Sophia - Mama Greece/Byzantine
Muunokhoi - Mongol Empire
This is based off of the partially successful Byzantine-Mongol alliance during the 1200-1300s.
The Mongol walked slowly out of the house, the dead of night surrounding him. He had come to Constantinople for a political visit with his girlfriend/friend, Byzantine. They weren't officially 'together,' so to speak, but their alliance was a commonly known thing. He'd decided to take his bath, his last day in the city approaching.
He wove his way through the silence of the night, getting closer and closer to the nearest public bath, holding a cloth around his waist as to hide his crotch. Mongolia knew he wasn't supposed to be doing this, as it was supposedly wrong to take a bath without supervision present.
That sucks for the supervision. He's a rule-breaker, that one.
Upon arrival, he slipped inside the gate, moved inside the bath, relaxing down and removing the cloth, ready to bathe himself. Washing his chest, he saw a figure in the distance. Blinking, he began to walk towards it. It was a woman, apparently.
It was also against the rules for men and women to bathe together.
Rules, schmules, who needs them.
When he was just a few meters away from her, she turned around and blinked. Mongolia looked startled. It was Byzantine.
"S-sophia! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in here!" He muttered, blushing lightly, scoping down her body. Her luscious curves filled his vision. Oh god, how fantastic it was to be hers.
"It's okay, Muuno." She laughed lightly, using her playful name for him, and moved closer to him, her coolness increasing with every step. Mongolia inadvertently grew hard, although not wanting to, but it was too late; it was already obvious, and Byzantine noticed it too, but it only brought her closer.
"R-really! I mean, er, heh… I didn't mean to come see you like this, and uh, and, I, uh…" A hand was placed over the mouth of the stuttering fool, as Sophia's even eyes warmed his heart.
"Why not make something out of it then, Mongo?" She brought herself against him, removing her hand to place a vicious kiss upon his lips, which he vivaciously returned. Their arms wrapped around each other, moving around. Mongolia's hand trailed down to her thigh, and lifted her up onto his knee. She wrapped her legs around his waist, while he stopped kissing only to breathe, but it was too long— she moved to start nibbling on his neck. Mongolia moaned, getting harder, and harder, until- oh, why couldn't he just burst! He touched his tip to her entrance, stroking her hair, and gently entered her.
Sophia moaned, as Mongolia began to thrust. She clung to him like the dickens, until she suddenly gasped, blushing. Muunokhoi let out a radiant grin, himself growing hard, and nibbled on her ear, thrusting at the spot again. Sophia bit her lip hard, trying to let him cede victory; she was just as ruthless in sex as she was on the battlefield. But to no avail- Mongolia thrust again, and she cried out "Mongooooo!" Her sweet moaning sounds brought thoughts to Muuno's mind, and he brought her even closer, their bodies pressing together, until Mongolia's face contorted; he had just released.
But being both so into it, they wouldn't stop there.
They returned their kisses, even more ravishing than before, his tongue lightly caressing hers, and her hand on his rear-end; oh, how they hoped it would never end! But of course, all such things must come to an end. They slowly, yet surely unwound themselves from the other, and held hands, smiling and laughing, trying to catch their breath. Putting their towels back on, they traveled back to Sophia's house, where they fell asleep in the bed, not to awake until the next morning.