With pleasure and anticipation

Psophis twisted, trying to bring those fingers closer against her sex, to no avail. "See, Dia herself thinks only of our guest's enjoyment and takes none for herself," Nyctimus spoke with false sententiousness. "Would you be so selfish as to take your own pleasure while she only gives?"

"I could give as well," she informed him, tightening her grip on his erect cock and tugging gently. "But see, she is not so selfless as that." Dia had begun to rub her own hand between her legs, and it was clear that it was at least as much to spread her lower lips in display for her siblings as it was for herself. Psophis stroked the cock in her hand more firmly and brought her free hand down to touch herself. "We two can both give and enjoy ourselves."

"No need for that," the king proclaimed as he pressed a hand to her back, forcing her to release him and bend low so that Psophis was once again on hands and knees in front of him, her glistening cunt presented. "I am a man and far better equipped to satisfy your desires," he informed her as he entered her again, welcomed by a shuddering gasp as his length slid deep within her. Her fingers remained to rub him as he moved in and out of her warm, wet cunt and to continue to rub at her clit.

Callisto, silent until now, shook her head, opining, "You'll spoil your appetite for dinner and any accompanying entertainments."

Psophis just tossed her head, sending curls whipping against her back as she met her brother's thrusts. Nyctimus grinned at his other sister. "I can enjoy the act without spending myself. An appetizer before the feast. Made all the more pleasant if you would offer your own display to whet the appetite with forbidden sights." He leaned forward and curled hands around Psophis's breasts as they swung with the motion of their coupling as he turned his wolfish gaze on Callisto, who replied with her customary half-smile and tugged her himation tighter about her so that it revealed nothing but emphasized her curves and showed the stiffened points of her nipples even through the thick draped fabric. She half-turned, her eyes still on the two bathing girls through the peephole, and raised the front of her cloak so that she too could touch herself, but facing away so he could not see, only hear the wet sounds of her fingers inside her.

The king let out a groan of frustration at her teasing, but he could not be too disappointed as his other sister's cunt tightened around him in impending orgasm. As Psophis muffled the moans of her climax against one arm, Dia finished with Arimneste and withdrew from the bathing chamber, leaving the Athenian girl alone for the three watchers. Nyctimus could feel his own culmination not far off but held himself still, then withdrew, still achingly erect. "You see? After such labors I am eager to dine!"

"I am sure," Callisto murmured in reply without turning, one hand moving once, swiftly, over his cock, still slick with Psophis's fluid, "and the show has ended, go and prepare our repast for our guest." Her other hand still worked within her, away from the king's sight.

Nyctimus straightened his clothing and Psophis smoothed her own garb back into place, both still flushed from their exertion. As the pair left he turned to regard Callisto. "Are you coming? Or will you be coming here first?" He smiled, pleased with himself.

"I will be along," she replied, still with her back turned, "but first I will stay to make sure our guest is not so dazed she drowns herself. You need not concern yourself over my appetite."