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The party was still in full swing, albeit now drunker - plenty of the guests were at least sloshed, while one or two were arguing passionately about art and politics. Eli was not in the mood for a chat right now, and instead opted to scout the room for Zinaida, or at least someone he recognised that wasn’t Kúrush. Xenia and Aloesys were nowhere to be seen, but with a bit of scouting, Eli saw Zinaida hiding behind a potted plant, clearly trying to avoid being seen.
“I thought the hetaerae were supposed to be entertaining guests, not hiding in the plants.” Eli commented to her on his approach. Zinaida jumped, and then looked at him with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“I’m only hiding from one guest.” she responded, flushing a little. “There’s a Roman trader, Quinctius - he’s been trying to ask me for sexual favours all night.”
“And you don’t want to?”
“I don’t turn many people away. But Quinctius keeps wanting to haggle my price, or tries not to pay me. And he enjoys going down on me, but his teeth - I’m happiest having them nowhere near my nethers, honestly.”
Eli nodded, looking concerned. “Need me to do anything to him?”
“Xenia’s already knocked a bowl of wine into him, but he’s persistent” She thought for a minute, and then her eyes lit up. “Tell you what - pretend you’re hiring me. We can take one of Aloesys’ private rooms, and then he won’t disturb me for a good hour.”
Eli was about to object, however Zinaida looked over his shoulder and her face immediately fell - across the room, Eli could see a distinctive looking Roman man, short and balding but with large ears, weaving his way through the crowd towards them. He could tell what Zinaida meant about the teeth.
Without thinking too much about the action, Eli snaked an arm around Zinaida’s waist and made a great show of whispering into her ear. Zinaida laughed, but did not push him away, and instead leaned flirtatiously into his embrace. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Quinctius slow as he watched the interaction, and he made sure that the small pouch of drachmae he pulled out and offered to Zinaida was very visible. With a flirtatious little smirk, Zinaida took the offering, and then grabbed his hand and all but dragged him past Quinctius, who was looking quite annoyed. Eli made sure to knock into him on the way past, and send him sprawling into a nearby pillow stack.
The room Zinaida pulled him into was plain, but well lit with candles and a fireplace. A collection of pillows sat against the far wall, but the stone floor was covered with a thick rug. After ensuring that the door was bolted, Zinaida flopped down on the pillow nearest the fireplace with a sigh, and immediately tossed his coin purse back to him.
“Gods, thank you ,” she sighed. “I don’t know how Aloesys abides by Quinctius, but he’s always here.”
“He seemed persistent.” Eli noted. “And he still plies you for trade when he knows he won’t pay for it.”
“After the third time, I learnt to refuse him.” Zinaida stretched out her legs, and patted the pillows beside her. “Come sit down - I might as well take a break.”
Eli settled next to her with a slight sigh, and sunk into the cushions. The sounds of the party were muffled by the bolted door, but Eli still felt the slight dizziness of the wine, and while he was not drunk he was certainly quite tipsy. Beside him, Zinaida stretched out her legs with a groan.
“My feet are so sore.” she complained. “My clients like to see me barefoot so they can admire my ‘pretty little feet’, but I swear they’d rather look at a gorgon than at my feet after a day’s work.”
Eli glanced a look dow at her feet, and privately agreed - her feet were red and slightly swollen from the had flagstone of Aloesys’ estate. He tutted in sympathy.”
“Maybe I could help with that. May I?”
Zinaida nodded, her expression curious and interested. She shuffled a little closer, and allowed Eli to pull her feet into his lap. Eli began to massage the pads of her feet with his thumbs, digging in where it was tight. Within minutes, Zinaida was sighing in relief, boneless across the pillows.
“You’re good at that.” Zinaida said, as he rubbed circles into her arches. “Where did you learn?”
“An old lover. He enjoyed feet, and enjoyed soothing them like this.” Eli replied. “Your feet are tense. You should speak with Milos for new sandals.
“Don’t start. I haven’t had the time, with my art and my work here. I haven’t even pissed since I got here an hour ago.” Zinaida squirmed a little. “A little lower, on my heel…”
Eli did as she asked and moved his fingers a little lower. “Busy day?”
“You could say that. I had clients early in the night who wanted my mouth, and by the time I was alone Xenia warned me some poor drunk playwright had thrown up all over Aloesys’ latrine. Closest place to go after that is the clay pits.”
Eli snorted. “What are you going to do? Hold it?”
“Charge extra, of course. Some men are into being pissed on.” She whined a little as Eli worked on a knot in her heel. “Although, this massage is making me so relaxed I might just piss on you instead.”
“I wouldn’t mind that,” He was stroking her feet now rather than massaging them. “But I’m afraid I would have to empty my pouch of drachmae to afford the services of such a lovely hetaera.”
Zinaida laughed, a bright sound that warmed Eli to his toes. She pulled her feet from his hands, but he was not bereft of her company for long - Zinaida slid across to kneel in front of him, with a most coquettish look on her face.
“Well, how about I consider it a gift?” she asked, with a cheeky smile. “A little piss for my saviour from Roman traders.”
“And why would a lithe young this half my age offer such a generous favour?” Eli’s voice had dropped half a notch, even though his voice was still light. Zinaida reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
“Because I like you, silly.”
And then Eli found his lap full of the young woman and he was being kissed within an inch of his life. He fell back against the pillows with a slight grunt, but did not push her away, instead running his hands up the skirts that clung to the back of her thighs. Zinaida giggled, and hitched her skirts up so that he could instead caress her skin and the curves of her arse. She pressed her hips against the curve of his belly, and Eli could feel the stirring arousal of her cock trapped between them.
“So you’re…” Eli asked, pressing a questioning hand to her hip.
“Yes, I was born with a body entirely like that of men, but I have the desires of a woman.” Zinaida tossed her hair back - a nervous gesture, Eli noted. “Will that be an issue?”
“Not at all.” Eli reassured her.”I just hasn’t expected to find someone like me. I live as a man, despite the womanhood thrust on me.”
“Oh! So we’re similar. Good.” And she went back to kissing him, but this time with a smile. Without the fear of being rejected, Eli was much more adventurous in his touch, greedily squeezing and rubbing her buttocks as they kissed. It did not take long for Eli to start feeling the start of Zinaida’s wetness on his stomach, but he groaned as she began to eagerly piss on him, cock spurting its contents over his chiton. The excitement of the taboo only made his arousal greater, and he reached out to unpin the top of Zinaida’s peplos so that her chest was exposed. Zinaida moaned as his mouth moved from her lips to her nipples, and she lazily rutted her still-pissing cock against his stomach as he suckled and licked at the sensitive nubs.
When her golden flow slowed to a trickle, Zinaida took the bun of his hair and pulled his head back so that he looked at her face. She was flushed red, the coquettish look replaced by one much more sultry, and he felt a bolt of pleasure shoot down his spine at the sight. He was certain that he if he could look down, he would see the peak of her reddened cock among the wet folds of their clothes, pretty and aching for touch. He could already feel it was hard against his stomach, and his clit ached in need.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, and Zinaida’s smile widened.
“Roll over.” she replied. “Lie over one of the pillows. I want to fuck you.”
As soon as Zinaida crawled from his lap, Eli did as he asked, rolling over to his stomach onto a nearby pillow. He stuffed another pillow under his hips, effectively jackknifing himself and putting his plush arse on full display for the young hetaera. He felt Zinaida stroke the curves of his buttocks, before spreading them wide to reveal his wet vulva and his aching clit. Zinaida first started by licking out his slit, tongue warm and rough against his folds, and he gasped and groaned, gripping and fisting the pillows beneath him in an attempt to keep himself grounded.
“I’ll come right now if you’re not careful.” Eli warned, and the response was a warm laugh against his opening. Zinaida pulled away, but her mouth was soon replaced by her cock, eagerly pressing into his opening and spreading him apart. They both groaned at the pleasurable sensation, the stretch of Eli’s cunt around Zinaida’s hardness, the fizzing pricks of pleasure that spiralled out across Eli’s labia, the warmth of their bodies entwined. Zinaida curved over his back and pressed a warm kiss to his shoulder blades, and Eli shuddered, overhelmed.
Zinaida began to thrust into him, and Eli was helpless against the onslaught of emotions and pleasure. He was not inexperienced, but his work with the Cult didn’t leave much time for such pleasures, and the stress of being held on Seriphos had culled the desire to seduce. He rocked back against her, matching her rhythm, groaning each time she pressed back in, wanting to be taken over by the heat and the warmth building inside him. Zinaida’s hands came around him and began massaging the top of his clit, and the change in angle meant she managed to brush the head of her cock against a spot inside him that made him keen in pleasure. He felt something gush from his pussy, and he wasn’t sure if it was urine or something else but it was good, and Zinaida made an effort to his that spot again and again, her fingers working his clit, and it wasn’t long until Eli came. His cunt convulsed against her in orgasm, ejaculate and puss gushing from him as he cried out his release, rutting against her hard cock and riding it out until the very end.
When he had calmed, Zinaida pulled out, and Eli immediately flopped over and rolled to one side, spent and satisfied. He made a come hither motion to her, and she went happily to his side, pressing into the soaking edge of his chiton, still warm from earlier. Eli’s hand went to her still hard cock and began to jerk it in quick, easy strokes, and Zinaida gasped and writhed against him, muttering swears and curses as he eased her towards the same pleasure she had afforded him. She rubbed her hardness against his hand and the rough linen of his clothes, thigh half wrapped over his hips, thrusting into the sensation, before she stilled and came with a gasp, her spunk spraying up and over his curved belly.
They lay like that for a while, curled into each other, recovering from their respective peaks. At some point, Zinaida pissed again, gentler this time, a soft rewetting of his clothes, and Eli allowed it, cupping and holding her softening cock, pressing kisses into her hair until she had emptied herself against him. Then, she settled down against him, and they cuddled until their emissions became cool and uncomfortable, and they were forced to move and tidy up.
“Do you think Aloesys would consider it an offence I left early?” Eli asked, as he changed his soiled chiton into a clean one tossed to him by Zinaida. “I’m not the spritely young thing I was in my youth.”
“Exhausted you, have I?” Zinaida grinned at him from where she was wiping up the last of their fluids from the floor. “Aloesys himself leaves early from these things, so no offence will be taken. I’ll be staying, of course - have a few extra clients to entertain, a few extra drachmae to pocket.”
“And a Roman trader to avoid?”
“Of course!”
She laughed, pressed a kiss to Eli’s jaw and left, tossing the soiled pillows and fabric into a bucket in the corner. Eli watched her go with a smile, feeling deeply warm for the first time in a good long while.