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Raven yowled and started wriggling in his grasp. “Let Me Go!” She beat her hands against his back and kicked his chest, before a soft yip escaped her lips as she felt his seed seep from inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to keep fighting but the unsettling feeling continued to distract her.

The man gave her nubile rear a single slap and laughed as he carried her off into the wilderness. He didn’t even pause to restore any form of garment to cover himself as he carried the young grey girl off. Raven yelped, trembling a bit as the strike against her exposed backside succeeded in halting her struggles for freedom. Although with a clear, albeit angry mind, she set to work thinking of a spell to make communication possible, leaning down and attempting to bite her kidnapper, just for a little piece of vengeance. He didn’t even attempt to stop her, but his skin was taught and leathery, and her tender teeth could do little more than tug on it.

He carried her for some time; mostly up hill. Ignoring the shrubs he marched through even as he still had nothing to cover himself with, and after what felt like a few hours, long enough to have the moon reaching the further side of the night sky, but not enough to herald short of breath, the two emerged into a small camping ground. A light fire burned inside a stone circled pit, and a rough tent fashioned out of animal hides just beside it.

Raven had eventually managed to mumble a spell of sorts, something to allow her understanding and be understood by those who surrounded her, but she was still very annoyed and would nip at her kidnapper every time a particularly rough step brought his shoulder up into her gut. At this point most of his seed had dripped out and dried against her skin, much to her discomfort.

He threw her down, a little like a sack of produce, across a deer skin laid out beside his fire. He didn’t waste time either, fetching a scrap of cord and binding her hands in front of her, though the robe was clearly handmade, it was at least an inch thick and the likely hood of breaking it without some manner of tool was next to nothing.

Raven glared up at him as he bound her hands, crinkling her nose as she decided to give her spell a test run. “You… should have pulled out…” She turned her head away so she didn’t have to look at his face, even with it concealed she felt very awkward about this whole damn situation

The man turned to her, as he found himself a fresh cloth to cover himself with. “Oh, you speak Greek now nymph?” He smirked a little behind his scrap, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at her.
The grey teen snarled back at him, even as she continued to look away. “It doesn’t matter… you still should have… idiot.” She lifted her nose into the air and scoffed lightly toward the man.

The man laughed a little, and returned to tending his campground, he unfastened a small bag and withdrew some manner of dried meat, sticking it beneath his mask and chewing on it quiet noisily. Raven continued to sit where she was, pouting and shaking out her wet hair. “What are you going to do with me now?” She huffed a bit, and turned to look at the loudly smacking man.

“Now?” He ate his simple meal and turned to his fire pit, poking and prodding it till once again it ignited with fiery fury. “Now we sleep. Dawn tomorrow we return to mother Sparta where you, nymph, will be the prize of my krypteia.”

Raven tensed a bit and shivered slightly. “Sparta? Is that where I am?” She looked amused with this, perhaps even a little smug as she eyed the man in front of her. “How unfortunate.”

The Greek laughed at her. “You’re not in Sparta. Don’t spirits even know that much, or do you never leave your spring? Sparta is a city, and this,” he gestured to the wood around them, “is the wilderness surrounding Sparta, we’re not a day from the city proper. I was on my return when I stumbled across you.”

She huffed again. “That is even more unfortunate… don’t you… humans have anything better to do then bother my kind?” She was going to play along with the whole nymph thing, it was probably keeping her alive at this point.

Though again the Spartan laughed. “Ahh but we do take so much pleasure in, ‘bothering’ your kind.” He leaned in close to her, bringing his face near an inch from hers. “And I do mean pleasure.” He laughed lightly taking another bite of his cured meat, chewing on it profusely. “But do not dishearten nymph, you should like it as a servant of my house, laying about tending to… my needs, and those of my heirs, bearing me heirs…” He smirked a little taking another bite. “It should be a fortunate life.”

Raven snapped her teeth at him, ruffling up as she sank away from him. “You’ll pay for this… it may not be soon, but you will pay… foolish human.” She pouted and turned her back to him, though even as she began to plan her escape she had to admit, some part of her had always wanted to call someone a foolish human.

“Oh? Then perhaps you’ve not yet learned your place?” The man smirked again, moving for her once more, his intention clear in his eyes.

The dark girl let out a yelp and started to draw back from the man as best she could, turning back to face him as she prepared to defend herself, she’d aim for the tenders if she had to, but he was a Spartan, and she had little hope of really chasing him off. “No I do not need another lesson! I know my place… but I am not pleased with it.”

He reached for her once more, grabbing her by the neck lightly and pulling her toward him as he breathed into her ear. “Make well note of this nymph, I am a son of Sparta, and I have claimed you. Escape, even through magical means, and I shall hunt you to the ends of the Earth.” He released her and stood back. “Now. Does your kind eat?”

Raven shivered and tried to make a show of shacking off his touch. The pale female glared at him a bit, before nodding slowly. “Yes we do… and I’m cold.” She said this like it was all his fault, and that it was his duty as her capture to fix it. “And I do not want to be nude when I go into your city.”

“Well, you may share my tent with me tonight.” He said with a bit of a jeer. “But as for dress I’m afraid I have little to suit a nymph.” He gestured about to his meager camp. “Though I do have deer, I trust your kind can consume venison?” He offered her some salted meat, a day old perhaps, but still good.

She reached out with her bound hands and snatched the meat from him. “I eat what I please, hmph… what is your name?” She opened her mouth and chomped down on the meat, tearing at it violently, it almost hurt her teeth but she managed to tear a piece of the rough meat off and began hungrily devouring it.

“Kitos, and I trust you have one as well, or shall I simply call you nymph unto the end of time?” He smirked a little, sitting down on another deer hide while he tossed a log onto the fire.

Raven grimaced slightly, but sighed. “You may call me… Arella, Kitos.” The way she said his name it was like she had just tasted something bitter. The grey teen continued to eat the small scrap of meat he had given her, though she shivered slightly due to her naked and wet physical state. She began to scoot closer to the fire, keeping an eye on him all the while.

Kitos, aside from the occasional glance and self satisfied smirk, spared her from his attention. His mind was elsewhere as he kept his fire raging. The heat washed over the clearing, that damp heat that came from wood fires, smoke surprisingly sparse, but still there and on occasion the wind would shift to bring it across the campsite.

Raven finished her meal off and began stroking her fingers through her hair, getting all the new tangles out as she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She was tired, after walking and fighting and getting violated she wasn’t in the most energetic of states, so she curled her knees up to her chest and rested on her cheek again her knees. Her eyes fluttered closed every now and then as she stared into the fire.

The Spartan didn’t once yawn. Not noticeably at least. He did raise his hand to his mouth on occasion, but all that would escape was a muffled breath. Soon enough though he rose from his place by the fire, fetched another length of cord and bound it around the ropes already binding Raven’s hands. The length was stretched out and the far end was lashed about his right hand. “I am retiring for the evening, you may remain here.” He raised the cord bound to his wrist. “Or, you may retire with me.” He smirked a little. “The choice is yours, Arella.”

She sighed, and shifted to stand up. Raven was too tired to argue with him, or try to escape, so for now he had won. “I will… retire with you… master.” She thought that little quip might earn her less vigilance on his part, but he was a Spartan so she doubted it greatly.

He snickered warmly. “An inspired choice Arella, perhaps tonight will be the first of many we spend, intertwined.” The Spartan elite walked to the entrance of his hide tent, holding the flap open with one hand and the cord with the other.

The dark girl tensed a bit, and huffed at him. “Just because you have me ‘mater’ does not mean I shall make things that easy.” She walked into the tent, and tried to keep herself from shivering, just so that she wouldn’t give the bastard anything else to be smug about.

“Well then, that ought to make it all the more fun.” Kitos smirked, brushing a hand across the grey girl’s bare rear as she entered into his, admittedly small tent. He had fashioned the hides to make a hobble for one man, to share it, platonically, would be an endeavor.

Raven looked about the meager tent, and moved forward, getting on her hands and knees just to fit. “Your home better be much larger than this Spartan… I refuse to stay in such a tiny enclosure.” She didn’t know by but playing the role of a nymph was… slightly… maybe… just a little… fun.

“I assure you then.” Kitos crawled in after her, virtually on top of her. “It is several times a mansion; my fathers earned themselves a right in war.” He smirked a little more. “And I do them justice…” He stroked her hip lightly. “With my prize.”

Raven shivered slightly as she laid out. “Well, good then…” She turned away from him, hunching up slightly to try and seem unappealing. “Perhaps you can be taught to be more gentle.”

He laid himself in beside her, pressing flat against her soft form. “Perhaps you can be taught to surrender yourself to me…” His hands strayed across her tender frame, beginning their path atop the curve of her shoulders and trailing down over her warm flesh. “It will be easier.” His hands strayed to her breasts, cupping them lightly, before giving them a firm handling.

She mewled unhappily and straightened her back. “Maybe we can come to a compromise…” She sighed and gave in, curving her body against his and no longer fighting against his groping hands. “But you will need to learn to not treat me like some Spartan mule you may slap around; there are better ways of earning my obedience… master.”

“Hmm?” He leaned around to her neck, blowing in her ear. “And what better ways might you be speaking of?” His hand curled itself around her breast, taking firm hold of it while he pressed himself up against her.

The grey teen wriggled slightly and let out a long sigh. It might not be in your nature to coddle women, but I would be more inclined to behave if you did not treat me so roughly, you must remember I am not Spartan.” She actually flipped over to face him, removing his hands from her chest in the process.

The Spartan simply wrapped his hand down around her, planting his palm firmly against her supple, naked rear. “Well don’t worry then Arella. I can make you a Spartan.” He said this with an almost sadistic smirk beneath his scrap cloth mask.

The pale teen rolled her eyes and pressed her body against his, just trying to get closer so that he didn’t have the leverage to really ‘do’ anything. “That’s not what I meant.” She tilted her head back and straightened her spine, allowing her to press her nose into his mask, pressing her lips against his hidden chin. “You must learn to be gentle if you wish to keep me.”

Kitos smirked a little more. “Spartan’s don’t do gentle.” He rolled over on top of her, his hands holding him up on either side of her.

Raven crinkled her nose and turned her head as she pouted. “And nymphs do not do well in captivity… master.” She snapped her teeth and gave him a little growl before settling into the somewhat comfortable warmth of his body.

“Hmm…” He smirked down at her, lightly leaning toward her. “Well, what are we going to do about that, my captive?” He chuckled lightly, letting one of his hands gently brush across her leg.

Her body shivered slightly and the grey girl closed her legs together. “I’ll leave the answer to that little riddle up to you… Good night.” She huffed lightly and attempted to flip over onto her side so that she was harder to access.

Again the Spartan smirked lightly, more for the love of the challenge than anything else as he rolled over onto his back, lying out behind the nubile young girl. “Good night then, Arella.”

Raven arched her back, tensing lightly before she sighed and just resigned herself to being molested. Of course it wasn’t too much to hope that he would simply go to sleep, after all in her mind it had been quiet a day, so the young girl curled up slightly and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the hard, hot Spartan body that was just a little too close behind her. And though he remained motionless, his presence didn’t seem to lessen. He didn’t try anything, his day had been rather eventful as well, sex with a nymph, capturing her, on top of the basic survival and travel he’d been attending to.

Eventually the young girl settled into a restless sleep. Her lithe body flushed as she arced into the warmth of the Spartan next to her. She was always on the verge of waking however, she didn’t really want to sleep through another of his romps, she wanted to be prepared to struggle just encase he got any ideas. Though, aside from throwing an arm over her, he didn’t do anything too forward, and after he fell asleep he actually began to snore rather loudly. So eventually Raven curled around and buried herself into the man’s warm body. Her snoring wasn’t quiet as loud, more a series of soft cooing breaths really, her tired body finally settling into real honest sleep after a short while.

The two laid there, curled and bound together for the better part of the evening. The sun rose with them there in the tent, and Kitos didn’t begin to stir until the dawn was well broken. The wilderness was damp with the morning dew and his fire was down to embers. Raven laid softly at his side, smiling in her sleeping state as she curled into him and herself. Her knees drawn up to her chest and buried into his side, her feet rubbing over each other as even in her sleep the dew condensing across her body bothered her.

The Spartan however, rose early, the sun barely creeping over the horizon before the fit man rose from his bed, his nymph still tethered to him. He didn’t remove the lash before beginning to pack his things together. With the odd jerk of the tether, or being jostled by it as he walked, eventually the young girl was forced out of her dazed napping. Raven lifted her head up to look around before groggily eyeing her wrists and then her captor. She didn’t really want to rise this early, but she didn’t want to be dragged around when he really started to pack up either, so she yawned stretching and staggering to her feet.

Kitos stormed through his campsite, even dissembling his tent while Raven was in it. He used the hides that made up the tent as a satchel and packed up the remainder of his things, several sacks full of meat, and what appeared to be stolen bladders of wine or water.

The grey ‘nymph’ stumbled around behind him. The bright sky blasting her awake as she grumbled about behind the soldier, she wasn’t going to help him, and was pretty sure he wouldn’t have to ask her even if he had needed it. All and all he seemed to have everything under control. Raven was content with her job of keeping up enough to not be a burden. The one bit of attention he did pay to her was to toss one of the beverage sacks to her. “You should drink up, we have a long ways to travel to return to Sparta before nightfall.”

Raven managed to catch it, much to her surprise as she wasn’t usually that coordinated, and her hands were still bound. She gave the Greek a glare and started wiping off the neck of the wine sack. She sniffed the contents before sipping at it delicately. She didn’t like the idea of having ‘a long ways to travel,’ particularly not if she had to walk. “You’re a big strong Son of Sparta… carry me.” She huffed grumpily as flying sound nice, but given the era, and the man she was tied to, it wasn’t probably the best idea.

Kitos threw his belongings over his shoulder and looked back at her with uncaring eyes. “No.” Then he simply started walking, still holding his tether to her. Once the slack of the leash was spent, he jerked on it lightly, not enough to knock her over, just to get her to follow him.

She stumbled forward, nearly dropping her drink as she caught herself and glared at the back of his head. She sighed and resigned herself to be silent unless spoken to; she wasn’t one for complaining anyway, and if she got tired she could just levitate… at least for a little while. So she tucked her drinking sack under her arm and trudged along after her captor.

The Spartan simply walked ahead of her, as silent as the grey nymph behind him. He was slightly considerate at the least, clearing the underbrush with wide low sweeping blows of his sword, retrieved from his camp, and then stomping them flat beneath his warrior’s feet.

Raven felt the heat of the clear sky beat down upon her. It was strange but she was somewhat comfortable with her current environment, she could see clearly now and the ground was not too rough on her feet. She chose to think it was because she was used to uncomfortable things, ignoring the gesture of the silent Greek in front of her. She kept pace with him for the most part, only falling behind on odd occasion, and when she did the yank of the rope brought her right back into step behind him. “So, what is this Sparta like?”

“The glory of Sparta is unmatched by any city in all the world; it is the only city in which true men are born into the world by true women. Spartans are descended from Hercules himself, through him we are born of the gods, and the might of Spartan men is legendary. ” The whole speech rung of propaganda, but still Kitos seemed to believe it all with a certain fire. “As is the beauty of Spartan women.” He smirked lightly, looking the grey girl’s nude frame up and down, and then up again. “You should fit in nicely.”

She flushed slightly, tiling her head so she stared out at the landscape rather than back at the Spartan. “We shall see.” She knew a lot more than many in the time period, though she wouldn’t speak of it. It was then when it occurred to her that she was still without clothes, and this revaluation summoned an unhappy growl from the young girl. Although as a ‘nymph’ she figured she should be comfortable in the nude, she was far from it, and the Greek bastard leading her wouldn’t likely give her anything to cover herself with either. She ruffled a bit and began to walk with a more defiant expression, determined not to show weakness before her captor.

He simply smirked to himself and continued to walk ahead of her, hacking down more foliage with each swing. Though soon the two reached the edge of the forest, the Spartan sheathed his sword and simply walked out into the tall grasses as he was. The fields were too light weight to hack, and the itching they brought to bare legs wasn’t something a Spartan would pay any mind.

Raven skittered after him rather quickly. He may have stopped hacking the ground hazards from their path, but she wasn’t going to muck through a bunch of tall grasses with who knew what crawling in it. So she stayed a little closer to him and stood directly behind him. Her feet slightly ached, and her stomach gave a firm growl, which she doused by taking another sip from the sack.

Kitos looked back at her, having heard her stomach and catching the movement of her drink for the edge of his eye. He didn’t make a single noise himself, but did swing on of his satchels over to across his chest, still walking he rummaged through it searching for something to sate the young girl’s hunger.

The pale girl curled her toes when she would lift her feet. Her body ached somewhat, mostly because she was not really ready to walk this much. So every now and then she would give a sudden hop and float up into the air a few feet, it eased her aching legs and allowed her that small moment of glee before her feet touched back down on the damp squishy ground.

Her escort, or slaver, turned to her mid stride and offered a strip of cured meat half the size of his head. “To keep up your strength, we must walk all day to reach mother Sparta.” He sounded only a little irritated, clearly not used to such feeble travel companions or as feminine.

Raven huffed at him and grabbed the meat. “Thank you.” She looked just as irate if not a bit more than he did, she didn’t want to walk all day, and she was very tempted just to walk up to him, grab his waist and take to the skies. But she nibbled her meat and remained quiet glaring at whatever misfortunate thing managed to get in her sights, which mostly included him.

The Spartan simply threw his satchel back over his shoulder and continued to walk ahead of her, completely without regard to the state of the woman behind him. It wasn’t for terribly long however, the sun soon grew high and the fields of tall grasses turned into worn dirt road.

The young girl chomped down gratefully on the meat she was given, her eyes sliding half closed as she stopped staring ahead of herself and stared at the ground before each step she took. She was getting a bit tired and in an attempt to ignore it she started counting the steps she took. She was already annoyed with him and was getting more annoyed with walking, so eventually she just counted herself into a state of semi-meditative state and began floating a half foot off the ground, following daftly after her captor.

Kitos noticed her rise, but he didn’t seem to actually care that much. Just logging it away as evidence that she was probably nymph of the sky, rather than of the spring or of the forest, which actually made her capture more impressive, and lowered the odds he would ever take her off leash, as it were.

Raven was more pleased without walking, and eventually realized she was actually doing it. She didn’t know how long she’d been levitating, but obviously he didn’t care, so she simply continued, enjoying the lack of pressure on her aching feet. “How much longer?”

He looked back over his shoulder more at the sky than at her, measuring the placement of the sun and the distant hills. “Now long now. You should be able to sight the edge of the city just beyond that next hill.” The ‘next hill’ in question was more of a rolling plain blocking the entire southern half of the horizon at least a mile in size.

She actually smiled slightly as she floated over to him, still keeping a step behind him, but it made it easier for her to hear him when he spoke. She liked the sound of ‘not long now’ but that could mean something completely different for him that for her, so she shrugged and continued to silently float behind the Spartan. She had finished the food he’d given her some time back and now just took small sips of her drinking skin. “Will you put me on display when we arrive master?”

Kitos smirked likely. “Don’t be so vulgar, such things may occur in Athens,” he said the city’s name like it tasted bad, “but in Sparta we keep our concubines behind closed doors.” He gave a slight tug on the tether. “No when we reach Sparta I will take you through the city. Though who wish to see you can do so then. Afterwards you will be handed over to the house maiden of my family, she will instruct you in your expectations and provide you with something with which to cover yourself.”

The dark girl ruffled slightly as she was yanked down toward the ground like some sort of sexy balloon. She grumped as she floated down to the Greek’s right, fluttering about just above his shoulder. “How boring.” She pouted a bit, starting to fiddle with random strands of her hair. “Which way is Athens?” She looked about with a bemused expression plastered over her normally blank face.

“That way.” He didn’t even bother to point. He hardly even moved, he was more playing with her than anything else. Like he was going to tell his recently captured nymph where his state’s rival was.

Raven huffed at him, looking around the field just to spite him. “Liar.” She clicked her teeth together as she got a rather amusing idea. “Are we there yet?”

“No.” Kitos simply kept walking. She was certainly one of the most talkative prisoners he’d ever met. Okay so he hadn’t really met that many prisoners, Sparta hadn’t gone to ‘war’ since he’d gotten out of the academy, well it had, but it was just the war with the slaves they declared every year. That was more like a holiday than a war, a chance to go out and kill some of the slower slaves just for the fun of it.

She huffed again and rolled over mid air, laying out on her back while floating just a few feet above the ground. “What are you going to do while I am being educated on how to behave like a… servant.” She said the word with some distain, crinkling her nose and eyeing her captor warily while she spoke.

“Prepare for my induction to the military, and review the plans for the party celebrating my return to the city which my mother is undoubtedly throwing.”

Raven sighed and rubbed at her nose. She felt sticky and wet, and uncomfortable almost everywhere, and at the moment she would’ve done just about anything for a nice hot shower and some 20th century shampoo. “Hmph, how exciting for you.”

“I haven’t been home in years…” Kitos suddenly sounded somewhat sullen, as he could tell she was mocking him. Spartans weren’t supposed to show weakness of any kind, but he did miss his home. “It will be good to taste my mother’s blood stew again.”

She grimaced a bit and mewled quietly to herself. “Home is a wonderful place.” She looked rather introspective for a moment, thinking on her own home and how she’d ever get back to it before perking up and fluttering about just over Kitos’s head, just attempting to put his mind on other things. “Do you wonder if its changed? New buildings? New people?”

“Sparta will always be Sparta.” This again sounded like something was probably carved deep into stone beneath an ‘our founder’ statue somewhere. “Whatever changes, more remains the same.”

The grey teen tilted her head and smiled at him. “You Spartans… such strange people.” Raven laughed slightly and floated up a bit higher, stretching her legs and back as she surveyed the landscape around them.

“Says the nymph.” Kitos smirked lightly, giving the tether a light tug, just to remind her he was the one in charge.

Raven yipped softly, floating back down to him, this time running her fingers through his rough dark hair, just to give him that sense of a submissive catch. She let out an unhappy groan as the floated ahead of him and tugged on the tether. “I’m bored, and dirty… let’s move faster.”

“We’re traveling at a fine pace now…” He was starting to get a little annoyed with her now. “And you bathed last night, but as for boredom perhaps we could take a quick… stop.” The Spartan smirked, eyeing her naked body as his light loin cloth revealed a slight rising.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “It would be nice to stop for a moment, but then we would lose time… perhaps if you would allow me to carry you?” She wasn’t entirely sure if she could, but it was an idea worth trying, at least if she carried him they might get to Sparta before dark.

“I shall keep my feet on the ground if you please.” He didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her, actually less, since he could probably get her a good ten feet. “I shall not have you carrying me away to some haven in the sky from which I shall never return. I am quiet eager to see Sparta again.”

The dark girl huffed at him. She hadn’t even thought about carrying him off someplace, guess she wasn’t as evil as her father would like. “I would not harm you or spirit you away… Master do I look so untrustworthy?” She nibbled at her bottom lip, floating alongside the Spartan.

“Absolutely.” He smirked at her giving the tether another light tub, just to remind her that it was there, and he was in charge.

Raven snorted and hovered a little lower, levitating at his height, just to make him feel a little less like she was hovering over him. “Very well, I see how it is.” She crossed her arms over her bare chest and stared up at the sky, beginning to once again plot her escape. It wouldn’t be easy, not with her hands bound and her, well, lack of clothes, though having to place her trust in a strange man who’s idea of wooing involved rope, while getting none in return wasn’t an arrangement she was happy with.

Kitos simply walked past her, once she was beyond the end of his slack he gave the line a tug and kept walking. He was in charge and he was making sure she knew it, kinda like training a dog, except she talked and he got to have sex with her.

She snorted as he tugged, and sailed forward, just enough for her to get ahead of him again. “How much longer? I’m bored.” She was being annoying and childish in purpose, mostly because when it came right down to it, she was not a dog, and she would not be trained. She was a human being, well half a human if you wanted to be technical about it, but that alone warranted her some respect and understanding.

“Only a few hours and we’ll be at the front gates.” He smirked as the crested over the hill; off in the distance you could see the mighty city of distant Sparta in all its gleaming glory. Well okay it wasn’t really gleaming aside from the occasional fire there wasn’t actually any light coming from the city, and with the dark clouds of coal fed forges clotting the sky, even the relatively clean parts didn’t sparkle. Still Kitos took a deep breath, you could smell the ash even from here. “Ahh, mother Sparta.”

She crinkled her nose and floated down behind him. Her soft fingers wrapped around one of his shoulders as she poked her head out around him. “What if they have another lady already there for you? I will not fight some crazed Spartan woman.” She squeaked lightly and rested her chin atop her hand, which gripped his skin tightly.

“Worry not Arella. There may be a bride waiting for me, but you shall always be first concubine.” He smirked to her, giving him one of those, ‘You’re not getting away that easy’, eyes before beginning the way down the hill.

Raven sighed and gave him a quick lick on the cheek, just a sort of odd gestured she felt was befitting a ‘nymph.’ She floated away from him and laid back into the air, letting him pull her along as she moved alongside him. He raised an at eye just a little to let her know she was still being watched, before turning down the hill. He actually ended up holding her tether over his shoulder like she was some sort of war trophy, or floating prize, which technically she was, but it was still demeaning.

She floated alongside him, staring up at the sky as she got tugged along. After a fair amount of time she righted herself and went back to floating in step with her shirtless captor. She wasn’t sure she could survive Sparta, although she was supposedly a rare commodity, so perhaps she’d had less physical damage to fear. She didn’t like the situation at all, and couldn’t really plot an escape without know where she’d be escaping from. So she resigned herself to being catch of the day and letting him have his victory.

It took longer than it seemed like it should have, but in time enough the two were upon the gates of Sparta, and their arrival heralded no small amount of staring. The first to sight them called to the other others, and even before Kitos had reached the gates there were burly men and, surprisingly feminine women there waiting for him. And when they sighted the floating naked girl, several of them stared, some backed away in fear, thoug those were generally the younger ones, up to an age. The boys yet to be sent to the academy, or just recently returned were too interested to flee, the sight of Raven’s tender pale skin raising more than a few toga hems as she passed.

Kitos smiled and stood just within the gates. “Hail Brothers! Sisters, Mother Sparta! I kitos have returned! And as proof of my victory over the wilds I have brought with me my prisoner, the Nymph Arella! My slave from now unto the twilight of the gods! Hail Ares, Hail Artimis, Hail Sparta!” His cry sparked a rain of cheers and dozens of people rushed up upon him.

Raven lowered herself to the ground and remained close behind her captor, trying to remain as unseen as possible as people stormed over to Kitos. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the whole thing, she couldn’t possible take joy in it, despite so many people cheering. She was literally baggage at this point, the pale girl remained still and quiet as she slowly gave the Spartans as much space as she could give.

Some of the younger Spartan boys snuck up behind Kitos, far more interested in his naked prize than the returning man himself. A few began daring one another to attempt to ‘touch’ her, some fearing that she would use her ‘nymph powers’ on them if they upset her, and it quickly became a game of groping poking or stroking some part of the young girl before running off to the safety of the group.

Her captor was occupied meeting and greeting old friends, several of them wearing little more than himself as dress code for the streets of Sparta wasn’t as much as he may have implied, though those in town were considerably better fed, and while Kitos may have looked the part of a Greek sculpture, those around him filled the bill far better.

Raven yelped and started jerking each time she was poked or groped, eventually she decided to play the ‘feral nymph’ and began snarling at the closet small Spartan, bearing her teeth and hissing a she hunched her shoulder in the humanoid version of an angry cat arch. She wasn’t going to actually attack anybody, they were just curious kids after all, plus their mothers might be around… and to be honest tied up and tired as she was she’d probably have a hard time taking one of the kids.

The Spartan looked once she began snarling, giving the tether a tug and bidding his friends goodbye, he decide it best to take her to his home before something happened and she had to ‘apologize’ to some little boy’s father. His cohorts struck him on the back, congratulating him on his lovely catch and stating they’d see him that night.

The nude girl behind him simply crinkled her nose at the children around her before letting herself get tugged along. She began looking around, curios about the time period, she examed the way the people around her dressed and behaved, the way things were built, the sights, the sounds even the smells all flowing into her brain. She didn’t however like the bruise she’d gotten from one of the more zealous boys, right on her rear.

Kitos actually started paying better attention to those harassing his prize, and did his best to ‘scare’ away the Spartan youths, which in this case simply meant the giving them his patented ‘Spartan death stare’ after which they normally ran and hid behind the nearest object or parent.

Raven rubbed at her bruised rear and skittered after him, getting closer behind him as she inspected his culture. “I am still allowed to speak to you correct?”

“Of course.” Kitos smirked a little back at her, walking a little slowly he moved to stride beside her, still in front of her of course, but less so.

“Good then!” She perked up a little. “I didn’t want to speak to you and get back handed for ‘talking out of turn’ or something.” She rubbed her bruise a little more and whined. “Am I to be prodded like some caged animal every time I am around children?”

“They are curious.” He smirked a little. “You are strange.” He smiled back at her.

She huffed and crossed her arms. “No it is them that are strange… who pinches someone who they don’t know?” She whined a bit more and stopped her foot against the ground. “Ridiculous.”

“Spartan boys are raised to be cunning and brave.” He grinned to himself. “It is how I caught you.”

She blushed and grumbled. “Bah… rub it in.” She tilted her head to one side and continued pouting at him, before getting distracted by something someone they passed was doing and her face was washed with wonderment.

They didn’t seem to walk that far into the city, before her guide and captor came to a stop before a ‘massive’ three story structure. There was an open gate, an entry hall, a large entry door with an elderly servant maid standing holding it open. The Spartan smirked lightly, and took a deep breath. “Ahh, home.”

Raven returned her attention to him and then to his home. She was in awes for a moment before regaining herself and huffing. “It is… nice.” She ran her fingers through her hair and stepped to his side, examining the sizable estate. “…it is lovely.” She couldn’t help it, it really was a wonder to see an authentic Greek structure in its time and in use.

“Well let us introduce you.” Kitos walked forward, a bit more of a kick in his step as he returned to his childhood home. “Arella this is my family’s house keeper Urasa.” The elderly woman at the door bowed her head lightly. “Urasa this is Arella, a nymph I captured from the wilds, she will be staying here indefinitely as my personal concubine and trophy.” Again the grey haired woman bowed. “Now where are mother and father?” He actually untied the tether from around his wrist and handed the end to his house keeper before continuing into his home.

“I believe the master and mistress are awaiting your return in the courtyard.” Urasa bowed her head yet again as Kitos passed.

Raven frowned slightly and continued forward, attempting to follow the man, until stopping beside the house keeper. “Hmph… I suppose that’s that then.” She pouted lightly and turned to the woman holding her tether, smiling lightly. “Please to meet you.”
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