The cup fell from his numbed fingers as an incessant need to be inside her consumed him. She leaned back onto the table and bent her knees so that he had a perfect view of her. Then she reached between her legs and ran her fingers down her wet cleft. He watched in silent awe as she gently opened herself for him.
"Well?" she asked, her voice thick with needful hunger as she pressed her fingers deep inside her body and slowly masturbated for him. Moaning, she thrust her hips against her hand, and rode her fingers until they were slick and dewy.
His breathing labored, he arched a brow at her actions. Well, you don't look like you need me....
"What is going on?"
The maid let out a small squeak as she jumped from the table and covered herself.
Styxx sighed as he saw Ryssa's angry form in the doorway, glaring daggers at him ... thank the gods she didn't have one in her hand or it'd probably be buried in his chest by now. "Nothing, sweet sister."
She curled her lips in disgust as she faced her wayward maid. "You were supposed to be fetching me something to drink, Eirene."
"Forgive me, my lady."
Now the maid was meek and bashful? Really?
"Get upstairs!"
"Yes, my lady." She went down on the floor to retrieve her brooch, giving him a prime view of her shapely ass as she did so.
With one last regal snarl, Ryssa turned and left them. The instant his sister was gone, Eirene looked up from the floor and smiled at him.
"Should you need me, Your Highness, I'm not far away." Rising up, she pressed her fingers to his lips playfully so that he could smell and taste her.
Completely disinterested in the stench of a whore, Styxx wiped it away as she left him. People, and especially women, never ceased to amaze him.
You should have taken her up on her offer.
But he had no interest in a communal quim that welcomed any handy cock. His father had probably even tupped her. And that thought immediately softened him. He had no desire to tie himself to a spiteful, crazy bitch like his mother or Ryssa because he was hard for her charms.
He'd sooner take care of his own needs.
Or fuck a goat.
Shaking his head to clear it, he retrieved his cup from the floor and set it on the table. Then he headed for bed. Alone.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he found Ryssa waiting there for him.
"You are to stay away from my maids, do you hear me?"
"Then you should tell your maids to stay away from your brother."
She slapped him. "They're servants. They can't say no to you and you know it. It's sickening to have you prey on them the minute my back's turned."
Styxx wiped at the blood on his lips as his buzz gave way to anger. "What do you want from me, Ryssa?"
I want you dead.
Her unspoken response slapped him harder than her hand had. Her palm had only made his lips bleed. Those furious words cut his heart to the quick and he hated her for making him care about the fact his own sister despised him.
"I want you to stay away from me and my maids. They are good and decent women. Not your own private harem."
Why can't you be like Acheron? He would never prey on someone else.
He clenched his teeth. What would she say if she knew how many lovers her precious Acheron had taken while Styxx was still as virgin as the day he'd entered this world? And that was even with a god chasing after his virginity, along with every female unrelated to him.
She wouldn't believe it. For whatever reason, she wanted to hate him and went out of her way to find reasons to fuel her resentment and fury.