The Lost Storm

Chapter 34 - Not a Symposium

The announcements continued, but her only concern was that the King had her hand in his. He led her down to the center of the courtyard, where on the side a man sat stringing a lyre, two others blew on pipes, and one more thrummed his fingers on a small drum. Next to the band, the Court's table sat full of its members. Some looked irritated and seemed to whisper and gossip while looking at them both, others looked drunk already, swaying and spitting as they talked and laughed. 

"I put them there on purpose", the Emperor whispered in her ear smiling. "My father started that as our little tradition, but I have no problem in continuing it. They want to whisper and conspire, they can do so over the band."

Penelope laughed and tried to look back at her best friend, she was standing where the stairs were, elbow in through each of the twins. She smiled back at Isadora and laughed when the brothers said something. "Seems you have your party up there too."

He threw his head back and laughed, all the height and muscle he carried quaking as if he was creating their own little earthquake of laughter, "Yes. Once I get rid of the Court I will be bringing more of the party down here, but until then, I get to look down on them and breathe on their necks. Besides the party up there might scare some, it's a bit more..."

"Greek?" Penelope smiled and finished for him.

"Yes. Greek. And fleshy," he smiled his white canines at her as they approached the dance floor. "My immediate family pretty much do as they please, much like the Ancients did, we are not afraid to show a little skin." He finally brought her to the floor grabbed her waist and pulled her close, "They chose to wear the togas, who knows, maybe the rest might." They started circling each other as the instruments began to pick up in beats. Some people started yelling and clapping along with the beats, and the heat finally kicked up as both were staring each other in the eyes. 

Penelope could not stop looking into his eyes, as if to make matters worse, his hand on her waist seemed to be warming up, and his eyes seemed to be showing off for her, going from deep sable to a bright orange almost red. Not to mention the smirk plastered on his face. 

Her body unexpectedly formed into his and the way her gaze defied him was turning him on. The toga was not helping and the one time he chose it over his leather pants, his cock strained. Oh, how he wished he could take those lips into his...

Not yet.

The party seemed to kick up another notch when the drunk crowd clapped once more when a group of belly-dancing men and women came out with some tambourines. But, the two stayed just as they were as if stuck in a trance. 

As the song ended, another picked up and Penelope took the chance to let the dance moves her mother taught her daughters take over. She slowly moved her hands to the way of the music with her hips not too far behind, all while circling the Emperor. A male belly dancer came nearby and offered her a tambourine, she laughed, "Just what I needed. Thank you, kind soul." The belly dancer laughed with her and moved away while swaying the hips, and now she used the instrument on her hands and tapped it on her hips, just as her mother taught her to use, and her eyes to entice the King. She circled him while the drums were now beaten hard and she used it to her advantage. 

He was eyeing her hard now and following her every movement, from her hands to the swaying of her small hips. Noticing her nape was now slick with sweat, he lightly licked his lips...

Mate.

"No." Relax. She wants to play, then let's show her how we play.

He thought she did not hear him of how loud the party was now, but little did he know she had. Now she had some sort of idea of what was going on and she decided she would enjoy her time giving the Emperor the run around. Giggling, she kept dancing around him and slightly touched him here and there. As if her hands whispered around his body, giving him goosebumps.