Cassiopeia leads you the rest of the way down the stairway in silence. Stopping at the first door, she turns looking at you shyly her eyes meeting yours for the first time.
“For your purpose I think the master bedroom would be best.” She says primly.
Her hand rests on the double doors directly at the foot of the stairs. The doors are made from a dark wood and intricate carvings decorate the entire surface. A closer look at the engravings give you a hint of what may lie on the far side of the doors.
The carvings on the panels are of scantily clad women dancing and kneeling before a crowd of men. The dancers were exciting their audience and many of the women no longer dancing were posing in sexual positions. The men had exaggerated phalluses that formed small bumps on the carved wood.
"This looks like it will be the perfect room for what I intend." You step close to the pretty blonde and whisper the words directly into her delicate ear. Your hands drop to her slender waist and you pull her back to you so you can kiss the soft dimple in her neck just below her ears. As your lips nuzzle her soft skin you realize that her ears have not been pierced. All the other women you have seen in Athenapolis, in fact in Hellopolis as well had their ears pierced but her delicate lobes had never felt a needle.
Opening the door, she leads you into the room. The chamber is dominated by a richly appointed bed covered in rare silk. But what truly catches your attention is the wall art. The murals that cover nearly every surface display scenes of every way two (or more) people could fuck that you had ever heard of, and a few that you didn’t even know were possible.
“Until my mother's death a couple years ago, my father would keep his mistresses here.” Cassiopeia said getting your attention.
Curious you ask, “You father had to hide his mistresses in a warehouse?”
“My sisters, as much as I love them, they can be very violent, and I am told that their rages are tame compared to my mother's moods.” Cassiopeia pauses, “On two occasions she beat to death mistresses of my father who became pregnant. So after the second time, my father built this place to house them.” You find it hard to believe that this angelic young woman comes from the same houehold as her sister and mother.
“My father had money." Explains Cassiopeia as she lights two small oil lamps on the wall. "But my mother had status and more importantly a pedigree so rather than strike back at her he kept his women here and made frequent trips to the fields.” Cassiopeia points at the murals “As you can see he was a man of large appetites, and after mother died this place became hidden storage till the siege.”
You leave the door partially open, just in case and step close to the girl catching her hand in yours and pull her to your side. Gently you cup Cassiopeia’s delicate chin, causing her to shiver. “Still afraid?” You ask, your eyes meeting hers.
Cassiopeia nods, blushing prettily as she whispers “Yes. Even though I saw Pela’s obvious pleasure I have a hard time believing it will fit.”
“Don’t worry pet, it’ll fit.” You assure Cassiopeia.
“But how…”She moans as you cut off her question with a kiss. Holding her still, you deepen the kiss as she rests her hands on your scarred chest. With your free hand you grasp her small right hand and slowly slide it down your chest and belly finally wrapping the delicate fingers around your turgid length.
The pleasure of Cassiopeia’s touch is intense, grimacing you fight the urge to throw her on the bed and savagely mount her.
“Am I causing you pain?” Cassiopeia inquires, beginning to release your cock only to have you wrap your fingers around hers holding her soft digits in place.
“Only the sweetest kind.” You growl. “Do you feel how hard and hot I am for you.”
“Yes.” She murmurs, her flushed gaze never leaving yours.
You palm her left breast brushing her aroused nipple with your thumb. With a soft whimper Cassiopeia’s eyes flutter and her flexible back arches as her head falls back exposing her throat and small breasts in the warm yellow light of the lamps. Leaning down you blow on her swollen nipple causing her body to jerk. Cassiopeia releases her uncertain grip on your cock and her hands rest on your waist looking for balance for her unsteady legs.
“So like a succulent fruit, juicy and ripe just waiting to be plucked.” You grunt as your lips find her nipple, lightly biting the swelling bud. You ply Cassiopeia’s breasts as if you had just found water after a forty mile forced march.
Moaning incoherently, Cassiopeia’s legs give out but your battle hardened muscles easily hold her slumping body until she wraps her legs around your waist. Unconsciously Cassiopeia’s hips rub against your arousal her body inherently knowing what it wants. Walking forward, you set her soft bottom on the edge of her bed.
“Do you feel the gaping emptiness between your legs?" You ask "That part of you that needs to be filled.” Your whispered voice is low but fierce with need as your lips press against her ear.
“Yeesssss,” She half cries in frustration.
“Open you eyes.” You order.
Cassiopeia opens her eyes looking at yours with hazy passion and need.
“Look at the walls." You tell her indicating the multiple graphic sexual murals. "How do you want it?” You ask.
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