Podarkes was dead and gone, and all of Mykonos was celebrating the death of the tyrant and their newly won freedom. It was a marvellous night, a night to remember, and Kassandra was happy for them all. She was proud of the part she'd played in their rebellion, but after a while, she began to grow tired of their songs and praises.
She was about to sneak off to the Adrestia for some peace and quiet when Kyra appeared at her side, handing her a goblet of honeyed wine. "So… it's settled, then. You're leaving." She was smiling, but her eyes were sad.
"Yes. I have to." Kassandra didn't have to fake the sincere regret in her voice. "I'd love to stay, but there is someone I need to track down on Crete, and another one-"
Kyra nodded. "It's fine, misthios. We always knew this day would come. I am going to miss you, though. Thaletas has to leave, too, for Sparta. They've made him a general, imagine that."
"But I will be back as soon as I can." And there he was, Thaletas, at Kyra's side, pulling her into a loose embrace. "And I don't think we can let you leave without a proper send-off."
"Is that so?" Kassandra raised an eyebrow, but at the same time, she let her eyes rove freely over both their bodies. They looked delectable in their festive garments, both of them happy and relaxed. And, well, if they were offering… "What exactly did you have in mind?"
Thaletas smiled, that same slow, lazy smile she remembered from when they had sparred. So sure of himself. He'd actually thought he could best her. The nerve! He'd been mistaken, of course, and Kassandra had managed to put him in his place quickly enough. But clearly, his confidence hadn't taken any permanent damage when she'd knocked him down.
"There's a guest room upstairs, with a door that can be locked from the inside, and a bath and a nice big bed." Kyra was practically purring. "Now, I know the two of you aren't big on luxuries, but-"
"You had me at 'guest room'." Kassandra smiled warmly at her. "What are we waiting for?"
The room was everything Kyra had promised, with a pool of water strewn with rose leaves beckoning for them to sink into the scented water and enjoy themselves. Briefly, Kassandra wondered what strings Kyra had pulled to arrange this for them, but if she was honest, she didn't really care. Moments like the present one were rare enough that it made no sense to squander them by overthinking things. They were precious gifts from the gods, meant to be enjoyed to the full and treasured afterwards. And they were going to do just that.
The moment the door fell shut, Thaletas embraced Kyra from behind and reached for the fastenings of her chiton, exchanging a quick, conspiratorial glance with Kassandra. But she was content to watch for now, watch as the fine linen fabric slid down to bare Kyra's perfect breasts, her nipples hard and taut, perfect dark buds that fairly begged to be caressed. Thaletas cupped one breast in each hand, gently squeezing, his face a picture of bliss.
Kyra's eyes were wide open and fixed on Kassandra's face, drinking in her reactions with no attempt to conceal how much this whole scenario turned her on. And Kassandra felt much the same. Her own tunic came off quickly — so much easier than full armour, she had to admit, even if she never felt quite comfortable without her familiar leathers.
Thaletas paused in what he was doing to watch her in turn, his dark eyes caressing every bit of skin she bared, hungry and full of admiration. Kyra made a small impatient noise, tugging at his clothes, and he complied with a laugh, throwing his tunic off in one smooth move. Moments later they were naked, all three of them, and headed for the bath.
Kyra slid into the water first, with a long happy sigh, savouring the luxurious embrace of the water. Kassandra hesitated for a second, until she felt Thaletas' warm hand on her lower back, urging her on. And by the Gods, it felt good to sink into the warm water, to stretch her legs and relax, to breathe in the scent of the roses.
Thaletas smiled at her blissful expression, settling on a low bench that was built into the pool and pulling her between his legs, so she could lie back and rest her head against his wide shoulders. It was nice to be held like this, Kassandra mused, and he felt good, firm and reliable, a solid, comforting presence at her back. His hands were wandering idly over her body, slippery and warm, tracing every muscle with gentle reverence.
"You're so strong." There was a hitch to his voice, and for a moment Kassandra wasn't sure whether the thought aroused him or made him resent her. But when she wiggled a little against him, she could feel him against her back, long and thick and hard. No, he liked it well enough. Thaletas was a Spartan through and through, and at the end of the day, strength was something he admired, in a woman just as much as in a man.
And there was Kyra, her smaller hands joining his in exploring Kassandra's body, playing with her nipples, then sliding lower, across her stomach. "So many scars." Her fingertips traced a particularly nasty one, on Kassandra's hip, where a bandit's spear had left a deep gash months ago.
Kassandra shrugged. Scars came with her way of life, and she cherished every one of them as a memory of yet another fight she'd survived, yet another encounter that had ended with the gods deciding in her favour. They weren't pretty, but they were part of her. "I know it looks bad," she muttered, but Kyra shook her head.
"I never said that." Her fingertips smoothed along the jarred ridges of skin with the lightest of touches. "You could never be anything but beautiful, Kassandra."
Kassandra shivered at the caress, realizing with sudden clarity that she no longer was satisfied with just lying there and letting them play with her. "Enough!" Reaching for Kyra, she pulled her into a tight embrace, moaning at the feel of her hot, wet body. Their legs entangled, their breasts brushed against each other, and suddenly everything was twice as intense, twice as hot. Her lips found Kyra's mouth for a greedy, sloppy kiss that made them both laugh and gasp at the same time.
"By Artemis' bow, Kyra, you're so delicious." With a small groan, Kassandra gripped Kyra by the waist, lifting her slim body easily out of the water, and placed her on the edge of the pool, spreading her legs wide.
Kyra cried out, fingers entangling in Kassandra's hair as she pulled her head exactly where she wanted it. Kassandra came along willingly. She had dreamed of Kyra's taste, fantasized of doing this again ever since their night on the beach. This time it was even better, because she could see what she was doing, and Kyra was soft and relaxed from the bath, her dark curls silky soft.
And Thaletas was right behind her, embracing her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder so he could watch what she was doing to Kyra. His hard cock slid between her thighs, brushing against her core as he thrust slowly between them, hot and slick from the water, the promise of more enough to drive her mad. She wanted him, wanted him now, and it was delicious torture to focus on Kyra instead, to take her time to explore her in loving detail.
Kyra was starting to whimper now, her body writhing as she moved into Kassandra's caresses, only to twitch away whenever it got too much. Her thighs were trembling ever so slightly, and her breathing had sped up. Yes, she was close, and it wouldn't take much more to make her come, but when Kassandra redoubled her efforts, she found her head being pulled back.
"No. Wait." Kyra's eyes were feverish. "Not yet. Not this time. Kassandra, I… Ever since I've met you, I've dreamed of watching the two of you together, you and Thaletas."
Thaletas tensed. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
There was no need to ask if he wanted it. Kassandra had felt his cock twitch and grow against her core at the mere suggestion. And she wanted it, too, wanted him inside her so badly she could barely see straight.
"Of course I am sure." Kyra huffed impatiently. "But we need to get out of the water first."
"Bed," Kassandra agreed. Her whole body was alive with anticipation.
They found some towels and quickly dried each other off, enjoying the many accidental touches to the full. Kyra was first on the bed, extending both hands to them. "Come here. Both of you."
She was adorable like this, all flushed and trembling with arousal. But she seemed determined to put Kassandra's pleasure first this time. "Lie down, Kassandra. Yes, like this." And then her sweet mouth was right where Kassandra wanted it most, her tongue dancing gently over hot flesh, making her cry out with the sudden, sharp pleasure of it.
Thaletas was there, too, kissing her as if he wanted to steal the breath from her lips, groaning impatiently, as he worked a finger inside her, making her clench hard around him. But a finger wasn't enough, nowhere near enough, so she pushed them both back and rolled over onto her stomach. "Thaletas, please!"
He was on her the moment she pushed herself up on her knees, thrusting all the way inside her in a single, rough stroke, and it was so good she screamed. So full, so deep, so utterly perfect! Fortunately, he wasted no more time, setting a fast and furious rhythm that shook her to her very core, giving her no quarter, merciless and demanding. And by Zeus, it was so good!
When she raised her head, her eyes fell on Kyra, who was watching them, her eyes burning with lust, her hand busy between her own legs, her scent filling the air and making Kassandra dizzy.
"Damn it, Kyra, you're killing me! You're both killing me!" Thaletas' grip on her hips was so tight it hurt, and his thrusts were getting faster and faster, sharp and to the point, each stroke hitting her deep inside with exquisite precision. Kassandra could feel her climax lurking just around the corner, building up to a perfect crescendo, so hot, so tight, so intense, but she wasn't quite there yet, just a little more, a tiny bit…
Just then, Kyra cried out, her body almost doubling up as she came, her face contorted in a silent scream, and it was such a beautiful sight that Kassandra had no choice but to let go. Her orgasm slammed through her whole body like an ocean wave, so relentless that she saw stars, so powerful that she lost track of space and time for a second. Behind her, Thaletas practically sobbed as he thrust into her one last time before he came, his whole body wracked with shudders. And she was still pulsing, still throbbing around him, still caught up in that perfect, wonderful moment of bliss that seemed to last forever. Oh yes!
When she came back to her senses, Kyra was kissing her, laughing between kisses, and Thaletas had pulled back, still shaking from the force of his own climax. His gaze met hers, and he smiled weakly, a slight blush colouring his cheeks. Cute.
"Thank you, Thaletas. Thank you both." Her voice sounded rough and scratchy to her own ears.
"My pleasure." Kyra's smile was more than a little mischievous.
Thaletas just snorted, dropping onto his back and stretching his powerful body. He looked utterly exhausted, and Kassandra couldn't blame him. For once, even she felt too sated to contemplate further activities.
And besides, one quick glance told her that the moon was high in the sky and it was time to say goodbye. Leaving Kyra snuggled up against Thaletas' prone body, she reached for her clothes.
"Already?" Kyra sounded genuinely disappointed. "I thought you could stay the night."
Kassandra shook her head, breathing a quick kiss on her forehead as she tied the fastenings of her robe. "Barnabas is impatient to leave and the tide waits for no one."
"Such a pity." Thaletas pulled her into a brief, fierce kiss. "I had a few more ideas that I thought you might like."
Getting cocky again already. Kassandra felt a smile tug at her lips. If she was any judge, Thaletas wouldn't be ready for more for quite some time. But she wasn't going to point that out now. "Who knows?" was all she said aloud. "Maybe the Fates are going to bring us back together one day. And in the mean time I'll be wishing both of you all the best. Be safe."
"You, too, Kassandra. Take care." Kyra squeezed her hand tightly.
One more kiss, one last smile, and she was up on the windowsill, plotting her way down. Her skin was buzzing with excitement, her belly still tingling from their lovemaking. The nightly breeze was warm and soft, the moon full and heavy in the sky, and the salty smell of the sea was calling out to her, promising new adventures.
Life didn't get any better than this.
All the hugs and thanks to my amazing and lovely beta suilven. :)