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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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Raven yipped quietly as she was hefted up by the large man, wrapping one arm around his shoulder to gain a little sense of balance. She frowned at him, bopping him on the chin and beginning to complain. “You are a terrible drunk… you embarrassed me in front of all those people… You should fell luck I’m being so good to you.” She was, half teasing, the ranting easing her frustration as she was hauled down the hall, up the stairs and into his bedroom. In truth the Spartan wasn’t really listening to her, his hands sliding up her robes a little more with each step he took.

She stopped rambling somewhere around the top of the stairs, rubbing at his chin in a strange kind of affection, glaring at him as he carried her. “You know, I like your scar… it makes you distinguished.” She nodded more to herself than him and crossed her arms, choosing to ignore the drifting of his hands for the moment.

“I’ve grown attached to it.” He smirked down at her, setting the pale girl on her feet just before his bed. “I do think you look fine without one though.” His hands were literally inside her robe, firmly planted on her rear as he pulled her toward him.

Raven tried to side step out of his arms, wincing lightly. Sure she wouldn’t fight his advances while they were alone, he was a decent enough man, for his era, but she wasn’t particularly pleased with him doing it where anyone could just walk by. The young girl batted at him a little rougher than she normally may have, mostly because he was Spartan and she was catching onto the fact that regular forms of pushing punishing annoying people didn’t work on Spartans. “Yes I would rather prefer to remain un-maimed.”

Kitos snickered looking down at her lightly. “Well, we’ll try to avoid that.” He ran his fingers up her rear a little, wrapping them around her supple cheeks as his smirk grew wider. “But I make no promises.”

She cleared her throat and averted her eyes as she reached around and pinched his groping hand. “Yes yes, let us try… now if you don’t mind I would like to get off my feet.” The young girl stuck her nose in the air and huffed at the muscular man hovering over her.

He pressed his fingers deeper against her rear. “That can be arranged.” Kitos actually lifted her off the ground a little, using just the hand he had on her rear.

Raven mewled quietly and smacked at him, blushing softly as she tried to wriggle away so she could get onto the bed. “Master you are by far… the most… impatient man, I have ever met.” She bit her lip and finally managed to pry his hand off her tender buttocks, flopping down onto the bed behind her with a sense of temporary relief.

“Patience isn’t something warriors are taught Arella.” The Spartan leaned down toward her, one hand on her shoulder the other on her thigh.

Again the grey girl sighed, tilting her head up at him and closing her eyes for just a moment as she frowned. “You have a point… but it is something you should try to invest in.” She arched her back just slightly and ran a hand along his arm, enjoying the hard muscles tightly packed beneath his skin.

He leaned into her more, sliding his hand up her thigh until it slid beneath her robes once more. His other brushed across her bare arm, ghosting over her collarbone before descending down top to vigorously cup one of her buoyant breasts.

The pale teen yipped softly and tensed as he groped her chest, grabbing the sheets beneath her. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for him, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice, after agreeing to wait for the party to end he would most likely not take no for an answer, and she couldn’t have him looking about for her if she wanted to escape tonight. “Kit…os… not so, rough.”

He nearly purred at her, though in truth it felt more like a growl. “I’ve been waiting for this since the bath.” His hand strayed to the inside of her thigh, prodding her legs apart light while his other slowly rolled her breast around slowly, and at least somewhat gently.

She shivered slightly, and gave him a quick glare before moving her hands over his. “But I promised you something nice didn’t I? Would it not be suitable for to let me do the work, after all you deserve to relax now that you are home.” She had an impish flicker in her eyes, and grinned just slightly at him, trying to subtly slide his hands off her.

The same flicker passed through his eyes, and it left a smirk on his face. “Oh, you truly are a little nymph.” He licked his lips paying particular attention to his scar as he smiled at her. “Just what did you have in mind?”

Raven sat up, and managed to maintain her mischievous grin. “Why… wouldn’t it be more fun just to find out?” She blew a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, slowly raising her hand to brush it behind her ear.

Kitos continued to grin at her, his hands straying up from her legs to cup both of her succulent breasts. “So long as you don’t, bite, the hand that feeds.”

The dark girl coughed and looked rather offended. “Bite? Why on earth would I do that?” She scoffed at him, started once again trying to pry him off her. “I value my life far too much… come now, get off so I can move, you need to lay down after such a rowdy day.” She was smirking now, squeezing her legs together and pushing weakly at his chest.

The Spartan threw his arm around her neck, and with one movement, something that looked like it probably had its origin in wrestling, landed on the bed beside where she had been sitting, and threw her up to where he had stood. Smiling at the pale girl all the while.

With her hair all flipped over her face, she stood and stared at him for a moment, frowning as he continued to man handle her she simply stood back and started preening, trying to tease him just a bit. Raven tilted her head so she could look down at him, lowering her hands after she had sufficiently adjusted her hair, and put her hands against his chest. “You must make me a promise Kitos.” She leaned over him, lowering herself down to her knees slowly.

He grinned up at her, laying out on his bed with his shoulders against the wall and his legs hanging over the edge. “And what promise would that be?”

She leaned down and kissed him lightly, closing her eyes just to enjoy the feel of his lips against hers for a single moment. Raven pulled back and grinned as she leaned back. “You must kiss me before every time we do this.” She laughed softly, letting her hands aimlessly wander down his body.

“Tsk, every time?” He groaned a little. “Well, maybe…” The Spartan smirked up at her, folding his arms beneath his head. “We’ll see.”

She chuckled happily, her hands straying across the soft spot just above his groin. Her delicate fingers traced small circles, slowly moving ever closer to her wanting loins. “It would be nice.”

“Well, as long as I don’t have to kiss you after.” Kitos snickered, a rise already present beneath his toga’s flap.

Raven shared his laugh for a second, finally looking down to his crotch as her hands dipped down to meet right over his hardening member, rubbing it gently through the folds of his robe. “I want what you wore when we first met.” She pouted beginning to tug at the toga’s flaps. “Much less clothing to worry about.”

He just tossed the bottom of his toga open, revealing his erection to her with a single action and a wide smirk. “True, but I think you might draw too much attention in just a cloth.” He smirked a little more, curling a hand around her leg as he sat up. He was lightly petting the back of her thigh.

She huffed at him, and let her soft fingers wrap around his wanting self, lightly starting to work him with one hand while the other rested at his base. She bit at her bottom lip, inspecting him, he was certainly rather large, it was no wonder she had so much trouble with him when he was being so rough.

Kitos simply continued to smirk at her, it was one thing to have your way with a nymph, it was another have her on her knees, even metaphorically, and he was very close to having her literally.

Raven mewed softly, working his shaft a bit more quickly as she leaned down and blew across the tip, her hand beginning to work his base. The grey teen slowly closed her eyes and engulfed the man’s tip, letting her tongue rub across him as she squeezed her mouth around it.

He smiled even more, licking his lips once more as she took his tip into her warm damp mouth. This was something you couldn’t really force someone to do. Well you could, but there was an instructor at academy who advised against it, the kids called him stumpy.

The violet haired hero swirled her tongue around the tip quickly, bobbing her head once, then twice, then three times, each time pushing more of his hard shaft deeper into her hot mouth after every rotation of her tongue. She hummed into him, no longer working him with her hand, she simply grasped at the base, holding him in place as she worked him with her talented little mouth.

Kitos licked at his teeth, grinning down at the young grey girl holding his shaft in her mouth. He throbbed once rather significantly, even more blood surging to his manhood as it grew harder within her warm mouth.

Raven opened her eyes and looked up at him, they were clouded and half lidded as her own neathers began to burn from this simply act, aching to be touched. She finally decided to stop messing around and pushed all of him deep into her throat, letting the muscles contract around him as her tongue wriggled against the underside of his shaft. She moaned as her gag reflex perked for only a moment, before being set aside.

Her moan was joined by a light breath from the Spartan beneath her. Kitos sat up a little more, just sort of sliding himself closer to her as she shoved his entire length down her throat. The young girl bobbed her head rapidly, his shaft not leaving her hot mouth for a single instant. Her throat clenched and squeezed around him as she seemed to only want to push it deeper down her mouth. The only struggle she encountered was for breath, and whenever she would bob up she gave herself a short window to breath in.

The pale girl moaned around him again, vibrating her muscles around his manhood as her soft bare sex still hidden by her robes sparked to life. She looked up at him, devouring him as best she could. You couldn’t tell from looking at her crammed mouth, but her eyes spoke of a smile.

Kitos licked his lips, smiling down at her. “Enjoying yourself Arella?” He chuckled lightly, placing a hand against the side of her head and sort of, stroked her hair.

Raven let out a loud moan, and began bobbing her head faster, her tongue rolling upward as she suddenly popped his shaft out of her mouth, her saliva dripping from his hard member, and a length of it connecting to her lips before she pressed them against his tip. Smiling all the while.

“You really area nymph, aren’t you?” Kitos chuckled lightly, stroking her hair as he looked into her violet eyes.

She grinned a bit, sucking the slickness off his tip. “Indeed Master… I am.” She shivered slightly, and shifted sitting back from her and releasing his erection. She placed the pad of her index finger on the corner of her mouth and rubbed the spit off her lips, slowly beginning to remove her own robe.

Although Kitos was not the most patient of men, the Spartan stood up, his erection still dripping with her saliva, and took her by one arm. He pulled her toga off with one swift motion and practically threw her down across his bed with a torn smile on his face.

The dark girl squeaked lightly as she was tossed about, and glared up at him. “But, I’m not done!” She started to sit up, bent on being on top this time around, and put a hand out to try and keep him at bay.

His hand landed roughly between her legs. “Well, maybe it’s my turn.” He smiled and began to enthusiastically run his hand across her crotch.

Raven arched and pushed at his chest weakly. “Now I still have many nice things to do.” She wriggled her hips against him, doing her best to keep from moaning as he stimulated her heated core, it would only have encouraged him.

The rugged man continued to smirk down at her, looming over her just a little as he moved to kneel on his bed beside her, his hand still rubbing roughly along her core. “Well if you really insist.” He stuck a finger into her. “Maybe I can let you continue.” He wiggled his finger lightly.

Her eyes shot open for a moment, before she began bucking her hips and panting roughly, her slick nethers ached as she grit her teeth and shook her head. “Y-yes… l-let, m-m-me con-continue m-my way!” A hot yelp escaped her and the grey teen pushed at her molester even harder.

He laughed down at her, snickering almost as he pulled his finger free, taking a long lick before leaning down over top of her. “Well, just what did you have in mind, my little nymph.”

The dark girl huffed at him, glaring up. “You have to lay back down you intolerable cretin.” She shoved him, trying desperately to ignore the ache of her nethers. He was being rather smarmy for a man who was so controlled by his libido.

“Intolerable am I?” He smiled down at her, leaning over her a little more and taking a firm nip of the base of her neck, before leaning further down her and doing the same to one of her succulent breasts.

Raven yipped and whined as she continued to do her best to get the ancient idiot off of her. “U… uhn, yes n-now lay back down before I change my mind and fall asleep on your stupid self.” She snarled at him, not going as far as to claw him, but definitely pawing at him roughly.

“Heh, you think that’d stop me?” He muttered lightly to himself before grabbing her by her hip and rolling over onto his back, flipping her onto his stomach.

She continued to growl at him, shifting her body to try and free herself. “Y-you better stop or… I’ll use my mystical nymph powers on you!” She arched her back wiggling her rear just for a little something extra to move with.

Kitos ghosted his hands down along her sides. “Sounds like fun.” The Spartan snickered lightly, wrapping both hands around her rear.

She nearly squealed as he did, her body going ridged for a second as he sort of hurt her. The grey girl shivered unhappily and tried to get up onto all fours. “Th-that’s… e-enough you.”

“Oh?” He slid a hand down between her rear cheeks, smirking lightly as he probed her entrance with two fingers. “Enough is never enough.” He pushed both of them in up to the knuckle and began to pump her.

Raven arched her back biting her lip to try not to cry out as she dug her fingers into the bed beneath her, before finally managing to prop her backend up with her knees just when he plunged his fingers into her hot core. “n-nnyahh… p-pull ooutt.” She wriggled her rear and pushed her upper half up to match her backside.

He didn’t listen to her, just continuing to slowly drive him fingers in and out of her, a bit of a sadistic smirk on his face. “First… tell me something.”

She yipped and mewled unhappily, but nodded her head and continued to wiggle. “Y-yes… yes of course, j-just please, p-pull out.”

“Who’s are you?” His smirk continued as did his fingers, lightly, rhythmically pushing in up to the knuckle and then slowly drawing back out, only to repeat a moment later.

The dark girl blushed heavily, the act of being forcibly fingered wasn’t near as embarrassing as the answer she would have to split out. “I-I’m.. I’m, y-yours… always, y-yours.”

Kitos grinned a little more, pushing his fingers in as deep as they could reach and holding them there for a moment. “Of course you are.” He pulled them out with a single quick motion and proceeded to lick them clean, slowly.

Raven sat back the moment he pulled out, grinding her teeth. She was humiliated. The pale girl dug her fingers into the bed between her legs growling unhappily and biting the corner of her mouth as hard as she could, slowly turning to look at him lap up her juices. “Lay, your, dumb ass, down.”

He took his time cleaning his fingers. “Now is that anyway to talk to me?” The man snickered sliding across the bed to sit beside her. “You know, I think I like the taste of nymph.” He leaned over and blew into her ear.

A low growl escaped the girl as she grabbed his shoulder, using the majority of her physical strength to try and push him down onto the bed. She was going to talk to him however she damn well pleased. “Do, what I say for once, and stop being so impossible!”

He laid back, not because she had pushed him down, but because he laid down for her. The Greek was snickering lightly, humoring her, even as she growled at him. The instant he was laying down her was on top of him grabbing his shoulders and smashing her hips downward, pressing her wet sex firmly against his shaft continued to snarl at him.

He simply grinned up at her. “If you’d wanted to get hot and heavy, you should’ve just said so.”

Raven frowned at him, smacking his chin gently, just annoyed with him in general. She didn’t want to get ‘hot and heavy’ she wanted to shut him up and making him stop mocking her with his stupid super Spartan strength, but instead of bickering with him, she reached down and positioned his shaft beneath her, slamming her hips down her tight nethers engulfing his entire shaft in a single motion. The dark girl let out a light grunt, but the action had managed to shut the Spartan up for the moment. He was still smirking at her, but his hands rested across her hips and he was being quiet, so you could call it a battle won.

She groaned weakly, shifting her hips as her molten insides sealed themselves over his shaft. At this angle he was shoved into places that made her feel like her whole stomach was full. She grit her teeth and glared down at him through slightly watery eyes. He was still smirking up at her, showing off his teeth as he gripped her hips a little tighter, giving her a good thrust from beneath.

The dark girl put her hand down against his chest, leaning on him and glaring down before she decided maybe enough was enough. Raven wriggled slightly, just for a moment before suddenly lifting her hips and dropping them back down, rocking back and forth and grinding roughly down into him. Her breasts bounced buoyantly with her pace even as she held herself over him.

Kitos seemed incapable of losing his grin, moving his own hips beneath her. He was enjoying himself and that much was clear from more than just the look on his face, his shaft throbbing deep inside the pale teen as she bounced on top of him. She arched her back tilting her head back as she panted out into the air, her eyes halfway closed and her fingers twitching against his hard chest. The dark girl mewled and moaned out into the night, the ridges of his shaft catching against the curves of her body.

He was soon enough pumping her regularly, his hands wrapped tightly around her hips as he drove himself up and into her each time she would rock down towards him. She mewled down at the Spartan, biting her bottom lip as she continued to ride him as hard as she could, bucking and grinding happily as her insides clenched around his throbbing shaft. “uh… harder… harder.” She cried out to the air, digging her nails into his chest desperately as the heat in her core began to expand.

He grinned up at her, taking a firm hold of her hips and pounding himself up as hard as he could. It was actually surprisingly hard considering his awkward positioning beneath her. The Greek grunted low while drilling himself between her tight folds, his eyes deep and hungry.

Raven let out a loud yelp and pressed her hips down into his hard thrusting. She dug her nails against his skin, hard enough to cut him, her eyes watering slightly as the heat suddenly spilled over. Sweet smelling fluid flowed around his shaft, her body sealing down around him to the point of near discomfort. She moaned, yipping and gritting her teeth to try and quiet herself.

Kitos simply continued to pump himself in and out of her. He could feel her body closing around him, and was throbbing within her, but his grip on her hips and the grin on his face remained unchanged. She moved her hand from his chest to her mouth, blushing hard as hot tears rolled off her cheeks. The intense sensation racked her frame. Her core throbbed with a terrible ache, as her body kept heading even after she ceased shivering.

The Spartan beneath her continued to thrust in and up to her, a moment later however he choose to flipper her onto her back, and thrust himself deep into her harder and faster than he had before. His hands remained across the young girl’s luscious rear, groping lightly as he drove himself in between her legs.

She wasn’t going to fight him about it anymore. Raven laid back and panted up at him weakly, her insides hadn’t let up in the least, squeezing down around his shaft as he rammed it into her. She arched her back, pressing her hips down into his to give him something more solid to drive into and he grinned down at her, pulling her body up into his while he leaned over and pounded her rigorously.

Raven panted hard, grinding her teeth as she put her hand on his chest and pushed against him weakly. He was being too rough again, and her body was still aching from her orgasm and he still didn’t care. The vigorous Spartan continued to grin down at her, starting to pant just a little himself. Kitos licked his lips and reached a hand up to grope one of her breasts lightly, his other still cupping her tender rear up against his shaft.

She cried out quietly, still trying to push him back but now her biting the back of her hand to stifle herself, doing her best to hide her embarrassment from the leering man above her. His pace began to change from a fast rough drilling to a more serious series of long solid thrusts. He would bury himself as deep inside her as he could reach before pulling quickly out and then driving himself back in.

The dark girl arched and bucked against him, crying out every now and then but managing for the most part to muffle her cries. She glared up at him as her hot tears continued t leak from the edges of her violet eyes, more from her pervious orgasm than anything else. Her sensitive nub was aching and her body had not stopped gripping his like a vice, even as he went about with his hard thrusting.

He was out and grunting each time he pumped himself back into her hot tight core, one hand roughly massaging her breast while the other gripped tight into her rear. He was speckled with sweat and his toga was hanging on by a thread, but he was still giving her all he was worth with each of his powerful, brutal, thrusts.

Raven closed her eyes, clamping her hand down over her mouth as squeaks of protest began to bubble up. He was hurting her slightly, but it was only fair to let him have his fun, after all she had gotten to climax. So she remained uncomplaining, glaring up at him as her hips rocked into his pace of their own accord.

Kitos drilled himself into her, panting and grunting while he pumped her until finally he drove himself as deep into her as he could reach and climaxed. The Spartan held himself over her, panting hard as he unloaded hot shots of gooey seed into her core. Raven winced as once again he didn’t pull out, she wondered if he even knew what that was, but the pale girl had an impish idea and just pouted up at him.

“Awwh!”

The Spartan looked down at her with a half confused look, he was a little too exhausted to be mad at her but that was rapidly changing.

Raven crinkled her nose up at him cutely, a little something she’d learned during her time as a rabbit, and averted her gaze. “I wanted to…” She blushed and let herself just sort of trail off. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to finish her sentence.

He snickered a lightly, going back to just hanging over her while he caught his breath. The Spartan took at deep breath and pulled free of her, rolling out onto the bed beside her. “Well, the night is young Arella.” He snickered again, laying his arm out over his head.

She inhaled slowly, and closed her eyes, trying to regain her breath as she rested next to him. “I would rather the night be old so I could finally get some rest.” She flipped over onto her side facing away from him, nibbling at her bottom lip nervously as she started thinking of how she was going to escape with him fawning all over her.

He just chuckled and laid a hand on her thigh. “Well don’t worry yourself too much Arella.” He padded her on her supple rear. “The goddess Nyx will grant us passage through her realm soon enough.” He smirked a little more, rolling over to face her. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t give her a show.”

Raven shivered slightly, tensing as she curled her legs up to press them up beneath her. “Oh Master give me a moment to breath at least.” She rolled her eyes and huffed, not looking at him of course, but voicing her fatigue all the same.

Kitos struck her lightly on the tailbone. “Not a problem Arella.” He actually hopped off the bed, stretching lightly and tossing off the clinging remnants of his toga. “I need a moment’s reprieve myself.” He strolled, completely naked over to a cabinet and retrieved from atop it a large pitcher of cool water and a couple of clay glasses. “Thirsty?” He snickered a bit.

She looked over at him, sitting up slowly; she hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that would be nice.” She shifted onto her knees and faced him, trying to look more tired than she was.

He poured the glasses full, and then after taking a long slow drink himself and refreshing it, he carried the two newly filled glasses over to the bed. He stood naked before her offering a glass with a torn smirk on his scared face. “It’s not my nectar but it should refresh you.”

Raven flushed and snapped an angry glare at him before snatching away the glass and turning her head so she wasn’t looking at him and his naked form, before sipping at her glass slowly. She chose to ignore the smug bastard at for the moment. The nude Greek downed his second glass with the same speed as the first, and then simply tossed the clay cup back over his shoulder with a smirk. “Ahh, well, my reprieve is over, and I have a few plans for tomorrow.” He smirked a little more, leaning down toward her.

The grey girl hmph’d at him and scooted away from him to the other side of the bed, still sipping at her glass and ignoring him as best she could. It was sort of the only way she could maintain her dignity after he had so thoroughly given her a pounding.

Kitos just crawled onto the bed right behind her. “Perhaps we’ll even see to get you that, second cup.” He snickered a bit, reaching around the pale girl and cupping her breasts in his hands, causing her to jump just a bit.

She did manage to stifle the squeak that hopped up in her throat though. “When will you be getting a job?” She asked casually, turning to finally look at him. Her eyebrows raised in that vaguely curious manner all women had mastered.

The Spartan simply laughed. “A job.” He laughed again actually letting her go. “Woman this is Sparta, were men of able bodies perform the only job that their country asks of them. I am Warrior!” He almost looked like he wanted to strike a pose or wave a flag. “Should Sparta go to war, then I shall answer my homeland’s call. But until then…” He smirked again. “My only task is to do my family proud, and sire many strong sons.” His hands snuck back up her sides again, groping her breasts and pulling her back against his chest.

Raven sighed. “How comforting for me… Sire sons? Is that why you insist on pumping me full of your…” she paused for a moment just trying to find the most, elegant way to phrase it. “Human seed, as much as possible?” She sounded cold, despite the fact that it was highly likely she could get pregnant; she knew a few spells that could clear a baby right out of a girls system.

“Well, it’s not as though it’s a chore.” He smirked a little giving her breasts a nice squeeze and pressing himself up against her back.

She sighed and downed the rest of her water. “Says you… but I’m not a Spartan woman… I’m not used to being… abused so thoroughly.” She sounded almost like she was insulting him, although she didn’t try to get him to let her breasts go.

Kitos mock moaned at her. “I’m sorry am I too rough on you Arella?” He snickered a little, laying his hands down on her sides. “Well, perhaps you might like to instruct me on how best to please you?” He licked his lips, loudly and in her ears.

Raven groaned in annoyance and put a hand on his face, pushing at him finally as he started getting smarmy again. “Well first of all, you have no concept of… of well, anything Master… may I ask you a personal question?”

“Hmm? I haven’t measured it recently if that’s what you’re wondering.” He lay back on his bed, her basically at his feet while he lay out in the nude, bathed in starlight from beyond his window, broken by the wooden blinds between them.

She shook her head. “No, no… Master it might be an impudent question to ask… which is why I wanted to ask permission first.”

“Well ask already.” He scratched himself lightly, just sort of admiring the way she looked in the moonlight, and already becoming less than plastid.

Raven cleared her throat and averted her gaze from him. “Was… I the first?” She was just curious, but with what she knew of the Greek, he had probably had intercourse before, and most likely not with a woman, so she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know the answer, even after asking the question.

“First what?” He blinked at her like she’d just asked him the square root of something.

She sighed. “The first time you’ve ever… had… done it.” She pointed up a finger and with the other hand made a circle from her thumb and pointer finger, then put her index finger through the circle.

“You mean the first person I had sex with?” He blinked at her a little. “Well… No.” He knew that right off the top of his head, but he was clearly taking some time trying to recall all his past sexual encounters. “Let’s see… I guess the first would’ve been that elder boy my second year at the academy, broke his nose but he got the better of me.” He itched his sack. “Then… oh, his friend had a go at me, but I got ‘em both back a couple of years later.” Kitos snickered. “Was a whip in our game, got them both between the legs, one o’ ‘em lost a ball.” He snickered again, remembering the look on the boy’s face. “Then… I took some fem. kid a few years later, nice tight little thing, had a couple more too… yeah I had my own little harem back in school.” He grinned rubbing at his chin as he remembered ‘the good old days.’ “Course one of them had to try and get uppity every once in a while, gave me a couple of scars.” He pointed to a few on his chest and one on his shoulder. “Oh, and after I graduated there were some slave girls… one had this like, fiery hair, never seen anything like it, had it down there too, not like you.” He nudged her with his foot. “Couple of them weren’t as exotic, but easy on the eyes none-the-less… Oh and there was that one girl and her kid...”

Raven stared in shock and shook her head, smacking him in the gut. “Okay okay I get it, you’re a slut.” She shuddered and wiggled her hands about like she had just touched something icky. “You Greeks and you…” She paused as she sort of realized what she had said; she was being a little too… modern, at the moment, mostly because she was too tired to keep up her charade.

Not that Kiros was exactly one to pick up on her every peculiarity. He just sat up and threw his arms around her shoulders, giving himself a handful of each of her breasts. “What, you didn’t think I got to the quality to catch a nymph without practice did you?” He groped her a little too vigorously, really feeling up her soft fun bags.

She scoffed and smacked at him again. “I figured you had been with men and women before me, but it’s… not pleasant to hear it.” She huffed and seemed rather annoyed with him. “I’m… a very jealous girl.”

“Strange coming from someone who didn’t shed blood her first time.” His hands roved down to grope at her rear. “Some Satyr get the best of you Arella?” He grinned at her.

Raven huffed and crossed her arms. “Well, you caught me easily enough… is it so strange that others have as well? Besides I have also slept with women.” She tilted her nose up and started trying to scoot away from him, just showing off her displeasure.

“If you enjoyed it so much as to brag about it, then perhaps I should call upon my family’s girls.” He slid his hands down across her thighs. “Or tomorrow we could travel to the slave arena, I could let you pick out your own hand maid if you’d like.”

She shook her head. “It was not my choice… I am somewhat small for my… kind of nymph… easy to pick on, easy to take.” She growled and then perked up a little, turning to look back at him over her shoulder. “Master… another question please.”

“Hmm.” He was leaning over her, mere inches from her face. “This one will cost you.” He smirked. “Ask, and you must answer one of my own questions.”

The dark girl slowly nodded. “From what I’ve seen if a man is married and sleeps with other men or women, his wife does not seem to care. Is it the same… could a married woman sleep with other men and women?”

“Well, it would depend more on the man.” Kitos starched the side of his head. “My father for example wouldn’t really care if mother slept with someone else, but those of higher rank might take it as disrespect if their woman sought pleasure elsewhere… and some of it would bear on who the other was. Sleeping with a slave is common place, but another house or an enemy would be, frowned upon. Still I hear some of the more senior men whom fail to sire children, will pay virile young men like myself to sire a son for them.” He smirked a bit, striking a small pose. “My family has not suffered such an affliction in over six generations.”

Raven rolled her eyes and rested her chin in her hands. “Is there no such thing as fidelity here? I am so confused by you humans.”

“Well, it is not as though we do not take our marriages seriously. The Kings do take care not to sire sons beyond their wives, for example.” He leaned back again, sort of looking bored with her like he was talking politics and wanted to be sharing smut. “But now my question.” His boredom left as quickly as it had arrived a wild grin taking residence upon the Spartan’s face. “Am I really wilder than those beasts of the plains the Satyr?”

Raven blinked a bit and began to fan herself. “Well you are very enthusiastic… but Master, they are… shaped differently, down there… it is a very different experience.” She tried to look embarrassed and began to fiddle with her hair.

Kitos snickered a little more. “Perhaps I’ll have to catch you one to play with. I may have to be away if war were declared.” His hands were still on her thighs, even as he amorously cuddled up behind the pale girl.

The lithe nymph looked rather unamused, but rubbed the pads of her fingers over her lips, almost kissing them as she tried to think of a good question to ask. She wanted to bore him, to distract him until sleep over took his seemingly boundless form. “Well… I am not sure that would be wise, they are notorious for being more aggressive than nymphs.” She nodded slightly as she pulled more random bits of knowledge from thin air. “My turn… the food you eat, your father ate an eye… Do you not think this is, disgusting?” She seemed enthused with their cuisine and smiled at him softly, trying to appear as inoffensive as possible. She didn’t know what the hot buttons were, and didn’t want him coming after her again. She had already marked down ‘slapping in public’ on her mental ‘no-no’ list when it came to dealing with Kitos.

He tossed himself back, laying out on his bed with his hands tucked behind his head. “Well I never much took a taste for say, goat’s testicles, but the eyes are nice. Good an’ juicy if you get ‘em cooked right, and there’s nothing quite like biting into a nice fresh pig’s heart. Especially if he’s fresh out of the fire, nice and hot, blood’s still thick and gooey.” The Spartan licked at his lips

Raven shuddered and made a face, sticking her tongue out at the idea and rubbing her cheeks. “That is just… foul. I like meat as much as the next, but… all those parts… yuck!” She shivered again, remembering the distinct crunch & pop of the eye that his father had eaten. “Although I must confess my admiration for your father’s chivalry.” She wanted to point this out, somewhat curious if it was just the way his father was, or if she was really as unique of a prize as she felt. After all they had wanted to put her on display.

“Huh?” Kitos just stared at her, rather unaware of the event in question, and not terribly familiar with the word ‘chivalry’ either.

The pale nymph stared right back at him, sort of trying to figure out what she had said that had so confused him. She had forgotten for a moment that he was a simple Spartan boy. “Oh uhm… Your turn!” She shifted away from him, moving back down the bet and fixing her gaze on the walls, relying on his short attention span to avert his question, she wasn’t really sure she should explain herself to him, and she was too tired to try, she really just wanted to get this whole escape plan underway.

The Spartan smirked lightly, his mind quick to forget its own failings, particularly in the presence of a delectable young woman, naked and in his bed, ripe for him to do as he liked with, etc. “Well now…” Kitos slid down the bed coming to knee behind her as his hands graced atop her shoulders. “Oh I’ve got a good one. Have you ever been captured by a man before? And spare no detail.

Raven tensed as he touched her, her back arching as she shivered from his touch. It wasn’t out of fear but tired nervousness that she did this. It wasn’t as if she had never been molested by him before. “Once… A long time ago… But believe me it is not something a man like you could comprehend.” Even in her tired state she was teasing him, speaking as if she viewed him as a lesser being. Of course that wasn’t the case, she just wanted a little revenge for her aching rear and humiliation.

“Oh? Was it not a mortal that captured you? Be it a beast or something more?” Kitos seemed deeply interested in the sorted tail of her past adventures.

The nymph crinkled her nose, and peered at him over her shoulder. She stared at him slightly before a flicker of a smile flashed through her eyes. “I shouldn’t tell you… I could get in trouble for it you see.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, then turned back to look away from him and tilted her nose up for an extra dose of ‘better than thou art.’

“Oh?” The Spartan slid around her, looking her in the face. “Is it some sorted tale of some divine body forcing itself upon you?”

Raven huffed and appeared actually distraught, though it was an act. She covered her mouth and hiccupped a few times, shivering and turning her head so that her face was turned from his. “I would rather not… speak of him in such a way.” She was having fun, just the look of curiosity on her master’s face made her like him… sort of.

Kitos’ hands slid down her sides, running his fingers up and down her ribs. “Come now Arella, surely you can manage a little slip; I am your lord after all.”

The grey teen perked up slightly as a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Are you?” She removed her hand from her mouth and looked straight at him, her smugness wasn’t really capable of being hidden. She reached forward and moved her soft digits up toward his grotesque scar. “Kitos…?”

He grinned at her, apparently less concerned with his grisly appearance than his mother. “Yes Arella?”

Raven leaned forward, using her fingers to hold his chin. She turned his head quickly to one side, and placed a kiss on his exposed teeth. “You are a very handsome mortal.” She wanted to stroke his ego a bit, it’d be nice to stroke something… platonic for once. The grey nymph mewled a bit as she released him, stretching out a bit, trying to hint to her master that she was tired, perhaps he would be kind and allow them both a chance to rest.

“And you Arella.” Kitos stood up behind her pressing himself against her rear. “Are a most attractive nymph.” He licked his teeth and ground his groin against her lightly.

The nymph slave whined and collapsed down onto his tiny bed, covering her butt with her hands and frowning up at him cutely. “Oh please… you will have me forever… may we simply rest together?” She begged him weakly, really not wanting to go another round with the amorous Spartan. “I cannot learn to love you if you are constantly assaulting me with your manhood.”

“Awh, but my manhood aches for you.” Kitos smirked a little rocking his crotch toward the young grey girl. He laughed a little but hopped down onto his bed beside her. “But I suppose even the tide must rest itself sometimes.

Raven seemed happy with this arrangement, sliding up closer while facing him and nosing at his chin softly. “Yes it must, and patience is a virtue that gains its own rewards.” She licked at his neck once, cooing out soft affection as her eyes slid shut and she wiggled to get closer to his head. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say.”

“Whomever says that sounds like a fool and an Athenian.” Kitos chuckled lightly and rolled over onto his side, smiling at the naked grey girl behind him.

She giggled slightly and covered her mouth. “You mortals… all the same to me… no offense but it is hard for me to tell.” She curled toward him closing her eyes and smiling slightly as she appeared to settle in for sleep. “But true it is… The more you desire something and the longer it takes for you to get it, the more you will enjoy it when you finally have it.”

“The more I desire something, the more I want it to arrive so that I might enjoy it.” Kitos was a simple man, very simple.

The nymph gave a snort and laughed at him sleepily before turning to face away from him, and wriggling down into the rough mattress of his bed. “Yes yes… well as you said… The tides must rest sometimes… so let us rest.” She pawed a hand over her shoulder at him and let out a content sigh. She was already fighting the urge to sleep as she laid in the warm comfort that he provided.

The Spartan grinned a little, but rolled onto his back, tucking his arms behind his head and taking a deep breath. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes and attempting to sleep, at least temporarily.

Raven remained still, breathing slowly as she forced her mind awake. She would shift every now and then but for the most part she was simply trying to stay awake and wait for him to sleep. She held one ear to the air, listening for his shallow steady breath to shift and the tell tale signs of snoring that would let her know he was out.

Kitos didn’t seem to be going to sleep too easily. He would shift occasionally itch one leg with the other, scratch at his chest or adjust his manhood. Eventually the ashen teen turned toward him after awhile and sat up. She glared down at him before crossing her legs and huffing. “Kitos… flip over onto your stomach.” She pawed at his shoulder slightly, perhaps rubbing his defined muscles would ease him to sleep and keep her awake.

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow at her and yawned. “Why? If I’m on my stomach I can’t enjoy the night air.”

She huffed and began trying to flip him over herself. “I can help you sleep, but you have to roll over when I’m done.” She snapped her teeth at him and rubbed her fingers over the scarred flesh of his chest. “I promise it will be good.”

“I know how you can help me sleep.” He smirked over at her. “And I know it will be good.”

The nymph growled at him crinkling her nose. “Roll over you horny bastard.” She clicked her teeth together in a kind of irate warning. She was trying to escape and he was ruining her plans without even knowing it.

Still Kitos chuckled lightly and rolled over onto his stomach. Raven crawled over on top of him, straddling his waist and placing her hands over his shoulder blades. Her soft curvaceous rear rested atop his own as her fingers began rubbing rough circles into the flesh of his back. She even applied some pressure to see if she could work out some cricks in his back. A back massage was always a good way to relax someone into a mild sleep coma.

“Ehm…” Kitos really wanted to complain, but he had a naked grey girl laying on his back, so it was hard to think of a reason.

She lifted a brow at him, and tilted her head slightly, continuing to rub at his muscles. “What is it? Am I hurting you?” She said that last little quip as if she was coddling a small child, letting up on her ministrations and making a sad cooing noise at his expense.

“Nawh… feels nice, soft little rear on my back.” He chuckled lightly. “Better when you ain’t a boy.”

Raven laughed with him and returned to kneading his hard flesh. Soft pawing circles working into his scared tanned skin. “Whenever me and my sisters would have frights in our sleep… or would be unable to sleep… Our nursery mothers would rub our shoulders to ease us into soft warm sleep… they would also sing but I am afraid I am not blessed with such a gift.” For a fake story she spoke of it with reverence as if she truly wished that had been her history. A sad expression darkened her features as she continued to massage his hardened frame.

“Nursery mother? Hmm, figures nymphs would be raised by women.” He chuckled lightly, his chest shaking her up and down as he did.

“Of course, you didn’t think if we were raised by a male we would seek out men instead of flee from them?” She laughed softly as her hands moved to the back of his neck, lithe digits rubbing into his scalp as she started recalling the different sections of the house. In truth the instant he fell asleep she was going to steal some food and a water pouch and simply phase through the house walls and fly her tight little ass as far from Sparta as she could.

“I never gave much thought to how nymphs were raised. I suppose I would’ve just through they were about.” Kitos rolled his neck and yawned once more.

Raven rubbed at his scalp and the back of his neck a bit more before moving down to his shoulders. “Well I suppose when one is raised as you, the workings of nymphs aren’t that important… after all you did not plan to catch me.” She seemed a bit smug with that, smirking down at him as she felt much more awake than she had previous, although the gnaw of sleep still worked at her heavy eyes. She had the map of his house rushing about through the electric pathways of her brain. Her plan was only caught on one stubborn snare, and its name was Kitos.

“Well, I must say, I’m happy I did catch you. It’s working out mighty fine for all around.” He snickered a little, getting a bit lethargic as she rubbed over his shoulders.

The Titans smiled a bit and pulled a little trick out of her hat, as she rubbed his shoulders she began radiating her own fatigue, just letting the stressed heavy pressure of the sleep she so desperately craved settle on him like a thin layer of snow. Raven wasn’t normally one to shove her emotions around, but he was frustrating her and he needed to sleep. “Perhaps… Althrough I do wish you hadn’t spilt that drink on me.”

The Spartan snickered quietly. “Awh, but ya got such a nice bust.” He grinned to himself, his eyes sliding closed as he yawned into the pillow beneath him.

Raven nodded in annoyed agreement. “Yes, yes, but you forced me to slap you… and then flee… although I was pleased I could tease you with your friends.” She let out a soft laugh as she began gently ghosting her fingers over his skin instead f digging into his muscles.

“Eheh, my friends are the best folk around.” Kitos yawned again sort of dozing off now.

The dark girl ceased talking as she merely let off a soft. “Mhm.” Before going about humming to him quietly, continuing to rub at him gently, she really did feel a little guilty, wondering if he would be hurt or upset by her treachery. He would probably be pissed if he ever caught up to her! She shuddered at the thought; that could earn her a beating that would last her a life time.

The pale nymph waited awhile after the Spartan beneath her yawned and finally feel asleep, rubbing at his shoulders softly before slowly sliding herself off him to stand on the cool ground beside the bed. She actually levitated slightly, not wanting the ground to creak when she stepped on it. Raven stared down at him for a long while, simply staring at him with a sad expression before leaning down and kissing the top of the Spartan’s head. “I do like you Kitos.” She whispered before turning and slowly levitating toward the door.

Once there she swiped her hand over the surface and a large black circular shape appeared on it She stuck her head through the shadowed hole and looked down the darkening halls, slowly sliding her shoulders through the portal followed by the curve of her hips. She lowered herself to the ground, the grey Titan giving a light sigh before heading down the hall, ghosting her frame against the walls as she listened for anyone who might catch her escaping. If worst came to worst she would escape without food, she could steal it on her way, or maybe even resort to using her powers to hunt.

Raven was happy to find that the visible halls appeared to be empty, so she cautiously began her trek forward. She slunk through the manor toward the kitchen, the lithe girl trying to seem as unnoticeable as possible as she ran through all the things she could say if someone happened across her. She had a two good ones for the Lord and Lady of the house, a few shaky ones she felt might work on a simply servant, and none she could possible concoct to placate Kitos if he awoke and caught her snooping around the house before she had secured her rations and fled.

Eventually the pale girl found her way down to the great hall where the party had taken place. A few sleeping or drunken people littered the place but for the most part she had little to worry about. The intoxicated guests would grunt or moan at themselves, some of them tangled together while others were wrapped around a bottle glass or pitcher. Some of the servants could be picked out tangled about the guests, and most of Kitos’ friends appeared to have gathered themselves the largest nest of naked women, but the older soldiers hadn’t done too poorly for themselves. It certainly seemed that one should be a little careful when opening closets, or at least listen for breathing before opening the door.

The lithe nymph was in fact just avoiding any bundles of people that got in the way. She would levitate over anything that really cluttered her path. It wasn’t too long before she was at the kitchen. She could feel her heart quicken as she figured some servants would be inside, but perhaps if she showed enough authority they wouldn’t question her packing up something with some food.

She walked through the open doorway to the hot cooking room and looked slowly about, grimacing as she felt very out of her element and uncomfortable sneaking about like some thief in the night. The kitchen was empty and cooling, the servants had gone to bed themselves. It was well past even late dinner for the serving staff, and too early for anyone to be thinking about breakfast yet. Still the stoves were cooling and those fires gave the windowless room some light.

Raven let out a soft yip of delight and raced in. Some foods were out, others that were meant to be stored someplace dry were tucked away. It didn’t take her long to find a drink pouch that was full with either water or wine, either way the container itself was useful. She eventually found a skin satchel, and nabbed it, placing it out on a clear counter and packing away dried meat, breads and what appeared to be goat cheese wrapped in grape leaves.

After stuffing the satchel full enough to last her hopefully a week, if she was good, she tied the skin up and slung it over her shoulder alongside the drink pouch. He poked her head out into the party hall looking around to see if anyone had come in or stirred into a remotely waking state. She had spent a good twenty minutes rummaging about in the kitchen but the guests were all well liquored and the servants rather well used. Neither seemed to be keen on waking up at that particular moment, even to catch the alluring sight of the ivory skinned Raven naked and lit by the damp torch light, accented by the distant moon and stars.

Once again pleased, the captured nymph began weaving her way through the drunken crowd, enjoying the fresh blast of freedom that accompanied her sneaking. She was getting the feeling that this was all going far too well, but perhaps she was not giving herself enough credit. Perhaps this was the perfect time for an escape and she had hatched an ingenious scheme without even realizing just how brilliant it was.

She doubted it all highly, and upped her guard, on full alert as she made her way out of the great hall, back into the dimly lit corridor. This time heading for the front yard and her escape, though a nagging feeling deep in the back of her mind mentioned that ‘now as the heroine was nearly free, the worst would happen that would crush her defiant spirit forever.’ She waved the doubt away and continued to sneak through the house toward her freedom.
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