It was the warmth of another soul she needed then more than the warmth of his body. Eirene never felt so empty, nor alone in her life. Before meeting Daphne she spent her days in the luxury and comfort of her home, bedding occasional lovers and spending time to enrich her knowledge of the arts. Now her world crumbled in less than a day.<br/><br/>Her arms reached for his back and she pulled the young sailor into a tight embrace. Perhaps she felt that losing herself in the act of pleasure would make her forget the sorrow. Maybe Eirene wanted to take revenge for Daphne’s betrayal by acting like she didn’t care anymore. Or mayhaps Themistocles was the only soul she could convey her feelings to in that moment, in her own erratic, hard to understand way. It did not matter. Her warm breath lingered on his neck for a while before she pressed her lips on his neck. There was a certain pleasant sensation she felt by having his weight slightly upon her. Definitely it wasn’t something she could experience with Daphne. Eirene touched his back and slowly her fingers roamed over his muscles, feeling their shape, coming to understand the beauty of a man’s body through experience. Her late husband has never been much of a lover and none could say that he was a handsome man. The few memories she had about their nightly unions were short and filled with discontent. But now, now she could honestly say that Themistocles made her feel aroused.<br/><br/>She kissed his neck and felt his erection throbbing on her thigh. The idea itself was appealing and Eirene had a brief image of what must it feel like to be taken by a man again. Still, the mourning mistress gently pushed him away to gaze at his eyes.<br/><br/>“How interesting that you know not of a woman’s love when I loathe that of a man’s. Don’t worry, I shall be your teacher. The only thing I require in return is obedience. Can you honestly see yourself doing what a woman orders? Submitting to her will as if she were your master and patron? If so, I will teach you things beyond your wildest imagination. If not, we can pretend you never heard these words.”