3.2 Amenable

Frowning slightly, you look up into his playful eyes while thinking over his words. Eventually, you come to the conclusion it may be easier to go along with his request. "Payment is of no issue." You state civilly as you fold your arms under your chest. "What is your price?" Iason scoffs softly under his breath and leans down over you. Locks of dark hair partially obscures his deep blue eyes that glint mischievously. "Is money the best you can offer?" Shifting uneasily, your confidence waiver slightly as you feel yourself overshadowed by his tall, athletic, frame. "It's my understanding that the pursuit of knowledge is hardly a lucrative trade." You begin, somewhat hesitantly, while taking a step back. "I am surprised to hear you turn down such a generous offer." Iason moves forward, closing the gap between you again. The smell of old parchment around you mixes in with a light, earthy scent emitting from his direction. "Me choosing this career should tell you I've little interest in wealth." He states directly while not so subtly glancing down at your figure. When you move to step back again, yourself stopped by the wall behind you. "What are you driving towards?" You ask softly, trying to mask the slight anticipation in your voice. The corner of his mouth curves upward suggestively before he replies, "I do not believe you're as naive as you portray yourself to be." You startle visibly when you feel his fingertips brush across your partially exposed collar bone. Glancing down, you feel a slight flush spread across your cheeks.

Swallowing dryly, your gaze returns to meet his intense stare and find yourself unable to reply. After failing to pull away, you feel his fingers begin lazily drifting down the curve of your chest. A barely audible gasp escapes your lips after his fingers gently graze past your clothed bosom. The thin fabric of your stola delicately rubs against your sensitive nipples. Your blush deepens as you become aware of your body's obvious response to his touch. Iason's expression grows serious while he pulls his hand away then straightens up. "The choice is yours." His voice is low and almost strained as if he's forcing himself to hold back. You're barely aware of his statement as you become distracted by a deep aching in your core. "Mmm..." You mumble under your breath while absentmindedly uncrossing your arms. It has been far too long since you've felt the stimulating touch of a man. Biting the inside of your lip, you reach out and brush your fingers against the hand that pulled away just moments ago. The somewhat roguish grin quickly returns to Iason's face when you hesitantly place his hand on your shoulder. His fingers deftly slip under the fabric before slowly pulling it down. Cool air flows around your bare skin causing you to shiver slightly. When his hand returns to your now exposed bosom you're unable to suppress the soft moan that follows. After a moment, his hand trails down to your side as he helps remove the rest of your garment. When he's done, he steps back and spends a moment looking you over.

An unexpected sense of relief washes over you when you see a rather satisfied look come across his face. You continue watching silently while he begins undoing the band tied around his waist. Though his frame is somewhat slender it is athletically built. Still blushing faintly, you can't help running your gaze down his tan abdomen. When the rest of his clothes are removed you're finally able to take all of him in. As your eyes continue trailing down you lift a hand and bite your thumb anxiously. Quickly glancing back up, you notice an expectant look on Iason's face and look back down. Exhaling silently, you step forward and slowly lower to your knees. The marble feels cold against your warm skin. After taking a moment to adjust, you cautiously reach forward and wrap your fingers around his large shaft. Closing your eyes, you lean forward and part your lips slightly. Your once dry mouth is now salivating as if it has been anticipating this moment. Without thinking, you quickly slip the thick member into your waiting mouth. Saliva runs down the corner of your lips as you lean forward and try to fit more of him inside. Water forms in your eyes when you feel him pressing against the back of your throat. Ignoring this, you breathe in deeply and concentrate on relaxing. After a moment, you move forward again and feel him begin sliding down the narrow confines of your throat. Iason groans softly in encouragement and places a hand on the back of your head. His fingers weave into your hair as he begins to move your head back and forth. The ache you felt earlier intensifies with each passing moment.

It's not long before a steady stream of liquid is trickling down your inner thighs. A muffled moan vibrates across his shaft after Iason begins to quicken his pace. Relaxing your body further, you place a hand on his thigh for support. He continues for a few minutes, then pulls you back a final time before forcefully slamming you forward. Gagging slightly, you feel his entire length engulf your mouth and throat. He continues holding you in place for a moment then finally releases his grip on your hair. You slowly pull away and somewhat bashfully use the back of your hand to wipe saliva from your chin. Looking up, you notice a lustful expression across Iason's face. He offers you a hand up then places the other one around your hip. In a quick motion, you find yourself spun around and facing the wall that had been behind you. Though his movements are forceful, he seems careful not to injure you in the process. "I know you are used to dealing with fragile items." You comment, nodding your head slightly at the weathered scrolls to your side. "However, I can assure you I am not as delicate as they are." There's a small pause before the grip around your side tightens and you're roughly pushed against the wall. "I must admit." He states in an amused tone. "I am somewhat surprised, given how easily you gave into my request." You open your mouth to retort but quickly forget what you were about to say when you feel him press against you. His warm breath grazes the back of your neck as he leans down over you.

When his hand brushes against the back of your thigh you're unable to stop yourself from parting your legs. A quiet moan emits from your lips after he begins moving inside you. The sensation is more pleasurable than you had anticipated. Iason wraps an arm around your torso and pulls you back into him. Your eyes roll back slightly when he finally slides the rest of his length into your tight interior. More liquid runs down your legs as he begins slowly moving in and out of you. "Harder." You plead, breathless while arching your back slightly. Iason slides his hand up and wraps it around your throat. "You're not in charge right now." He breathes in your ear after pulling you back towards him. Your head rests against his firm chest as he continues his methodical pace. Whimpering softly, you feel yourself tightening around him. Closing your eyes, you focus on the slow rhythm until you feel yourself trembling with anticipation. Finally, he pulls back again before roughly slamming back into you. Your legs buckle slightly as you're finally satisfied and pleasure washes over you. Biting your lip to keep from exclaiming, you squirm in Iason's arms while climaxing on him. His grip around your neck tightens slightly and his other hand moves down the bottom of your abdomen. You let out another light gasp when his fingers graze across your tender clit. He doesn't slow his pace down as he continues gently stroking your sensitive skin. The combined sensations are slightly more than you can handle. After a few more minutes you find yourself convulsing around him again.

Iason's fingers loosen from your throat and slowly runs his thumb along your jawline. Breathing in and out deeply, you keep your head leaned back against him. Once your breath is caught, the moment seems to pass and he begins roughly thrusting again. His own breath grows slightly ragged as he continues his firm, steady pace. Soon his movements increase in fervor and his arm around you tightens. Groaning softly, you shift in his embrace as you're slightly lifted off the ground. He then slips his free arm under your thigh, allowing him to redistribute some of your weight. One of your shoulders presses against the wall as you're repeatedly shoved against it. A thin layer of sweat has built up between your bodies causing you to slide against his taut frame. Exhaling blissfully, you feel another large orgasm quickly shoot across your body. Iason groans quietly as he rams himself deeply inside you before swiftly pulling out. You slip out of his arms when his grip loosens and a moment later warm liquid splashes against your back. Straightening up, you slowly turn around and tentatively look up at the man. Iason gives you another smug grin after glancing over your frame again. The flush returns to your cheeks and you lean down to pick up your discarded clothes. Iason continues watching for a moment before following suit and redressing. "I believe I am owed a considerable favor after that." You comment once you're clothed again. Iason nods thoughtfully then replies, "I think I have something that will be to your suit." Your brow furrows as you watch him walk to a satchel in the corner of the room. After reaching inside, he returns and hands you a folded scrap of parchment. Frowning deeper, you slowly unfold it and begin reading it's contents.