❤ Of course you idiot, but now it's time to enjoy Lissandra's embrace.❤

Chapter 23: Learning the old.

“…And that’s all I think,” I said, leaning back against the wooden bar. The room was warm, filled with the scent of aged ale and the faint smokiness of the hearth. Ikaro, Entinos, Basilius, and I were gathered for a well-earned drink. After the whirlwind of events that transpired, this rare moment of peace felt like a small miracle, and we were determined to make the most of it.

The group’s reactions to my story ranged from disbelief to outright amusement. Entinos let out one of his rare, deep laughs that seemed to rumble through the air. Basilius shook his head with a mixture of amazement and incredulity, clearly entertained by my knack for finding myself in increasingly complicated situations. Ikaro, though, stole the show with his over-the-top expression of shock, as if I’d just claimed to have slain a hydra with a toothpick. “How do you do it?” he asked, his voice a mix of awe and exasperation.

“Do what?” I replied, taking a leisurely sip of my drink, pretending I didn’t already know what he meant.

“All of it! How the fuck do you manage to charm a goddess and a powerful oracle?” He gestured wildly, nearly knocking over his mug in the process.

“Don’t forget Noor and Iris are still fighting for his attention,” Basilius added with a sly grin before taking a sip of his own drink. The comment earned a chuckle from Entinos, whose normally stoic demeanor betrayed a flicker of amusement.

“Yes, and that!” Ikaro exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “Seriously, how the fuck do you do it?”

“Didn’t I just say I have no idea why Athena blowed me?” I replied, feigning irritation. “Lissandra, sure, I knew what was going on there, but Athena? Your guess is as good as mine.”

Ikaro shook his head, still reeling. “I mean, I was already baffled when I realized Noor and my sister were… interested in you. But a goddess?” He turned to the others as though seeking validation. “Come on, he’s not that hot.”

“Your human perception of ‘hot’ is perplexing,” Entinos said, his tone measured as always. “Kayn possesses qualities that make him an ideal partner for any female seeking to produce strong offspring. It is quite logical.”

“…Thanks? I think?” I said, blinking at the unexpected compliment.

Basilius leaned toward Entinos, his curiosity piqued. “Now that you mention it, I’ve always wondered about satyr culture when it comes to love and relationships. Aren’t you known as creatures of indulgence? Yet you, Entinos, seem more devoted to the heat of battle than… other pursuits.”

Entinos set his mug down with deliberate care, as if deciding how much to divulge. “It is not a subject I often discuss, as what you find strange, we find mundane. But if you are curious, I will explain.”

I straightened, intrigued. “You mentioned I’d be a ‘perfect partner.’ What did you mean by that?”

“I’d like to know as well,” Ikaro added eagerly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

Entinos sighed, the weight of centuries-old tradition etched into his voice. “First, you must understand that I am not like the satyrs you encounter in the woods of Corinthos or Athens. I am of the Rhaadkat clan, a lineage both respected and feared among our kind. You can see it in the shape of my horns and the strength of my frame.” He gestured to the twisted, ram-like horns crowning his head, their imposing form a stark contrast to the lighter, more playful appearance of other satyrs.

“Huh, now that you mention it, it makes sense,” Basilius said, nodding thoughtfully. “Remember that time we ran into those smugglers in the forests of Laconia? The satyrs there either respected you or stayed out of your way entirely. I always thought that was odd.”

Entinos inclined his head in agreement. “They recognized my lineage. The Rhaadkat are leaders, warriors, and keepers of balance. When our forests expand, it is we who lead the charge. When chaos threatens our people, it is we who restore order.”

“And Chiron trusts you?” Ikaro asked, clearly fascinated. “I wouldn’t think he’d be fond of war.”

“Chiron respects us,” Entinos replied with quiet pride. “While we are warriors, we do not seek conquest. We understand the natural order and act only when Gaia’s will aligns with our purpose. Balance is our creed; strength is our gift.”

“Sounds like your clan is as formidable as it is wise,” I said, genuinely impressed.

Entinos nodded, his stoic expression softening slightly. “We are, but that strength is not mine alone. It is the legacy of my people, a legacy I carry proudly.”

“You mentioned something earlier about the girls choosing Kayn for offspring or something like that?” Ikaro asked, steering the conversation back to Entinos’s earlier comment.

The satyr let out a deep chuckle. “Ah, yes. Apologies if I came off blunt, sometimes I forget how different our cultures are.” He paused, his stoic demeanor softening as he gathered his thoughts. “In the Rhaadkat clan, we hold freedom and balance as sacred. Our society thrives on this principle: every member, male or female, has the liberty to choose their path. Women can become warriors, leaders, or nurturers, the pillars of our culture. No role is deemed lesser; all are vital to the survival of our people.”

“So, women get to choose who they want to be with? That doesn’t sound too different from most human cultures… Well, aside from the monarchs and the shitty people of the world,” I said, sipping from my drink.

Entinos nodded. “True, but there is a distinct difference. Our women do not choose a partner merely based on fleeting attraction. Physical allure may catch their eye, but what truly matters is the value of the person, their strength, character, the size and symmetry of their horns, and, most importantly, their prowess in battle. These traits signify the ability to pass on the strength of their ancestors.”

Ikaro leaned in, intrigued. “What happens if their chosen partner isn’t part of the clan? Or isn’t even a satyr?”

Entinos shrugged, his expression serene. “It is of no consequence. Our people believe in the paths nature lays before us. If a union with an outsider benefits the Rhaadkat in some way, it is accepted. That said, it’s rare...most choose within the clan, as it ensures the continuity of our ancestral strength.”

“So, by your logic, the girls are after Kayn because he’s the best?” Ikaro asked, smirking as he flexed his bicep in an exaggerated pose. “Why can’t Noor pick me?”

“Because she knows you’d rather sleep with a guy than her,” Basilius quipped, his tone as dry as the desert.

The group erupted into laughter as Ikaro threw up his hands in mock exasperation. “Is it that obvious?” He turned to me for confirmation, and I couldn’t help but smirk, giving him his answer.

Ikaro sighed dramatically, then shifted the topic with a smirk. “Anyhow the good thing is that Kayn is someone who knows that a child is not something to treat lightly so for sure he’s not cumming inside Lissandra right?”

I scratched the back of my neck, avoiding his gaze. My silence was all the answer they needed. Entinos and Basilius doubled over, laughing loudly, while Ikaro pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath.

“Gods, man,” Ikaro groaned, shaking his head. “You know you can pull out, right? It’s not that hard.”

I threw up my hands defensively. “Hey, it’s not as easy as it sounds, especially in the heat of the moment!”

“In his defense,” Basilius interjected, grinning, “Lissandra is… well… a ‘powerful’ woman. I doubt I’d be able to hold back, either.”

“Great advice coming from the man who probably has a child in every port,” Entinos deadpanned, his sharp wit eliciting another round of laughter from the group.

“Wait, seriously?” Ikaro asked, momentarily distracted before he turned back to me with a pointed look. “Listen, just be careful, all right? The last thing I need is me becoming an uncle.”

I chuckled, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “Don’t worry, Ikaro. The idea of fatherhood isn’t on my radar anytime soon.”

Ikaro didn’t look convinced, but he let it go with a sigh. “Good. Just don’t make me regret saying that.”

I finished the last of my drink and pushed back my chair. “Anyway, I should head out. Lissandra said she had some important information for me.”

The trio exchanged knowing looks, their expressions teeming with unspoken insinuations. I glared at them. “Oh, screw you guys,” I muttered, eliciting another round of laughter as I made my way toward the door.

“Fifty drachmas Lissandra’s pregnant by the time we leave Delphi.”

“Make it a hundred,” Entinos added without missing a beat, raising his tankard.

“Deal,” Basilius agreed, and the three clinked their drinks together, their raucous laughter echoing behind me.

The city was abuzz with the sounds of hammers striking nails and voices calling out instructions as it began the arduous process of reconstruction. After the battle, we, under the Oracle’s guidance, had all pitched in to help rebuild Delphi. Walking through the streets, I couldn’t help but notice the way people either cheered my name or bowed in gratitude as I passed. To them, I was a hero. The weight of their expectations pressed down on me, though I tried to meet their gazes with a smile.

As I made my way through the temple halls, I was abruptly yanked out of my thoughts. Noor appeared seemingly out of nowhere, slamming me hard against the cold stone wall. Her hands gripped my chest as she pinned me in place, her dark purple eyes narrowing as they scanned me with unnerving intensity.

“Noor?! What the fuck?!” I exclaimed, startled by her sudden and forceful appearance. Her expression was stern, her gaze probing, as though she were trying to decipher some hidden truth within me. Before I could ask more, I added with a teasing smirk, “You know, if you wanted me alone, you could’ve just asked.”

“Shut up. Not in the mood,” she snapped, her tone laced with irritation. She studied me for another moment before leaning closer. Her voice dropped to a low growl. “What the fuck. Did. You. Do.”

“Did what?” I asked, genuinely confused by her sudden hostility.

“I don’t know! You tell me, asshole!” she shot back, her anger barely contained. “You reek of mana, more than you should. It’s unnatural.”

Realization dawned. “Wait, is that why you’re acting all crazy right now? You could’ve just said that instead of slamming me into a wall.” I pried her hands off my chest, straightening my tunic.

She huffed and crossed her arms, clearly trying to calm herself. “Fine. I’m sorry,” she muttered, though her tone was still sharp. “It’s just… this scent of mana coming off you… it’s intoxicating. It’s making it hard to think straight, and it’s pissing me the fuck off.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “Just explain...Please. Before I lose it.”

“Okay, first off, I’m sorry if I caused your… indigestion,” I said, attempting a light-hearted tone to diffuse the tension. “Second, I think I know what you mean. I recovered a memory earlier… and along with it, some of my strength.”

Her glare softened slightly, but her brow furrowed as she looked me over again. “Ok… So that explains one thing, but… why do you look different to me?”

I frowned. “What do you mean? Did my hair change color or something?”

“No idiot.” She stopped not wanting to insult me, she knew this wasn’t my fault. Despite her hard exterior Noor liked me and didn't want to break this relationship “Some magic users like me can detect or feel other magic users or people that carry the possibility of wield it. That’s why my eyes looked different, I was born like this and from birth I have a strong affinity to the arcane that’s why I’m so close to Ardvi.”

“So how do I look?” I asked her intrigued.

“It’s hard to explain but… you look like a fucking volcano ready to explode I never seen that much mana inside one person and not active which is something new to me to be honest. I mean Arkealus and Athena had something like that, but they used it and in your case it’s like locked behind walls or something I can’t really explain it, just hold on with me.” She rambles trying her best to explain it “What I’m trying to say is that before, I could sense you had mana in you but know it’s just… wow.” She said genuine surprised.

“But I don’t have any magic at least I don’t feel anything new” I answered, looking at my hands “are you su-“

Before I could finish, Noor suddenly dashed backwards and hurled a dagger at my head. My instincts kicked in. Time seemed to slow as I raised my hand, and the blade froze midair, surrounded by a faint, glowing aura. A pulse of energy coursed through my body, my hand emanating a soft white light.

“Well, looks like I’m right,” Noor said with a triumphant smirk, clearly amused by the stunned expression on my face.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the hall. The dagger hovered inches from my face, held in place by an invisible ****. My breath caught as I lowered my hand, letting the blade clatter harmlessly to the floor. Exhaustion hit me like a wave, and I leaned against the wall to steady myself.

“That right there,” Noor said, her tone lighter now, “is what I mean. You did that. You have no fucking clue how, but you pull it off somehow. You are just… amazing.” Her genuine excitement was almost contagious.

“How did I do that?” I asked, still catching my breath.

She shrugged, a teasing grin playing on her lips. “A basic technique, really. Just a small movement of mana to your hand. It’s something apprentices learn early on.”

“Hilarious,” I replied dryly, earning a chuckle from her. “But seriously… how?”

Noor stepped closer, grabbing my hand and inspecting it as though searching for answers. “That’s what I want to find out. Having mana is one thing. Wielding it without any training? That’s something else entirely.” Her voice softened as she added, “And for it to feel this powerful… it’s incredible.”

I met her gaze, her excitement both intriguing and unnerving. “So what do we do? Is there a way to… use this?”

Her smirk returned, full of confidence. “You read my mind.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “Meet me in the forest plains in two hours. I have something to show you. And I’d prefer if no prying eyes interrupted us.”
With that, she turned and walked away in her seductive walk, her usual confidence and mischievous air fully restored. I watched her go, shaking my head at the whirlwind of events.

“This just keeps getting better and better,” I muttered to myself, sparing one last glance at my hand before continuing toward Lissandra’s chambers.

Lissandra sat in her counseling chamber, a space filled with the gentle hum of incense and the warmth of flickering lanterns. This was where she guided those seeking clarity, offering glimpses of their futures as bestowed by her divine gift. As I entered, she was deep in conversation with Iris, who looked both anxious and contemplative.

“Are you certain of what you saw?” Iris asked, her tone caught between concern and curiosity.

“Yes,” Lissandra replied, her voice calm but firm. “But I advise you not to dwell on it too much. As I’ve told you before, Iris, visions can be misleading. Trying to discern every detail of what may come can consume us. Even Cronos, for all his foresight, was undone by his fear.”

“I understand,” Iris said softly, though her gaze remained distant. “But what you described, it doesn’t feel like a single event. It’s more like… like the gods are trying to tell me something, but I can’t make sense of it.”

“I wish I could guide you further,” Lissandra said with a gentle sigh. “But that would defy the will of the gods. My magic is meant to reveal what they wish to be seen. no more, no less.”

They both noticed me as I entered, their conversation fading into silence. Iris offered Lissandra a polite nod before turning to me with a teasing smirk. “I’ll see you later,” she said, flashing a wink as she brushed past me. Her meaning was clear, she was reminding me that she’d want her time with me too.

Once Iris was gone, Lissandra turned her attention to me, her lips curving into a welcoming smile. “Ah, Kayn. You arrived at the perfect time.”

“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” I asked, nodding toward the door Iris had just exited.

“Not at all,” she assured me, her smile never wavering. “That was a private matter.”

“You wanted to speak with me?” I asked, trying not to focus too much on how close we were standing. Her presence had a magnetic pull that was hard to resist.

“Yes,” she began, stepping a little closer. “I believe I have information that might interest you. From what I understand, your next destination is Sparta?”

I nodded. “That’s the plan. Ikaro thinks we should warn the Spartan army and, hopefully, the rest of Greece about the Erebosian threat.”

“That’s wise,” she said thoughtfully. “But prepare yourselves for resistance. Spartans are proud, and they may not take kindly to warnings of danger they don’t perceive themselves.”

“Setbacks seem to be a part of this journey,” I replied with a wry smile, earning a soft laugh from her.

“That’s true,” she said. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need for the road ahead. But that’s not the only reason I called you here.” Her tone shifted, and I could feel the change in the air. “Athena contacted me this morning,” she said after a pause. “She wishes to speak with you tonight. I fear there’s something amiss. It would be prudent for you to hear her out.”

I nodded. “I’ll speak with her. But…” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Something tells me there’s more you wanted to say.”

She turned her back to me, though the faint curve of her smile gave her away. “Hmm… is it that obvious?”

Taking her teasing response as permission, I stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside and placing a soft kiss on the curve of her neck. “You do enjoy my company, don’t you?” I murmured; my voice low.

A quiet laugh escaped her lips. “Indeed,” she said, her voice carrying a warmth that sent a thrill through me.

When she turned to face me, her eyes met mine, and the air between us seemed to shimmer. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and neither could she. Her lips met mine, soft but demanding, and we lost ourselves in a kiss that spoke of passion and lust.

She pushed me to her throne from where she made her visions happened, she sat on top of me. “Someone’s eager.” I said in a teasing tone as I continue to kiss her neck caring and passionate, my hands finding their way to her ample breasts, my thumbs brushed against her nipples, earning a sweet moan from her lips.

She smirked, her eyes never leaving mine as she moved to a side her robe and mine, She align my cock to her entrance. “What can I say? A girl knows what she likes. And I like our,” She inserted my hard cock in her wet pussy wall, dirty talking to me in a sultry hot tone of hers “Hard friend here.”

She let out a sweet and passionate moan. "Fuck me, Kayn," she pleaded, her voice a husky whisper. I obliged, plunging my cock into her warm, wet pussy. She let out a gasp, her nails digging into my back as I began to thrust. Her pussy was like a vice, gripping my cock with each thrust. I could feel her walls contracting around me, milking my cock for all it was worth.

"Yes, Kayn," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure, "fuck me harder." I increased my pace, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy with ease. Her moans filled the room, a chorus of pleasure that echoed off the chamber walls.

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening with each thrust. But I wanted to make this lasted, to savour every moment of this divine pleasure. I slowed my pace, my cock still buried deep inside her. "You're becoming addicted to my cock, aren't you, Lissandra?" I teased, my lips brushing against her ear.

She moaned in response, her pussy tightening around my cock. "Yes, Kayn," she admitted, her voice breathless, "I can't get enough of your perfect cock."

“Then prove it.” I said whispering in a sultry tone to her ear.

She smirked and started riding my cock hard, bouncing her bubbly butt along the full length of my cock. I couldn’t help myself to slap gently at those hot bouncing butt cheeks of hers trying their best to milk me dry, the sounds of her cheeks clapping with my thighs filled the room as her moans became hotter and louder a sweet passionate melody to my ears. I could feel her orgasm building, her pussy contracted around my cock. I thrusted harder, my cock slammed into her with each thrust. “FUCK!! I’M GONNA CUM I’M GONNA CUM.” She muttered as her second climax hit her, She let out a scream, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her pussy contracted around my cock, milking it for all it was worth. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightened with each thrust.

With one final thrust, I exploded but not before pulling out. I painted her butt cheeks with wave after wave of me cum her as she rode her climax. We collapsed onto the chair, our bodies slick with sweat and juices.

"Kayn," she whispered, her voice a husky whisper, "that was... divine."

I chuckled, my arms wrapped around her. "I aim to please, Lissandra. I aim to please."