Lailah, a beautiful Nymph, was spat out by the sea after angering the great Poseidon. Luckily, she was rescued by the cunning Ja Lia, who of course, immediately felt a strong sexual attraction to her. He made advances, and she submitted, wanting to repay him for his kindness. But she liked the sex a little much. Transforming into an insatiable seductress, she proceeded to test will of other men, who unknown to her were Ja Lia's siblings. Angered by this betrayal, Ja Lia sets sail on the open sea but met with new fate. Poseidon would recruit him against Lailah, who already carries his child.
"You shouldn't have done that you know?"
She reached for the bowl on the table. He was jumpy but would not show it. It was better to feign than to give himself away so easily. He knew what he was capable of doing.
She took a swig of the soup in the bowl. Twas kinda sapid. Though there was too much seasoning. That's what you get when you leave an amateur to prepare your meal.
She dropped the bowl again and looked at him. He didn't know how to convince her. There seemed to be no point in wanting to do that. He should try.
"Twas partly because of you, you know."
She chuckled. She hadn't thought that being with a human would make her that happy. She hadn't been that happy in a long while. After she had been kicked outta the depth of the sea by the rude Poseidon. He had been the one who had been there for her. She should be able to repay him.
He stood up from where he was and went to sit beside her. She was the one feeling jumpy then. He seemed to want to demand for something. She couldn't be really sure. She made him seat.
Then she stood up and went to the berth. She sat on it, pretending to want to pack the clothes on it. She looked at him with a side of her left eye, figuring out if he would come over. He should of course. Though she had no qualms about that.
"Why did you say it's about me?"
He hesitated. He really wanted to come but he wasn't ready. Like he was ready but didn't know how he would do it. He didn't want it to be too obvious. He shouldn't hide it of course.
She remembered how gently he had touched her and ran his hands across his body when she was lying lifelessly on the shore of the dark sea. Though she was unconscious, yet she could feel some surges squashing her veins during the process. He did seem to be gentlemanly but he was always acting odd. That could be referred to as his tragic flaw.
"You won't understand if I tell you."
She stopped the pretense and turned to him.
"Really?"
He smiled. He was comely. That was as easy as it could had come. His broad face could house a thousand smiles and have them all seating there comfortably. He was such a blessed fellow. She wasn't drooling though.
"Of course. If I try explaining to you, you might not understand. I can't be sure how well you can think."
She wanted to take that as offensive. But even if she would take it, it shouldn't be what he had said. Even if he did slap her, she shouldn't consider it as anything evil or odd. He did worth it. He had been good to her and could do whatever was best. Not really what it was, but whatever it did seem to be.
"I am a Nymph and you know that, Ja."
"I prefer Lia, or suiting to say, Ja Lia."
Twas her time to make fun outta it.
"What's the difference between Ja, Lia and Ja Lia. It's merely the trained ideologies. There is no such big deal about it. You don't want to make a mountain of a molehill."
He stood up abruptly and edged towards her. He could use that medium in advancing. He had been longing for going over to the bed. That was the best time to do it. He did hope that the lady wouldn't notice his intentions.
"Are you actually trying to explain my name to me?"
He sat on the berth while she moved sideways. She sat with her back to him. He was breathing heavily. She could feel his breath on her air. She wasn't sure how close he was to her on the bed. She didn't want to be sure. It could birth something she wasn't actually prepared for.
She dragged her bum away from where she was and reached for a scroll which was on the window of the super small and untidy room. She sat again, with her back to him. She wanted to be sure that she had moved away from him. It really did seem so. She couldn't feel his breath anymore on her hair.
She fiddle with the scroll and let the rope holding it folded slip off. She opened and pretended to be reading. She noticed a movement behind her. He had dragged closer. She had no idea what he was doing. She might have to use redirection.
"As I said earlier, I'm a Nymph and know many things you never will have an idea of."
He was already very close to her. She could feel his breath all over her hair and ears. His hands were not on her yet, yet she did feel as though she had been ravished. He had helped her, she shouldn't mind whatever he would want to do.
"Really. Do you mean that?"
He buried his face in her long hair. He made a movement and rumpled the hair. She didn't mind. She didn't care. But she was jumpy. She didn't seem to be comfortable with that. She believed that if she did keep talking he would to be forced to think twice and change. She wasn't sure.
"Ja Lia should be the name of a lady not of a man. You don't do well with a name swap."
He seemed to stop. That was very brilliant of her. She should be willing to admit to that. She continued, before he would have a change of his mind and keep to his nuances
"I have been sent to many emperors in Rome and Athens and I've taken note of the names they bear. I used to know of a lady whose name was your name. Or should I say you are the impostor? She was valiant and strong. Though she did have no child."
He buried his face again in her hair. It seemed as though she had made a stray. Maybe she had said something she oughtn't to say. She would regret of course.
"That's quite brilliant of you to say."
He ran his arms around her and wounded her up as though he was some hungry snake. He wrapped his arms around her below her two bounty breasts.
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