as she dragged him, the only thing he found himself able to say as she pulle dhim along was,
"Y-yeah." And he paused to look up at her, breathing hard. "So long as the sex is this good."
But the humor would probably be lost.
Though to be fair, he was still being partially serious. If she was this rough with him now....

If Nasrin had looked pissed before, by the time he was done speaking, she looked livid. Why was he still saying those things?! He was supposed to be intimidated! And apologetic! And argh!

At the edge of the door she dropped him roughly and unsheathed her dagger again. "If ya make one more comment about sex--with me, with my sister, with us!--ya won't have a dick left to fuck with! Ya hear me? You'll be squattin' to piss! Now you get up and get out and I don't ever wanna catch ya near my sister again, ya scummy cheat! Now get!"

She pulled her foot back, about ready to boot him out the door, but Sahar rushed in between them and held her hands out, still naked. "Nasrin! Stop!" she said. "Calm down, please! This is a Temple of Hakeshna! Remember? Do no violence here?"

Nasrin glowered at Sahar, cheeks puffed out with the words she wanted to bark, but after a moment she deflated with a long sigh. She sheathed her blade again and glared at Ihsep from over Sahar's shoulder. "Fine. But he needs to go. Like I've said. Like fifty times."

Once his hair was released, and all threats made, Ihlsepar took a hand a swept it through his hair- and it went back to it's immaculate perfection of curls. Those thick lips of his pursed as he regarded Nasrin, and he remained on the floor, resting on his elbow while blue eyes leered her.
And from his position on the floor, it was evident his cock was still ready to go.

"I'm ready to go whenever you are."

"I'm gonna kill him."

"Nasrin! No!"

"I'm gonna slay him!"

"Nasrin! The temple! Please!"

"Don't care! Murder imminent! Leggo!"

Sahar had to latch onto her sister to hold her back, arms wrapped around the older woman's waist while Nasrin glared death at Ihlsep, her hands raised in a strangling gesture.

Looking over her shoulder at Ihlsep, Sahar shot him a desperate look. "I-I think you should, um...you should get dressed!"

Watching the two sisters struggle was amusing-a nd a bit sexy. Sahar was naked, after all- and her breasts..
Oh, right, the crazy one eyed one wanted to kill him. The remembrance of this made his grin grow wider. And at Sahar's suggestion... he simply told her with a shrug.
"I never came in any clothes."

Sahar's face fell. Oh right. He had showed up naked...

That complicated matters.

"W-wait! Nasrin, see? He can't leave yet! He came in naked."

"Not my problem!"

"We can't just send him out there naked!"

"If he came in here naked, he was naked out there, so he can be naked out there again."

With a heavy sigh, for Sahar was growing a bit annoyed with her sister's temper, Sahar grabbed Nasrin by the shoulders and looked at her dead in the eyes, trying to level with her. "Stop it, okay? Just stop! You're acting like a child! A...a very violent child, but a child! I know you're angry, but I'm not a little girl anymore, and you don't have to protect me. So let me do my job and--"

"Your job? Screwin' people's your job now?"

"Would you listen! I happen to think he's fine! And I, being a servant of this temple, am not going to cast a man out onto the street, much less naked! This is a temple of Hakeshna and he has as much a right to be here as anyone," Sahar said, lifting her chin to look up at her taller sister and setting her jaw. "So just...enough! If you continue this violence, I'll have to ask you to leave."

Nasrin jerked a little, a little stung by Sahar's words--threatening to kick her out over this womanizer! But Sahar pressed on. "So just...calm down. And be civil."

Nasrin closed her mouth with the faint clicking of teeth. "Fine," she said, and turned on her heel, arms crossed. "Fine. Do what you need to do. Dress him. I don't care anymore."

With a relieved sigh, Sahar turned to Ihlsep and offered him her hand--and paused, unable to help looking at certain other parts of him that were catching her attention. "Sorry about my sister," she said quietly.

Ihlsepar's lips twitched into a leftward grin. Somehow, things turned in his favor, and.despite his.outward coolness, inwardly he was wondering just how long he could press his.luck. Grinning at Nasrin's riled demeanour, he admired her a moment. Despite the fake eye thing, and the fact she was kind of like an amazon, he.found her pretty attractive and his groin visibly throbbed for her.

But then his eyes fell to Sahar, and his grin broadened. And his groin throbbed again. Hejust hoped one of them would at least fuck him. Or he might have to find a whore...
"No need to apologize," he told her coolly. "Perhaps we should have chose somewhere more private." And as he regarded her, taking a hand to sweep back her dark hair, he.inquired, "Know of any such place we could steal a moment alone?"

Sahar shot a glance back at Nasrin, who was brooding with her back turned to them, and then looked back to Ihlsep. She couldn't believe he was still up for things after what her sister had put him through! Anyone else would have run screaming by now.

She'd seen it. And the poor guy had to be a little banged up.

But...

Lowering her voice, she leaned in closer to him, her pulse quickening at the idea of picking up where they'd left off. "I know a place," she whispered, before heading over to retrieve her robe. She pulled it on, making herself somewhat modest for Nasrin's sake, and then turned back toward her sister.

"Nasrin? Could you wait out in the main hall?" Sahar called, and Nasrin tossed her a sidelong look from over her shoulder. "I'm going to take him to find clothes, and...well...you know. I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Trouble?" Nasrin said, eyebrow raised.

"You know...being what you are, what you do...trouble! You're not really supposed to be back here."

"And he is?"

Sahar lowered her voice. "He's not a criminal. You are! Please, it'll just be a few minutes, I promise. Go...go pray or something! Hakeshna knows you need it."

From the look on Nasrin's face, Sahar was fooling no one. "Fine," Nasrin said, and before she left, she turned to level a look at Ihlsep and pointed to her eyes, then at him, eyebrows raised with meaning. Pivoting stiffly on her heel, she headed out the door.

Sahar nearly wilted with relief. Heading back for Ihlsep, she grabbed his hand. "Come on!"

Ihlsep kept a cool grin, but his blue eyes danced at her suggestion, and once she took his hand he didn't hesitate to follow her. Where ever she was going to take him, he not doubted it'd be scandalous and fun-
and that's exactly what he needed right now as his bare feet moved across the polished floors of the temple, and his body began to ache for hers as he looked her over with a hungered gaze.

"You know, we could just fuck here," he told her, his voice hot. "Think of how fun it would be to try it."
And as they moved along something else caught his eye.
"Or that altar. Ever think about being taken on that thing?" He know he was day dreaming of it as a bit of precum glistened at the tip of his cock.

Sahar gaped at him, flushing hotly. "On the altar?" she repeated, incredulous. "Really? But that's so...that's so wrong!"

But as she looked at it, her heart raced and heat pooled between her thighs because...it was wrong. It was so wrong. And yet, the idea of it sent a forbidden thrill through her for exactly that reason. All her life she had played the part of the good girl, and yet here she was, with a stranger, sneaking off to do lewd things. It would be risky, and Hakeshna help her, she would need to spend the next week atoning for it, but...

If she was going to do this, why not make it memorable?

And the risk just added a sense of thrilling danger and urgency that made her body flush with need. Goddness, she couldn't wait any longer if he was going to talk like that! Damn the consequences! Nasrin was at the other end of the temple, they were alone for now...

Squeezing his hand, Sahar gave him an impish smile. "Let's do it."

She tugged him over to the altar, a large stone slab, and shrugged out of her robe so she could lay it over the stone surface. Then she turned to face Ihlsep, putting her back to the altar, and hopped up onto it. She covered her mouth to hold back laughter, feeling positively horrible--and yet elated, a sense of giddiness washing over her, for she felt like a child trying not to get caught.

"We could get in so much trouble!" she said, feet dangling and eyes drifting down to his erection with curiosity.

When she accused the place of being wrong, his grin broadened as his blue eyes danced lustfully.
"That's the idea," he purred, and seeing as she grew excited over the prospect and lead him that way, his grin grew. And now, standing before her and the stone alter- one blessed for the works of the Goddess herself, his eyes took in her body like a fine wine as hands smoothed up and down her hips and thighs.
"Are you ready to be taken?" he asked softly, hands still moving over her warm, soft skin. "Because if so, lay down. I'm ready whenever you are."

Sahar sighed as his hands coasted over her hips and thighs, loving the way he touched her in a way no one else had. Sitting up there on the altar, she was ready for more of that--and sacrilegious as it was to think it, she couldn't help but feel a but like a goddess awaiting worship.

"I'm more than ready," she breathed, meeting his eyes, and it was obvious he was, too. As she peered at him, she found herself wanting to touch him, thinking it a little unfair that he'd gotten to touch her so much but she'd never gotten to properly feel a man, but they were also pressed for time, so she kept the words inside. "I just want you..."

Laying back, she wasn't quite sure what to do with her hands, so she rested them on her belly. And though her body burned, she once again had that flash of hesitation and nerves, that she should tell him, maybe? But once again, she pushed it aside. She just wanted him inside her! She didn't want to make this complicated!

Ihlsep moved to crawl on the stone altar above her, his eyes moving across her form, taking in every inch of her as he did. Though he lingered, a hand moving to her cheek, then down her neck to her shoulder and over her breasts as he touched them, just as his lips met to hers and his cock began to prod between her legs. She wasn't the only one with a fire in her belly- and though he had many women before- never had he a priestess.

Yes, it seemed so wrong, but to his body, so right. And his breath came out in soft, hot pants as he kissed her again and again until he eventually moved his lips across her cheek, nursed at her neck and then breathed and kissed at her ear.

"I've never had a priestess before.." he confessed, cock now finding her sex and slicking across it. It made him shiver. Oh thank the goddess she was ready for this, since he knew if they were caught again-
it would be too late.


But unfortunately for him, he adored drawing things out, making women beg for it as he teased her, and a hand slipped down, so while his cock was tasting the outter folds of her moistness, his fingers were massaging and rolling her clit between two pinched fingers as his lips met to hers as a tongue was shoved hotly between her cheeks.

Sahar didn't know what she had been expecting, but then again, it wasn't like she had prior experience to draw on. But rather than take her right then and there, he was tender with her--and she melted as he crawled atop her and began to touch her, her legs spreading so he could crawl between them. Any worry she might have had about being caught faded as he found her breasts, rekindling that hot, needy desire she'd felt for him in the pool.

Now she had a use for her hands.

She slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and into his hair, clutching the strands as his lips found hers and she kissed him hungrily back--a little clumsily and without Ihlsep's finesse. But inexperience could have easily been disguised as distraction, for she gasped against his mouth when his cock prodded between her legs, and bit her lip to keep from whimpering when his lips moved from hers to travel down her neck. She shivered beneath him, his breath hot and tickling against her ear.

"Oh...Ihlsepar," she murmured, breath catching as she felt his cock slide against her folds, her eyes fluttering shut and hands traveling down to grip his shoulders, nails lightly scratching. She lifted her hips against him, wanting more and yet loving this teasing. He'd never had a priestess? She flushed at his confession, and thought, maybe, she owed him a little honesty, too.

"Ihlsepar...nnh...I...I have a confession, too, I--oh!"

She cut off with a cry, for that was when he found her clit, and suddenly she couldn't think. And it was a good thing he kissed her, for she was starting to realize that she wasn't going to be a quiet one in bed. Her hands clawed at his back, her hips rolling against his hand, and she moaned against his mouth as his tongue slipped inside, her own tongue awkwardly meeting him. It surprised her, that kiss, but she was too fired up everywhere else to care.

As their tongues wrestled together, he breathed hotly through his nose, hands finding her breasts as he cupped them fully in his hands and felt all over their softness as his thumbs and fingers would work from time to time at her erect nipples.

And he lifted his mouth from hers, removing his tongue only long enough to shove it into her mouth again, tongue going in deep in search of hers- and using this momentum to shove his entire cock deep within her.

"By Hakeshna!" he cried out. She was so tight. Was she a virgin? And the very idea drove him insane as his cock throbbed within her,a nd most naturally, began to move, while his hips rose and fell as his dick worked into her like a slow moving piston- enjoying her taste at length and leisure. His eyes rolled into the back sides of his head until he was nearly seeing his brains as he held her and continued to fuck, body becoming possessed with this primal need-

and soon he was ramming into her quickly, his pleasure within building up like a mountain as he grunted and groaned and moaned against her throat, and soon his lips were traveling south and his mouth was all over her breasts as he tasted her, took her in and sucked at her sensitive tips, one at a time.

It was a good thing his mouth was on hers when he took her, because it muffled her sharp cry. Oh, Hakeshna! Her nails bit into his shoulders as he stretched her, her breath catching at that initial discomfort, but thankfully he had gotten her wet and excited enough to relax her for it, and she was more surprised that it didn't hurt as badly as she had heard, and that he was inside her, than she was shocked by the pain. And then he began to move and she clapped a hand over her mouth, body clenching around him. Oh goddess, that hurt, but he was moving, slowly, and she couldn't help but marvel at that, at what it was like to have a man within her, and--

And oh...that actually felt good...

He had begun moving faster, and Sahar had to bite down on her knuckle to keep from crying out when pleasure began to mix in with the discomfort, and soon he was pounding into her and she was clinging to him hard, one hand still covering her mouth to muffle the yelping cries he was bringing out of her. Pain? Pleasure? She couldn't even tell anymore, for it had all begun to blend together into one wonderful mess that she was surprised to find she loved, because she had heard that pain should bother her, that a virgin's first time should be slow, and yet she found herself wanting more, and thinking he could be rougher.

Hakeshna, what was wrong with her?

Wrapping her legs around his waist when she found holding them apart on the altar was too straining, she uncovered of her mouth so she could breathe and grab onto him, needing something to hold onto, and found herself beyond caring that she was being loud as she cried out and clawed at his shoulders in time to his thrusts. Her nails left red welts behind, but her eyes were shut and she didn't notice. "Oh Hakeshna...oh Goddess! Please...!"

She didn't know what she was praying for, exactly, only that his mouth and cock felt amazing.

Who would have thought he'd be taking a priestess on one of her own alters? Much less devirginizing one. But to the Goddess, his mother, the stars and the skies, the way she fit around him was like a glove- so much tighter and unrestrained... which was unlike most of the women he had recently bedded- even the supple virgin in which he had to run from her bed and take homage here.

Yes, not one of them could compare to the dizzying, thrilling sensation of his rock hard cock taking her against the stone slab, as lips took praise of her body, as the pair continued to join again and again with each rough thrusting of his hips. And he couldn't hold back- and the way her body language was speaking- he didn't have to, as he muttered praises unto her, unto the goddess as his mouth found her breasts again.

Such melting hot need she gave him, their bodies palpable in their heat; it made him shiver and gasp as he began to slow down, his hips moving like gentle waves now, moving back nice and slow, following the natural rise of his hips before in a sudden rush, he'd slam into her again- and repeated this same motion until his body was beginning to glisten with sweat and his lips found hers again. What an addiction, what a rush- and he listened, very closely, to the wants and needs of her body.

For he was so close to his own peak of pleasure- he still desired to hear her calling out his name, in praise above even the Goddess, for there was nothing like the thrill of making a woman scream, and to have her body be of in worship of himself, as a man. Desire, simple and pure, mixed with lust and hunger was all he needed to get the kettle hot and to keep the soup ever ready, in case he ever wanted to come back for more.

Oh Goddess, let no one walk in on them now! Because Sahar didn't want this to end, ever. Her back was starting to get a little sore on the stone, but thankfully her robe cushioned it a little--but even then she didn't care. She could deal with it if it meant more of this.

Because a familiar sensation was starting to build in her belly, a sensation she was familiar with--but only on her own, never shared with another person, and it felt different with him moving deep inside her and hitting parts of her she hadn't known existed, and with his lips worshiping her body, and with his heat covering her. She whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair and tugging at the strands, her head tilted and back arching as she pressed her heels against his back to try to urge him onward. And then when he changed up the pace, pulling back slowly only to slam back in...

Goddess, he was going to undo her. It hurt, her body sore where they were connected and her thighs tender where his hipbones hit, but why did it feel so good? She kissed him roughly and nipped at his lips, unpracticed but making up for it in passion, and slipped her hands down to scratch at his back, clutching him tighter as each powerful movement made her moan and gasp against his mouth, each thrust nudging her closer and closer to her own rising peak.

"Ihlsep...Ihlsepar...!" she cried out, body writhing restlessly beneath him, eyes shut and face flushed. "Ihlsepar, please...don't stop, please!"

And then her words died on her tongue as she came, nails digging into his back, body trembling, and sex tightening around him. She buried her face against his shoulder and bit down on his skin to keep from screaming.

Like a wicked magic spell- speak his name and it was he you shall get- and to feel her cling to him, to need him so sent him over the edge, and soon she wasn't the only one who was trying to muffle her pleasure as his breath and lips smothered into her shoulder. He had buried himself deep within her, taking a few last thrusts until he could take no more- and his hot seed filled up her tightness in a rush,a nd soon he was collapsing ontop of her and shivering in the sweet over glow of ecstasy.

By the Goddess, in that moment, he felt like a believer, as one sweaty body pressed into the other. He could feel her heart beat, even as his own was pounding in his ears, and it was only after a few moments did he finally turn his head to look at her, blue eyes glowing from beneath half lids and a tossed mess of curly black hair.

"By Hakeshna's name.." he breathed, his lips curling into a devilish smile. "I do believe we just fucked on a sacred alter." And that fact alone made his cock inside her twitch and swell, even after it had long been expelled of the fiery desire but moments ago.

Sahar stared up into his face through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted as she panted for breath, her skin beaded with sweat. Goddess, she hadn't realized sex was such work! Her heart beat wildly, her arms and legs still wrapped around him as though wanting to keep him there, and when he spoke she couldn't help but laugh merrily.

"Oh...Hakeshna...we did, didn't we?" she said with a tired grin, and laughed again at that, because it was so bad! "I'm going to have to pray extra for this one, say some extra devotionals...but Goddess, Ihlsepar...it was worth it."

She slid her hands up into his hair again, brushing some of the strands from his face, and gave a little grin as she wriggled experimentally against him, feeling him still lodged inside her. "You feel really good. I...I had no idea...I mean, I had some ideas, but...wow."

Ihlsepar was contented to just melt clean off of that alter and into oblivion after all of that- and probably would have as he moved to nestle beside her ont he small, stone altar where she lay.
"Think nothing of it- after all, " he said as he turned to her with a grin. "It will be the first of many."
But it was only when she went to gush on about the sensation of it all that he began to realize....
"So was that your first time?" And he asked it oh so coolly, his smile never leaving those lips.

When he pulled out and moved beside her, Sahar's breath caught for a moment, and then she relaxed again, feeling sore but oddly...empty. With a happy sigh, she rolled onto her side and curled up closer to him with an arm draped across him, a grin on her lips.

"Mm, yeah. My first time, and the first of many, yes?" She peered up at him. "I really like the sound of that. I'd love to do that again and--"

She cut off. She had felt the a flood of heat within her shortly after she came, but she hadn't really given it much thought. Now the reason became known as it began to leak out onto her inner thigh. With a slight start, she propped up onto her elbow, flushing, and glanced down between her legs. "Oh...uh..."

The man smirked.
"Sorry about the mess, an unfortunate side affect when fucking men. So don't worry,"and his grin grew. "You didn't.piss yourself or anything. Just a reward deposited into you from me on a job well done."

Sahar laughed at that and lightly pushed his shoulder. "Well, then, I thank you for the gift! Is that really what they call a man's seed?" She didn't know what she had been imagining, but it certainly wasn't that white, milky substance. Shaking her head, she trailed her hand absently over Ihlsepar's hip, still all shivery from their fun and delighting in the afterglow.

"I suppose it was silly to imagine actual seed..."

Ihlsep's eyes sparkled at such a claim.
"Yeah... it is."
He gave a tilt of his head, observing the woman he had just claimed and moved to sweep some of her dark hair from her face, even daring to adjust the head piece she wore as his lips twitched a bit in their quirky smirk as he appreciated what a fine looking woman she truly was.
"But don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from..."

It was, after all, quite scandalous what they were doing- and he loved it, every little sinful moment.

Sahar's lips quirked as he adjusted her headpiece, which had gone rather ajar during their rutting, and leaned in boldly to press a soft kiss to his lips, more tender than the ones she'd taken and been given in the heat of things. Goddess, she could have stayed like that a while longer, even though the altar wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was nice laying beside such a stunning man after sharing something so intimate with him--even though he was still a perfect stranger.

And the idea of doing this again...? "Mm...good."

She shivered at the thought, already craving another taste, and she let her hand travel down his belly and would have gone lower, curious to learn more about his body, when a sudden thought struck her.

With a jolt, she sat upright, wincing a little as her body ached. "Oh goddess! Nasrin.  How long have we been?" she asked, eyes wide.

Ihlsepar's eyes followed Sahar as she suddenly sat up right- well, more like he was following her eyes but got distracted with her bouncing breasts.

"Still worrying over your sister?" he said, sitting up on his elbows as he cocked a brow at her. "I thought she was aware of our... intentions." And he gave her a playful smile- that of course wasn't helping matters in the least!

"Well...I suppose she was," Sahar admitted, remembering the look Nasrin had given them before she left. "I just don't want you to get hurt because of me! Though..."

Eyes roving over his body, she caught sight of the red scratches she'd left on his shoulders (with more likely on his back) and winced. Reached out, she trailed her fingers over the ones on his shoulder. "I think I may have beat her to it. Are you okay? I, ah...do they hurt?"

Giving a shrug, he told her, "Any man would be proud of such war wounds. And no- they don't hurt at all." Or if they did, he didn't dare make a fuss. Fingernail marks on his back and shoulders, if anything, were proud marks to bear- especially after what those two had just shared.

"So what's the deal with your sister any how? You act as if she shouldn't be here. And here  I thought Hakeshna's temple was open to all."

"War wounds," Sahar repeated with a smirk, still tracing over the marks. "Hmm...I don't think I would mind them, either." She could definitely see the appeal when he put it that way; something about it was very sensual, something about it reminding her of how she'd thought he could be rougher--and the thought made her blush, because she wasn't sure those were proper thoughts to be having, and the thoughts had surprised even her.

But before she could dwell on it too long, he brought up Nasrin, and she let out a sigh as she curled back up against him. "Ah, that. That...is complicated. Well. I don't mind telling you. It is practically common knowledge, and you could probably tell, somewhat, by her treatment of you, but..."

Sahar shook her head. "Nasrin has not, exactly, ah...made herself respectable here. She has a little bit of a reputation, and had been disruptive and rude, and, ah..."

She heaved a sigh. "When she stole from the temple, that was the final straw. This temple is open to all, but violence and disrespect is something else entirely. My Sisters were not impressed."

The story actually made him smile, and chuckle a little as he admired Sahar.
"Sounds rather daring to steal from her sister's own temple. Did you make her upset?" Siblings rivalries or petty squabbles normally lead to some irrational things.

"Me? No!" Sahar paused, bit her lip. "Ah...maybe." She cleared her throat, casting her eyes downward. "I don't approve of her lifestyle, so she...I suppose decided to rub said lifestyle in my face in reply."

Ihlsepar chuckled.
"And so you decided to rub me into her face?" he asked, playfully.

Sahar's cheeks flushed. "N-not intentionally!" she blurted. "But, ah...that...I suppose is how that turned out, isn't it...?" she admitted slowly, before looking back up at him.

"You're not offended, are you? I hope you don't think it means I only did this to use you in some...some sibling rivalry ploy!"

At such a revelation, Ihlsepar only laughed.
"Hardly, in fact, I find it endearing- or maybe a bit of a turn on.. to think, you and I could fuck again out of spite and rage..."
It certainly seemed sexy to him.

Sahar's lips quirked into a grin at that, and she rubbed her thumbs over the scratches on his shoulder. "I suppose if you time it right, you could find me after an argument," she said with a light laugh before pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "But if I did this to you when I wasn't angry, I...I don't want to hurt you, though..."

She took a deep breath and kept her eyes averted. "Though I don't think I would mind if you were rough."

Ihlsepar smirked.
"Rough eh?" He traced a hand up her arm, then shoulder to where his finger rested beneath her chin and pressed up so her eyes could look into his.
"Whatever the lady wishes." And he leaned in to kiss her deeply and found himself falling (though not literally...). By Hakesehna's name, did she ever have soft lips.

With a little sound of pleasure, Sahar kissed him back, delighting in him as her tongue tasted him and as she gave his bottom lip an experimental nibble. She still felt clumsy in her kisses, but that just meant she would have to practice--and those were lessons she wouldn't mind taking!

Leaning on her elbow, her free hand moved over his body, caressing over his hip and loving the way he felt. Goddess, his lips felt amazing against hers, and she couldn't get over how lucky this encounter had been--and how hilarious, really! What were the chances that a beautiful, naked man should stumble upon her like that, and that they'd want to have each other? She pressed herself closer to him, shivering at the memory of what they'd done, as her hand traveled down over his stomach to touch him tentatively between the legs.

"Whatever I wish?" she murmured against him.

Goddess, she could get drunk on him.

Ihlsepar smirked, admiring the feel of her eyes and hands exploring his body as he remained, just leisurely nestling into her side.
"Yes.." he repeated, lips now taken to her shoulder. "Whatever you wish, whatever you desire."
He was a man of means- very creative means- and he wasn't that afraid to try something new.

Sahar let out a happy sigh and tilted her head as he kissed her shoulder, to give him more space to explore her. "Hmm...and what if I said I want to have you every way I can?" she asked as her hand encircled his cock, and she was surprised to find it felt so soft--not at all the hard thing that had felt so huge inside her.

She blinked. "Oh...did you shrink?"

Ihlsepar chuckled against her throat.
"It won't be that way for long if you keep touching it," he purred against her, kisses trailing up her neck as lips moved across her ear.

"Oh?" Sahar murmured, shivering beneath his kisses and biting her lip to keep from laughing as his mouth tickled her ear. She turned her head so she could catch his lips with her own and draped one of her legs over his own, her fingers still stroking him.

"Then I think I'll keep doing this," she said against his mouth, and turned to nip playfully at his jaw. "Unless you've any objections?" Like that they should have gone out to meet Nasrin like...ages ago, but Sahar didn't care.

"Mmm... no.." he purred. "No objections." And as his lips sealed to hers, his tongue found its way inside her mouth and wrestled hotly within the confines there in as his cock began to grow rock hard within her grasp, it's length no longer able to be contained behind her fingers. And at such a sensation, he began to gently rock his cock against the soft flesh of her palm.
"You know... if you wouldn't be opposed to it, we could find another location to fuck.."A nd now his teeth were nipping at her ears as a hot breath splayed across it.

But then the temple door slammed open, it's noise echoing throughout the chamber.
"Ihlepar Asawa'eht!" Came a woman's angry voice, most familiar to Ihlsepar's ears. He had been re positioning himself over top of Sahar, ready to go for a round two- when his blue eyes lifted from her body and went over towards the door. There was an entire heard of women behind the angered Irana, and once she stepped inside and realized she had found him- and what he was doing, she let out a blood curdling scream.

Cringing, Ihlsepar peered down at Sahar.
"I think that's my cue to go. This moment was lovely." He tossed a wink her way before rolling off of her and onto the floor, where he promptly began to make his great get away, dashing off towards the back of the temple.

"IHLSEPAR! YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE OUR WRATH!"
But as he was rushing away from Irana and her band of angry, amazonian seeming women, he seemed to all but forget about a certain other woman who was equally as angry at him-
for the room he had chosen to hide away in just so happened to contained the one eyed girl.....
and after he delicately closed the door behind him and turned around to find a place for himself to hide, he paused in mid-tip toe to see Nasrin as he gave her a boyish smile.

"I don't suppose you'll mind my company for a while?" And just as he spoke it, the screaming band of banshee women raced past them on the other end of the door- and once they were gone, Ihlsepar gave the bandit woman a look and shrug.

"What? Sometimes even lunatics need to visit the temple," he said with a light sniff.

OOC: I Couldn't recall where she was kept or if she'd still be in the temple but this idea amused me but if you want me to fix anything I TOTALLY CAN BUT...*so amused*

"Mm...I'd love that," Sahar said, for the altar was starting to hurt. But as Ihlsep moved atop her again, Sahar rolled onto her back again, legs opening for him, and would not have protested a second round here--

Except for the fact that they were rudely interrupted.

Her heart just about tore from her chest and she jumped, at first thinking it was Nasrin who had walked in, but when she lifted onto her elbows she saw it was...both better and worse. Better because it was a crowd of strangers and not anyone she'd ever have to face again, like her sister, but worse because it was an entire crowd of women who were catching them like that.

Ihlsepar bolted, and Sahar jerked upright, her face hot, and yanked her soiled robe on as quickly as she could. She jumped down from the altar, but thank Hakeshna the women were more interested than him than in her, because it meant she could slip by them and make a beeline for her room.

Because...now that she was walking...ugh. Gift from him to her, indeed. She needed to dress and, more importantly, she needed to clean up. Because fun as that was, it was messy--and now that she wasn't in the throes of passion, it was also kind of painful. Her thighs ached from holding them in a position she didn't normally hold them in, and other places ached, and she walked a little awkwardly as she made it back to her room.

Nasrin could wait.

Little did Sahar know that Nasrin was waiting, and she was waiting in the room Ihlsepar burst into. Seated cross-legged on a prayer rug on the floor with her knife and a small whetstone, she glanced up at his naked form with one eye, moving from his member slowly up his body and taking in the red scratches covering him. Her lips thinned and she glanced behind him as though expecting Sahar.

When Sahar didn't enter, she looked back at Ihlsepar and narrowed her eyes. And slowly, very slowly, never breaking eye-contact, she dragged the whetstone over her blade with the long, low schiiiick of metal.

The absence of words spoke volumes, but did not shed blood... so with a nonchalant shrug, he moved passed her, and began checking out the windows of the room. And as he did, he began to speak to her, but never once did he turn away from his task.

"So you're a thief. How did you manage to get in and out of here unseen?"
Who knew, maybe she'd surprise him and help the man out. Though by the looks of things, it seemed doubtful. The woman was about as cold as the stone moving across her blade.

Still sliding her whetstone over her blade, Nasrin's lips tugged up into a smirk. She had heard the commotion outside, and could hear the yelling now, but until this moment she hadn't known it was connected to him--and out of angry stubbornness, she'd stayed in this room, as though to prove a point to her sister.

Now, however, watching Ihlsepar examine the windows and things, she had connected the dots. And when he asked for help without actually asking for her help, her smile only grew.

She tucked the whetstone away and climbed to her feet, brushing off her knees. "Yeah, I know the way. C'mere."

And before he could answer, she grabbed him, one arm going around his neck in a headlock and the other hand bringing the knife down to press against his inner thigh, dangerously close to his cock.

"Ladies!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "I've got him! He's in here!"

Well, a knife to his cock wasn't expected. His eyes went about as wide as the Niafi, and when he heard her call for the woman, he tensed even more within her grasp.

"Woah, easy there. Can't we talk about this? I kind of like my dick where it is."

Nasrin's expression was stony. "No. You like it in my sister, and I made myself expressly clear on that particular matter. Did I not?"

"Uh... that you.. wanted some too?" ANd he gave a hopeful little grin, if not a bit playful in it's own right. But damn if he wasn't praying to Hakeshna or Kia or Ansgar or whoever right now.

Nasrin's eyes narrowed. "You're either incredibly arrogant, or incredibly stupid, and I can't figure out which."

And that's when Ihlsep's grin cracked into a larger smile across his face and though it was a bit of a nervous smile, it was suave none the less.
"We could say I'm both and call it even? I mean, we are talking about some pretty precious commodities here, and I'd be willing to offer a handsome some of money for you to not only keep your mouth shut, but to also remove the knife from my dick. But I'd also settle for something kinky. I mean, this could go either way." And more of the whites of his teeth were exposed through his wider grin.

Now he had her interest.

"How much are we talking?" Nasrin asked flatly, knife still pressed against him.

"Five hundred gold and a fuck?" He flashed those pearly whites broader. Hey- it couldn't hurt to ask.
ANd his father was loaded.

"How 'bout five hundred gold and I don't cut off your dick?" Nasrin answered, flashing her own white teeth in a saccharine smile.

Ihlsep's smile eased up, but became more genuine as he stared at her admirably for that.
"Deal." And then glancing down, he looked back up at her. "So... if you wouldn't mind... er... you know... removing that? Then perhaps we can get down to business." ANd just to help solidify this 'playful' agreement, he gave her a wink.

"Deal," Nasrin said, and she returned her knife to its sheath and released her hold on him. Holding out her hand, she spit into her palm and extended it out to Ihlsepar.

"Now seal it," she ordered, looking him in the eye. "And know that if you cross me, if you lie, I won't hesitate to shave off everything that makes you male." Her eyes narrowed. "Every. Thing."

In the halls, the women's voices were growing louder. They knew what direction Nasrin's shout had come from, but they hadn't yet figured out which room. And Nasrin? Well, she had positioned herself to block the door. Ihlsepar wouldn't be going anywhere until he'd satisfied her.

"Well when you put it so sweetly, how can a man refuse?" And out of instinct, his eye roamed over her body before he too, spat on his hand and slipped his own forward to give a good hearty shake.
"To a new friendship, and it's bright future?

"To five hundred gold coins," Nasrin answered simply, giving his hand a firm, hard shake before releasing him and wiping her palm off on her clothes. Satisfied, and noting the voices drawing nearer, Nasrin scooped the prayer rug up off the floor and shoved it at Ihlsepar.

"Cover yourself, for Hakeshna's sake," she said, "and keep up."

Without looking to see if he complied, she headed over to a corner of the room and felt along the cracks in the floor, then lifted, removing a large section and revealing a hold big enough to fit a person. She waved her hand, motioning him ahead, and flashed a smile. "After you."

It was probably blasphemous, but so was that act upon the altar, but it still warranted a smirk as he took the prayer rug and fashioned it around himself- and thought 'Couldn't have done better myself.' With a flick to his hair as he smoothed back some of the dark, sensual curls, he followed after Nasrin. His blue eyes watched everything she did, and what she revealed made his smile grow even larger.

Well he knew how he was going to get in  here late at night....

"No, no. I insist. Ladies first." So he could stare at that ass.

OOC: lol

ooc: LOL

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Nasrin stared at him a moment, thinking this weak, arrogant man with his pretty curls was more of a lady than she was, but then she simply shrugged.

"Fine." And with that, she climbed down into the hole and dropped down about six feet, landing with an 'oof'. There were footholds in the side leading up, but she just preferred the more direct route.

"Watch your step," she called up to him, and was only concerned for his well-being now because there were five hundred gold coins on the line. "There's footholds in the side. Use them. And cover the hole as you go."

She watched him to be sure he could manage, for she didn't trust his competence. Behind her stretched a black, ominous tunnel only large enough to crawl through; one had to be careful and feel along the walls, and feel ahead of them, to find the twists without running into anything, though here and there was pinprick of light filtering down through gaps in the temple floor above.

Ihlsepar smirked and followed after, taking one step down, then another before pulling the rug over his head. He still had the other rug, secured firmly around his waist, before he took a moment to jump down the rest of the way, landing much like a cat before moving behind Nasrin.

Ahhh.. just as he suspected. A nice view of her ass as she lead the way. But as he was admiring her wondrous posterior, some shifting floor boards above caught his attention as he glanced up.
And that's when he heard Irana and her crew.

"Keep looking for him ladies! He couldn't have gotten far! Search each room, especially those containing priestesses!"

At the thought, Ihlsepar's smile grew, and his added a bit of a swagger to his walk as he followed after Nasrin, admiring now.. well... everything else the bandit had to offer. She had a nice rack, too.

Getting down onto her hands and knees when Ihlsepar was down and the hole covered, Nasrin began to crawl through the dark tunnel, leading the way.

Above them, angry voices shouted, and Nasrin shook her head.

"Fuck someone else's sister?" she whispered as they went.

"It was probably more than their sister," he admitted, smiling a bit more broadly as he kept his eyes glued to her ass.

Though he couldn't see it, Nasrin's eyebrow arched. He was lucky she couldn't see him staring at her ass, which was currently clothed in a colorful sarong.

"Her lover?"

"Well... sister, sisters,... cousin, aunt, mother, lover, daughter...." But then realizing he could go on, he just stopped himself short and cleared his throat and gave a smile. "Well, you get the idea."

Nasrin froze for a moment, her nose wrinkling and brow furrowing as that sank in. Was he serious.

"You're disgusting," she finally said, and continued to crawl along. They were almost to the end, because she had found a bend in the tunnel and turned right. Of course, she wasn't going to warn Ihlsepar about that. He deserved to bump his face into a wall.

"But I realize my opinion doesn't matter to you. I also realize that, as much as I hate it, you and Sahar are gonna do...whatever." She spat the words out, hating to admit it, but knowing it was true. She couldn't stand guard over her sister, and she wouldn't want to, anyway. That wouldn't be fair to Sahar, and she knew it would only be a good way to make her resent her. She loved Sahar too much to risk that. "Which makes me seriously question her taste, but whatever. As long as I don't know about it, just..."

She peered over her shoulder at him, scowling in the dark. "Be responsible. If you're going to fuck, for the love of Hakeshna, I hope you pull out. I won't see her suffering with some unworthy scoundrel's child, just another victim of his lust. And I swear to every deity in this world, even the fake ones, that if you hurt her, if you make her cry, I'll make you cry even harder. She's too good for you."

It was difficult to see, and his eyes were adjusting slowly, so when she rounded the bend he only had some idea there was a corner coming when CRACK!- he smacked his forehead off of it. Rubbing his face, he paused a moment to grope the wall before proceeding, his naked body (sans the rug..) scraping against the gritty floor. Though as they continued and Nasrin stopped again, this time he ran into something else-

And got a face full of her ass.

Pulling hsi face from her rear, he peered over from the round mountainous rump that was her bottom.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Not that he didn't catch that all, but well...
Ass in face...
it was quite distracting.

With an aggravated growl, Nasrin just barely resisted the urge to kick him in the face. As it was, she cringed when he'd run into her ass, her face coloring and jaw clenching. Thankfully, he was wise enough to pull back.

Five hundred gold coins, she repeated in her head. Five hundred gold coins.

"I said," Nasrin began, crawling onward again, "if you impregnate my sister, or otherwise hurt my sister, I'm going to truss you up with your own entrails. Are we clear?"

Ihsepar bristled at that statement, because he came to believe both could be true- after all, as she suggested, he did not pull out, for her sister felt heavenly, and he had no qualms about that until now. And now well...
he liked his insides where they were.
And his dick, and any other thing she had threatened to cut off.

"Well, you know what Hakeshna would say, you know- about mistakes and all..."
Okay.. maybe he should have kept his mouth shut. Oops.

Nasrin had gotten to the end of the tunnel, which was still dark but, like the other side, had room to stand up in. And as soon as she had space to move, she wheeled around on Ihlsepar and grabbed a fistful of his pretty curly hair.

She brought their faces close together, glaring murder at him in the dark. "I know what Hakeshna would say," she growled. "That children are a blessing, that there are no mistakes. I know damned well, even, that priestesses bearing children is seen as holy work. And I'm no idiot. I know the things that happen in the temple at night." Or day, as it was. Ugh. "But I will not stand to let her be used by some...some..."

She heaved a sigh and shoved his head away. "You think it's funny? Hurting all these women?"

Ihlsepar held up his hands, making a white flag gestured as he shrugged.
"Hey, woah, woah, woah, let's get this straight. Every woman I slept with was a willing participant. And my reputation needs no explanation. Those women who came to me, and came to me again, knew what they were getting into- your sister included. It's not my fault they're as sex crazed as me." And at that idea, his smile grew. "Or..." he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Heh, I'd like to think it is." And the erection he was getting prodded at the rug he was using to scarcely hide his nude form.

"Besides," he went on with a shrug. "What does it matter? We only live once. Might as well live a little while we're still breathing."

Nasrin made a face, a cringing shudder going through her at the mention of her sister. "I really don't want to know what you two did or do," she said, holding up a hand. "Anyway, I don't care. You get the gist of what I'm saying. No. Accidents. No mistakes. I don't care what Hakeshna says. This is what I'm saying and--"

She glanced down at the rug, then back at Ihlsepar, and her eyebrows rose. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Well, we're not fucking.. at least not yet," he told her playfully. "But you can't blame a man when he's crawling around beneath a temple floor, staring at a woman's fine ass..."

"At least not never," Nasrin said with murder in her eyes. She jabbed a finger ahead of them. "Now keep your damned eyes off my ass and climb that ladder. Where do you live, anyway? Because I'm assuming that's where we need to go to get my money, correct?"

As Ihlsepar approached the ladder, he gave Nasrin the most suave of grins.
"Of course. I keep a stash of gold in my room. Not sure if it would be the amount you seek, but... it's a start. And if you'd like.. other forms of payment... well.." And this time he obviously checked out her front. For a rough and tumble girl missing an eye, she was pretty damn hot.

Nasrin stared blankly back at him, mouth a thin line. Was he seriously propositioning her? After all her threats? And checking her out without even trying to hide it? Her good eye rolled in her head.

"I'm starting to feel like you want your dick chopped off," she remarked, and motioned for him to climb. "I'll just be taking the gold, thanks. And you had better not be lying about it. Gold, huh? How did you come by gold, and so much of it?"

"My father makes good money on trade," he stated simply, not batting an eye at her response, and if anything, smiling more broadly. "So when my father does well, I do well, as he simply passes on the extra money to me. I don't even have to lift a finger." And with a smug grin, he handed her his prayer rug. "Hold this for me. Thanks." And before she could protest, nakedly he began to climb.

It had been a bad decision, letting him go first.

Because now Nasrin found herself with a handful of prayer rug and eyeful of bare ass.

With a loud groan, she smacked a hand over her eyes and turned her head. Sure, she'd seen him naked plenty already, but it was quite another thing when his rear was level with her face. "So you're a freeloader, then? Don't have to lift a finger, don't have to get off your ass?" she said, and scoffed. "Figures. It certainly shows."

Ihlsepar took his time climbing as he replied, "Oh? You can tell all of that from where you're admiring my ass?"

Nasrin rolled her eyes. "Idiot. I'm calling you flabby!"

Ihlsepar flashed her back a grin.
"Why, of course I know I can be grabby, but if you want to... by all means..." And he tossed her a wink, even jutting his ass out a little more, just in case she was so inclined.

Nasrin groaned and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Just hurry up and climb, will you?"

Ihlsepar climbed to the top of the ladder wearing a grin, and once he reached the top, he turned back around to admire her and offered a hand down as any gentleman should.
"Need a hand? It is prudent that I at least show you some form of respect. You are a lady, after all." Even if she was of the criminal variety.

In response, Nasrin only threw the prayer rug up at him--more specifically, at his face.

"I'm not touching your hand," she growled as she began to climb up after him. "I know where it's been."

"Well, I normally use my other hand," he told her with a quirky little smirk, but took the rug from his face and gave her an even broader grin. He moved aside so she could pull herself up beside him as he looked around. "Looks like the coast is all clear." But the he paused to observe Nasrin a moment and gave her an admiring smile. "Seems as if you do this all the time. I guess you check on your sister often?"

Hauling herself up the rest of the way, Nasrin turned to replace the stone covering it. The tunnel had spit them out into a run-down alley near the temple, and usually there was no one loitering around there, except for a miscreant or two. Brushing off her hands (and brushing off his comment), she turned to regard him at his question.

"Hm? Oh." She ran a hand through her thick bangs. "Well, yeah. Wouldn't you?" And then she grimaced, realizing how he could twist that. "That is to say, wouldn't you check up on your family? I practically raised her so...I worry about her." Nasrin shrugged. "Is that so surprising?"

"I guess I would," he gave a nonchalant shrug. "But my sister isn't alive anymore for me to worry about becoming an over protective older brother. So it's just me."
And his father was an ass he cared little for in the end. In all reality, he was just there dishing out the coins, his source of income, not a real family, as she would put it.

"You, and the father you're leeching off of, you mean?" Nasrin said, but her words came out less venomous than before, her expression softening.

She couldn't imagine losing her sister. Any of them, or her brother. But especially Sahar. The thought made her heart clench.

She shook her head. "You had a sister, in any case. I'm sure, then, that you can understand why I'm so protective."

"Yeah, just me and my father. I don't have a mother either. She died soon after my sister."
They said the grief had killed her, but she didn't have to know that.
"But I'm not judging you for being over protective. Your sister was a good lay." Probably would be good for several lays. "And you want to kill me for it. Makes sense. I mean based on my reputation," and he flashed her a grin. "But just know, she was well cared for and enjoyed every second of it we had sex on the alter." And he had the finger nail marks to prove it!

Now Nasrin's expression turned venomous as she leveled a slit-eyed glare at Ihlsepar. "I thought I made it very clear that I don't want to know what--" She cut off as what he said fully registered. "Hold on. The altar? You did it on the altar?"

That was a level of sacrilegious that not even she would stoop to! And this was her sister! Her sweet priestess of a sister! Fucking strange men on altar?!

No way.

"Now you're just fucking with me," she said with a scowl.

Ihlsepar gave a casual shrug.
"You said you didn't want to know. So these lips will be sealed."
He gave her a smirk before gesturing, "Come on. My home is on the West End. We have a lot of walking to do before we get there. Hope you don't mind."

Nasrin clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then repeated it, eyes shut.

Money, money, money, he has money, you can beat him after he's paid you!

When she opened her eyes again and smiled, her expression was far more serene--but with a dangerous edge just beneath the surface. Yeah. Alright. She could do this. Just a little longer.

"I don't mind," she said as she followed along beside him. "Just be quick with it. Pick up your feet. A long walk goes faster if you actually walk briskly!"

"Walk faster?" Ihlsepar smirked. He knew that looked- and reveled in it. Where was the fun in life without a bit of danger. "In this heat?" He gave her a suave, knowing look of skeptism, and kept his smirk tugging playfully at his lips.
"I think it would only be wise if we take our time, visit the well... after all, it's not like we're being chased by sandworms or anything." And he continued on his way, taking his sweet old time as he walked down the road. He even was so gentlemanly enough to offer out his arm.
"Shall we?"
ANd he flashed her a toothy grin, showing off his pearly whites and those sexy looking dimples that cut into his cheeks.

...This was going to be a long day.

Nasrin started to scowl at him, and lifted her hand to shove his arm away--but then she reconsidered.

Wait. Maybe this didn't have to be such a terrible thing. Maybe there was an opportunity here and Nasrin, ever the shrewd thief, thought she could see one of them. If this was going to take a while anyway, may as well make the best of it!

Wasn't the saying that you could catch more flies with honey? And this guy right here? He was loaded.

With money, not flies. Flies would be disturbing.

Nasrin's scowl softened into a smile then and she placed her hand on his arm. "Hmm, come to think of it, you're right," she said. "It is hot as Hakeshna's balls, and shit, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't parched. So, what's the plan, then? Gonna treat me to a drink or two?"

Ihlsepar's eyes lit up at her suggestion.
"Only if the lady so desires," he told her, nearly purring the words.

Nasrin beamed back at him, flashing white teeth. "Oh, I do insist."

For maybe she'd be proven horribly wrong, but she assumed rich, arrogant brats like this were pushovers in other matters. Like holding their liquor.

And Nasrin? She could drink like a fish.

"Lead the way, hot stuff."

Ihlsepar spared no expense, leading the woman to one of the classiest taverns on this side of the Niafi. Inside the decorations were gilded, and the drinks, twice as expensive as anywhere else, and they were seated promptly by two nearly naked women, and when asked for a drink, Ihlsepar took a seat and gestured, "Two serpent's wings. And hurry," he told the woman, eyeing her form hungrily. "My lady and I are thirsty."

The women bowed before them and took off, the second returning before the other with a gold goblet full of grapes, in which she sat upon a plush pile of pillows at their side and held up the fruit in offering.
The pair had been seated on pillows before a low, five inch tall table, which Ihlsepar reached across to pluck a few grapes for himself.

"Thanks, Hareena," he told her with a growing smirk, and tossed the freshly plucked grapes into his mouth.  "Enjoy. Not many thieves or rogues can enjoy the finer points of 'Hakeshna's Wings'." For that was what the place was called- and aptly so, for it was a place more lavish than some of the temples found in Essyrn itself!

My lady. Nasrin made an effort not to gag. Sahar might be all over this sort of thing, being treated like a princess and everything, but Nasrin found it obnoxious. Still, if there was free shit involved,  and an eventual rich payment? She could certainly suck it up for now!

Especially since this place was nicer than anywhere she'd been. She couldn't say she minded their servers, either. They were lookers.

Stretching out on the pillows, Nasrin grabbed a few grapes for herself and popped them in her mouth, and it was obvious she didn't deal much with classy places like this, because she chewed with her mouth open and spoke around her grapes. "Then I guess we should be grateful that we ain't thieves," she said with a grin as she plucked some more grapes for herself, hoping he would get the hint.

Because damn idiot, didn't he know not to talk openly about the whole thief thing?!

Though, speaking of thieving...she couldn't help but notice how very gilded everything was.

And that the goblet that woman held was golden.

She eyed it with her remaining eye and decided, right then, that she wasn't leaving this place without it.

Ihlsepar gave a coy grin, just peeling back enough lip to show his teeth.
"See something you like?" he interjected, seeing the way she looked at the place with hunger.

"Several things," Nasrin said, flashing Ihlsep an equally coy smile. "Like the drinks coming our way now!"

It was perfect timing, really, but one of the half-naked ladies returned at that moment, bearing a gilded tray with their drinks atop it. She knelt, head bowed, and offered them their beverages, and Nasrin snatched hers up with a grin.

"Bottoms up, eh?" she said, and took a large swig.

He'd like to see her bottom up, but kept his comment to himself as he matched her swig with one of his own.
"So how do you like the drink?" He presumed a woman like her probably never had such quality a drink before, and he smiled and reclined back, taking another drink while waiting for her to answr.

"It's delicious," Nasrin said, and the liquid in her cup. "And almost gone. I think I'm about ready for a refill!" That drink couldn't be cheap, and she was more than happy to rack up this man's tab. Served him bloody right.

Tipping her head back, she finished off the drink with a large gulp, sighed happily, and clunked the cup down. "Hope it's not a problem that I'm a bit of a heavyweight," she said with a wink.

Ihlsepar's eyes sparkled at her comment.
"Of course not. Drink as much as you'd like."

Nasrin's grin matched his. "You're the boss," she said, and told one of the women to fetch her another drink.

She was soon nursing her second cup of...whatever this amazingness was, and it was in that moment that she noticed something about Ihlsepar.

She nodded at his drink. "Not thirsty?"

He gave her a smirk.
"It's not that. I did invite you for a drink, after all," he began with a chuckle. "Its just fun watching you." And he picked up his cup and held it out for her. "To a new friendship." And at her look, he then added, "Or perhaps, just to an evening of drink?"

"To something, that's for sure," Nasrin agreed with a roll of her eyes before she clinked her glass to his and took a long swallow.

She set it back down when she'd nearly drained it and steepled her fingers together, chin resting atop her fingertips. "So, you like watching me, eh? What are you, some kind of voyeur?"

Ihlsepar leaned back in his chair and savored his drink. He was raising it again to his lips when he told her, "You could say something like that." And took another long sip. "But I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a fan of the female form- and it's refreshing to have your sort of flavor at my table, sharing in my drink."

Nasrin arched an eyebrow. "And what flavor is that?"

Ihlsepar's smirk widened.
"I'll let you know after I've had a taste." ANd he oh so suavely took another sip of his drink.

Nasrin had been drinking down the rest of her drink when Ihlsepar made that claim. She choked, then pinched her nose in pain and slapped at the table with her other hand.

"Oh! Ah! God! It's in my nose!"

Ihlsepar's expression brightened, and he found himself laughing at her reaction.
"That's because you're not supposed to drink it through your nose," he jested, and turned around to a nearby waitress and ordered them a few more drinks.
"Bring two this time, just incase my friend here tries to inhale her alcohol again."

When Nasrin's nose had stopped burning, and alcohol had stopped running out it (which she dabbed away on a cloth), she shot Ihlsepar a sour look. "I wouldn't have inhaled it if you hadn't made such a ridiculous statement."

He gave her a leer as he leaned forward a bit and oh so suavely said, "And what's so ridiculous about it?"

"That you think you've got a chance," Nasrin said with a cool smile as she drank a sip from the fresh alcohol the serving girl brought.

Hm. Strong alcohol, too, she had to admit. She was starting to feel a pleasant buzz coming on.

Ihlsepar's eyes twinkled with life at her comment.
"Our journey is still young. I'm sure you'll warm up to my charms eventually. Besides, I know what women think about me. I'm not a hideous man, but some seem to think I'm more in line with the Gods." And at such a claim on his own looks, he smirked almost meanly at Nasrin.
"Wouldn't someone in your position find it convenient to be associated with a man like me anyway?"

Nasrin's eyes narrowed as she looked at him from over the rim of her cup. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You obviously like money, and I've got tons to spare. But I assume, by your position, you also like things a bit fun... and dangerous." And at this, he finished his drink and then chuckled and set it down. "I like things that way, too."

Nasrin took another sip of her drink, eying him coolly. "So what, exactly, are you proposing?"

"An alliance?" He grinned. "Or a few night stands. Either way, I think the pair of us could have some fun. Essryn is usually boring, and I won't lie.." and here he leaned forward, chin resting over his clasped hands, "you intrigue me."

Nasrin took another long sip before she said, "You stuck your dick in my sister. Why the fuck would I want it in me now?"

Setting her cup down, she leaned her elbows on the table. "An alliance, though. Now you've got my attention. Keep talking, buddy. What kind of 'fun' were you thinking?"

"Well, you know- the usual things... I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Though I won't lie," And his grin cut wider across his face. "It might require a taste of my dick."

Nasrin's expression turned flat. "You don't want my teeth anywhere near your dick."

And his expression grew more playful.
"Never said it had to be anywhere near your mouth." And he gave her a flirtatious wink and shouted out for more to drink, because well, just seconds after he ordered another, his was all gone.

"Yeah, well, either way I don't do secondhand incest," Nasrin replied with a roll of her eyes.

Ihlsepar's smirk pulled leftward.
"Whoever said it'd be second hand? And you're looking at a rich boy, it's not like I don't bathe away whatever soil I steal during a fuck."

Nasrin's eyes narrowed to slits, her false eye a bright strip of gold. "I don't know what kind of person you think I am, friend, but even if I was remotely interested in fucking you, I wouldn't do that to my sister. Regardless of what I think about you and her."

"So you're saying there's a chance?" And his smile grew. It was fun making her angry. He could get used to this. It was dangerous and well... he was kind of drawn naturally to danger. After all, he had just fucked a priestess on a holy alter. Why not going chasing after a woman who hated his guts? If they ever did end up fucking...
It would be the best sex in his life. Angry women really knew how to ride.

Nasrin sank her face into her hands. "How was anything I just said even remotely implying that?"

At this, Ihlsepar laughed. And it was a genuine laugh, a sort of laugh he hadn't felt in his belly for ages. But he'd leave it at that, for it was amusing to watch her squirm.

Nasrin's head snapped back up and she glowered at him. "What? What's so funny? Stop that!"

He flashed those pearly white teeth at her, a most charming grin that cut handsome dimples into the rugged scruff of his cheeks. Blue eyes were dancing, full of mirth. He simply shrugged.
"You amuse me. I think I might enjoy this new friendship more than I imagined."

Then it was Nasrin's turn to laugh. "That's a bit of a premature statement, isn't it? But then again, I'm sure many things with you are premature."

She reached up then, squeezed around her golden eye, and with a little more pressure, popped it out. She rolled it between her fingers and squinted her other eye at it, then scratched off a bit of sand that had gotten into it.

Not expecting Nasrin's actions, and thusly not expecting his reply- he found himself suddenly doubling over and vomiting onto the floor. And after pausing a moment, still hunched over, he lifted his head, wiped any vomit from his lips and smirked over at her.

"Well that was sexy." He grimaced a little to see her still without her eye- and the false one rolling between her fingers. "Do you always do that to men you're trying to impress?"

Horrified, some of the slaves rushed over to clean up the mess, while Nasrin collapsed onto the table in a fit of wheezing laughter, face buried in one arm while slapping the table with the hand that wasn't currently holding her false eye. She felt a little bad for the slaves, having to clean up a mess she'd sort of caused, but...

But gods be damned was it WORTH it.

"Gets them every time!" she cackled, and finally sat up when she had a hold of herself again. She wiped tears from her good eye, still snickering, and grinned a smug, smug grin. She bounced the golden orb in her palm. "It's a great party trick, wouldn't you agree?"

Ihlsepar felt his stomach churn like an ocean wave, but he still was able to smile at her.
"I couldn't deny it," he told her playfully. "Though I think it only aids in your charm." And he stared at her vacant eye, even with his uncooperative stomach and asked, "How did you lose it? And get that golden eye? Gold's rather expensive."

Unless it was a fake... but even then...

"Rob a nobleman of HIS false eye?" he suggested, his smirk growing.

Nasrin's grin grew. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she said, and winked her empty eye. Then she glanced down at the golden eye she held, turning it over in her fingers. It was a pretty object, engraved with a sun symbol where the iris and pupil should be, and she loved how it shone in the light.

She liked to think it made her look pretty fierce!

"But no, I didn't steal anyone's eye. I had it made specially for me. Now, as for how I lost the real thing...mmm...three guesses."

Ihlsepar just stared at her when she allowed him to guess, and answered simply, "A man's hard penis."
Yes.. he said that with a straight face.

Nasrin gave him her most deadpan, one-eyed stare. "Yes."

"I knew it- I just knew it. Just by that look in your eye socket I could tell- there was a penis there and a penis had done it's damage to you. Now, I'm not sure how it happened- but if I had to guess.." he went on, leaning back into his chair and rubbing thoughtfully at his chin. "I'd say it was oral sex gone horribly wrong- perhaps during some sort of orgy with you and your band of thieves."

Nasrin snapped her fingers and shook her head. "Damn. You got me all figured out! Yes, it was a tragic oral sex accident. An orgy gone wild, if you will. All women, too! You know my group is all women, right? Ahhh, probably not, but I imagine that'd be of interest to you. So, it was a tragic oral sex orgy accident involving all women--and one obligatory man! And that's where it all went wrong."

She took another swig of her drink and leaned forward. "Now, the question is, did he jab me in the eye and that's how it happened, or did he squirt me in the eye so hard it blasted by eyeball right out?"

Ihlsepar's smile grew as he replied so casually, "Both, of course. I can see the semen and erection thrust marks clear as day. If only that golden eye didnt hide so many secrets.." he went on with a sigh and leaned forward, his blue eyes dancing as he admired her.
"Another round of drinks?" He offered, enjoying the glow of her cheeks.

"Another round of drinks," Nasrin agreed with a laugh, and eyed Ihlsepar with her good eye. Reaching up, she spread her eyelids open and popped her golden eye back in, then adjusted it so the sun was facing out.

"I'm a little worried, though. You seem awfully excited about this subject. I know there's such a thing as 'skull fucking', so to speak, but just so you know, it's not literal."

At such a comment he found himself laughing. To him it sounded strange, for he rarely was so sincere when he did laugh. It was kind of nice.
"I like to say and do things to get a reaction. And yours definitely have amused me." And with a shout out, he ordered another round or booze.

"Hah! I can't say your reactions haven't amused me. You know. the whole bit where you puked? You set the bar rather high with that one!"

And then Nasrin tilted her head, and the world swam a little with it. Huh. Guess those drinks of his were a bit stronger than she thought. Though she had had a lot of them, and it had been a while since she'd gotten good and drunk.

"You had a nice recovery, though. You're the first guy that's stuck around after I did the ol' pop out the eye trick."

"Oh? Are other men so ignorant not to see another hole to fuck?" He asked with a smirk. "But the puking helped empty my belly, so we can enjoy even more drinks together. Consider it memories in the making."

"To be fair, they'd have to have an awfully tiny cock," Nasrin said, right as a slave brought their drinks. The girl visibly faltered, as though realizing she'd walked in at a very awkward moment, and quickly deposited their drinks before bowing and scurrying off to the other waiting patrons.

Watching the slave leave like her ass had been bitten, Nasrin let out a laugh and chugged down more drink. "Ah. Well. Speaking of enjoying drinks, I'm pretty sure I'm drunk right now."

"Good! Then I'll order us another round!" He beamed and gestured towards the poor slave that had just left to return. But she appeared like a deer in headlights, and didn't budge from where she stood.

Nasrin laughed at that, shaking her head. "I think we scared the poor thing with all that talk of eye-hole fucking!" she said, just a biiit too loud in her drunkeness.

The entire establishment fell silent.

And Ilhsepar paused in the silence only.briefly before adding, "But we all know there are much better holes to fuck."

"Tch, yeah," Nasrin said, as the din gradually began to return and fill in the silence. "Holes that won't get one of the participants killed."

"Killed? Don't you think that's a bit over dramatic?"

"I'm pretty sure if you stuck a dick in there you'd get to the brain eventually," Nasrin said, leaning her cheek on her hand. "So for the record, that's off limits 'cause I like my brain."

"Does that mean I can fuck what's between your legs?" He asked playfully. "Personally, I'm a fan of that one."

Nasrin burst out laughing at that.  "How drunk do you think I am?" she slurred.

"What? Are you saying I need to buy you a few more beers?" he suggested, appearing almost serious- except for that playful sparkle in those striking blue eyes of his.

"Haaaah. You think you can make me drunk enough to fuck you?" Nasrin snorted, but even as she said it, she had to admit that through her drunken filter, he did look rather attractive...

Actually, he always had looked really attractive, but her rage filter had canceled that out.

Actually, she was STILL pissed at him, and his playful smugness made her want to punch him, but the drunk filter and rage filter were becoming one filter, and booze did have a tendency to go straight to her loins.

Ihlsepar gave a shrug. He was becoming drunker by the minute too, but he still seemed to keep his cool.
"Can't hurt to try. Besides, fucking's as natural as breathing. Or eating. Or drinking." He laughed at that. "If you want it... just take it!" And suddenly he found his own drink empty, and smirked as he suddenly snatched her drink from her hand so he could have another swig. "Just like that." He said, his lips curling back to reveal the toothiest of grins.

"Hey!" In a flash, Nasrin lunged across the table for him, grabbing for her drink. "I wasn't done with that!"

Ihlsepar yanked it away as he leaned back towards her, their faces merely inches apart.
And he gave her a most serious expression and told her- "You can have it back, but first.."
He pointed to his lips and smirked. "You gotta pay for it with a kiss."

Nasrin glared daggers at him, lips pulled back in a snarl, and for a second she looked like she was about ready to bash his face in as she raised a fist.

But then she grabbed him by the front of the shirt and kissed him fiercely, biting down on his bottom lip quite a bit harder than was necessary, as though wanting to draw blood from him.

Well, that wasn't what he expected, and as she kissed him, bit him even, he found himself moaning as he dropped the drink and cupped her face, growling as if goading her on.

Nasrin bit him even harder in response, drawing a bead of blood before she sucked his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him full on the lips, devouring him roughly--and rather messily, in her drunken state.

Then, abruptly, she pulled away from him, licked blood from her lips, and snatched up her drink.

"Fuck you," she growled as she took a large gulp.

Ihlsepar's grin couldn't have been bigger.
"Just say where and when," he agreed to her comment, seeming not to care that his lip was gently bleeding. "I'd be up for under the table, against the back wall, against the building, the rooftop- you name it, I'll do it."

Nasrin glowered at him, wanting to be annoyed with him, but through the haze of booze she could only laugh. "You are so fucking shamelessly pathetic it's hilarious," she said, and threw back the rest of her drink. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Well," he said with an oh so charming of grins. "I'm not fucking anybody right now...."

"Haaah, is that a surprise?" Nasrin slammed her mug on the table a bit harder than intended, because, in her state, she started to forget things like her own strength. She chipped off a piece along the bottom in the process. "Sitting around and talking doesn't get you ass."

"That's okay. I was aiming for pussy," he told her with a playful wink.
"Did you have enough to drink yet or would you like some more?" Because at this point he could go either way. Try to sweet talk her on the streets and fuck her against a building or...
Well, they could keep up these 'flirtatious' shenanigans here! One could never get too drunk, after all!

"Mrowr," Nasrin said with a grin, and made a clawing motion at him before she dissolved into laughter. Waving her hand at his question, she shook her head. "Nah, I think I'm good! Anymore and I might explode. And I've lost enough body parts."

Ihlsepar's grin never left his lips.
"You know, we both could explode..." he suggested. "It's not as bad as it seems."

Oooh, wow. That last drink was really starting to hit, and really starting to kick her ass. She leaned her arms on the table, practically sprawling onto the surface. Maybe she was out of practice here. Then again...fuck. How much had she actually drank? She kind of lost count between the whole angrily tossing back drinks thing.

"Oh yeah?"

He saw the way she wobbled and his eyes sparkled in silent laughter.
"Yeah. But perhaps it's time we head out?" he said, and rose from his chair, offering her an arm and seeming not to be drunk at all.

"Yeah, you still gotta take me to your place. You owe me that money!" Nasrin said, rising to her feet--and then the world tilted and spun as soon as she did, and with a laugh, she fell into him.

And he so graciously caught her- only to lose his own balance as they both fell onto the table. And god did that hurt! It hit him right int he ribs, a nice hard SMACK, and Ihlsepar doubled over, wheezing as he tried to grit through the pain.

"Y-yeah... home's looking like a better option by the second," he grimaced through a few painful laughs.

Nasrin was cracking up as she lay sprawled on the table, because unlike Ihlsep, she'd come out unscathed. After all, he'd managed to cushion her fall!

Rising back up unsteadily, she gave his ass a smack. "C'mon, stop horsing around!"

He pushed himself off the table and stumbled to his feet, and once the pain subsided, he spoke out in a slightly shrieky tone, "Did you just hit my ass?" He grinned and moved over towards her, taking the liberty to take a nice squeeze of hers as he passed.
"Speaking of ass, yours is really... really nice.. " he said, taking a step back to reach out and grab for it again.

"Damn right it is!" Nasrin said with a wide grin as he grabbed her ass again, which sent a pleasant thrill through her. "You're not an awesome thief like me and don't have a good ass. Now hurry up! We gonna do this or what?"

And now both hands were on her ass an dhe as positively drooling.
"I'll do you right now," he growled hotly into her ear, kissing at her neck.

And Nasrin turned them around and backed him against the table, her hips pressed flush against his. She tangled a hand in his hair and jerked his head down, then pressed her lips to his ear and gave it a sharp nip before she whispered in sultry tones, "Gimme my damned money."

Ihlsepar gave an excited growl at her reaction. But his only response was, "How about your money and a fuck?"

"How about," Nasrin said with a growl, as she slipped her hand between his legs to roughly cop a feel, "you do a little less talking and a lot more walking?"

And it was at that moment that a couple of the slaves came over, one of them loudly clearly his throat. "Ah, excuse me? We'd like to ask that you take your...activities...elsewhere. You're disturbing the other customers."

Before Ihlsepar could respond they were asked to leave. He coukdnt help himself as he flashed Nasrin a grin.
"Looks like you'll get your wish." And as he moved to stand he flipped two gold coins at the women and winked.
"That's for all the hard work you do." And to Nasrin, he gestured towards the door.
"Shall we?"

"Yeah, let's get," Nasrin grumbled, grabbing Ihlsepar roughly by the arm as she headed for the door.

At least, that was what she was trying to do. Instead, she wound up listing sideways and ramming her shoulder into the wall."Aw, fuck! How'd that get there?"

Ihlsepar's laughter was confined to the glitter in his eyes. And he flashed her a grin as he walked past her and offered his arm.
"Need some help there, love?"

"I can walk myself!" Nasrin said, but when she pushed off from the wall, she bumped into him instead, and burst into laughter.

"Usually! Dammit." And with a begrudging look his way, she grabbed onto his arm.

Ihlsepar was all smiles- charming and probably wicked smiles, but smiles none the less! Once she took a hold of his arm again, he leaned in towards her.
"It's not a sin to have someone help you. And I already owe you quite a lot for... what had happened. The drinks were only the beginning, after all."

Nasrin leaned fully against Ihlsepar then and started, once more, for the door. Maybe they'd make it there, eventually!

"Tch. As though I care about sinning!" she said with a scoff. "Bandit leader, remember? Who yup, you're very much in debt to."

Grinning, he followed after her and opened the door.
"After you, my lady," he told her, oh so charmingly- as only a merchant prince could.

Commanding her head to stop spinning, Nasrin straightened her shoulders and strode on forward, and even made it through the doorway without bruising her shoulders!

"We going to your goddamned manor place yet?" she asked, swaying a little.

"But of course, but we've still got a long walk. Sure you're up for it?"

"I was born up for it," Nasrin answered with a roll of her eyes that sent the world spinning again. They had to get to his fancy rich home and...well, she forgot exactly what he was paying her for in her current state, but she knew rich boy there was paying her a lot for whatever it was!

"Now stop asking questions and get moving!"

Whatever conversations they held were probably forgotten by the time they reached Ihlsepar's home. It was night by that time, the air getting cold and the streets, mostly vacant. The only sign there was activity, or anyone home in the massive, sand stone building that stretched before them in a tiered like fashion, were the torches lit outside (and a few still being lit as they approached), and the single candle light in one of the east wing rooms.


At the sight of the candle, Ihlsepar stopped at just the foot of the great stone staircase that would lead them to his home.

"Holy fuck," Nasrin breathed as they approached his home. She stared with wide eyes as they stopped at the steps, gawking openly.

"You live here?"

"Yeah..." But as he confirmed it, he promptly turned away. "But we should enter through the back. Come, " and he gestured to her to.follow. "This way."

"What?" Nasrin said with a laugh, as she turned to follow him. "Ashamed to be seen with me, is that it?"

"Well, if you want to get arrested.."A nd he moved to turn back towards the front.

"Arrested? I thought this was your place?" Nasrin said, blinking.

"Yeah, my place," he said casually, but then added, "But not yours."

"...But I'm a guest in your home if you want me to be," Nasrin said, still not following. Maybe that was because she was still drunk--she was talking much louder than she should be! "Why would I be arrested unless you wanted me arrested?!"

It was here Ihlsepar stopped, turned around and placed his hands on her shoulders. But before he could say anything, he sealed his lips against hers and pressed her up against the wall, all but ripping her clothing off when a man with a torch approached them.

The flame's light rolled over them.
"Hey, you there!" And then when the guard realized who it was, Ihlsepar flashed him a grin. "Lord Asawa'eht! Forgive me, I.. I did not know you were home..."

"Just arrived.." he said, putting his arm in such a way to hide Nasrin's face. "Now if you'll excuse us... can't you see I'm a bit.. busy?"

The guard's face turned red as he nodded.
"Y-yes. I'll.. I'll go let your father know that you've arrived."

And at that, Ihlsep visibly grimaced.
"There's no need for that. I'll tell him myself. Just go back to your post."

And the guard nodded and left with haste.
And young Lord Asawa'eht turned back towards Nasrin.
"So... where were we?" he said, and grinned as he leaned forward over her again. "Oh yes..." And he used a hand to smooth her hair away from her face. "I believe it was something... like..." And he was so close he could have kissed her, "This." And so he did-


Well, he tried, if she'd feel so inclined.

Nasrin let out a startled "MMPH!" sound when, suddenly, Ihlsepar was mauling her, his mouth against hers, her back against the wall, and it was so abrupt and aggressive that she didn't actually care who he was right then. The booze might have had something to do with that, too, but damn. A thrill went through her, heat pooling between her legs, and she tangled her hand in his hair as she kissed him back, if a bit sloppily.

Of course, that was when the guard came by.

Which explained all that.

And also explained why he was so cautious about taking her inside. He lived with his father?

She snorted at that, and as soon as the guard left, she opened her mouth to comment on that, but then Ihlsepar was leaning in closer, and his hand was smoothing back her hair, and the thought escaped her completely.

Because then his lips were on hers again, and she met his kiss willingly, if roughly, her fingers curled tightly in his hair and her teeth nipping sharply at his lips. She reached with her other hand and gave his ass a hard squeeze, growling in enjoyment as she forced their hips together. Part of her knew this was wrong. She still hated him. And he'd fucked her sister. But what could she say? She was drunk, she was horny, and he was deliciously forceful--in public! He wasn't a bad kisser, either.

"I hate you," she mumbled against his lips, even as she started to grind against him.

Ihlsepar grinned through a rough kiss as his reply. His own hips responded in kind, his erection trying to fuck her, despite their clothes as he just let himself go into the moment. And he'd gladly go as far as she'd let him, for he was hardly opposed to fucking her right here.

"How much do you hate me?" He.murmured through fervent kisses.

"So goddamned much," Nasrin growled into his kiss, shivering as she felt his cock prodding at her, and she reached down between his legs to rub him through his clothes with one hand while with her other hand, she tugged her sash loose so her robe could fall open.

Because she really, really didn't care if they were outside where the guard could still see them! This was not the time for making good decisions she wouldn't later regret.

He wanted to take her, by the GODS they knew he did, but something sobered within him- recalling all the drinks, her vow of hatred towards him because of her sister-
and he couldn't have cursed himself more when he pulled away.

"As much as I want this.... All of this," he said, eyes roaming her form.
"You'd hate me twice as much in the morning."

And he had to wonder...
Why did he care?

Nasrin made a frustrated sound when he pulled away and glowered up at him. "Oh, what, and you care? You've been trying to bed me all night! Don't tell me you're stopping now!" she slurred, and then stopped, her face scrunching up.

"...Or are you having trouble keeping it up...?" And she made a grab for him, just to check.

And she'd find it was up alright. Up and quite ready.

Ihlsepar grit his teeth.
"Well, yeah, I want to fuck you...."
But what the hell was this guilty feeling all of a sudden? And he knew it wasn't any loyalty towards her sister....
In fact, he never felt or had loyalty towards anyone.

Nasrin scowled. "Then what's the goddamned holdup? Ugh, you know what, never mind," she said with a huff before she turned away from him and started pulling her robe back together.

She'd appreciate his gesture when she was sober.

God, he'd hate himself when he was sober. But for now, he simply shrugged it off and told her casually, "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you when we get back to my room."
And he easily slipped back on that smug grin and helped lead her through the back way. And quiet as he could, he dragged her along the west wall, past a few rooms with lit candles before he paused before an open window that lead into a dark room.

"Well, here we go. Home sweet home," he told her, and stepped inside with practiced steps before offering out a hand to help her.

"You better," Nasrin grumbled as she followed along with him, and she observed the place as they went, though chances were, she wouldn't remember many details later.

And soon Ihlsepar was climbing through a window, and she took his hand and hoisted herself through--

And then stared, squinting into the darkness and not daring to move while her eyes adjusted, in case she banged something over. Since, you know, they were apparently trying to be sneaky! "Got a light? I can't see shit," she said, and folded her arms, still grumpy and horny which made for a fun combination and made her even more surly. Stupid, stupid man.

"There a reason we gotta be so sneaky, anyway? What? You're not allowed to bring women over?"

"You could say that," Ihlsepar told her with a smile. "It's more like.. my father wouldn't approve of the type of woman you are."
He hoped he didn't have to paint a bigger picture than that.

"Want anymore drink? I can offer you better wine than that shit hole had to offer," he told her, keeping his cool grin.

"Ahhhhh," Nasrin said, and nudged Ihlsepar in the side. "What kind of woman I am. You mean a flaming hot bandit leader that's miles out of your league?"

Even though, you know, she'd been ready to fuck him moments ago. But she was drunk enough that that little event was just a blip in time, and she was already over it.

"Anyway, I could use some wine, sure!"

She so didn't need more alcohol. But she was far past the point of good judgment.

He strolled over toward a cabinet beside his bed, and returned with a bottle as he grinned and gestured towards a chaise, or the bed.
"Take a seat. We have been traveling for a good while." ANd after opening the bottle, he handed the whole thing over to her and took that moment to admire her form. She was right...
And he was inwardly cursing himself for saying no. What the hell was wrong with him?

Those curves, those breasts.. those lips, even her remaining eye and that hair had him all riled up and it was getting harder to hide the tent in his pants.

"So what sort of man is in your league?" he found himself asking as he watched her.

Nasrin took the bottle and flopped onto the bed. Not because she still had sex on the brain, but because it looked softer. She folded her legs and took a deep whiff of the alcohol, then a long swallow, before she snorted a laugh.

"Mmm. A very good question!" she said, and took another swallow.

"Been a while since I've had a man. My tastes lately have been running toward women." Which was not normally something she would admit so openly. She took another swallow. "I like men too, don't get me wrong. But my group is all women."

And she had no real preference in any direction.

Ihlsepar's grin was smug.
"Oh? So you simply have fun with your fellow ladies because they just happen to be nearby? Pity... you should let more men in on the fun. Think of the diversity in that sort of orgy."

Nasrin snorted. "Sex for me has always been about convenience," she said simply. "It's not like we have giant orgies, anyway, so don't get too excited. Not all of them are into women. Most of them aren't, actually."

She looked into the bottle, as though debating drinking more. Somewhere in the fog of her mind, she knew she'd had a lot and that she'd be hating herself here soon.

"Not many of them trust men, though. And I trust few people outside my group. Certainly too few to have sex with comfortably, without worrying about them pulling a knife in the middle of it."

At that, Ihlsepar smirked.
"Pulling a knife? That would be cruel to remove it wants it's already in and giving you a good, pleasurable stabbing.." he said oh so nonchalantly. Twisting those words to turn it int an innuendo was just something he couldn't not do. And he still smiled over it.

Nasrin stared at him, her drunk mind working to make sense of his joke--and when she got it, she let out a cackling laugh and thrust the bottle at his chest, having decided she was done with booze for now.

"Oh, gross!" she said, snickering. "Please don't tell me you're one of those people that calls a woman's sex her 'wound' or 'slit'. It always sounds so violent and gory." And she snickered again, shaking her head. "Which isn't untrue. We do bleed every moon."

He shrugged and accepted the bottle.
"Personally, I'm just that good to make anything lewd," he told her with a leer.

"Anything?" Nasrin repeated, with a challenging look in her eyes.

"Camels, Ihlsepar. Go."

And at that, the man simply smiled.
"Give me another. That one's too easy," he went on, staring smugly at her crotch.

Nasrin's palm met her face.

She had walked right into that one, hadn't she.

"Fine! Uh." She thought for a moment, looking around his room for inspiration. "Ceilings."

It was hard for Ihlsepar to hold back a grin at that one.
"I could reach that easily." And he waited for the next one, arms folded across his chest.

Nasrin let out another snort. Okay, so he hadn't been kidding!

"Your mom."

"Your mom? Yesterday's news."

Damn.

"Your...toes."

"Need I remind you of camel?"

"Ewww..." Nasrin said with a grimace. "I did not want that sort of association! Uh." She pointed to a table. "The table."

And at that, his blue eyes shimmered.
"That's one of my favorite spots to fuck. On it, beside it..." And then he lowered his voice and added with a leer, "Beneath it." And he felt the familiar tingle in his loins as he looked her over.

Damn. Why didn't he fuck her when he had the chance? Maybe he was sick...
But even sickness, he knew, wouldn't stop him from a good fuck. Then what the hell was wrong with him!?

But nothing about his stance or gaze gave away his internal dilemma, for he appeared cool and collected, and as suave as he had always practiced to be.

"Beneath it? Pffft. Sounds like a good way to bump your head," Nasrin said with a shake of her head that had the room spinning.

With a groan, she clutched at her head and flopped backwards onto her back, stretching out onto his bed. "I think I drank too much."

"Hardly. I think.." he went on, handing a glass of something else cool and refreshing that just had the hint of little, juice flavored bubbles dancing across it's surface. "You haven't had enough. But this drink, it gives you a nice kick but also.... well, it's a bit easier on your body when dealing with a hang over."

And he waited for her to take the glass as he studied her form laying across his bed.
Yeah, he was pretty hard now if he hadn't been before.

With a small groan, Nasrin sat up enough to take the drink. She sniffed at it, nose wrinkling as it fizzed against her nose, then shrugged and took a large gulp of it.

"Ooh...this is pretty good. This'll help my hangover?" she asked, looking up at him--

And then her eyes narrowed a bit as they moved pointedly lower.

"You gonna put that away or what?"

Ihlsepar simply nodded with that cool smile of his at her first question. And at the second, he looked down to where his member was, standing at attention and well.. tenting his pants.

"What do you mean? It is away," he said, taking one of those drinks for himself and pouring another glass and taking a seat beside her and handing her the rest of his glass. "Besides, the pants either come off or on..."
And though he leered her, her skin so subtle, so sweet... just within reach, but so far away...

He had a feeling she'd prefer the pants on, though he'd be easy to whip them off. After all, he was a bit more bubbly and light headed and hornier now that he drank some of that bubbly drink. He wasn't even entirely sure what was in that drink, but he knew it helped him wake up too many times to count with either a less severe hang over- or, surprisingly enough- none at all.

"Hmph," Nasrin said, and downed another gulp of the bubbly drink.

"Either way, it's pretty hard to have a normal conversation with a guy that's giving a southward salute." And then her eyes narrowed. "Make a pun and I cut you."

"Hey, I'm only the victim here. If I didn't have such a hot woman in my bed, I wouldn't be ready for a fuck."

"Boo hoo, poor baby," Nasrin said with a snort, and downed the rest of her drink.

He leered her, and simply replied, "My heart is wounded. Perhaps you could make it up to me...." and his eyes dragged down her body. "And I'm not too picky in the... position of the proposition."
If she caught his drift!

"Pah! You've only been scratched. I'm the real victim here," Nasrin said, and went to sip more of her drink, only to scowl at her cup when she realized she'd already drank it. "Because of you, I saw waaay more of my sister than I ever wanted! We're fucking close, but not that close! I would've been happy with a few secrets."

She tossed the cup aside onto the bed. "Ugh. I'd scratch out my own eyes if that'd fix it, but I don't have anymore eyes to lose and it's seared into my head."

Tilting his head to one side, he studied her.
"Oh? Is it that terrible an act to witness? It's just sex... very natural. I mean, we all crave it. Even you..." And he stared at the place between her legs. "And the human body is a work of art... I'm sure you've seen the famous statues in the temples. Rarely do the Gods need clothing, even the great Hakeshna. Surely, our Goddess would bless all unions. Two bodies united, a paradox of passion..."

Nasrin gave him a long, flat stare. "You be saying the same thing if you walked in on your parents fucking?"

"I wouldn't know. Never knew my mother. She's dead."

What a mood killer. Nasrin sobered--well, sobered as much as a drunk gal could.

"Oh. Uh...never mind, then."

Ihlsepar simply smirked.
"But I've walked in on him fucking plenty of women. Like an animal... really. I don't think my father understands style."

Facepalm! Nasrin sank her face into her hand and groaned at the visual. "Alright, alright, can we stop with this discussion about parents having sex? Like, really! Gross!"

Ihlsepar continued to lounge as he watched her through half lids.
"What? Is incest not a turn on?" He asked, the sly look on his face proving that he was joking... But enjoying her reaction a bit too much.

Nasrin tossed a pillow at his face in response.

And what he attempted to do as a suave retaliation to show off some skill, turned into a complete failure. He had whipped out the knife stashed near his bed on a gilded pedestal baring a vase. But whatever it was he had planned to do to the pillow, it simply got caught on the small blade like a skewer and ripped open into his face.

And as a sea of soft, floating feathers exploded into his face, he waved his hands through the feather rain and even found himself choking on a few of them.

"Okay, okay, you win," he said, trying to grin, which only earned him more feathers in his throat.

A few of those feathers drifted over to Nasrin, and she sneezed as a couple tickled her nose and face. But she hardly cared, because she'd burst into ugly laughter at the ridiculously sight, rolling over onto her side and clutching at her stomach as he inhaled feathers and made an utter fool of herself. It would have been funny sober, but it was hilarious drunk, and she wound up snorting as much as she laughed--

Which she hated, but which she was too wasted to care about at the moment!

"How--" she wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes. "--How did you visualize that going, exactly?"

Ihlsepar stared down at her, his smug smile more genuine than cool as the color of his iris's seemed to dance.
"Perhaps just like this," he told her, pulling out another feather from his mouth as he gave her a crooked grin and just admired the way she laughed, and even snorted, as she clutched her belly on his bed.

"Oh? With a mouthful of feathers, looking like a total idiot?" Nasrin wheezed as she finally began to wind down from her laughing fit. She wiped at her eyes and batted a floating feather away like a cat. "Ruined a perfectly good pillow."

He shrugged.
"I'm rich. I can get more."

"You know how many birds had to die for that pillow? Show some respect!" Nasrin said with a mock glare, and sat up so she could smack him in the side of the head with a different pillow.

And he raised up his arms as it smacked off of them.
"Yet you use them so recklessly!" he countered.

"Yes, but I didn't gut it," Nasrin said with a sniff. "Some of us can't buy pillows willy nilly. Some of us have to work hard for what we earn."

Which, of course, by that she meant steal what other people had earned. But stealing was hard work!

"Yes, too bad you can't just get money for free like me," he told her with a grin. "Maybe you ought to marry into money?"

At that, Nasrin threw her head back with another hearty laugh. "Are you volunteering?"

"I'm not looking to marry, but I have a feeling you wouldn't be a tameable wife. And I kinda like that. You're strong willed. A man would only get in your way." he told her cooly. "You're a woman whose fate is her own."

"Huh!" Nasrin said, beaming a wide grin his way and sitting up with fresh interest. She looked at him, appreciatively this time, a new sort of respect in her eyes--because he had hit the nail firmly on the head.

"You're damn right. I'm never getting married, and I'll never belong to anyone," she said, glancing down at her nails. "If anything, they'll belong to me."

They'll?" he returned her grin with one of his own. "So I suppose no one you've met fits the bill? Though I see you being like me. A good one night stand is enough to suffice. Though I'm not sure I even agree on wanting to own another. Seems too much like slavery. And I'm not a fan of giving myself up for that. Life is meant to be enjoyed, am I right? And I'm equally appalled at the idea of someone wanting to be owned by me. I'm pretty sure I'd be the worst husband."

Nasrin snickered. "Yeah, you would be," she said, and stretched out, pulling her feet up onto the bed. "And I'd be the worst wife. Can't be tamed, march to the beat of my own drum, have lovers on the side..."

She shrugged. "Men can have more wives, don't see why I couldn't have multiple lovers."

He laid beside her and turned to her.
"What's wrong with having lovers? Just means you have more choices who to involve in an orgy."

"This is true! But you owe things to lovers. Your time, your affection, your love. You don't owe a random fling anything except the usual things you owe anyone else--you know, respect, consent, those sorts of things. You both know that once you've both had your release, neither of you is obligated to stick around and make awkward pillow talk or..." Nasrin feigned a shudder. "Cuddle."

She shrugged. "A random fling can't hurt you."

"I don't know. I've had some pretty rough one night stands," he told her with a grin. "And let me tell you, those were fun. I was sore for weeks after the one, but if I could have a second chance at it? Yeah.. I definitely would have a second fling."

He thought over her first thought.

"I guess you could say affection might be in there for lovers. I suppose, to me, it's just more of a personal several night stands." He shrugged.
"So.. if flings aren't so painful.. how come you're so adverse to having a little fun with me."
He gave her a flirtatious grin.

"We do have this room all to ourselves..."

Nasrin sat up just so she could flash him a dry, one-eyed look, her fake eye glittering ominously in the light. "I told you. You already dipped your stick in my sister and I don't go where she's been. I may sleep around, but I have class." And then her eyes narrowed. "Are you just trying to score with the entire family tree here?"

He grinned.
"Not really. I just try to score with those I like."

Nasrin's eyebrows rose. "Then you like me?" she said, incredulous. "Why on earth do you like me?"

"What's not to like?" his eyes indulged. "Have you looked at yourself lately? I had to really bite my fist when you were drunk enough and wanted to jump me."

Nasrin snorted a laugh. "I know I'm smokin'! Don't you worry! What I mean is...I tried to kill you. You know I would have stuck you if Sahar hadn't stopped me."

He shrugged.
"And what if I think that is one of your attractive qualities? You don't... Gaggle around like most women. Your bold, unafraid... Shall I go on?"

"I never decline a little ego-stroking," Nasrin said as she rolled onto her belly, laced her fingers together, and propped her chin up onto her hands. "Go on."

And at the way she positioned herself, his eyes drank in her body.
"You know.... that invitation could be taken two ways. After all... I could go on to describe the curve of your hips, the way your hair frames down along your shoulders to accentuate that long neck I want to drink of..... and those lips?"
He moved so he was at eye level with her, looking into her eyes, both the jewel one and the one that's not, as a soft smile grew across his lips.

"If you let me taste them, I could tell you even more."

Hrm. A taste couldn't hurt, could it? Despite Nasrin's principles, they were still paper weak, and she was juuuuust tipsy enough to be fully aware of her own mind--while simultaneously wanting to damn the consequences. Booze always did make her a horny drunk, and though she was annoyed by him, and though she didn't want to step on Sahar's toes, well....

He also wouldn't be the first person Sahar had flirted with that Nasrin had claimed.

And back then as well as now, it had all been in the name of keeping bad eggs away from her. So she claimed.

Nasrin snorted. "Well, I ain't moving, so if you want some you gotta come get it."

His grin was smug, but he remained where he was, captivated by her, but quite obviously considering that invitation.

"I don't know..." he went on, still drinking in her form. "You didn't lace them with poison did you?" he asked, sliding in closer to her so he could feel the heat of her body, and soon her soft skin as he dared to smooth a hand down her arm. "Although..." his eyes hung low, glittering hungrily as he looked down at how ripe and luscious those lips of hers looked.
"They're that tantalizing that I don't care. Dieing from a kiss from you wouldn't be such a bad way to go..." he mused, his hand smoothing up her thigh now to where it rested on her hip, gripping it suddenly as he leaned in, his face real close to her's that he could smell her sweet scent and become dizzy and lost in her gaze.

It was then his hand met to her cheek, cupping it before he leaned in and kissed her softly, chaste and sweet. But the moment he did, he felt tingles alight across his body, as he whimpered a moan and leaned much deeper into the kiss as his hips sealed up against her, his hand moved to the small of her back, and she'd be able to feel just how much he desired her as his erection jutted out from the front of his pants.

Dammit. What kind of fucking fix had she gotten herself into?

That was Nasrin's thought as she looped her arms around Ihlsep's neck and pulled him in tighter and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, and as her tongue tasted him and teeth nibbled, she shamelessly hooked her ankles around the backs of his knees to keep him there. She drew him in closer, sighing through her nose as she felt his erection press against her groin, separated only by her sarong and his pants, and she couldn't help but wriggle against him to create some of that delicious friction.

This was so wrong, and she was sober enough to know it. She hated him! He was a filthy womanizer and he'd added her sister to the notches in his bedpost! She didn't want to become just another number! (Even though, you know, her own bedpost had pleeenty of notches and numbers.) She didn't want to be just some other conquest--not because there was anything wrong with it, necessarily, but because she knew this game and knew his type and he'd just fucked her sister and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting both sisters!

It might upset Sahar!

But then again...

Fuck it. Maybe it would teach the girl a lesson to be more discerning, so she could see just the sort of person this guy was.

Or fuck. Maybe she was just a terrible person who was very horny right now.

Whatever!

She raked her nails down his back and broke the kiss only so she could nip at his ear and huskily growl, "You gonna just tease me this time, too, or what?"

Ihlsep stared at her, eyes twinkling at her words. But he said nothing, simply dipped in closer as kisses grew more needed, his clothing- looser, and his hands then slipping under her sarong. Pants were gone in one solid motion, as if as natural as a shrug, and her own clothing was removed with equal and near secretive haste.

The chill of their skin exposed to the open air wouldn't last long as he grabbed onto her while he fell onto his back and let his hands feast on her flesh. She was so hot, and her skin- much softer than he'd thought it'd be as his hips rolled upward to grind their groins together.

Damn. She was so hot and already wet and ready to go. If he had had any doubts, they were easily shedding aside as his erection only grew harder, longer as it slipped across her opening and his mouth sought to feast of her pert breasts.

When his lips sealed around them, his tongue set to work, rolling around her nipples and sucking on them hard. Her warm flesh tasted divine, and he couldnt' decide if he liked one breast better than the other, as he continued to alternate between the pair when suddenly-
a needing upward thrust got him inside her, and the moan he elicited made the man shake.

"By the Gods," he moaned, eyes rolling back so he could see his brains, and soon he was bucking like a dog in heat, wrestling to turn Nasrin over on her back so eh could properly claim her, and meet his lips hungrily to her's as they fucked so hard, his balls were slapping loudly against her.

This was wrong, and yet...fuck it. She wasn't doing this because she liked him. She was doing it because it was convenient--and a good learning tool! She'd visit Sahar later, let her know just how easy Ihlsepar had been and how little she'd meant to him. Maybe then she'd be smarter in the future.

Yep. Solid plan. Totally the only reason she was doing this.

Those thoughts quickly melted away, though, as her clothes fell away and she felt his skin against hers, and she knew then as he suckled her breasts and slid his cock against her why he'd had so many successes. He was good--and perhaps, in a way, they were one in the same, though Nasrin would never admit it. She had more past lovers and one night stands than she could number, and she'd broken hearts before; she didn't do commitment. Maybe that was why Ihlsep bothered her, and yet why she was drawn to him--she saw herself mirrored there.

She moaned, grinding against him, her back arched, toes curled, and body on fire, and though she loved it all, she wanted more. And she had been about ready to just bloody take it, to just lift up and slam down onto him, but then--

"Ah!"

She cried out, a sharp, sudden yelp, when she felt him sink up into her. It took her breath away and she was still reeling from it when the world tilted as he rolled them over--and she let him. She grabbed at his shoulders and raked her nails down his back to his ass, digging in slightly as she held on, and she hooked her ankles behind his knees, feet pressed against the bed for purchase as she rocked up into his pounding thrusts. He was taking her so hard it was almost painful, enough there would likely be bruises later, but she didn't care as she threw her head back and cried out loudly, unable to help herself.

Ihlsep had been worried earlier about his father catching her here.

If there was any doubt that he had a woman in his room before, there was absolutely none now.

To hear her moan, he replied in kind, lips still feasting of her as he continued to buck. He left a trail of hot wet kisses along a panted path before his tongue met to her ear. She'd hear his moan, and feel it, as hot breath came through as he bit onto her earlobe and began to suck, though his pacing hardly stilled.

"Fuck, yes!" Nasrin cried, shuddering beneath his kisses even as her hips still rolled up to meet his every thrust. Fuck pride. Fuck it quite literally. Maybe she would regret this later, maybe it would come back and bite her, but for now she thought only of the pleasure, his moans in her ear, the bed creaking beneath them, her nails pressed into his skin as she held on to keep him right where she wanted him.

She bit his shoulder then sucked it, leaving behind a dark mark, and slid her hands down to grab his ass and encourage him to move, throwing her head back with her cries. "Don't you dare fucking stop!"

A breath trembled out through a partial laugh as he grunted and gave her two more needy thrusts.
"Stop? We only just begun."

He gripped onto her thigh, hefting her up roughly before hooking his arm around her leg to pull her in close.
"Gods you feel incredible," he panted, whimpering as he worked at her with a steady friction. "Like, warm, tight velvet around my cock." He squeezed his eyes close to fully immerse himself in the moment, before shifting his hand to hook around her ass, thumb prodding at her moistened sex while he continued to pound into her.

Soon his thumb sunk inside her, and he shoved it in all the way before slowing down his inward strikes and moving his body to roll more agile, like some sort of cat, or animal. His eyes were piercing in the darkness of his room, eyes only looking at her as he flattened his lips, which flattened his chin, as he set to work at a pace from here.

Then he rolled over, turning around so his ass was toward shis face and made entry into her again, fucking her backwards, but in doing so, grabbing up her legs to hug them snug beside his chest. He then in turn moved his free hand back down to squeeze lightly on her clit, rolling it and pinching it between his fingers before daring to dip his thumb back into her sex, an din doing so, stroke himself and her most fervently from the deed.

His body was clinging with sweat as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He held in a breath, cheeks swelling as he released a moan through closed lips, nostrils flaring. But he wanted to look at her- wanted to really see her scream.

So he moved again, crawling overtop of her and befre he could stop himself, his lips were claiming her's along with his body, and he was ruling her with every ounce of his being he could.

Scream she did, first against his lips, and then, needing air, Nasrin turned her head from his kisses and let out another keening moan. She was beside herself with pleasure, out of her mind with it, and he had had her in so many positions she felt almost delirious. Hakeshna, but it had been ages since she had been fucked like this. Usually, she was the dominant, rough one, and so many people seemed almost afraid to just lay into her. It was a welcome change of pace, finding someone who wasn't afraid to toss her around for once!

Even if that someone had fucked her sister.

But she just wasn't thinking about that right then.

She clawed at his back, leaving red welts behind, beads of sweat gathering on her dark skin and slicking her hair. He was atop her again, pounding her like an animal while she panted and cried out, bucking up into his thrusts as the pleasure and pressure built and intensified, curling between her legs and deep in her belly. She squirmed wildly, eyes clenched shut and body on fire--

And then suddenly she was screaming anew and digging her nails into his back, her body trembling and shuddering uncontrollably, her sex spasming tightly around him as though trying to milk the life from him.

"Ihlsep! Fuck! Oh, fuck, I'm--! Shit!" she cried, and bucked against him harder, wanting more.

Oh, shit.

Her frantic moans and screams; he knew she reached her top. And by the way he was riding it out of her, pounding into her incessantly, her throat would be raw for days by the ways he'd make her scream. But he was a selfish creature, and part of him wanted to share in that breath, her scream with his own as he smothered her mouth with his own and kissed her hard and deep. And before he knew it, he wasn't thinking to pull out, and his hot seed was soon flooding her in a sharp moment of pure pleasure and bliss.

His lips broke away as he tossed his head back, crying out as he came and couldn't stop, pulling out just in time to squirt his hotness all across the top of her sex and lower belly... But she had already taken a full fill of his seed. An dit hurt for him to even do it, to pause to remove. But his sex was unable to stop- an dhe shivered as he held his dick out over her, it still squirting her, reaching so far as to cover her breasts with a few large shots of his hot seed.

And finally, he was spent, collapsing over her with a pant as he rolled to lay beside her, raking a sweaty hand through his dark, disheveled hair with a happy moan.

Nasrin could only lay there, panting breathlessly and feeling dazed from booze and sex. As Ihlsepar flopped over next to her, remained where she was on her back, eyes closed and lips parted. He had covered her quite thoroughly, and as she lay there she lazily felt at her breasts, trailing a finger through the still-warm cum.

Damn. What a shot.

Better on her than in her, though, and Nasrin wasn't yet aware of his mistake. Everything was so wet between her legs, but that was normal for her, and she had no reason to think any of it was him. Even he wouldn't be so insane, even tipsy.

Finally cracking her one real eye open, she glanced sidelong at him.

"I still fucking hate you, by the way," she murmured drowsily.

He smiled at her and suddenly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"I love you too, sweetness," he teased, but kept her close as he sighed with the pleasurable after glow of sex.

He lightly kissed at her cheek.

"Damn though we have good sex." He smiled, snuggling in close to her so their cheeks met and she'd feel his scruff and smile.

"I might need to find a way to keep you around. "

...was he insane?

Suddenly the man was cuddling her, wrapped all around her, and Nasrin was too spent to fight him. Instead she just gave a half-hearted growl and jerked her head to try to escape his kiss—and failing.

She slumped, defeated, and scowled. "Ya wanna die? Because this is how you get dead. When I can move again," she sighed.

Keep her around, huh? She snorted. "I can be bought. If the price is right and you live through the aforementioned murder."

"Mmmm.. how much?" He asked, kissing her cheek and cuddling in again.  She'd still feel his smile- and possibly feel his heart racing as his chest was pressed clean against her back. 

Nasrin chuckled, and this time she didn't try to fight the kisses. She resigned herself to it, shaking her head.

"Ya couldn't afford it, pretty boy."

"Hmm.." she'd feel his reply.  His eyes were closed. And he still held her close. "I dunno. I'm pretty rich. Might be able to purchase two of you."

And it took every ounce of his being not to say her sister.

Nasrin's eyes narrowed at that. Two of her? Oh, he didn't.

"I'm not convinced you're rich enough. See, I'm thinking a palace. A palace filled with gold and a dragon guarding it from thieves. That within your budget, ya think?"

"Oh? Is that all?" He replied, lazily stroking her arm. "That's easy enough to obtain.  All you'd have to do.." he went on, a hand through her hair where he paused to twirl the tip between two fingers. "Is marry me."

He leaned in to kiss at her neck, moaning softly as he drank in her smells.

SWEET HAKESHNA!

It was such an unexpected, ballsy, INSANE statement that it took her completely off guard. There was a long pause, a moment of realization, and then Nasrin's wild, wheezing laughter split the silence, tears springing to her eyes. She laughed until her ribs ached and little "ow ow ow" sounds came out between her giggles, and then laughed even harder because WHAT THE HELL.

He sleepily peeked over at her, smiling before hugging her more tightly. He didn't snuggle often- but he found he really liked it with her. It was probably due to her natural aversion.

"Yeah.. all my wives get dungeons filled with gold and a dragon." He paused to yawn. "Oh, and a shared sex dungeon..but you probably expected that."

"Oh, of course! Naturally!" Nasrin snorted, finally winding down from her spell but only because her stomach hurt. "And do you marry many criminals? Especially those as likely to cut your throat as fuck you?"

"Oh no.. heavens no." And he playfully snuggled into her. "You're the only one." He Whispered into her ear. 

"Ughhh," Nasrin groaned, cringing away from his...his snuggling. But it was a half-hearted effort. She was sleepy from booze and sex, and the contact did feel good. Even coming from him. Whatever. He was a warm, attractive body. Warm, attractive bodies felt nice and she certainly didn't have to like someone to sleep with them.

He was her first hatefuck, though. Congrats!

"Charming. I ain't marrying ya, though. Nice try."

He chuckled against her ear, then kissed her neck before nuzzling against her shoulder. 

"It's okay. I love you too, Nasrin," he teased, stifling  yawn.

Nasrin rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up," she grumbled sleepily, but she leaned into his kiss, definitely NOT enjoying his lips on her neck—

Suddenly she squirmed a little, pulling away before she could get too comfortable with this. This snuggling. "I'm disgusting," she said, propping herself up on an elbow and shooting him an accusatory look. "You should make yourself useful and help me clean up."

"Why?" He asked, yawning lazily. "Give me a few more minutes and we'll just add more."

Nasrin continued to stare him down. "You can do that in a bath, you know," she said, and glanced down at her messy chest. "Your mess is getting all cold and nasty. I want to bathe."

Ihlsepar mulled it over.
"I suppose it would be helpful to start fresh for our next round," he drawled. 

But it was so much effort. 

He'd have to call his servants and stuff. 

Yes.. so much effort. He yawned again. 

Nasrin kicked him in the leg. "No sleeping. Bath. Now."

Eventually he obliged, commanding a nice hot bath to be prepared. So while Ihsepar lounged, naked and satisfied, on the bed, he watched as the servants scuttled about on the opposing side of his room to prepare a bath-

Soon the scents of perfumed water filled the air and the man was told it was ready. He waved off the servants than rose from the bed.


"Shall we?" And he moved to pull aside the sheer curtain that barely offered much privacy to the copper bath sitting within. The waters made rhe room deliciously steamy.

The demand for a bath served several purposes: the obvious one, getting clean, since Nasrin could not stand to be dirty; the slightly less obvious one, which was avoiding the awkwardness and discomfort of post-sex cuddles because for some reason everyone wanted to do that and she was so not about that level of intimacy; and the ulterior motive, which was experiencing the luxuries of nobility to the full extent. The guy was rich, so surely the amenities were out of this world. If she was going to be here for a bit (and thus far this trip had taken quite the lengthy detour), then might as well be spoiled a little for the trouble.

And so she lounged there, watching the servants, not particularly concerned that she was naked and exposed and that it was pretty obvious what they'd been up to. She was far from prudish.

But there was a small concern with them having seen her there...

As she rose to follow Ihlsepar, she shot him a look, one eyebrow raised. "Your servants aren't gonna snitch, are they?" she asked. Because he had seemed concerned before about having a strange woman in his home.

While Nasrin bathed, he waited his own turn, commanding his servants to wipe down his body- using cool, moist towels soaked in perfume.

At her question, he chuckled and stretched out along a chaise lounger and simply admired her soaking.

"I pay them well. Besides, if we're caught together, I doubt my parents would force a betrothal unto you. "

He moved with a lazy grace as he spoke, pausing beside the tub and letting a hand gently caress her arm.

Nasrin froze at that as she lathered up her chest and shoulders, snapping a look at him with both eyebrows raised. Force a betrothal? Well, that was a thing she hadn't even considered as a possibility!

She barked a laugh. "I'd love to see them try," she said with a smirk as she went back to soaping herself up, taking her sweet time and enjoying the warm bath. "But really...I was never worried. More concerned with you losing your inheritance and me losing my cash cow."

The man couldn't help but grin at that.

"It would prove interesting... for a merchant Lord to become betrothed with..." here he paused, eyes stroking down her form to take her on. "What would you say your work title I'd, precisely?" He asked, a playful air to his words. He was always a flirt. Women were just such perfect creatures. 

Nasrin's eyes narrowed, catlike, daring him to get any ideas. But his question about her job title made her sit up a little straighter, an amused smirk curving her lips. That's right, he didn't know the full story, did he?

"Officially? I'm a performer," she said. "An acrobat and juggler, but I dabble. First it was balls, now it's knives, and I've been working on adding fire to the act. Haven't quite figured it out yet, but we're getting there." She smiled. "That's my day job."

"Oh..? A performer?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully at her statement.  "Actually.. that would make perfect sense for me. I do like a woman whose skill set are juggling balls. "

Nasrin let out a sharp snort. "Mhmm, you would, wouldn't ya?" she said, and cocked her head. "I've done as many as five at once."

Ihlsepar's eyes danced at her reply. "Oh really?" He gestured for the servants to leave him some soaps and oils and a wash clothe, and he positioned himself lazily beside the bath and moved to gently wash the woman's back.

"I'd certainly like to see that," he flirted, using the wash clothes to gently caress the curves and muscles of her back.

"Oh?" Nasrin said with a smirk, letting her eyes flutter shut as he worked her back. Hey, if he wanted to pamper her, far be it for her to complain.

"So you enjoy watching, then?"

He took his time, savoring the moment as he allowed the clothe to tickle and caress her back. He took his time answering her, but eventually replied,"Who am I to get in the way of another's passions?" He went on, dipping the clothe into the waters tonl refresh it before slowly squeezing some of it put against her neck.

He watched as the waters trickled down her back side, glistening off the color of her skin. By Hakeshna's name... her body was a perfection in its own right, the colors dazzling when wet.

He dipped the clothe again.

"But.." he continued, lifting the dripping clothe to her shoulders now. "I'm never against joining in to support those passions, should the spectacle require a partner. "

He.. had done his own share of juggling- though... definitely with different uses of his hands.. 

And the items juggled were...

Well..

Complicated at times. But that was what made it so fun,.... The danger of being caught...

And this woman? This woman absolutely exuded all that he craved.