3.1 Disinclined

After taking a moment to contemplate his question, Iason's earlier advice seems to echo in your mind. Eventually, you give him a wry smile before stepping forward and placing a hand on his shoulder. Iason looks somewhat taken aback but does not withdraw from your touch. "It is as you previously stated," You begin coyly as you trace your fingers along the fabric covering his chest. "You are complying with my command." His eyebrow raises slightly after his gaze lowers to where your hand now rests on his upper torso. After a moment a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth before he replies, "It is my honor to serve you, Empress." His words only seem to add to your sudden feelings of desire. Alexius had been at sea for several weeks before his demise, leaving you without touch for a considerable amount of time. The warmth of Iason's body radiating through the marginally thin cloth of his tunic is intoxicating. "Then do so." You hear yourself saying as you take a step back and cock your head at him suggestively. Iason takes a moment to look over your slight but assertive form before his smile grows again. His bright blue eyes flash playfully while he moves forward and runs his hand down your bare arm. A trail of static buzzes across your skin where his fingers once were. Though he seems more than willing it becomes obvious he is somewhat hesitant. Reaching up, you gently tug one of your sleeves off your shoulder, uncovering your chest.

Iason's eyes are quickly drawn to your semi-naked body and he watches as you continue to disrobe. This initiative appears to pay off as you soon feel his warm touch on your bare flesh. Moaning softly, you close your eyes and enjoy the long awaited sensation. Iason's large but gentle hands run down your sides and stop at your waist. He then guides you back until you're against one of the shelves lining the wall along the mezzanine. His hesitancy seems to be replaced by an equal desire for your body. Without prompt, he swiftly lowers to his knees and you feel his hands move to your thighs. Anticipation steadily builds up as you eagerly part your legs and watch as he leans his head down towards you. A wave of pleasure instantly crashes through your body when his tongue first brushes against your sensitive skin. Stifling a gasp, you press your back deeper into the wooden structure behind you. The slow and steady movements of his tongue seem concentrated. It almost seems as if he is holding back, waiting to see what you respond. With every slight shift or tremor from your body, his direction changes accordingly. Biting your lip, you find your fingers wrapped around his wavy locks as a much awaited orgasm overcomes you. Exhaling shakily, your grip around his hair loosens slightly while you wait for him to pull away. When he instead continues his movements, you slowly come to the realization you're actually in-charge in this situation.

A self-satisfied grin lazily spreads across your face as you lean your head back and your eyes flutter closed. Sighing contentedly, you gently pull Iason's head closer to you. Warm liquid runs down your thighs as his tongue moves in firm, concentric, circles around your clit. It's not long before another rush of pleasure is coursing through your tenuous body. A more audible moan escapes your lips this time, causing you to flinch. Iason pulls away briefly as you both await breathlessly for any acknowledgement of the noise. When nothing but silence greets your ears, he quickly delves back in with a new fervor. Barely suppressing the following moan, your fingers around his hair tighten as he continues his ****. Large, yet calculated, movements slate across your tender area causing you to squirm slightly. Your free hand presses against the wall behind you in an effort to keep steady as waves of pleasure continue to wash over. Moments later you feel your body start to sink down while you're enveloped by a final climax. Breathing out deeply, your hand runs down Iason's head to his shoulder and you softly push him away. Straightening up, you attempt to compose yourself while catching your breath. Iason slowly rises to his feet and you feel his eyes quickly flit across your still naked form. Your own gaze gently moves down to take in his tall, athletic figure.

A thin sheet of sweat covers his lightly tanned skin and seems to highlight the lean muscles of his arms. The majority of his torso is covered by his white tunic but the material is insufficient in concealing his arousal. Smirking softly, you reach forward and place your hand on the band tied around his waist. His body tenses slightly when you unfasten the knot and remove the band. Once it's off, the tunic drapes apart revealing the lean form beneath it. Your eyes slowly trail down until they come to rest on the article you've been longing for the most. "Lie down." You order almost absentmindedly as your lust increases. Iason obligingly moves to the floor and watches as you step forward to stand over him. Your heated gaze locks into his eager one while you slowly straddle his midriff. Your slick skin slides across his rugged torso as you move further down his lower half. Iason groans softly when you reach down and wrap your delicate fingers around his rigid shaft. Raising your body slightly, you position him at your entrance before swiftly lowering. Exhaling audibly, your eyes momentarily roll back as you feel yourself engulfed. Placing your hands on Iason's shoulders, you begin moving up and down his stiff shaft. As you continue riding him, you feel your inner walls begin pulsating. Any thoughts other than attaining more pleasure have all but left your mind. Stifling another moan, you quicken your pace moderately. While your eyes are still closed, you feel Iason's hands drape loosely around your hips. A small shiver runs along your back when his warm hands press against your cool skin.

Exhaling softly, you reach down and pull his hands to move them higher. Instant pleasure rushes through when you feel his thumb gently brush across your sensitive nipple. The added sensation is enough to finally send you over the edge. Whimpering quietly, your nails dig into Iason's shoulder softly as you climax around him. You feel his own body stiffen under your weight and his hands quickly return to your sides. After swiftly lifting you off him, you feel a warm, thick, liquid splash against your inner thighs. Groaning lightly, he helps you to the side before slowly rising to his feet. Beads of sweat trickle down his taut abdomen as he leans down and offers you a hand up. Once you're on your feet, he quickly hands you your discarded garment before picking up his own. "I hope my service was satisfactory." Iason comments in a moderately pleased tone while watching you redress. Pausing in your motions, you offer him a subtle smile then reply, "It was suitable for now." Iason's confident expression waivers momentarily before it is replaced with a more determined look. "Then I look forward to our next meeting." He states after stepping forward and glancing over your now clothed form. "I am confident I can revise your opinion on the matter." You wait a moment while you finish retying the band around your waist then straighten up. Locking your gaze into his own intense one, you raise an eyebrow playfully while responding, "I believe we ought to include some more scholarly activities in addition."

You're surprised to see a light flush spread across Iason's face as he quickly replies, "Ah, of course, Empress." Stepping over to one of the shelves, he glances around for a moment before selecting one of the older looking scrolls. "You came to this area hoping to find something to assist you in your election." He states in a more serious tone while handing you the weathered parchment. "I believe this would be a good start." Nodding in appreciation, you tuck the item away and turn towards the exit. "I am sure I do not have to request that you maintain your discretion regarding these meetings." Your voice is low but the sharp inflection is not lost on Iason. His expression becomes more serious as he nods in affirmation. "I would not think of betraying you Empress." He confirms in a seemingly earnest tone. After looking into his deep blue eyes a final time, you finally turn and leave. Exhaling softly as you descend the staircase, you wonder if you have made a wrong choice in trusting the scholar. It's a risky move putting yourself in this position while your future is so ****. Nevertheless, the deed can no longer be taken back. On the ride back to your domain, you absentmindedly caress the rough material of the scroll Iason provided you. A new feeling of anticipation begins growing as you near home and the opportunity to finally reveal the item's contents.