Orion let the peach fall from his hands. Definitively, Daphne was hungry and needed that fruit. However, her eyes and attitudes were begging for a different kind of meal, much more focused on killing her lust than any other immediate physical need. Even though Orion has always been ready for everything, the sudden change and determination in her words invited Orion for a more than desired change in his attitude.<br/><br/>Feeling her body close to his own, Orion smiled without faking his feelings for the first time since they sailed from Athens. Her fingers on his hair remembered him of his sweetest dreams, right after getting to know Daphne, when he nurtured the hope of the ones in love, that she would surrender her heart to him. It took time, it took pain, it took a tragedy, Eirene was nothing but a ghost from an already distant past. Finally, her heart was moving towards his at the speed of light. Her rosy lips caressed his own, causing him to stop breathing as her tongue teased and pleased a still in heaven Orion. Her lips tasted like ambrosia and Orion's heart speeded. His hand slowly began to look for her waist and back, as she continued to kiss him.<br/><br/>When that magic moment was interrupted by her initiative. She was hungry and Orion was willing to feed her with the nectar of his love. The poetic sailor recited a poem he had wrote several weeks ago and had been waiting for the right opportunity. Why not the moment when both of them finally find love?<br/><br/><em>Rambling down a cobbled pathway,<br/>I stumbled upon a wild rose,<br/>Deep garnet red,<br/>Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,<br/>Luminescent and innocently pretty,<br/>A coy damsel oblivious of her beauty,<br/>Fading away unadored and unsung,<br/>Looking at me, she blushed<br/>I stood love stung, adoring her,<br/>Borrowed a steam bearing a bud"</em><br/><br/>A brief pause to regain the breath. With eyes beaming with love, Orion continued.<br/><br/><em>Planted her proudly in my garden,<br/>Ever day, day after day,<br/>I watched my rose break out of its chrysalis,<br/>Groomed it with devout care,<br/>Nurturing it with fertilizer,<br/>Admiring it with every moment,<br/>Watching it grown and come into full bloom,<br/>Tall and elegant till it grew</em><br/><br/><strong>"You, Daphne, you are this rose. Bend down and kiss me on the lips, my rose, my Daphne"</strong>, Orion repeated, this time pushing her lips closer as his hand controlled her neck.<br/><br/>The happy end (or should one say the happy beginning) in one island contrasted with what was going in the other, where a somehow twisted tale was unfolding.<br/><br/>Everything started slowly. First, Eirene's embrace by itself made his member throb clumsily and hit her belly several times. Luring Themistocles into a trap, Eirene touched his body in several sensitive spots, causing him to moan and shiver - for a moment, Themistocles thought that such a woman was not a lesbian, but a professional whore, such was her skills in the art of pleasure giving. Her lips licked his neck, while Themistocles was giving up exerting any control over his own body. He did not see Eirene as a threat, he saw her as a next step in his own life.<br/><br/>After bringing Themistocles to the edge of an orgasm - inexperienced men are far more easier to reach climax than experienced men -, Eirene presented her proposal. Themistocles felt like a click in his head, warning him about the spirit of that woman, a real lion under the skin of a sheep. Their gazes met as Eirene did not seem to worry about the lack of morality in her proposal. What she wanted was to see a true submission of that young man to his primal instincts.<br/><br/>Themistocles was both surprised and intrigued with Eirene's attitude. Her aggressiveness made him think what Eirene thought about him. He was a virgin, but that did not mean he was a fool. The directness of her proposal was only shadowed by the growing excitement he felt as Eirene, once a powerful Mistress in Athens and now a helpless damsel in distress, put her body in action.<br/><br/>Her plan could have worked had Themistocles not lived so long with Orion. His master had taught him the importance of self-control, the need to resist the wrongdoing, the real value of power and how tease it...to his own benefit. Moreover, he had taught that certain women needed to be tamed and this could not be done by any underdog male. All the examples given by the wise Orion jumped into his mind in a fraction of second. That woman was not reliable.<br/><br/>Neither was he going to play the hero for Eirene.<br/><br/>Without saying further words, Themistocles surrendered to his own lust on his own terms, not hers. He did neither accept, nor decline her offer, letting her curiosity lingering still. Using his superior strength, his both hands gripped her wrists and forced Eirene down, causing her to lay on the pebbles. Was that a yes, I accept? The young Adonis straddled over her waistline and began to kiss her neck and suck her nipple in a clearly strange way, not as a lover, but as an uncontrolled beast. The god guy had turned into a bad guy in view of the prospect of becoming a slave. Even so, his attitudes did not allow Eirene to come to any conclusion. His eagerness to take her body showed Themistocles had given up fighting his moral restraints. How did she dare to turn Themistocles into a will slave?<br/><br/>His thoughts were in flames as he moved his penis towards her pussy. Lacking the expertise, he thrusted her several times without reaching her folds: sometimes, his member would slide upwards to her belly, other times it would go to her butts. Little did he know that men and women would have mocked his first performance - for some, he would still continue to be a virgin. As a matter of fact, Themistocles was gaining little pleasure from that and the thought that learning the arts of lovemaking could buy his freedom sounded even more ridiculous.