Ceno has to hold you.

You started to rise from Ceno's chest only to feel his firm hand cupping the back of your head and tugging you back down into his embrace. He gave you a gentle hush and lightly raked his fingers over your spine in another vain attempt to calm your nerves. You could feel your heart pounding under your golden breasts. Your stomach felt as if it was about to turn inside out. "He could have at least held on until after the siege," you muttered softly while trying to fight back tears. Ceno kissed you on the brow, and you tried your best to relax in his arms.

Laoda seemed to stare off into space for a long moment, possibly trying to process the information. You wish you could see her face to better understand what she was thinking. Then again, you could barely tell what she was thinking even if she straight up told you. "I see," she uttered softly before setting her pipe down. She rose with the grace of a dancer and trailed her hands over her soft curves, which your eyes hungrily followed. "Very well, I shall inform the Queen once she has concluded her business with the Prince." She then glided over to the man and lightly ran her fingers over his firm chest. "Now then," Laoda purred and softened her voice to a seductive whisper, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

You blushed and gritted your teeth, "Is she seriously going to fuck him with us in here?"

Ceno smirked, "Says the naked woman laying on a naked man's chest." You glared back at him and his coy smile quickly faded.

You turned back to Laoda, who was now inching her slender fingers towards the sides of the man's neck, possibly attempting to remove his hood. She looked like she was about to kiss the man, but he stopped her, placing a finger on her lips and removing her delicate hands from his neck. "Another time, perhaps," he said in a dry voice, "When you are not trying to divert my attention."

"My lord," she purred in a tone so sweet that it sent shivers down your spine, "Why on earth would you think that I was trying to distract you."

The man suddenly grabbed Laoda by the shoulders and gave her a quick shake. You would have jumped out of hiding if it wasn't for the aroused gasp coming from the prestresses' lips. "Do not insult my intelligent succubus," he said in a stern voice that made Laoda visibly tremble, "Your order my have your hands in every skirt and robe in the south, but you have no such power in the north."

Laoda shuttered and let out a breathy gasp, "But we aren't in the north now, are we.

The man scoffed and roughly removed his hands from the servant of Aphrodite. "I trust you will ensure that the Queen remains safe."

"If only you knew Xira," she said coyly. You grumbled at the woman while Ceno tightened his grip on you, possibly to prevent you from barking Laoda's jaw.

The man glared back at her for a long moment, then made his way out of the tent. Once he was gone, Laoda took a moment to recompose herself. You did the same, relaxing your arms while Ceno lightly stroked your hair. Laoda's taunts, though primarily directed at the Macedonian, was still more than enough to relight Aphrodite's flam in your loins, and judging by the Icelander's large spear brushing against your thigh, Ceno felt the same.

You giggled and kissed his chest…was his shoulders always that big. You brushed your fingers over his slender body. Strange, you could have sworn he was softer the last time you were in his arms. Maybe it was from the manual labor.

You jumped at the sound of the curtain sliding open. When you looked up, you spotted Laoda's lovely face smiling back at you. "Sorry about that," she said with a purr, "I trust you two have cooled off, so to speak?"