8.2 Affirmation

In spite of your initial resistance, your overall curiosity ultimately prevails. Slipping away again, you retrace your steps back to your designated meeting place. Kyros is just ending another address to the large crowd gathered around. Waiting in the back until they disperse, you find there is no need to try locating the man as he is already making his way towards you. Exhaling deeply, you move forward to meet him. "I will admit, I had doubts you would return." He states bluntly, cocking his head to the side as he observes you. Pursing your lips, you disregard his somewhat arrogant expression. His sharp green eyes return to your face as he continues speaking. "This matter is best discussed in private." Hesitantly, you follow the man down one of the narrow alleys. When he stops before a rather secluded entrance, your skepticism increases. Seemingly unaware of this, Kyros pushes the door open and steps inside. Cautiously, you peer into the confined space to find a makeshift study. Several scrolls are strewn about the small desk to the side of the room.

After you somewhat reluctantly step inside, he closes the door behind you. When he is done he goes to attend to the small fire that's smoldering in the nearby hearth. Shivering lightly, you step over to glance at the unfurled documents. You're not entirely surprised to find he has been studying much of the same material as you. Your body tenses when you feel him move to stand behind you. "In meeting me, I take it you intend to honor your original proposal?" Wincing lightly, you're reminded of your previous insinuation. It would seem in order to gain his promised information, you will need to maintain your ruse. Biting your lip, you slowly turn to face the man. "I am also a person of my word." You lie, leaning back against the table in a bid to appear more relaxed. Kyros smiles wryly as he steps closer. Trying to ignore the rapid beat of your heart, you resist the urge to back away. Appearing to take this as a sign of encouragement, he reaches out and begins undoing the clasp holding your cape closed. Another shiver runs down your back when the item is removed.

"Your words may sound convincing," He remarks softly, grabbing the fabric covering your shoulder between his fingers. "Yet I find myself doubting you would so easily give up your intentions for power." Steeling your nerves, you stare at him unwavering. "Who said I was giving them up?" You question, keeping your tone almost playful. Kyros raises an eyebrow, remaining silent for a moment before replying, "If you are suggesting an alteration to your proposal, I am uninclined to negotiate." Straightening your stance, you feel an unexpected surge of confidence. "There is no need." You affirm, placing a hand gently on his broad chest. "As previously stated, I merely wish to maintain my current status. However, I would like assurance it would be joined by someone less difficult than my previous husband." Kyros takes another moment mulling over your statement. Finally, he runs his fingers down the fabric he's still holding, pulling you closer in the motion. "I hardly find your vocal opinion threatening." He states, his tone seeming to convey he means this reassuringly. "So long as you adhere to my command, you will have nothing to fear."

Nodding softly, you worry this false agreement is becoming increasingly risky. Unfortunately, you have no intention of seeing what would happen should you attempt backtracking. You're unable to dwell on this further as you feel Kyros' other hand move to your side. Inhaling sharply, you remain still while he unties the band around your waist. Once it is off, his hand continues to remove the rest of your coverings. Somewhat flustered, you're finally **** to avert your gaze. He scoffs lightly, deftly grabbing your jaw before you can turn away fully. "Come now," He remarks, almost chastisingly, forcing you to face him again. "Is this not what you wanted?" A slight flush heats your face as you stumble for an answer. When you come up empty handed, he merely laughs haughtily. A small gasp escapes your lips when you're unexpectedly **** back against the desk. Gritting your teeth in pain, you feel the stiff material from the scrolls crumpling under your weight. Shifting, you're unable to move before Kyros has positioned himself above you.

One of the scrolls handles burrows into your back as you're pressed further against the desk. Placing both hands against his shoulders, you attempt unsuccessfully to push him off. Ignoring your struggles, he slides a hand down the outside of your thigh. Groaning in pain when his fingers dig into your soft skin, you reluctantly allow him to pull it to the side. Despite your distress you're acutely aware of an equal feeling of anticipation. Blushing further, you close your eyes when you feel his large member begin sliding past your wet entrance. Looping his arm beneath the back of your thigh, he swiftly raises your leg up, allowing him better access. Another soft groan emits from you as he forces the rest of his length deeper inside. Realizing your **** desire may be of advantage, you decide to use it to your interest. Arching into him, you gently move your arms around his shoulders. This display seems to have its wanted effect as Kyros' actions quickly increase in voracity. Your eyes slowly flutter back open after you hear some of the scrolls clatter to the floor while you repeatedly slide across the table's surface.

Tightening your grip on him, you instinctually wrap your other leg around his waist. Kryos groans lightly, beads of sweat forming on his brow from the exertion. His green eyes appear sharp and carnal as his gaze remains fixed on you. Frowning slightly, you find yourself unable to look away. Your brow creases further when you feel yourself reaching your precipice. Digging your nails into his skin, you cry out softly as you're overcome by ecstasy. He continues watching while you writhe in pleasure. Panting softly as you try to regain your composure, your blush deepens. A smug smile tugs at Kyros lips while he moves to slide his unoccupied arm under your back. Keeping your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you try not to lose your balance when he stands up. His clothed abdomen presses against your flushed skin when he pulls you closer to him. A moment later cold, coarse stone scrapes against your back as you're pushed against one of the bare walls. Moaning, you lean your head back against it while closing your eyes.

Kyros quickly reassumes his movements, though at a slower, steady pace. One of his hands slides down your side and runs across your breast. Exhaling deeply, you lean into his touch when it moves to your sore nipple. His fingers roughly tug it, eliciting another moan in response. When he finishes his hand somewhat more gently cups around your breast. Squirming slightly, you're taken over by more waves of pleasure. Biting your lip as you writhe, this climax feeling more intense than the last. Kyros' curly locks brush against the side of your face as he leans down, breathing deeply. After taking a moment to steady his breathing, he takes a step back. Keeping you in his arms, you're somewhat disappointed when he lifts you off him. Before you're able to voice protest, he uses the arm around your leg to hoist you to the side. Gasping in surprise, he flips you upside down then pushes you against the wall again. Blood rushes to your face as you shift around uncomfortably. Glancing through the strands of hair partially obscure your vision as you find yourself facing his lower half.

Cautiously reaching out, you slip your hand under his clothes and wrap your fingers around the length of his shaft. Kyros groans in response, pressing his frame against you harder. Exhaling in surrender, you use your free hand to lift the cloth then slowly slide the tip of his rigid member past your parted lips. Seemingly impatient, he steps forward, forcing the full length down your unexpectant throat. **** and sputtering, you strain to adjust to the unanticipated invasion. Before you can regain your composure, another new sensation quickly distracts you. Kyros' warm tongue runs over your now exceedingly tender clit, eliciting a deep moan that reverberates against his thick shaft. Relaxing slightly, you find yourself instinctually moving your head back and forth while he continues his motions. Your eyes eventually close as you become overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation. While keeping a steady pace, you reciprocate to the best of your abilities. Kyros initially matches your pace, however, it's not long before he becomes more aggressive.

Still pinned between him and the wall, you're unable to fight against the increased feelings of bliss. Groaning softly, your own motions temporarily cease as vast waves of pleasure overtake you. Moments later you find yourself gasping for air again as thick ropes of liquid shoot down your throat. There is a brief pause before Kyros finally steps back, allowing you the mobility to pull away. Saliva and semen dribble down the sides of your mouth and splash against the stone floor below. Kyros takes another step back and in a swift motion he turns you back around. Grateful to be back on your feet again, you sigh deeply while leaning back against the wall. Aware you have been moderately successful thus far, you tentatively glance up at him. Damp curls frame his slightly flushed face, his expression appears relaxed though somewhat self-satisfied. After running the back of his hand across his slick jaw, he comments directly, "I am quite pleased with the outcome of this meeting." Casting your gaze away, you feign modesty and remain silent. Smirking satisfactorily, Kyros runs his hand down your still bare arm.

"Submissiveness suits you well." The angry flush that quickly covers your face likely only appears as more humility in his eyes. After biting your tongue furiously, you **** yourself to reply evenly, "It is difficult to be otherwise in dealing with you." His smirk broadens, seeming to buy your deceptive words. Stepping aside, he allows you to redress before speaking again. "It appears it would be time I held up to my side of the arrangement." Masking your anticipation, you keep your expression neutral when you turn to face him again. He moves to stand before you then leans down and mutters in your ear. You're unable to keep your eyes from widening in surprise at the words he speaks. Quickly regaining your composure when he steps back, you simply nod in response. His sharp eyes spend a moment looking over the now indifferent look covering your face. "I trust you will not misuse this information." He states curtly while turning and heading towards the exit. Maintaining your expressionless though slightly timid demeanor, you follow him outside.