Lailah

"You shouldn't have done that, you know?"

She reached for the bowl on the table. He was jumpy but would not show it. It was better to feign nonchalance than to give himself away so easily. He knew what he was capable of doing.

She took a swig of the soup in the bowl. Twas flavourful. Though there was too much seasoning. That's what you get when you leave an amateur to prepare your meal.

She dropped the bowl again and looked at him. He didn't know how to convince her. There seemed to be no point in even wanting to. But he should try.

"Twas partly because of you, you know."

She chuckled. She hadn't thought that being with a human would make her so happy. She hadn't been this happy in a long while. Not since she had been kicked out of the depths of the sea by the rude Poseidon. He had been the one who was there for her. She should be able to repay him.

He stood up and went to sit beside her. She was the one feeling jumpy then. He seemed to want to demand something from her. But she couldn't be really sure. She watched him sit.

Then she stood up and went to the bed. She sat on it, pretending to want to pack the clothes on it. She looked at him from the side of her left eye, trying to figure out if he would come over. He should of course. She had no qualms about that.

"Why did you say it was because of me?"

He hesitated. He really wanted to go to her, but he wasn't ready. Like, he was ready, but he didn't know how he would do it. He didn't want it to be too obvious. He shouldn't hide it of course.

She remembered how gently he had touched her, running his hands across her body when she was lying lifelessly on the shore of the dark sea. Though she was unconscious, she could feel electricity surging through her veins during the process. He did seem to be gentlemanly, but he was always acting odd. It could be referred to as his tragic flaw.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you."

She dropped the pretences and turned to him.

"Really?"

He smiled. He was comely. That was easy to see. His broad face could house a thousand smiles perfectly comfortably. He was such a blessed fellow. She wasn't drooling though.

"Of course, if I try explaining, you might not understand. I can't be sure how well you'll think on your feet."

She wanted to take offence at that. But even if she did, it wouldn't be because of what he'd said. Even if he reached out and slapped her, she wouldn't think it evil or odd. He had earned her trust. He'd been good to her and could do whatever was best. Not really what was best, but whatever seemed to be so.

"I'm a Nymph, and you know that, Ja."

"I prefer Lia or Ja Lia."

Twas her time to make fun of it.

"What's the difference between Ja, Lia, and Ja Lia? It's merely semantics. Not a big deal at all. You don't want to make a mountain of a molehill."

He stood up abruptly and edged towards her. He felt comfortable with this kind of slow advance. He had been longing to move closer to the bed, and this was the best time to do it. But he did hope that the lady wouldn't notice his intentions.

"Are you actually trying to explain my name to me?"

He sat on the mattress while she moved sideways. She sat with her back to him, but he was breathing so heavily she could feel his breath on her hair. She wasn't sure how close he was to her, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. It could start something she wasn't actually prepared for.

She dragged her bum further away and reached for a scroll, which had been sitting on the window of the super small and untidy room. She sat again with her back to him. She had wanted to put more distance between them, and it seemed that she had succeeded. She couldn't feel his breath anymore.

She fiddled with the scroll, letting the rope holding it together slip off. She opened it and pretended to be reading, but she soon noticed a movement behind her. He had scooted closer. She had no idea what he was doing. She might have to use redirection.

"As I said earlier, I'm a Nymph, and I know many things you could never even imagine."

He was now very close to her. She could feel his breath all over her hair and ears. His hands were not on her, yet she already felt as though she had been ravished. He had helped her, so she shouldn't mind whatever he wanted to do.

"Really? Do you mean that?"

He buried his face in her long hair, rumpling it. She didn't mind. She didn't care. But she was jumpy. She didn't seem to be comfortable with what he was doing. She hoped that if she kept talking, he would be forced to think twice and change his actions. But she wasn't sure.

"Ja Lia should be the name of a lady, not a man. It doesn't suit you."

He seemed to stop. Her plan had worked brilliantly. She continued before he could change his mind and continue his advances.

"I've been sent to many emperors in Rome and Athens, and I've taken note of the names they bear. I used to know a lady whose name was your name. Or should I say your name was hers? She was valiant and strong. Though she had no child."

He buried his face in her hair again. It seemed as though she had made a mistake. Maybe she had said something she oughtn't to say. Something she would soon regret.

"What a fascinating story."

He slid his arms around her and wound her up as though he was some hungry snake. He wrapped his arms around her below her two bountiful breasts. She was beginning to shiver. He was squeezing her and was pulling her closer to himself. She wouldn't fight him. He had helped her. This would be the least of the favours she could render.

His two legs were on the floor, a seemingly uncomfortable position. Her own two legs were on the bed. He wanted that too, but in order to move his, he would have to take his hands off her, and he wasn't ready to take that risk. If he did, he might not get this chance with her again. He held her tighter. She loved it. His arms were warm, and her heart was palpitating quickly, like a tempest breaks and rolls. She didn't even know what to say anymore.

He rested his head on her left shoulder and kissed it. What was he doing? Even if he did want to cash in the favour he had earned, he should still ask. But maybe he was too shy? She could understand that. She could be considerate. She probably had no idea what he was going through. She shouldn't make fun of him or look down on him. He kissed her other shoulder and brought his mouth closer to her ear, kissing it delicately. Then let his tongue flick over it, sucking it.

He was tickling her. She didn't want him to stop. She had never met a man who could make her feel so at ease. She hadn't felt this cool and hot at the same time before. She was burning within. Twas like her insides had been set on fire. She didn't care if the fire was imagined or real. All she cared about was the fact that it was giving her pleasure. The pleasure was the only thing that mattered in that moment. She was warming up to the whole thing.

He brought his arm up from where it had been wrapped around her stomach. He grabbed her breasts with two demanding hands and kissed her cheek hungrily. She began to moan. Her legs began to move on the bed. She was beginning to respond to the pleasure physically. His hands were hard and ruthless. They were not beneath her clothes, but she could feel them as though she was naked. He was making her feel as though she was naked. He was making it so real. He squeezed her boobs rudely and ruthlessly, and she was enjoying every second. She didn't want him to stop.

Then he reached for the end of her shirt, which hung down from her shoulders to the end of her boobs, pulling it off. Her hands were by her side. She had given herself to him. There was no point in fighting him anymore. He had been a good soul. She should bless him for it. Plus, she had no idea what he was doing. She didn't even know that her body could give her so much pleasure. Which meant she had wasted her life so far being boring. Was a human's touch the connection she had been longing for?

He slipped the cloth over her head and turned her to him. She was facing him at that moment. His eyes were wary, but there was a strange fire in them. He looked deeply into her eyes, and she couldn't resist him. He brought his hand to her head and lifted her jaw. Then his lips met hers, devoured hers. She wanted to push the limits of this pleasure. She wished he would do it again.

He brought his mouth closer again and kissed her. He tasted like the most delicious meal. His mouth was warm and refreshing. The pleasure she derived from his kiss was quite different from the sensation she had felt when he squeezed her breast. His hands were moving all over her. He loved that too. He pulled back again, but she wasn't done with him. She knew then what she wanted, what she would give for more of this pleasure. She pulled his mouth closer and kissed it mercilessly. She wrapped two arms around his neck and wound herself around him. She was all over him, her open legs wrapped around his waist.

Then she let go of his face. She wanted to figure out what he would do next. She seemed to be enjoying it more than him. Was this all he would demand in return for his kindness? It shouldn't be. He should get more than this. If this was his definition of payback, then she would have to thank him. He was the one doing her another favour. The pleasure was too real, was way too strong. It felt nothing like a favour.

He sank his face into her boobs and shook his head, like a tiger might bury his face in an elephant it had killed after several days of plans and strategic attacks. His mouth fought her two tits. He bit her nipples delicately and traced his tongue around them. That was actually where the pressure was. The pressuring pleasure. She arched her back into him and held his neck tighter as he danced his buried face along the path between her two tits. It was pure pleasure.

"Lia, where did you put my scroll!?"

Then there was a knock on the door. Lia cursed inaudibly as he pushed her and made her fall back onto the bed, pouncing back on top of her himself. He wouldn't give up that heaven for some scroll.