What have the others been up to?

After Dia and Arimneste departed for the baths, Nyctimus stood with Psophis and scratched his chin in thought, unsure of what to make of her but still taken. The two were still waiting moments later when Callisto arrived, fully dressed in an achiton. "So, what do you make of our visitor?" she asked, giving him a half-smiling quirk of lips.

"I don't know yet," the king admitted, hooking an arm around her waist and drawing her close. "I decided to be hospitable. We can talk over a meal." With his free hand he traced a line down her jaw to the hollow of her throat, then over the fabric of her cloak and the firm breast beneath. "I am glad you pulled me out of bed to offer greetings."

"You would send her away but you find her attractive, you mean," Callisto interpreted, not responding to his caresses but not rejecting his advances either, still favoring him with her lopsided grin

He returned her grin and pinched her nipple gently until it hardened under his persistent ****. "I wouldn't be so **** if I could have you, dear sister. His hand drifted lower yet, down to her thighs, but Callisto pushed his hand away.

"I'm sworn to Artemis, you know that. Besides, you have Dia and Psophis to keep you busy. I'm surprised you have energy enough to pursue me, much less strangers!"

"Call it a lust for life after the travails I've undergone," Nyctimus offered, but with all Callisto's forbidden charms he shrugged and turned back to willing Psophis, whose ample breasts lacked nothing in comparison and who cooed eagerly as he stroked them. Callisto folded her arms and watched with dark brown eyes.

After a moment of observing as Nyctimus's pawing became more heated, she spoke to the other pair. "Come now, I know why you offered a bath. Would you miss it?"

Nyctimus offered Callisto one arm and Psophis the other. The latter accepted, pressing her soft body close to him; the former walked alongside on her own as they made their way to another chamber piled with furs and cushions. This one had one very particular merit: a small crack in the stones allowed him to peer into the bathing chamber. The wisps of fog rising from the heated water only obscured his view slightly as he observed his Athenian guest. All the promise of her youth was born out in her naked form. Her blond hair, darker now with water, fell to her shoulders and back, and her full, firm breasts, the same pale color as the rest of her skin and capped by delicate pink nipples, jiggled pleasantly as the servant behind her massaged her. Her coloring was a distinct contrast with the tawny colors of Dia beside her, though they truly were similar in size and build, even to the matched perfection of their lush curves.

"You're interested," Psophis noted, gently running her fingers over the hardening evidence under Nyctimus's tunic.

The king grinned at her. "Of course I am! She's so pale and exotic! We're all interested. Probably even Callisto." The named woman's lips twitched but she kept silent, though her eyes too remained fixed on the scene through the hidden hole. "You'd be in there yourself if Dia hadn't moved first." He moved his own hand to cup her sex underneath her garments and, no surprise, he found her already starting to become damp again. "Practically dripping with jealousy!" he announced as Dia began her seduction of Arimneste before the eyes of the trio of observers.

"That's not jealousy," Psophis murmured, tugging the hem of her garment higher to give her brother better access. "Except perhaps of the pleasure our guest is receiving while I go without." To her disappointment his hand remained between her thighs but only to brush tantalizingly close without again touching her womanhood as he watched, rapt. She couldn't deny that she would enjoy being in her sister's place, but she was sure Dia would leave opportunity for all. And it was a very beautiful sight to watch the two women together, Arimneste's lips parted and flush extending to her heaving breasts as Dia applied all her expertise.