The Calm of Greece

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For nearly two hours, she kept up that game. And damn was he good. At some points, he ignored her a little too well for her liking, almost as if he was bored with her and the play that she was creating. Yet like all things, the resolved starts to crumble. It didn't help that the boys would tease him unmercifully, placing condoms and such in his pockets, making him more agitated as she drove him insane. But it was such fun torturing him. 

Every chance Feriah had she took it. Brushing her knuckles along his crotch, whispering seductively in his ear, a twirl of her body and blushing grin. Hell, even eating some of the fruits there had him nearly popping out at her, the green of his eyes growing darker with need. She was glad she took Habibah's words to her own, this was more fun than she had planned. Although, he did add some of his own in as well. While dancing, the sly man had his lips dance across her neck and shoulder, sending little shivers down her spine and to her core. The lazed look in his eyes gave way to something more dark and delicious yet he would not let it out in any way, he too would whisper things to her, the deep tone in his voice making her core hot with need. Curse him.

Yet now she found herself outside on the balcony, enjoying the beautiful site of Athens at night. The city having a warm glow as people mingled lightly home and just sunk into the nature of Greece. It was perfect really, not hot or cold, just perfect to linger in the nighttime. Her mind drifted to the day and the reality of what she was, for in truth, she was looking at herself. Well, one day herself. She was to be Athens, a personification, and that still made her mind spin.

"What are you doing Feriah?" she heard him ask.

Glancing back, she saw Hercules nonchalantly leaning on the doorframe, his eyes practically eating her.

She turned her gaze back to the sight, "Nothing, just enjoying the view really."

"Athens is beautiful."

"That it is."

She felt him behind her, his hands resting lightly on her hips, "That it is."

She smiled, feeling his lips brush her shoulder, moving to the curve of her neck. Now he wanted to play. Feriah tilted her head, letting him have a bit of his way before she decided a different path. She felt his tongue dart out to taste her skin, making a small moan emit from her. God, he was good, throughout the whole night, she imagined what he was like under the sheets. How he would take her and love her, how dominating or submissive he was, if he wild or reserved. Everything that came to her, she let it play in her mind. 

His hands coaxed up her sides just to gently skim down her arms as she held onto the stone terrace, his fingers brushing along hers as his body leaned into her own. It was then she realized he was holding her there as he nipped at her neck, making sure she didn't escape him like the times before. Well, she just had to amp this up now. Letting him have his fun, she melted lightly into him, letting the night comfort and calm her as he played. She let it go, waiting for the right moment, placing each noise she made at the right moment and finally it came. He had become so infatuated with her neck, he had neglected other spots and this one was going right to home.

As his lips latched onto her shoulder, she lifted her ass and pushed backwards, feeling his arousal against her just to hear him take a sharp breath. Now she had him.

"What's the matter, Hercules?" she practically purred at him.

Silence was all she got for a moment until it went completely cold, "Nothing. Just thought there was something in need."

Wait, what? Feriah turned around to see him saunter away from her, back into the banquet with the others. No way. He was right there, ready to go and lose yet he backed away from her. Alright, maybe he was a bit better than she thought. She quickly darted in, trying to find him, or even the others, hell his president for that matter for he would be near one of them. Yet it was barren of him. Where the hell did he go? Feriah searched the party, seeing the staircase to the roof seating area yet it was barren of life too. The halls, the bar, the floor and tables, all empty of him.