Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Well,” I tried to hold in my laughter, “you aren’t wrong. Look around you, princess. Tell me what you see.”
“I see a beautiful set and people dressed in Greek-inspired gowns, tuxedos, and actors in costume.”
“Good, keep looking,” I encouraged with amused interest. It was early in the evening, but the “nymph” who greeted us was not the only woman showing a fair amount of skin.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Her head swung around as she took in the room.
“Do you know the myth of Theophane?” I clasped her shoulders and pulled her back on my lap so she was leaning against my chest.
She fit in my arms so perfectly. Her warm body felt so good in my arms that it was distracting.
Her tone was stiff as clearly her uncertainty and confusion grew. “She was the mother of the sheep who had the golden fleece.”
“She was,” I confirmed. “But there is a bit more to her story.”
“Tell me.” It was an order, and under other circumstances, I would have bristled at her command and considered ways to punish her for it. But in this case, I was willing to let it slide for now.
“Theophane was a princess of the Bisaltes tribe who was hailed for her beauty. So much so that she was almost constantly surrounded by suitors,” I whispered in her ear as I traced my hand from her shoulder down her arm, reveling in the softness of her skin. “She also caught the eye of the god Poseidon.”
Her skin was pebbling under my touch. I loved how it didn’t matter how mad she was. She never failed to respond to my touch.
“She loved Poseidon, but that didn’t matter to the other suitors. Her beauty was so extraordinary they were willing to anger the god of the seas himself for a chance to love her. The poor girl was harassed day in and day out by countless men who wanted to claim her as their own, so Poseidon took her and brought her to the island of Crinissa.”
“Is that where this is supposed to be?”
“Probably.” I leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the long column of her throat, her skin tasting, as always, so sweet and clean. “Anyway, the men who hounded poor Theophane followed her to the island.”
“Why?”
“Because when a woman is that beautiful, some men will stop at nothing to possess her.” I wished she wasn’t wearing the mask. I desperately wanted to see what emotions swirled behind her eyes as her lips parted in a gasp.
“What happened next?” she breathed, her hips shifting on my lap, teasing my already aroused cock.
“To help his lover be rid of her other lovers, Poseidon turned her into a ewe and then himself into a large ram. He turned every single inhabitant of the island into an animal. Then he took her over and over while her suitors killed the other animals looking for Theophane. Eventually, Poseidon turned himself and Theophane into wolves that killed the mortal men who dared try to take what he had rightfully claimed as his own.”
“I don’t understand how the myth makes this event any different than other interactive plays.”
“Because this is the island after Poseidon turned everyone into animals. Look around again and tell me what you see. Look closely. What is different here than at other events you have been to?”
She looked around again, as my hands moved to her thighs, finding the slit in her dress and moving it aside so I could caress her bare leg.
“The people are all wearing animal masks.”
“Good, keep looking. What else?”
“Several of the women’s dresses have been unhooked or removed to show their chests.”
I hummed in encouragement as I kissed her throat again.
“It’s not just the actresses and waitresses that are exposed.” Her words came out with a gasp.
I couldn’t help the dark chuckle that rumbled in my chest.
“Look at the other alcoves like this one. What do you see?”
“Directly across from us is another man in a tux. He has two women with him, both kneeling at his feet. They are kissing each other.”
“What else are they doing.”
“Touching and ...” Her words trailed off when one of the women took the other’s breast in her mouth.
“What about over there?” I turned her head in the direction of another alcove where a woman was lying across the laps of two men, sucking off one while the other fingered her.
“Oh, my ...”
“Look around, princess. Tell me what else you see.”
“What is this?” she asked as I snaked my hand between her legs and found her bare pussy dripping. I could slide into her tight little body right now with no resistance, but I had a plan.
“Tell me what you see,” I prompted again, ignoring her question.
“Some alcoves only have two people. Some have more. Some groups are just watching, others are kissing, and some are doing … more.”