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Raven's Roaming: Greco Rae	By : DecieverGod Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 19345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Urasa smiled at young grey girl and bowed her head. “A pleasure to meet you as well.” She raised her hand holding the tether lightly. “A nymph hmm? This will be new.” She smiled again, this time turning into the house. “Well let’s get you dressed in something appropriate.”

Raven was very pleased with the idea of getting dressed and quickly skittered after the old woman. She took a moment to gauge her surroundings; the entrance hall was quiet spectacular in a mediocre way. The structure itself had nothing outwardly fabulous about it, but it was a splendid example of the times, and that lone made it marvelous in its own way. “Master Kitos told me you would… teach me the ways of servitude.” She rubbed her chin like she wasn’t quite sure of herself, turning back to the older woman.

“Behave, don’t insult the lord’s guests and do what the lady of the house tells you.” The grey haired slave chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, Zeus willing, you’ll get the feel of things fairly quickly. I hardly except anything too troublesome to be asked of you.” She smiled back at Raven, genuinely smiling. “So tell me, what sort of nymph are you? A daughter of Zeus, Cronus, or perhaps lord Ouranos?”

The dark Titan crinkled her nose, and attempted to cover her chest by crossing her arms. “I am what I am… I see no reason for you to interrogate me.” She wanted to the question to go away, she needed to put more thought into answering something like that. At least if she wanted to keep the nymph guise up for very long.

Urasa chuckled lightly. “Oh no there is no reason darling. It’s simply that it will be my responsibility to mind your schedule during your time here, so if you were to say, require a few hours beneath the open air, or strolling the gardens to lift your spirits. It is my responsibility to escort you, until you’ve proven yourself trust worthy at least.”

Raven sighed and tilted her head at the elderly woman, really giving her a nice hard look as she wondered just what it was she needed. “A short while where there is a cool breeze, and I should be fine ma’am.” She gave the old woman an impish look before closing her hands together. “So… clothing… I would not want to insult anyone with my nudity.” She tried to hide how excited she was about finally getting a pair of clothes.

Again the elderly woman responded with a simple laugh. “Oh, I doubt your nudity insults anyone.” It was spoken as a compliment. “But let us see about getting you some robes.” The grey haired house keeper slowly lead her charge through the halls, stopping somewhere within the servant halls. She opened a small wooden cabinet and removed a very clean very white toga, a sparkling bronze clip, and a single strap of leather. “Now hold still.” She turned to Raven with the articles in hand in immediately began draping the toga over her.

The grey girl held her arms to her sides and stood still as best she could, she would twitch occasionally, just trying to maintain the flighty appearance of a skittering nymph. “I do suppose you’re right, perhaps these ‘robes’ will keep the young men from pinching me.” She growled quietly just remembering the literally pain in her ass that had been.

Urasa chuckled lightly to herself, tossing the cloth over Raven’s shoulder. “They’re curious, and your form is an attractive one, not unlike myself, in years past.” She tucked the robe around the grey girl’s sides and bound it around the waist with the leather strap, finally clipping it all together with the clasp right over Raven’s midriff. The shoulder was a little loose, and if she shifted wrong her chest might escape, but it was more than she’d had before. “There now, that should prevent any further ‘pinching.’”
Raven perked up happily as she looked herself over. “It is quiet lovely… for mortal clothes.” She almost laughed at herself, arching her back as she continued to examine the new vestment, all in all, she liked it.

“They may be simple servant robes, but I do believe they suit you rather nicely.” The elderly woman smiled lightly. “Now would you like to see where you’re to stay?” She started walking, tether in hand even before waiting for a response.

The Teen Titans simply followed her, smiling slightly back at her. “Of course, I must know where I will be living after all?” She matched Urasa’s pace, and placed a hand on the elderly woman’s shoulder. “You are… strangely kind, is it natural or simply practice?” She asked as if this as if it were the most natural question in the world, looking both curious and wary at the same time.

“A little of both I would imagine.” She smirked back at the grey girl, looking back over her shoulder. “I’ve found that it serves a servant to be amenable to not only their masters but their wards as well.” She strolled through the house quietly, there were other servants, men, women and even a few children, but each had their own tasks to attend, some were wiping floors while others filled oil lanterns, and still more carried crates of something somewhere.

Raven actually laughed at her caretaker’s casual remark, covering her mouth with a hand to stifle herself, even as she grinned at the silver haired woman. She tucked her arms close to her both and stared at the tether. “These ropes are most unbecoming…” She pouted slightly, hoping to convince the removal of her restraints.

“I can see about getting you a nice bronze collar if you’d prefer.” Urasa somehow didn’t actually seem to be kidding. “But for now mind your manners, we’re to meet the Lord and Lady of the house.” She paused as she said this, just beyond the doorway to an open courtyard. It was a quite large place, and rather nice in its own way. Open to the air several large planters stood in the corners, while a large marble fountain gurgled in the center. Kitos leaned against the fountain’s bath, unmasked as he reunited with his father and mother.

“By Zeus, what has that rabble done to your beautiful face?” His mother cradled his left cheek in her hands, or at least what was left of it, which happened to be rather little.

He didn’t seem to mind much. “During academy an older boy attempted to make me swallow a knife, I struggled and the blade cleaved my cheek open, it never healed properly.”

“I trust you set him straight then?” His mother was again the speaker, talking of bloody vengeance as easily as anything, even as she looked over the remains of her son’s face.

“He happened to choke to death on his own knife the next evening, mother.” The Spartan smiled, which wasn’t the most handsome of sights.

"That's my boy."

Raven looked at her ‘master’ and his mother. She closed her mouth and slowed her pace ever so slightly. She didn’t want to interrupt, she may not have had anything resembling affection for Kitos, but a boy needed his mother no matter how old he happened to be or how hard his heart grew, and he had said it had been several years since he had last been home.

She took the time to examine the lady of the house, she was very lovely, but by no means delicate. Raven looked back to Kitos and tilter her head, he could have been rather handsome himself, had it not been for the horrendous scar across half his face, but in truth, the half demon girl wasn’t particular bothered by even that. He could’ve been Aqualad, but at least he wasn’t Plasmus.

Urasa stepped forward her head half bowed. “My lord, my lady.” She pulled Raven along behind her, but in such a delicate manner that it neither looked nor felt like she was actually pulling. “Lord Kitos’ capture nymph.” She stepped to the side, allowing the three to see the newly dressed girl in her full form.

“My, my.” Kitos’ father was a true Spatan, his natural beauty too muddled by scars more numerous but less obvious than his son’s. Several crossed over his chest, while a dozen marred either arm, and one went right acrous his left eye to disappear beneath his hairline. “She’s a true beauty my son.” He stepped over to beside the grey girl, eying her up and down as if he were contemplating having her right then and there. “I may have to borrow her some evening.”

Kitos chuckled, a bit of an unattractive action due to the wound in his cheek. “I’m not sure mother would appreciate that father.” He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, sitting back on the rim of the fountain’s bath.

His mother did the same, though she tilted her head back and adjusted her hair. “Oh, I don’t mind if he wanders son. As long as he remembers who comes first.” Her threat sounded almost sweet, while at the same time having the distinct tone of a sharp metal blade planting itself deep into her husband’s groin.

The man in question chuckled lightly, and stepped back from Raven, throwing and arm around his wife. “She is a lovely prize son, and a true honor to our family.”

Raven remained where she was, her eyes not lowered and her expression unmasking the defiance she held in her heart. However she still seemed at ease with them, in a certain way. The sort that implied she shouldn’t be, but was simply to spite them.

She tilted her head to one side and wriggled her nose, her violet eyes shifting from one person to another, absorbing their features until her hard gaze softened and the lithe girl tilted her head back and smiled. They were an interesting family, if not a big deranged and dysfunctional.

Kitos smirked at his mother and sire, and then turned his attention toward their housekeeper. “I thought it would be a treat if Arella were to serve drinks at tonight’s party. It isn’t many families who have a verified nymph serving their guests.” He leered at the grey girl, leaning over slightly and smiling.

She crinkled her nose and wanted to protest, but upon looking at her captor she simply sighed and weakly smiled back. She almost felt ashamed of herself, like she would truly ruin his homecoming if she were to behave crudely to him, or in front of his family and guests. She didn’t owe him anything, but still she felt obligated to at least make this day a good one for him. So the young grey girl closed her mouth and smiled at her feet.

“An excellent idea my boy.” His mother seemed to approve. “I trust she won’t be too difficult to get into shape before tonight Urasa?”
The silver haired housekeeper responded with a bow. “I shall try my best ma’am.”

“Be careful with her Urasa.” Kitos smirked, putting his hands on his hips. “We don’t want her floating away on us.”

Raven did her best to look hurt and put a hand over her heart, biting at her bottom lip and cooing softly. She wasn’t sure if she should speak, but then again she was a captured nymph wasn’t she? It was expected of her to be a little defiant, so she smiled and tapped her finger against her chin. “I would not dishonor this lovely home with ill behavior.” She bowed her head to Kitos and then to his mother and father.

The house matron smiled. “Good.” She took a step toward the young grey girl. “We wouldn’t want to have to mare that beautiful skin of yours.” She put a hand against Raven’s cheek and slowly drew it down the young girl’s face, simply admiring how smooth and soft and fragile it was.

The young girl under her hand tensed, a little insulted, but pressed her cheek into the matron’s hand, smiling a bit wider in an attempt to seem a bit more feral and thus threatening. “No we would not.”

She padded Raven on the cheek and smirked, turning her back to the grey girl and returning to her husband’s side. “Come dear, we’ve preparations yet to attend to, and I’m sure our son would like to prepare himself.” She grabbed onto her husband’s arm as she passed and, though she actually seemed to exert very little force, he left on her arm just the same.

Raven smiled sweetly for the brief moment before the pair disappeared inside the manor, and then quickly adopted a scowl. The matron may have been lovely to look at but Raven could already tell she wasn’t going to like her very much. She looked back to Urasa and tilted her head a bit, tugging on her bonds by pulling her wrists up and down.

“Is my room prepared for me?” Kitos looked to the elder as well, not waiting for an answer before he began around the fountain and toward the far end of the courtyard.

His house keeper followed, and by requirement of the tether brought Raven along with them. “Of course young master.” She answered so quietly and efficiently that it hardly seemed as if she had even said anything at all.

Raven walked after the them, looking around the house in search for possible escape routes. It didn’t’ look like escaping would be all that difficult, none of the windows actually had glass in them and the courtyard was entirely open to the air. It was just getting alone that would be the problem. Raven sighed and, after a measure more thought decided that Kitos could keep her for the day. She would escape under cover of darkness and attempt to find her way to someplace a bit more ‘civilized,’ Athens if she was luck, but anyplace had to be better than Sparta.

“Have my things been changed since I left?” The Spartan had discarded his mask, in his own home there was really little reason to wear it, though without it even watching him speak seemed difficult in its own right.

“Of course young master.” Again Urasa answered and simply bowed. “Your mother has had an entire set of new robes delivered in expectation of your return, several of them are of significant quality as well.”
Raven was fine without them paying attention to her. She was busy planning her day, and subsequent escape. Catering to the whims of drunken Spartans didn’t sound like something she would enjoy, but it should be survivable with a little guile, it was the escape that concerned her. Simply fleeing the city would do her little more good than staying. She may have had her own clothes again, and they would serve at least to disguise her, but she still had no food or water of her own, and though water might not be too difficult to locate, particularly from the air, she was not exactly a skilled huntress, nor did the idea of having to butcher an animal herself hold any particular appeal…

The Spartan and his housekeeper walked up a flight of stairs, and into a large room with a rather basic wooden bed, a small trough of water, and several dozen robes laid out in Kitos’s size. “Welcome to my room Arella.” The Spartan smirked at her over his shoulder, walking to his bed and the robes laid out for him there. “You’ll be staying here with me until you’ve been proven, trust worthy, as a servant.”

She scoffed at the man, but nodded none the less, beginning to move about the room as she inspected it. “It is… suitable I suppose.” She tilted her head up and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She wanted to ask where she’d be sleeping, but somehow she felt like she already knew the answer.

“Spartans are not raised in opulence like the fat slobbenly children of Athens.” Kitos smirked lightly and dropped his loin cloth. He wasn’t even mildly erect, and quickly replaced the cloth with his new, nicer robes, tossing a toga over his shoulder and clasping it together around his waist. With it on he didn’t look quiet as rough and tumble as he had before, but the missing second of his face did detract a little.

Raven rolled her eyes and tapped at the wall, just feeling out what it was made of. “Yes, yes of course.” She waved her bound hands at him absent mindedly, tilting her head back to get a better look at him. “But must you put me on display?” This whole being tied up thing was really getting old.

He looked back at her as he adjusted his toga. “Well, you are my trophy. Some return with wolf pelts, some come back with bear skins. I have returned with a living, breathing, nymph.” He put a hand on her cheek and just admired her face. “Although I could skin you if you’d prefer.”

She crinkled her nose and nuzzled at his hand lightly. “Let’s not.” She smirked and pressed her teeth against his wrist. “However, I have promised good behavior… not compliance.” A wicked glint flashed in her eyes before she turned her face from him. “I won’t be forced to service anyone but you will I?”

“Well, not physically, but you will be expected to serve drinks and such at the party tonight. I expect that more than a few guests will be coming to see you rather than me.” He walked over to a small sheet of pressed metal that served as a mirror, and picked up a small knife that served as a straight razor.

Raven grimaced a bit and stretched out her back. “Bah, attention… you can have it.” She walked about the room, inspecting the walls and ornaments as best she could as she remained tethered to Urasa. The elderly woman simply stood there while her charge and master talked. It was a talent to occupy space without demanding attention, and it was one which the gray haired woman had long since mastered.

Kitos occupied himself shaving, well what he could call shaving. The wound on the one side made it rather pointless there, but he went through the motions anyway. “Urasa, draw a bath, and add some perfumes. I’d rather not smell of the forest during the festivities this evening.”

The prospect of a bath was tempting, but rather than request it for herself, and likely have Kitos demand something in return, she stayed silent and leaned against what appeared to be the Spartan’s bed. Out of all those she’d meet thus far, she had to say Urasa was her favorite. Perhaps it was that she was a servant, or maybe it was simply that she didn’t act superior to her, but the old woman was certainly the nicest person the young titan had met in this time.

Urasa bowed her head to the Spartan man, and without rising asked. “Shall I have one drawn for Arella as well?” It wasn’t really an odd question, she’d been out in the forest just as Kitos had been, longer probably, though there was the possibility that that earthy smell was simply part of nymph nature.

Kitos tilted his head back, looking Raven up and down. “No… she and I shall bathe together.” He licked his teeth lightly and gave his cheek one last cleaning sweep with the blade.

“I shall have her meet you in the bath, my lord.” Again Urasa simply bowed.

Raven nearly fell onto the bed as Kitos spoke. She flushed pink and glared over at him, her nose scrunching up for a moment before she realized this meant she could get a bath. It hadn’t been too long ago that she had thought of doing ‘anything’ for a bath, so she leaned back and sighed remorsefully. “Goodie.”

Raven nearly toppled onto the bed as Kitos spoke, she flushed and glared over at him, her nose scrunching up for a moment before she realized this meant she was going to get a bath. And it hadn't been too long ago that she had mentally stated she would do 'anything' for a bath, so she leaned back and sighed. " Goodie." This likely meant she’d be doing the Spartan for her bath.

“Urasa.” Kitos looked at the old woman before taking his shaving blade to his hair.

“Of course my lord.” She bowed again before heading to the door. “Come along Arella.” She tugged the tether lightly. “This way.”

The grey teen lifted her nose to the air and turned on her heel, following after the old servant quietly. Her mood had risen significantly since learning she’d get a chance to bathe, she wore a smile on her face and brushed her fingers through her hair day dreaming about getting a chance to wash the grit from it.

Her elderly leash keeper kept quiet, humming a light tune just under her breath as she went down the stairs to the ground floor and quickly found her way around a few halls to a large open air room with a deep inlaid pool. Titles formed the Lambda symbol just beneath the surface of the clear water. “Can I trust you to stay put while I prepare the young master’s bath?” Urasa looked over to the young girl with an ineffable look. It might’ve been suspicion, but it could’ve just as easily been bemusement.

Regardless Raven’s response was the same. “Oh yes, of course. I won’t move at all.” An excited nod and a simple smile graced her as she looked about the room. She didn’t want to miss behave and suddenly lose her chance at washing off the filth one acquired from behind humped by a Spartan and then having to travel through the countryside on foot, naked.

Urasa eyed her lightly, but released the end of the tether, and went about the edges of the room. Just beneath the tiles was a gab, hardly big enough for the elderly woman to fit, but after she summoned some younger servants, they could hardly have been older than eight or nine, fires were lit and the room began to fill with a warm cloud of steam. The elderly house servant tended the edges of the fires, keeping them beneath the pool before turning to a warped wooden cupboard. There were several glass bottles there, and after carefully picking out the right mixture she added a bit of each to the bath water and the whole room began to smell lightly of musk and metal. Spartans didn’t even want to smell soft, like flowers or sweetness.

Raven was too busy being excited. She would shift from one foot to the other before starting to slowly circle the spot Urasa had left her. Never too far mind you, but far enough to let her scope out the area, the pale teen practically mewing at the idea of how water, she hadn’t gotten that since before her fight with Red X.

Kitos wasn’t delayed long. Soon he was walking down the hall, looking only a little lost, and as naked as the day he was born. The bright afternoon sun lit his cameral body, showing off more scars than could be seen in the moonlit night, small nicks here and there, never properly treated the small wounds left marks. Not that he paid them any mind.

He did however appear much cleaner than when he had first shown himself to the young girl. His hair neatly trimmed back to the Spartan expectation, his chin and cheek shaved clean, and his significant endowments, both physical and sexual far more obvious in the warm noon sun than they could ever be in the cool moonlight. “Ah, thank you Urasa.” He strolled in with a smirk, looking Raven up and down, his robes were under one arm in a manner which could only be accurately described as a clump. They were at least as far from folded as anything could get without physical destruction. “Arella, off leash already?” He smirked a bit more and put an arm around the grey girl as he threw his robes down onto the tiles just beyond the bath water.

Urasa took a moment to tidy her lord’s robes. “Anything else you require my lord?”

Raven looked over at Kitos, and tried to ignore his ‘endowments’ by tugging at her restraints. “I am just so well behaved…” She mocked lightly. “And I’m getting a nice bath.” She smiled at him before attempting to untie the rope binding her. She hadn’t said anything earlier because he would’ve just made fun of her, but the binding was starting to rub her wrists raw and it was very uncomfortable.

“And maybe more than that.” The Spartan gave her rear a light smack, just enough to make some noise. He was obviously intending to have his way with her during their bath, but first he had to attend to family matters. “See that someone comes to fetch me before the festivities begin.” He looked back to Raven before returning his gaze to the elderly servant. “Oh and something more fitting than rope to hold Arella, I may have caught her with it, but I fear rope weaving is not one of my finer skills.” He laughed, and Urasa bowed.

“Of course my lord.” She left a moment later, leaving the two of them alone in the large bathing chamber.

The grey teen let out a soft yip as her rear was smacked, but she’d been expecting the ‘maybe more’ so at least she was prepared for him this time around. Raven finally managed to loosen the rope and let out a happy sigh as her pinked and almost bleeding wrists were given some small relief.

Her ‘master’ looked her over one more time and then smirked, walking over and unbinding her hands completely. “I suppose you’re not going anywhere, for tonight at least.” He leaned in close and smirked sliding his hand up inside her toga.

Raven tensed for a moment, tugging her hands free of the rope once she could. She rubbed at her wrists and took a step back from the Spartan, wincing lightly as he felt her and she sneered. “No you won’t have to worry about me getting away, Master.” She turned her back to him, just trying to irritate him by ignoring him as much as she could while she looked over her worn wrists.

Kitos smirked and wrapped an arm around her throat, his hand pulling the toga’s strap off her shoulder. “Come Arella, I’ll wash your back.” He smiled a little and leaned his nose into her neck, taking a good smell of her flesh.

She gasped softly and arched back into him, just a bit, out of more reflex than conscious effect. “Yes… yes, of course, let me just…” She began attempting to undress herself, simply so that it wouldn’t be as provocative as he wanted it to be.

Not that he wasn’t trying, again his hands found their way inside her robes, one sliding lightly across her hip and down her leg, while the other curved over her shoulders and down to her breast. He didn’t even say anything, his shaft hardening slowly behind her, raising its head up to prod her rear each time he would press himself against her back just so.

Raven shivered and began to slip out of his grasp. “N-now now Master, let us at least get in the water.” She put her hands over his and tried to remove them from her body, trying to coax him off her. The grey girl was flushed and struggling to catch her breath, his raw sexual need was simply so overwhelming for the poor young empath.

The Spartan smirked slightly as he breathed against her ear. “If you’d like to get wet.” He removed his hands from her for only a moment. “Then we shall.” Before picking her up and tossing her into the water, following soon after like a drunken fratboy.

She managed a surprised yap before her mouth was filled with water and she was sloshing back to the surface. She coughed the moment she hit the surface. “Argh! Dolt!!” She shook her head out and growled as the wave of his crash washed over her.

Kitos burst out of the water beside her, shaking his head out and getting the scented water just about everywhere. “Hah, you said you wanted into the water. I merely delivered.” He slipped through the bath, throwing an arm over her shoulder and dipping her down a little more as he grinned his brutalized grin toward her, his hand slowly making its way down her dripping frame. “Now then Arella, where exactly was I?”

Raven frowned at him, punching the water lightly to splash him in the face. “You were going to clean your dirty mind up.” She huffed and did her best to slip out of his hold; she was ruffled, and not too keen on making it easy for him.

Unfortunately he wasn’t going easier on her either. He kept pulling her in close with the arm over her shoulder, while the other slid lower and lower with each passing moment. “No, I believe I was about…” He pressed a pair of fingers against the grey girl’s bald crotch. “Here.”

Raven gasped softly and tensing up as his brutish fingers pressed against her yielding crotch. She straightened her back and squeezed her eyes shut, growling quietly at the Spartan beside her. “Will you ridiculous libido ever be satisfied?” She hissed at him, squeezing her legs together tightly.

“Someday, maybe.” He smirked a little more, sliding his fingers further down, while keeping the pressure on her. “But not now, not today, and not likely this year.”

She flicked one eye open and glared at him through it. The dark girl placed her hands against his chest and huffed at him, before slipping down into the water till her mouth was covered. She bobbed back up a moment later, cheeks bloated and an unfittingly impish look on her face as she spat bath water right into her Spartan molester’s face.

He closed his eyes for the moment she spat in his face, and opened them as the water dripped off his stern face. He didn’t look at all amused, but it was hard not to be when you still had your hand on a young girl’s bare body.

Raven opened her eyes and smiled, just slightly, before leaning forward to take advantage of the ‘stunned’ man. She pressed her lips against his chin and took a deep breath. “You deserved that… after all the things you have, and will put me through.” She smirked lightly, and relented to his whims, releasing her closed legs and removing her hands from his chest.

“Well.” Kitos smirked slightly, grabbing her by her hips and grinning down at her. “If I’ve already paid for having it.” He leaned a little lower. “I might as well have some fun.”

She laughed softly and tilted her head up a little more, ghosting her lips over his for just a moment before arching her body into him. She would never admit it publically, and it would take the pain of death for her to admit it even privately, but his hard frame pressed tightly against her tender one, was all the incentive she really needed to cooperate. “Yes… you might as well.”

A stone smirk slowly spread across the Spartan’s face as his hands slowly slipped further down her grey legs, until finally he’d need to kneel to continue. Raven shivered against him, her stomach clenching tight. His fingers were rough and it almost felt uncomfortable against her smooth skin. She bit her lip and bucked her hips just lightly, almost impatient with him as her fingers found their way to his chest again, though this time the smooth digits trailed up to his shoulder and wrapped around his neck. She dug the pads of her fingers into the muscles of the Spartan and let out a light, approving, coo.

Kitos smiled lightly before standing completely upright in a single swift motion, pressing himself against her. His hand wrapped her legs around him and his throbbing erection dug into her stomach.

Raven yipped lightly as she was manhandled in to a more ‘open’ position. She gripped his neck tighter and tried not to seem a flushed as she was. “…K-Kitos…” She whispered his name agitatedly, one eyebrow twitching as she arched herself so he wasn’t so flush against her.

“Yes, my little nymph?” He smiled like a snake, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist. He was actually holding her a bit a loft, most of her weight carried by his masculine arms.

She leaned forward as she arched, her ample chest pressing firmly into his firm body. “How’d you get cute?” She asked, suddenly and softly tilting her chin up and letting the pink of her tongue flick out to brush the tip of his nose.

“Cute?” He almost sounded offended. “I’ll show you how ‘cute’ I am.” He grinned a little more, pressing himself more firmly against her as he reached down and grabbed her rear with both hands.

Raven mewed almost unhappily as a jolt shot up her spin and his hands clamped down on her rear. “a-ack… compliment, it was a compliment.” She was somewhat tickled by his rough groping of her rear, and she moved her hips back toward him, rubbing her sex against him, continuing to bite at her lip as a wave of heat rolled through her.

Kitos strut like that, with her wrapped around him until he reached the edge of the bath. He smirked at her, rocking his hips lightly toward her as he walked. His erection was already hard and long, throbbing between the two eager to be used.

She winced as her particularly sensitive parts were bumped by him, and she dug her nails into the man’s hard body, just to add a little more pressure,, if she hadn’t been showing just how flustered she was before, she certainly was now. She didn’t like how easily that throbbing heat in her got riled up because of him. She blamed the rippling muscles, the cameral tan and the bad boy attitude.

He pressed himself up against her, and laid her on the edge of the bath, one hand leaving her rear to brace himself against the tiles. The Spartan smirked down at her, pulling back just enough to position himself at her entrance. He didn’t even seem to notice her nails digging into him, not that he would. The young girl beneath him squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for him as she buried her face against the nook of his neck and remained motionless, just waiting for the inevitable stretching of her tender nethers that always came with his brutish form of love making.

He pressed her against the wall, and thrust his hips forward, completely penetrating her in one fell swoop. She let out a loud yelp and snapped her teeth down into his shoulder in an attempt to stifle herself. She knew full well that she wasn’t hurting him, but she still shivered as her slick insides squeezed and throbbed down around him.

Kitos smirked, licking his lips lightly as he began to pump vigorously in and out of her. His hand latched on her supple rear, while the other pressed flat against the stone tiles beneath her. Raven arched and wriggled against the wall as she released teeth, panting hard against his shoulder as her core gave a hard throb and forced her hips to buck back into him. “B-b-b…bastard.”

He wasn’t being a violent as he could’ve been though, compared to his earlier assault he was much lighter in his force, and though he did seem to make up for it with frequency, each time he drove himself into her he did so somewhat softer, perhaps not in individual strength, but he certainly wasn’t raping her. Now he was just giving her a little rough loving.

Raven mewled and yipped as she began moving with him, rocking her body in slow waves against his hard frame. Her core continued to clench down around him, sucking at him as she still tried to adjust to the sudden sensation of being filled so thoroughly.

He thrust himself into her roughly, a smirk across his face. “What’s the matter, Arella?” He licked his lips and thrust himself deep into her in a particularly rough manner, and Raven decided to ham it up a little.

She wriggled a little faster and nuzzled at his chin on his bad side. “Y-you’re… too big for me… it’s hard.” She let out a soft whimper and began bucking back into him.

“Well…” He smirked a little more. “Let’s see if we can’t fix that.” Kitos licked his lips and began pounding himself into her even harder than before, the hand he had planted on her ear groped her tight enough for his fingers to dig into the tender flesh. “If you can’t get used to me.” His thrusting caused the water to splash about their legs. “Than this is going to be difficult.” He leaned over the young girl, getting a deeper angle on her tender body. “For you.”

Raven tensed and started mewling lightly, each time he would thrust into her he’d press against the back of her core, each thrust bringing a thin sticky fluid to seep around the Spartan’s shaft. The grey girl grit her teeth and began to buck back more frantically, the molten coils in her core tightening as waves of euphoria wriggled up her core. His thrusting grew more fevered, he removed his hand from the tiles beneath them and wrapped both around the tender pale rear of the young girl as he pounded himself deep into her, leaning backward and putting more of her weight against his hips.

She released on arm from around him, putting her hand back against the tiles behind her as she curled forward. His hips would smash into her warm body and send sparks of friction into her gentle nub. The titan curled her fingers into his back and rode against him as hard as she could, bucking against him whenever he would thrust himself into her, her core virtually swallowing each thrust as she grew closer to her release.

The Spartan’s smile grew as he pumped himself in and out of the bucking grey nymph. He lapped at his lips as his grip on her rump changed slightly, only enough for the vigorous male to truly enjoy the feel of her smooth cheeks beneath his rough palms. Kitos began to pant lightly, the effort of the intercourse combined with holding her nearly aloft was beginning to reach him, but neither it nor anything else would slow his fever now.

She began to move more aggressively, rolling her hips in quick jerking motions to match his hard pounding. Raven clicked her teeth together before a loud mewl erupted from her, the head and throbbing of her core exploded inside her, her body surged with heat and sealed itself around him as she came far harder than she had expected and was quickly swallowed by the sweltry sensation

Kitos grunted and bucked his hips into her a dozen more times before gritting his teeth tight and erupting inside her. Hot white blogs of Spartan seed burst from him before his knees buckled and he landed kneeling in the bath water with the grey girl atop him.

Raven cried out even louder as he collapsed beneath her, she fell forward wrapping her arms around his neck and continuing to buck and grind against him. The young girl shivered happily as hot male fluid seeped into her molten pink core. She cooed and gave one find grind down against him, before finally tensing and fighting to catch her breath as her mind began to lose the fogginess of this ungodly state that she seemed to so enjoy.

The man beneath her labored to retrieve his own breath as an inelegant smile crossed his face and he dipped a hand into the bath water, cupping it and dumping the heated fluid over his head. He shook his hair out and huffed, licking his lips lightly. “Let’s do that again.” He planted his hands across her rear once again.

The grey girl snarled and nipped at the Spartan’s ear. “W-we… oh no no no.” She released him as quickly as her feebled body could and brought her hips upward, popping him out as even despite her protest her body remained tight, and she ruffled as she reached back to pry his hands off her slightly pink rear, it had been though a lot.

“What? Nawh, come on Arella. You know you had fun.” He fought to keep one hand across her rear, while his other attempted to re-insert his still hard self into her hot little body.

Raven shook her head and wriggled about in just enough to slip from his grasp, the steam, the water, and her own sweat helped in the endeavor, and the young titan quickly turned to locating her clothes. “I’m a nymph master… it’s my job to make life difficult for men.” She was a little more upset than she may have been, as with her wits returning she had begun to realize he hadn’t be pulling out… certainly she didn’t mind it in the throws and an orgasm, but she did NOT want to get pregnant, least of all by a cretin like Kitos.

The cretin half stood up, pausing mid rise to admire her sparkling rear. “Well then, I suppose it is my duty to make life difficult for you.” He grinned and leapt to his feet, running right at the young girl.

Raven yelped and kicked herself out of the water, splashing and sprinting as best she could to the opposite end of the bathing pool. She felt a strange sense of giddiness rise in her chest as she looked back over her shoulder at the naked man pursuing her. “N-no that is not your job master! No… w-we don’t have time for this silliness!”

He moved like a corning predator, a smile across his face as he chuckled at her. “Heh, sure we do Arella, after all, this is what you’re for!” He grinned a bit more, rushing to one side in an attempt to box her in.

The grey girl felt her heart jump as he found herself cornered. She turned back to look at him as quickly as she could. He was closing the gap toward her.”Th-That’s just awful… n-no you have to get clean and ready for the party, as do I… n-no more playing around.” Her arms shot up by reflex, her fists towards him, and her forearms pressed together over her head. She looked like she expected him to hurt her for trying to run away.

His intentions proved less aggressive, Kitos grabbed her around the hips and spun her half way till her back was to him. “Well then we’d best make this quick.” He smiled, and spoke into her ear, before bending her down and pressing her against the edge.

Raven wriggled and did her best to sink her rear beneath the water to keep him from reaching her nethers once again. “Y-you’re an impossible man!” She snapped her teeth back and riled at him.

“No.” His grip on her hips was firm, and though her resistance did slow him down, it was ultimately rendered futile as he thrust himself back into her warm nethers. “I’m a Spartan!”

She whined unhappily as her back arched and he once against crammed himself inside her. Her body had thought it might get a moment of piece, but apparently he was determined to stretch her to fit. The young girl ground her teeth together and panted lightly, her violet eyes narrowing dangerously as she glared over her shoulder back at her violator.

A smile crept across his twisted face as he pressed himself firmly and completely into her, holding himself there for a moment, as if he were planting a flag of victory. He gave her rear a nice smack before beginning to thrust against her. “I caught you again Arella.” He spoke beneath his breath, almost as though it were his version of pillow talk.

Raven gasped, tears pricking against the edges of her eyes as he rode over her already over stimulated core. “N-never said I wa-was a… v-very good nymph.” She grit her teeth and turned her head back, trying to shake the stretching sensation off.

He leaned over her, giving her shoulders a warm lap with his tongue, smacking his lips together as he tasted her sweat mixing with the perfumes and bathwaters. “I think you’re a very good nymph Arella.” He thrust into her once, just to punctuate his statement.

She arched her back as a single cry escaped her. Her rear stuck upward, pressing back into his hips as he drove his way into her warm body. “L-liar.” She huffed and tried to play like he was forcing himself upon her yet again.

“Only sometimes.” He licked the nook of her neck, “And not at the moment.” Kitos reached around, still pumping her lightly, less vigorously than he had before at least, and took a firm hold of her breast, groping and meading it between his fingers.

She yelped in surprise, her body curving back against his as her unease lessoned with every thrust. She was already tired, and she had no idea how she could play waitress at a part all night if he ran her ragged like he was. She growled and drove her hip into his gut, out of time with his pace she’d almost been going along with, just to communicate her anger in a way the brutal Spartan might actually understand.

He chuckled lightly, continuing to pump himself in and out of the poor little grey girl, a tight grip upon her breast and hip alike. His enjoyment was halted for a moment, not that his thrusting was, as Urasa arrived to provide the reminder he had requested.

She stood in the hall, just past the doorway to the bath and looked on with indifferent eyes as the scared Spartan continued to drive himself in and out of the protesting girl. “Lord Kitos.” She said only to announce herself.

“Yeah?” His response was to simply raise his head and look at her, leaving his hand on Raven’s breast and gripping her hip as he leaned back and continued to thrust without a concern as to their elderly onlooker.

Raven however was much more concerned about the presence of the elderly woman, and not only had turned several shades of red, but also began hiccupping as though she was beginning to cry. She far too embarrassed to get swept up in the feelings he could’ve been giving her had the old servant interrupted.

“You requested I inform you when the festivities grew near. The lord’s guests are expected shortly.” She bowed her head and held her hands together in front of her.

Kitos grunted and looked back to the grey booty before him. “Ugh… I’ll be ready in a moment.”

"Of course sir..." Her message delivered the elderly house keeper left the two to their mating.

The Spartan didn’t seem to care either way, grunting and pumping against Raven with a more expedited pace, hurriedly attempting to finish things up before the festivities began. She made a few, light noises, but was obviously not as enthusiastic about their rutting as she had been, and she hadn’t been that enthusiastic before the mood had been ruined. The grey teen somehow got the feeling that it really wasn’t that fun for the Spartan anymore either, so she gave off a stifled sigh as he kept pounding himself against her tight frame. “M-Master… maybe we should, st-stop?”

“I’ll only be another moment, then you can accompany me to the banquet hall.” He continued to drive himself in and out of her with more speed than attention. “I’d rather not attend my own celebration aroused.” He pumped her a might harder, really doing his best to speed the whole event along, togas did little to conceal erections.

She yipped slightly, crinkling her nose. “I-I would rather not go bruised… y-you’re hurting me.” She arched a bit more, giving him a firmer position to drive against. Of course even with the mood ruined she still wondered if her being on top might help, she did keep the idea to herself however tempting it may have been, the time didn’t seem right.

"Kitos are you dressed yet?"

“Gha!” Kitos howled in frustration, actually halting his thrusting and leaning over the young girl before him in absolute surrender. The voice belonged to his mother, who at that very moment was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and an irritated look. “Mother please! I shall be out as soon as I sate myself! I’d prefer not to greet out guests with my cock hard and hanging out!” He practically spat, his disheveled hair falling in his face amplifying his frustration.

His mother seemed more annoyed to find him humping a girl than he was to see her standing there. “Really Kitos, you’ll have all your life to play with your conquest, tonight’s the night of your return. I thought you might as well promptly greet them as they arrive, but if you’d rather satisfy your own yearn than listen to your mother, than I just suppose that’s who you are now. But I’ll have you know that that’s not the kind of man I raised you to be and…”

Kitos twitched a little. “I’ll be there mother! Just for the sake of Zeus give me a moment!”

Raven couldn’t help it, she was embarrassed but a small little titter snuck up her throat. Her head down cast she clasped a hand over her face, doing her best to stifle herself from laughing at the man who had himself deep inside her.

He didn’t remain that way for long though. The moment was dead now and not even his desire could resurrect it in face of his mother’s angry glare. He pulled himself from the young girl’s loins and stormed over to his clothes, erected and frustrated. The Spartan dove beneath the bathwater once along the way, washing the scent of sex and sweat from him, and replacing it with the heady perfumes of the bath. His shaft bobbed between his legs, hard and red even as he shook off and tossed on his robes.

His mother stood there all the while, making certain her son got prepared promptly before turning to the girl he’d so recently been inside of. “Arella, I suppose you’ve been rather worn from tending to my son, perhaps you’d prefer to simply display yourself in the central hall, rather than serving guests with the maids?” It would hardly be seemly to have the girl of the hour collapse from exhaustion while on display.

Raven stood up and shook out her hair, she didn’t really smell like sex, at least compared to the Spartan, so she simply smiled over at the mother, her cheeks still stained pink and a light giggle stuck in her throat. “I am rather tired… but perhaps might I do both? I’d rather not simply lay about the entire time, so maybe I could do so and rest, and then join the servers afterward?” She waded out of the water, heading straight for her clothes, still smiling at the older woman. She needed to get her bearings on the house, and up till now she’d been lead around, which did little to teach her the lay of the land.

The Spartan mother stood in the doorway, placing a hand to her chin as she thought. “Hmm… I suppose you can lay on display for the first half, then after dinner and Kitos’ official re-admittance you could join the other servers as a waitress.”

Kitos grumbled and stormed out behind his mother, his hair still damp and his robes clinging against his damp skin. Hs erection remained rather apparent though he did appear to be doing his best to dispel it.

The young girl wriggled her lithe body, shaking some water off before trying to put her robe back on. She seemed calmer now, the giggles had died down and she was more or less rested from Kitos’ amorous attentions. “It would be best, I am rather tired, and would hate to do anything embarrassing due to my exhaustion.” She looked almost guilty and ashamed of her own weakness as she spoke. “I am sad to say I do not have Spartan stamina.”

The blond woman smiled. “Don’t worry darling, you’ll pick one up. My son will see to that.” She smirked a little and turned to leave. “I don’t suppose we’ve been properly introduced have we?” She turned back and held her hand out for the young violet haired girl to shake. “My name is Kea, it’s my son who’s been humping you mercilessly for the past hour.”

Raven walked forward and took the woman’s hand, holding it between her fingers as if she were afraid she might get the beautiful woman’s skin dirty. “It is my pleasure.” She shook hands and bowed her head, still not quite sure how to gage the woman.

“I’ll have one of the servants lay a basin out for you near the entrees. Can you find your way to the banquet hall on your own? And I can trust you not to run away if I leave you?” She seemed sociable enough, but she was a Spartan, and of course if the histories were true it was the women of Sparta who were to be feared for their minds, all the men had was their muscles.

The young titan nodded slowly. “I may be a nymph but I would not rob a man of such an important night. I will not run away.” She rubbed her shoulder slightly, after releasing the other woman’s hand and began to straighten the robes she’d slipped into.

“Good girl.” Kea smiled, taking a step toward Raven and padding her lightly on the shoulder. “I’ll see you in the banquet hall, feel free to help yourself to food, but please keep in mind that the guests will be looking forward to seeing your beauty.” Somehow and it seem to skirt against breaking the laws of physics, she made it sound like something horrible painful and humiliating would happen if Raven wasn’t beautiful, while at the same time her tone never changed from that of the sweet caring mother in the slightest.

Raven swallowed quietly and nodded. “I am but a humble nymph my lady, though I shall do my best.” She spoke softly and finally adjusted her robe to how it had been before her overly amorous ‘master’ had managed to get it off her.

“I’m glad we had a chance to talk Arella.” The Spartan mother lightly padded the young girl on the back. “I think we’re going to be able to get along.” She turned, brushing her hair back over her shoulder as she did, and strolled quiet gracefully out of the room. “Don’t doddle too long now; our guests will be arriving shortly.” He voice echoed lightly and it was hard to tell just when she left ear shot.

Raven nodded and completely bowed to the other woman’s back. “Yes ma’am.” She straightened up and started fiddling her hair back, pulling it up into a tight pony tail, her hair curling in the bath mist, must to her annoyance. She took a piece of cloth from the inner fold of her robe, tearing it off with a brief application of dark energy; no one would miss it, and tied her hair back. The dark girl straightened her robe one last time, putting on the sweetest face she could manage, and walked out after Kitos’ mother, preparing herself for the rest of a long, and likely unpleasant evening.
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