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Chapter 03: Cleansing

When the Eagle Bearer had finally gotten to Mykonos the ship's sails needed repairing badly. Even though the trip should have been a short one from Skyros to Mykonos, they had taken longer because since Kassandra had regained her strength there was no pirate ship in the Aegean that hadn't suffered her fury. The commander's bones had taken a very long time to heal from her latest near-death experience but it was overall her heart what had been suffering the most. Weeks had turned into months at sea and after the year she had already spent in Skyros, the Misthios knew the people from the letter could've well been dead when she got to the port in Mykonos.

Instead, Kassandra had found a rebellion, a handsome Spartan eager to conquer lands and hearts alike but also a wounded heart much like her own in the chest of a passionate woman. The first time Kassandra had laid eyes on Kyra, the woman was sloppily drunk and aggressive to the point of shooting a dagger at the Misthios' head. Even after helping her and the Spartan named Thaletas clear the beaches of Athenian opposition the woman was relentless in her berating of her companions. Kassandra had wondered then, how someone so small and beautiful could be so angry all the time.

As the days passed and Kassandra spent more and more time helping the rebellion she learnt the truth of Kyra's heartache, the bitter taste in her mouth of betrayal, the lonely path of forsakenness. Days turned into weeks and as the rebellion moved further opposed to Podarkes, the more Kassandra grew closer with Kyra. They were in the Artemis Hills hunting for stags when the Misthios had realized somewhere along the nights spent over the fire with the Leader of the Rebellion her feelings had grown from the contempt the Misthios held for the loud-mouthed warrior into something much fonder.

Not long had passed after they had met when Kyra had taken a trip and not returned for days at a time. Kassandra had been worrying over the rebel's departure but Thaletas kept reminding the other Spartan it was normal. It was when Kyra came back bathed in eucalyptus oil and coconut cream that covered her deep musk that Kassandra discovered the smaller warrior to be an Omega. And even though Kassandra's chest ached uncomfortably anytime the Alpha thought of moving on from that fateful night in Chios, she pushed forward knowing there was nothing left behind anymore.

**Flashback**

The sunset glinted over the horizon as Kassandra looked over the cliffs that adorned the beachside in Artemis Hills. The Misthios had begun to feel a peace settle in her body from the way things had quieted down recently, that she couldn't quite recognize the feeling at first. Leaning back into the grass as her armour creaked with the movement, Kassandra allowed herself to think freely for the very first time in such a long while.

Thing was, Kassandra had learnt so much in her time in Mykonos that she felt as if the weight had finally lifted from her shoulders of the burden that was being the Champion of Sparta. Yes, the cult was still at large and her brother wasn't quite the same, but neither was the Misthios. Kassandra had written back to Myrrine explaining why she couldn't be back that year that she was healing, Kassandra had spared no detail to her Mater about what had happened in Chios. It was the only time she dared to confront it, trying to perhaps give the tools to her Mater for reaching and connecting with Alexios. Killing a man changed you, this Kassandra knew, but killing someone you loved? Well, that was plain old suicidal. Kassandra supposed the only explanation was the wrath of the Gods at her hubris for being God-like invincible and wanting to be in love with a priestess as well. 'Like Icarus, I had flown too close to the sun.' the Misthios lamented.

The days had blurred since she had docked in Mykonos and eventually the time came to take down Podarkes. When Kassandra had told Kyra her father was Podarkes, Kyra wanted to hate the Alpha, to hit her chest and make her take back the words. Kassandra's face had fallen with worry and compassion even as the Rebel threatened to kill her where she stood. When Kyra asked for space, Kassandra gave it but before long the Alpha was back in the room worried over the Omega and the news she had been given only to be welcomed. As she thought of her time in Mykonos she couldn't deny that Kyra had caught her attention from the moment she had laid eyes on her. The Omega was enticing, Kassandra couldn't deny that fact, but the relationship she held with the Spartan man had held her back significantly.

After that night she had found Kyra praying to Artemis in an altar outside the temple. It wasn't lost on Kassandra the irony that the Gods had set upon her. The only two women she had ever felt deeply for had both threatened to kill her and were devouts of Artemis. Kassandra chuckled bitterly thinking that perhaps she had a type after all.

Suddenly, the Alpha's hairs raised in the back of her neck as she realized a musky inviting scent was travelling around her. The Misthios took her nose to the air and chagrined at the way the heady scent got closer. It had been so long since she had smelled such a delight since she had felt such a pull. Kassandra knew she had to follow, but by the way, the scent got stronger it seemed they were about to collide. In a matter of four breaths, someone tripped over the Misthios. The scent got even stronger now enveloping the Alpha with the saltiness of brine mixed with spiced honey.

Kassandra shuffled to her haunches trying to steady the Omega who had fallen on her lap. The Misthios tried to stay modest but the growing need between her legs at the pheromones was dead give away. It had been so long since the Eagle Bearer had been with someone that the hardness between her legs felt almost foreign. Kyra's glare turned to the Spartan before she realized that's who she had tripped over in her haste. Kyra's eyes softened as she took the Mercenary in.

Kassandra looked flustered, a shade of red to her cheeks Kyra didn't recognize but enticed her all the same. Kyra loved how Kassandra's need was on display for her to see and she realized she was tired of putting off what she felt in her heart anymore. Yes, the Rebel wanted to stay true to Thaletas, but Kassandra had captivated her in a way that no other person had. The Misthios understood her in a way that no other person possibly could. Kassandra knew what it was to grow up alone, to miss your Mater, to make friends like they were family, and that was without counting how observant and caring the Eagle Bearer was. Instead of telling Kyra how she would fail with her plans, Kassandra told her how to make her plans stronger. It was refreshing and so disarming that the Rebel would often lash out at the Misthios in fear of what she was really feeling. Now in the quietness of the fields, the Goddess blessed her with a gift of a rare moment of silence with the other Spartan that held her heart.

"You should be more careful." Kassandra warned the Rebel as Kyra held her chin up in defiance with a sly smile.

"It is you who should be more careful, I could've been anyone." Kyra tried to hide her blunder and Kassandra rolled her eyes trying to clear her throat.

"There's nobody for miles, you just distracted me." Kassandra admitted in a low dangerous husky tone. The Alpha was tired of waiting and this Omega looked ready and willing.

"Do I?" Kyra asked and with a wicked smile, she continued in all fours towards the Misthios until she straddled the other woman's hips.

If Kassandra minded she didn't say it, in fact, Kyra could feel the Alpha's hardened shaft against her hip as the Rebel licked her lips in eagerness. Kassandra stared at her lips, as her chest heaved with each breath, the Misthios flushed with darkened eyes. Kyra could not take it anymore and closed the distance between them pulling Kassandra by the nape of her neck in a deep kiss. At first, Kyra felt Kassandra clumsily part her lips, but when expert tongue danced around her own Kyra could tell herself moisten at the feeling. The taller woman's head jerked back breaking the kiss as Kyra ghosted her hand under the Misthios' belt taking her hardness into the palm of her hand. The Rebel didn't want to waste time with pleasantries with the Alpha, she wanted to satisfy the Misthios that had grown close to her with each passing day. The fondness in her heart was unwelcomed, but it burned there just the same.

Kassandra's lips parted as a moan caught in her throat and her back arched towards Kyra. The Rebel smiled in victory as she pressed her thumb across Kassandra's head before pumping her shaft faster. Kassandra then pulled up and captured Kyra's lips with her own while cupping the Rebel's face in her arms. The Alpha didn't have the time or the heart for lovemaking as much as she was enjoying the warm hand around her hardness. Knowing that Thaletas had beaten her to perhaps something to rekindle the ashes of her soul made her angry, but not submissive. The Misthios was also aware that given the chance with the Rebel, having claimed an Omega before made things difficult with Kyra but not impossible. With a quick flick of her hips and a shuffle of their bodies, Kassandra had effectively pinned Kyra to the ground. The Rebel's chiton was up around her shoulders leaving the thin curvaceous body exposed for Kassandra to drink in. From the perky breast with the darkened nipples, the taut stomach and small patch of wet curls exposed to Kassandra, the Alpha roared in approval.

"Malaka!" Kyra cursed as Kassandra buried two fingers inside the Rebel's already soaking folds.

"Should I stop?" Kassandra challenged curling her fingers inside Kyra's wetness as the smaller woman moaned gripping the Misthios' shoulders now and shaking her head.

"No." Kyra breathed and Kassandra smiled pulling her fingers out and coating her hand slickly.

Kyra whimpered at the loss of contact but when she watched Kassandra coat her hardness with the Rebel's own wetness she nodded fervently as the Omega in her craved to be tamed by this majestic Alpha. The Misthios wasted no time aligning herself with Kyra and after making sure with one last look of approval she entered the Rebel who moaned loudly at the sensation. Kassandra moaned with approval before taking one of Kyra's breasts into her mouth liberating moans and curses from the Rebel's mouth.

Kassandra was as breathtaking in bed as she was in battle Kyra had decided when the Misthios started a steady rhythm that made her want to crawl out of her own skin from pleasure. Never had Thaletas been so thorough with his movements, leaving Kyra begging the Misthios for more. Kassandra obliged and pumped in and out of the Rebel with more abandon than before. Kyra arched into the Misthios as the woman hit the spot that drove her mad several times before her toes curled and her vision faded from pleasure.

** end flashback***

After that day Kassandra had not left Kyra's side nor bed, and the Rebel, in turn, had to break the news to Thaletas. Kassandra was just too amazing for the woman to let go and the Spartan man somehow understood that. When the time came and Podarkes was finally dead it was Kassandra who held Kyra tightly while her Pater's body burnt in the night. It was after that The Misthios found herself in the celebration of victory for the very rebellion she had led.

Kyra stood a few feet away from the Misthios as the taller woman watched with pride the movements of the Rebel. The Omega threw her head back laughing along with a lieutenant while they told a story. Kyra's eyes flickered up and met Kassandra's as if she had felt the eyes of the rebel on her body. The Rebel excused herself with the lieutenant and sauntered over swaying her hips to the Misthios' delight. The Eagle Bearer counted herself lucky at the sight.

"Thanks for being with me back there when I needed you." Kyra admitted as they hugged.

"I wanted to be. You know that." Kassandra explained as they parted from the embrace.

"Oh, did you hear? They're promoting Thaletas to general, and sending him back to Sparta in the morning." Kyra explained as the Misthios grew shocked. It was an honour worthy of the Spartan man's bravery.

"That is what he deserves…" Kassandra admitted as Kyra nodded happily.

"I sent out two notes, and who responds? Kassandra, the Eagle Bearer and Thaletas, a Spartan." Kyra shook her head bitterly recalling those dark days when she had been so alone. To wash the bitter memories away she took a swig of her cup.

Kyra got a distant look as she gathered herself, Kassandra was curious as to what was going through the Rebel's mind. The dark hair danced in the wind, as her brown eyes stared off in the distance. Kassandra wanted nothing else but to wrap her arms around the woman and comfort her. The Misthios knew this was not the place, nor the time so she quelled the Alpha inside her demanding attention.

"He's gone, but we're together, like Artemis and Apollo, like Mykonos and Delos. And the people are celebrating us." Kyra started but Kassandra shook her head pained by the mention of the Goddess.

The Misthios didn't like the similarities anymore, she didn't want to think of losing someone else in that way. Kassandra knew that if this was another cruel joke from the Gods she would not survive it.

"Yes, but I'll set sail soon." I admitted with a tense jaw. "I don't lay weight in the musings of the Gods, much less Artemis. I can't go against who you devout yourself… but please respect my views as well."

Kyra looked hurt but seemed to understand that Kassandra was not happy with the will of the Goddess of the Hunt. Dropping to silence the Rebel wrapped her arm around Kassandra and pulled her close walking her towards the centre of the room.

"Stay." Kyra whispered and Kassandra sighed unsure of what to do.

When the morning came Kassandra had found herself with a choice. Everything she had set out to do in Mykonos was done, she had no real reason to stay in the island professionally but as the first rays of light illuminated the room Kassandra found herself staring at Kyra's naked back. The Rebel's dark hair was splayed every which way as her frame rose and fell with sleep. Her expression was peaceful and Kassandra fought the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind the woman's ear. With a sigh, Kassandra smiled knowing she would never love again, but didn't this feel as close as she would ever get to it again? As she felt Kyra stir and rub her naked backside on the Alpha's semi-hard shaft, Kassandra shivered from the pleasure and sighed turning to grab for the Rebel's hips. As the morning dragged on between moans and sighs Kassandra was certain Kyra had breathed new life into her.