A full trip around the sun. That's how long had nearly passed when the sail of the Adrestia could be seen gliding past Kirra in Phokis off the southwestern coastline of the region. It had journeyed far and wide, and seen its commander through some of the most unbelievable tales. Tales of places once only fabled to exist, now a certainty, tales of mythical creatures, now certainly the bastardized failures of humanity's makers. It had provided a home through great tragedy and sorrow, carrying its commander to the darkest reaches of Greece.
Now, it seemed, they had almost come full circle. Kassandra sighed as she pondered their return to the northern part of Greece, and how vastly different things had become since she had last set foot there. Last time she was there, she had watched Aspasia walk out of the underground chamber in Chora of Delphi, after she had exposed the last of the Cult. After she had exposed Aspasia for her involvement.
Though she had discovered the gruesome truth of the Cult's influence, she had listened to Aspasia intently, feeling a sense of understanding in the woman's reasons for working inside the Cult. She wanted many of the same things Kassandra wanted. She wasn't after the raw power that so many under the Cult had been chasing. Now there was another Pandora's Box—the Order of the Ancients—that she had to worry about.
She took a risk, letting such a smart and capable liar go. However, in her time spent with Kassandra, Aspasia had been given many opportunities to compromise the misthios, but never did. That was what made up Kassandra's mind about letting her live on to redeem herself. Kassandra knew that if she had truly wanted to betray her, she could have, and if in the future she did try to cross her, she would find only death.
Now, in the present moment, Kassandra leaned on the railing of the ship's helm, her gaze cast towards the port of Kirra, her mind drifting off to thoughts of Aspasia. The woman had left her with a lot of questions as to what they may have become if they had stuck together. More so, what if Kassandra had not let her live at all? Would she be better off? Would she have regretted it? None of it mattered in the grand scheme of things, but she was glad she had let her live, because now she had the chance to check in on the ambitious woman and perhaps find a listening ear for the things Kassandra had swimming in her mind.
"Prepare for docking!!" She howled over the wind and waves. It was a gorgeous day, but the damn wind; she would be glad to be out of its grasp and back on land. The crew now bustled about, taking on their duties in pulling in the sail and slowing their momentum as Kirra came more into focus and they glided into the port. Myrrine appeared at Kassandra's side from the crew deck as they slowed to a halt, her hand finding g Kassandra's shoulder.
"Lamb, you look lost, are you okay?" She asked, her voice loving as ever.
Kassandra straightened her posture and glanced down at her mother, smiling fondly and nodding, "Yes, just thinking about visiting an old friend."
Kassandra had not let Aspasia go out on her own without first planning to keep tabs on her. She had paid an informant to send word on where Aspasia was staying, currently, and on any changes in her whereabouts. It was all to ensure she would not do anything to betray Kassandra's cause again, and also because ever since they kissed that day in the Cult's inner sanctum, Aspasia left her mark on Kassandra, a mark that had been burning and itching inside her. She just couldn't risk not being a few steps ahead of her.
The ship was now fully docked and the crew was at ease. Alexios and Stentor helped Nikoloas settle in with the crew, while Myrrine followed Kassandra onto the dock, the mother still looking analytically over her daughter's features. She knew Kassandra had her mind fixated on something or someone, as she was learning to tell as they spent more and more time together.
"Tell me, my daughter, why Kirra? We are still looking for more work, and while there is work here, it just seems strange you would wish to stop in Phokis of all places," Myrrine asked, looking around at the lackluster, albeit pretty town, and shrugging a bit.
Kassandra shrugged in return, "Like I said, visiting an old friend." She crossed her arms over her black tunic dress and gave her mother a questioning look, as if her answer hadn't been satisfactory. Myrrine narrowed her eyes, and ultimately decided not to pry.
"I assume you'll be off, then?" Myrrine asked, smirking a bit.
"I'll be back later, mater." Kassandra kissed her mother on the cheek with an assuring nod and disappeared up the dock and into the small city.
She started out in the agora, walking mindlessly through the aisles of stalls of simple folks selling their simple goods. If only things could have ever been so simple and easy. Perhaps she and Phioebe would have became their own family and she could have watched the late little girl blossom into a fierce warrior and strong, independent adult. Maybe she would even have a partner to raise her with. Perhaps she would be on Mykonos with Kyra. Or maybe in Arkadia being a step mother and a farmer, or she may even have been fishing off the coast of Achaia, with her son Elpidios—who she would never get to know—teaching him to fish. She let herself miss her son for a moment, and yearned for a feeling of home, even with her own flesh and blood safely aboard her ship.
If there was anyone who understood the complexity of the world they lived in and how complicated it really was, it was Aspasia. Kassandra would be glad to find her and finally be able to talk about these thoughts that had no place falling on the ears of her loved ones. They didn't need to be worried about Kassandra's torment, they had been through enough. Her burden wasn't anything that her family could fix, either. In fact, knowing her family would be gone one day and she would be left to live another life, and another, made it harder to be happy around them. She felt badly for that, but there was no changing it.
It took a bit of work on Ikaros' part as he flew overhead, but after half an hour or so, he finally screeched out victoriously, having determined where Kassandra may find Aspasia. Her heart beat picked up as she neared the house he had indicated, down the path past the agora, up the northwest direction, and up a hill. It was tucked into the shade of the surrounding trees and looked peaceful outside. She was glad to see such a calm place for an old friend to finally settle down.
She could tell that Aspasia was in fact home, she could sense someone dwelling inside, and a smoke stack come from a clay chimney the spouted from the roof. It was her nerves that now got the better of her as she halted involuntarily at the small stone steps leading to the entrance. What would Aspasia say when she saw her standing there? Would she be happy to see her after so long?
She finally girded her loins and closed the gap between herself and the door. She froze again as she tried to formulate what she would say as a greeting.
"Hi there, I was just in the area and I figured I would come see you," she said softly to herself as practice. She scowled and tried again, "Long time, no see, how are you?" She sighed, unsatisfied with her greeting again. "Aspasia! Fancy seeing you here!" Now she wasn't even being serious, but as she spoke, the door suddenly swung open, and there on the other side was Aspasia; She smiled softly, having heard Kassandra practicing her introduction.
"Aspasia!" The Eagle Bearer's face turned red as she was caught, her hand coming up to nervously scratch the back of her head. She glanced over her shoulder and then back at the politician, who laughed lightly.
"Kassandra, fancy seeing you here," she teased, making Kassandra blush more as she realized she had been heard. She opened the door and stepped back, a soft, elated look about her dark features, "Come in, please."
Kassandra nodded and bowed inside the humble home. She watched Aspasia close the door and walk to her kitchen table, taking a seat there and offering Kassandra a seat adjacent to hers. She stood hesitantly for a moment while Aspasia reached for a pitcher of wine and two chalices.
She met Kassandra's eyes and lightened her gaze, "Sit down, have some wine, please." Her tone was soft, but commanding.
"Thank you," she nodded back, still stiff with nerves. Why was she feeling so nervous? Was it knowing the intelligence behind those shimmering dark orbs? Was it the way she had been looking Kassandra up and down, as if she were gazing at a work of art? Maybe it was her calm demeanor and pleasantries that were catching the misthios off guard.
"Have you been well? I have to say, I've wondered where you've been…" Aspasia sensed a wall up inside Kassandra, and asked her question carefully.
Kassandra stared into her hands and shrugged, unsure of where to begin explaining her life since they had parted ways. She mostly felt relieved to see the raven-haired woman. Aspasia had a sense of calmness about her that Kassandra had appreciated as they got to know each other. That seemed like a lifetime ago, and still, Aspasia maintained that same way about her.
"I've done so much, seen so much…lost even more." She stopped talking, still unsure if she should share too much.
They made eye contact, and Aspasia took the opportunity to hold her gaze, noting the difference in Kassandra's gaze since last they met. She could tell Kassandra was hesitant to share more, which was very understandable, all things considered.
"Kassandra, I never thanked you," Aspasia said, sensing Kassandra wasn't ready to share more yet.
"For what?" Kassandra sipped her wine, finally feeling her nerves fall away. She felt comfortable enough now that she could really look at the former Cultist without her nerves getting the best of her. Aspasia's dark wavy hair had grown some, though it was still fashioned in a half pinned back look, and it framed her face in such a way that reminded Kassandra how disarming Aspasia truly was. Her face looked calculated and poised in expression, as if she were somehow always aware of how she looked.
"For letting me live," she responded simply, her mouth curling into a sweet smile and a small shrug. Then her hand reached over and touched Kassandra's forearm, the warmth of it drawing Kassandra's attention to the touch.
Kassandra opened her mouth, not sure what to reply, and let out a dry laugh, "You showed me enough reasoning that it couldn't have been right to kill you…plus I erm," she cut herself off, realizing what she was about to say, "Well, you had a lot of chances to kill me or sell me out and you didn't. Even if Phiobe was lost under your care, I now know that the Cult was bigger than you or me. Phiobe was a victim of that. You did what you thought was right and best for all of Greece."
"I still haven't forgiven myself for her loss. Please accept my apologies again for causing you such pain. It pained me to know how devastating that loss was for you." Aspasia was still resting her hand on Kassandra's arm as she spoke, fingers lightly squeezing the muscled flesh. Regret was written all over her feminine face.
Kassandra let the hand stay there, comforted by the warmth of her touch. It made her mind flash back to the kiss they shared long ago. She decided to place her hand that had been holding her wine chalice on top of Aspasia's, her fingers lying gently across the other woman's.
Aspasia drew in a breath in anticipation of Kassandra's response, but also at her touch. The misthios had always seemed unattainable in her own mind, but still, she thought back to the first night they crossed paths at Perikles' symposium. The way they had met eyes across the room had made her head spin at the time, and she remembered hearing about her joining Alkibiades and his other lovers that night and she had felt a sense of jealousy towards the sexually liberated young man.
"I forgive you. Life is precious, and I would not want you blaming yourself forever. The cult killed Phiobe, not you. You proved to me that people can change. And people can surprise you," she said, as a compliment to Aspasia.
The smaller woman blushed from the kind words and looked down after a sip of wine, their hands still lying together, somehow unwilling to separate.
"Thank you, Kassandra. You don't know what that means to me to hear," she said gratefully.
"It's good to be around you without the Cult trying to ruin our friendship," Kassandra nodded, finally pulling her arm from under Aspasia's soft hand. "without the complications of this never-ending war," she added.
Friendship. Was that all they shared? Were they even ever really that close? Aspasia couldn't help but feel a little jilted by the word that should have made her happy. She should be glad to have such a friend. So why did she wish that wasn't the word used? Or was this slow burning dance they seemed to have done going to become something different?
The air suddenly felt dryer and harder to breathe as the realization came over Aspasia, and she straightened herself in her seat, nodding at Kassandra's words but inside, dying to ask about why Kassandra had kissed her that day. She remembered telling her, that day in Delphi, "I suppose this means you trust me." To which Kassandra had replied, "I don't know what it means."
The fire that was burning in the stove popped loudly and startled both of them out of their thoughts. Aspasia gasped and almost spilled her wine, and Kassandra swallowed a lump she didn't know was in her throat.
"Malaka!" Kassandra exclaimed.
They started laughing and both finished their wine in a few gulps, shaking their heads at how easily they had been startled. Aspasia's laugh was melodic and sweet, and it made Kassandra realize that they hadn't shared in too much laughter together, but she did enjoy the feeling as they laughed now.
"I think more wine is in order!" Aspasia said brightly, reaching for the pitcher and refilling the cups between them. They each took another drink.
"Aspasia—" Kassandra paused, tracing the rim of her chalice with her index finger. "I was thinking about the last time I saw you, about how I kissed you and how I…I hope I didn't overstep before. You just, you showed me you were to be trusted after all, and when I realized that you had your reasons…I was overcome—All I could think was to kiss you, I was so relieved that I didn't need to kill you."
Kassandra felt like she was rambling. Even so, Aspasia listened patiently and smiled with that sweet expression of admiration on her face. She couldn't help but show her admiration for the misthios. Her respect for the woman was immense, and now she was feeling something else. Desire now pooled in the put of her stomach as she looked at the golden-eyed demigod.
"It was not an overstep at all," Aspasia took a deep breath and flicked her dark brown eyes up to meet Kassandra's again. "In fact, I was taken, to say the least. I see now what so many desire in you, if I am being honest."
Honesty. That is all Kassandra had ever wanted from Aspasia, but now that she had it, she wasn't sure what it would lead to. She tired not to show her surprise at Aspasia's admission as she took yet another drink. The wine was delicious, for sure, but not even the warmth of its effects could distract from the desire she was having. She wanted badly to indulge in whatever was happening between them now.
Kassandra sat with her lips slightly parted and wetted them with her tongue before taking another drink in sync with Aspasia, this time holding eye contact. Her eyes had darkened a hue from her buzz and her growing urge to lean across the table and kiss her was gnawing at her insides. Aspasia was always so beautiful and carried herself almost as if she were royalty. The air of confidence about her had always fascinated Kassandra, and as they stared at one another, the room grew charged with the energy between them.
"Are you going to say anything? Or just stare all day long?" Aspasia asked with a giggle, sipping her drink again. Her cheeks became a soft blush from the wine's effects and it made her glow beautifully.
Kassandra came to her senses and returned Aspasia's smile. This time, she did so with more confidence as she leaned in closer to speak. "I'm sorry for staring, I seem to have forgotten how beautiful you are."
Aspasia felt her cheeks grow hotter, but she didn't shy away, "The wine has you flattering me, misthios!" She smirked a bit with a shake of her head. "You are that of the finest sculptures the Greek world has to offer." Her eyes batted involuntarily.
Kassandra let her ego inflate as she let her eyes look the other woman over, looking for the shape of her body behind her simple white and green dress. It hung off her tanned shoulders well enough, but Kassandra was forced to imagine what she might look like totally nude. She grew silent and felt embarrassed at the thought.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable—" Aspasia started.
"You didn't! The opposite, really…" Kassandra stared into the pit of her wine glass as if it would save her the embarrassment.
Aspasia's brow shot up, "Oh?"
Kassandra nodded nonchalantly, and inhaled deeply, forcing herself to meet the unwavering eyes that now felt like miniature suns burning holes into her skin as they studied her.
"Did you come here to tell me that?" Aspasia asked with sudden directness.
"I don't know, to be honest," Kassandra replied, standing up for fear that her legs may run off on their own if she didn't move them to disperse the energy that was building inside her body. She felt her body buzzing at Aspasia's question, and finished her second glass of wine. Aspasia calmly stood up and took a few smooth strides towards Kassandra and reached up to gently take the empty chalice from calloused hands.
With her own chalice nearly drained as well, Aspasia turned and placed both down on the table and then turned back to face the Eagle Bearer, dark eyes shimmering in the indoor lighting. She silently stepped closer, now only a dozen or so centimeters from Kassandra's face.
They both felt the other one's breathing quicken as the room grew still, save for the subtle crackles of the stove. Kassandra looked at Aspasia's lips, then licked her own again, and at last she made up her mind. It only took half a second for her to close the gap between them and kiss Aspasia in a passionate rush of desire.
Her hands rose to hold Aspasia's face and pull her closer so she could feel warm thighs and breasts brushing against her through their clothes. Her center twisted with excitement at the sensation that one feels when they may finally touch the object of one's desires. The petite woman gasped into Kassandra's mouth and allowed the kiss to deepen.
Slender, tanned hands ran up the length of Kassandra's defined arms as Kassandra's hands wandered down Aspasia's body, over her small waist and nicely curved hips. They didn't stop there—moving down more to palm perfectly round buttocks. Their kiss was so heated, that she couldn't help but squeeze the ass in her hands, eliciting a moan from Aspasia as her mouth fell open. Kassandra dipped her head to kiss down the smooth skin of her neck, not wasting any time biting at the vein that ran along the length of it, and feeling the rapid pulse of Aspasia's heartbeat under her tongue.
"Fuck," Aspasia breathed, arching herself into the misthios' perfect body. Kassandra drew back and cocked a brow, not expecting such language from the refined woman.
"I like hearing you say foul words," she remarked in between kisses.
Aspasia smirked and cupped Kassandra's chin with one hand, and traced down the center of her chest with her opposite forefinger. Her eyes shimmered mischievously, "Then I wish you would hear my thoughts right now…"
"Why don't you tell me?" Kassandra cocked her head, matching her playful look. Aspasia's smile widened and she bit her lip to stifle it. She grabbed a fistful of Kassandra's basic black dress, pulling her closer with surprising strength.
"How about I show you?" She found herself asking the towering misthios.
Kassandra let out a breathy, excited laugh, "Well, now I must know."
They collided in a heated kiss again, as if they were starved of sexual pleasures before that day. Aspasia released Kassandra's dress and slid her arms up around her neck. Kassandra smiled against her lips in that cocky way of her's, and reached down to hike up the long green and white fabric of Aspasia's dress until she could hook her hands up behind the backs of her thighs.
Aspasia let out an excited squeak of excitement as she was lifted effortlessly off of her feet, her legs naturally wrapping around the warrior's hips. Kassandra carried her to the table and clumsily placed her on it, causing the table legs to screech on the floorboards a bit. One of the chalices toppled over on the table top and clattered to the floor but they were too preoccupied to care. Their lips connected agin, kissing desperately and groping one another hungrily. Kassandra ran her hands up the length of the smooth thighs that were now exposed around her and squeezed at the soft flesh, drawing sensual moans from Aspasia.
Her legs tightened around Kassandra and she broke the kiss to put her hands on top of Kassandra's, barring them from caressing any further. She saw Kassandra pout a little and give her a questioning look, to which she gave a reassuring smile.
"Undress me first, misthios," Aspasia quietly demanded. She reached up and traced along Kassandra's pronounced cheekbone as the warrior started to pull the dress up. "Think you can handle being told what to do?"
"Is that a challenge?" Kassandra responded quickly, smirking ever so slightly. She pulled the dress up and finally got it over Aspasia's head, and when the former politician let her arms down, it was all Kassandra could do not to stare dumbly at the tanned, slender form that sat on the table in front of her.
Aspasia smiled confidently and crossed one leg over the other, meeting Kassandra's gaze as she leaned back on her hands. "Absolutely. I know you well enough to know you can hardly resist a challenge. You're the hero of Greece, after all."
Kassandra wanted to pounce on Aspasia like a lioness stalking its prey in the grass. She wanted to let go and ravish her with the likes of Hedone. She wanted to take charge and show Aspasia what she wanted, what she needed. As her desire stirred fiercely in her gut, Aspasia smiled widely and lilted her chin up, awaiting Kassandra's reply.
"I admit, I am curious as to what you would have me do," the misthios smiled down at her, reaching out to touch the bare skin of Aspasia's waist. She was met with smaller hands catching her own as a cocky smile took over Aspasia's features.
"Ah, ah, ah! No, dear Kassandra. Rule number one: I tell you when you can touch me," She began, pushing Kassandra back gently by placing a hand in the center of her chest. Kassandra's heart pounded as she allowed the raven haired beauty to guide her backwards a few steps. Suddenly, the mighty Kassandra of Sparta was looking quite meek and humble before a naked Aspasia.
"Do I undress, too?" Kassandra asked, looking down at herself, and realizing she was still wearing her quiver and weapon harness over her dress.
Aspasia held up a finger in the air to silence the warrior from any further talking. "Rule number two: No questions. Unless those questions are about the rules."
"I didn't know you HAD rules," Kassandra joked in attempt to hide her nerves.
Aspasia smiled widely and laughed, "Yes, I admit, I enjoy the sense of power it gives me. I have to get my thrills somehow!" She shrugged and bounced her foot up and down playfully as she eyed Kassandra.
"I understand the feeling," Kassandra finally relaxed, smiling widely in return. "What's rule number three?"
Aspasia gave a sly grin and pondered the question before answering, "Rule number three is simple: if you break a rule and I feel it needs to be punished, it will be punished."
Kassandra broke into a grin, then she stood at attention, as a soldier would. "I think I can handle that. So, tell me what you would have me do next."
Aspasia grinned even more and nodded satisfactorily, before gesturing towards the floor, "On your knees, misthios."
Kassandra looked a bit out of her element, but obeyed and felt her face flush again as she went down to her knees in front of the table, where Aspasia slowly opened her legs for the misthios to see. Kassandra's mouth fell open as her lust grew exponentially. She could see Aspasia's arousal soaking through black curls of hair between her legs and it made her mouth water.
"You seem hungry, perhaps you'd like something to eat?" Aspasia teased, arching her hips forward.
"I would, very much." Kassandra nodded obediently.
"Eat." Aspasia commanded. Kassandra didn't need to be told twice and leaned forward, wrapping her hands under Aspasia's knees and lifting them onto her shoulders as her mouth dove into wet folds. She moaned against soaked flesh and closed her eyes to the dreamy taste on her tongue.
Aspasia's hands found Kassandra's head and held it gently in place as her tongue worked expertly between her legs. She admired seeing Kassandra in such a compromising position and committed the image to memory. She couldn't help but moan at the sight and let her head fall backwards.
"That's it. You are a na-natural," she stated, failing to keep her voice steady as Kassandra opened her eyes and met Aspasia's as the politician let her head lull forward again. She gave her a look that said, "Tell me something I don't know." The sight of those golden-amber eyes peering up at her through that strong brow line was arousing enough, let alone working in tandem with the practiced mouth between her legs.
"Your mouth is div-vine!" Her voice turned into a more erratic moan, "Keep going, Kassandra, please…like that," Aspasia tried again to articulate herself clearly, but failed under Kassandra's touch.
Kassandra pushed her tongue deeper and hummed happily as more of Aspasia coated her lips. She so enjoyed hearing her name come from Aspasia's mouth in such a way, and deepened her movements. After a little while of giving perfect strokes and flicks of the tongue, Kassandra felt Aspasia's hips roll forward as her release drew near. The room was now filled with their combined hums, moans, and quickened breaths.
She gripped at Aspasia's legs as they jerked with ecstasy coursing through them. Her primal moans were casting up towards the ceiling as her body shook all the way down to her toes. Her thighs tightened around Kassandra's face and she balled one of her fists in Kassandra's thick brown hair, even though it was still in its usual braid. Kassandra nearly growled with excitement at the pleasing pain on her scalp. Soon, Aspasia reeled herself in, writhing from a sudden and explosive orgasm, and was now trying to re-moisten her dry mouth.
"Malaka! Your thighs are strong!" Kassandra remarked, pulling back as much as she could while Aspasia steadied herself, legs falling limply off of the edge of the table.
Aspasia let out a breathy laugh and finally willed herself to stand up, somehow still standing with perfect posture and a proud expression, as always. She was looking at Kassandra more hedonistically and her eyes looked so dark that Kassandra seemed to think she could dive right I to the middle of them.
Aspasia's demeanor was that of pure power and prowess as she pressed her body against Kassandra's—and in doing so, she slipped a thigh over either side of one of Kassandra's, and pressed her soaking wet mound onto the top of the misthios' thigh, right below the bottom of her dress. Her eyes remained steadfast, making it impossible to look away.
Kassandra swallowed hard and watched as Aspasia ran her hands up her sides, stopping to undo the straps of her quiver, and pushed it off of her muscled shoulders. Then she reached down and pulled at Kassandra's dress, taking it off just as easily for her and visibly marveling at her god-like physique.
"By Aphrodite, you are stunning, Kassandra," She remarked, her mouth parted as if she may take a bite right off of Kassandra's upper body. Kassandra cracked a humble smile and shook her head modestly (for once).
"Says you! Your looks disarm me, and probably everyone else who comes too close to you! Now, come here," Kassandra tried, growing impatient for more as her own wetness began dripping down her thigh while Aspasia ground her hips against it. Aspasia laughed almost mockingly and shook her head in playful refusal.
"And if I don't You think you're gonna take over?" She asked, cocking her head up at Kassandra, who was speechless at the audacity of the woman who was straddling her leg. "I make the rules, anyway."
"Do you really want to know?" Kassandra retorted, keeping her composure.
"Is the mighty Kassandra going to show me who's really in charge?" Aspasia continued her mocking, pinching Kassandra's cheeks as one would a child.
The misthios scowled and curled her lip as she pulled her face away, "Another challenge? Fine. Have it your way."
There was no pause after her words before she swiftly picked Aspasia up as she had before, so that her legs wrapped around the warrior's waist. Between heated kisses it took her all but three strides to find the nearest wall and pin Aspasia against it, using her strength to easy hold her petite body there.
"I knew you couldn't handle not being in charge for long," Aspasia purred, adding, "Have your fun while you can, misthios. I'll be sure to note all of your insubordination."
Kassandra let out a growl and bit down on the crook of her neck, sucking and teething at the skin to create a deep red-purple hue where her jaws had clamped down. Then, Aspasia let her legs slide down so her feet were back on the ground, but Kassandra made sure she stayed pinned to the wall.
"Why don't you show me how strong you really are, misthios?" Aspasia challenged her all the more, wanting to see what Kassandra would do next. She could feel the warrior become lost in her desire as her hands roamed any inch of bare skin they could find. It was not long before Aspasia could not take the anticipation any longer. She needed more, and she was going to get it.
"Fuck me," Aspasia finally said between kisses, her tone growing demanding again.
Kassandra smirked into her mouth and nodded, pushing her legs open forcefully as they nipped and suckled each other's lips. Aspasia obliged and held on to Kassandra's strong shoulders, but to her surprise, she was swiftly spun around and pushed, face first, against the wall. Kassandra used one hand to hold Aspasia's hips and ran her long fingers up the length of Aspasia's wetness from behind with the other, moaning into thick black hair as soon as she felt how wet the other woman was. Her fingers lingered at Aspasia's entrance for a moment, if only to get one last whimper from her, and finally plunged inside the wet center between her thighs.
"Oh, Kassandra," she moaned against the wall, sounding like she was chanting a mantra. As Kassandra began to thrust deeply, Aspasia braced herself against the wall, but The Eagle Bearer didn't hold back as her raw desire took over and her thrusts became deeper, faster, and harder. Sweat beaded on their bodies and had them both glistening in the low light. Kassandra moved her free hand up the length of Aspasia's beautiful back and threaded into her hair, balling some into her fist and pulling back so Aspasia was forced to arch back towards her as they fucked.
"Yes..yes, Kassandra, h-hard-er-er," She grinned as Kassandra roughly handled her. She was now eagerly thrusting her hips against Kassandra's fingers as they pounded into her. Kassandra couldn't help but smile with pleasure at the sight, and curled her fingers at just the right angle. She felt a hush of wetness on her hand and gasped, not stopping for even a moment.
"Don't you d-dare st-stop," Aspasia moaned as Kassandra's hand went from holding her hair, now to raising up in the air to deliver a few resounding slaps to Aspasia's ass cheek. The stinging made the smaller woman whimper in pleasure as a nicely formed hand print appeared there.
"You're so pretty from behind," Kassandra husked, her voice steady and strong.
"Yes…fuck me, misthios, fuck me," Aspasia implored, her eyes rolling back as Kassandra kept her hard pace. The Eagle Bearer watched in pure awe as Aspasia became no more than an animal in heat under her touch.
There were more cries from Aspasia soon after as a second orgasm racked her body from head to toe, her center tightening impossibly around Kassandra's fingers. The misthios moaned a bit as she withdrew them and brought them to her mouth immediately for a taste of her handy work. She moaned under her breath and guided Aspasia back around to face her. The dark haired woman was panting with her mouth open and staring dumbly up at Kassandra.
"You impress me beyond words, misthios," she panted, looking her up and down, still hungry.
Kassandra smiled proudly and leaned down to catch Aspasia in a chaste kiss. "Sounds like we should continue, then."
Aspasia let out a laugh and cupped Kassandra's face, meeting her golden eyes, "Oh, I haven't even begun to have my fun with you. I hope you're up for it!"
"Is that another challenge?"
Like that, they went right back at each other, all the way into the night.