IF LOVE IT IS, I ADMIT DEFEAT

IF LOVE IT IS, I ADMIT DEFEAT Fleeting beauty is a dire fate of such being who depends only on grace and youth for protection and even for existence. Dryope amused herself in the presence of chosen flowers carefully grown. The setting sunshine mixed with the colors of hibiscus, peach colored roses and the Jasmine that sits at the far end of the garden. Standing under a tree, she can only wish she’ll grow some wings and try to fly beyond the sky. However, she feared she will fall into temptation just like Daedalus. She held her chest to her self, what use is a noble if born as a woman in the city of Miletus? Only to be sold as a concubine and be part of a vast harem. To be showered with wealth but denied of what she needed most. Security. One could never grasp. To be sure that the man who so adored her now will still find her amusing after she loses her youth. With wrinkled skin and swollen knees, will he come see her and rest his head on her shoulder and whisper his affection. No, everyone knows. A concubine falling in love spells further predicament. Axtochus swept his hand over her golden necklace and her throat. His touch felt like burns that she knew will never be erased with time. Alas! The monster she once detested had always been the reason of her silent remorse late at night. Had she been a horse or whatever except Axtochus’ concubine, she wouldn’t have known how it feels to stand beside him watching the sunset. It’s a bitter realization she has to swallow and forget about. "Tonight, my love, is a banquet I prepared to welcome merchants from different nations and I insist you join us." Dryope knew joining the banquet only means she had to sit where a wealthy man’s pet is supposed to be: at his feet. She is not unhappy. As only her among all his wives and concubines who’s presence is required. Everyone seemed to be having a great deal of fun as laughter resonate even outside the corridors. However, everyone cannot help but fall silent as Dryope entered. She wore the golden girdle around her tiny waist studded with emerals and opals. The precious jewels that adorned her were not the things they stared at but her figure and her undeniable beauty. Her hair is silver washed with the faintest color of yellow and her eyes, the mixture of the green of sea and the blue of the sky. Hey body that is shaped like a doll’s and her skin that every woman is vying for, fruit of her efforts to rub lotions and cream night and day. They talked and ate but their eyes were stealing furtive glances everytime Axtochus occasionally lifts a lock of her hair or runs his fingers on her shoulders like a favored pet. "Tomorrow, let’s start the Caravan and head for Bethlehem. Passover is coming and more people means more profit!" Axtochus raised his goblet of wine and took a sip before handing it over to Dryope. She drank it dutifully. After the banquet, Axtochus summoned her to his chamber. The eunuch standing by the door clicked his tongue in disgust as she walks pass him. There is always contempt served on her plate wherever she goes. "We will depart before sunrise. You will wait for me here." He steps down his bed and pulled her closer to him. He relieved the eunuch from his post and was ordered to keep disturbance away from his chamber. He unclasped her girdle and swept the tunic down her shoulders. Her garments fell on her feet and her chest felt cold against the air. She didn’t move. She allowed his hands to travel around her body as she forced her emotions down the pit of her stomach, allowing not a strand of emotion show on her face. Her heart twisted and her breath stopped as he held one of her ample twin peaks while circling his thumb against the tiny bud on her chest until it hardened as pebbles. Taught will all the arts of courtesans, she led his other hand to do the same. Axtochus never liked the ones who acts before he says, he wants to be completely in control. He swept her hands away and both fell on to her side. He pinned her down his bed, her arms unresisting. Her face tilted on one side. She pursed her lips as she can feel his hand traveling from her knees up to the triangle between her thighs. She held them tight together and he parted them expecting not a hint of reluctance. He found the slit she wants to play with and he always liked the wetness of his fingers after he dipped it inside her aching womanhood. He liked the heat that comes from there and the sound she makes when he moves his hand in and out of the her tight crevice. He smirked and locked his lips with hers in a way she had never liked. His passionate and warm kisses makes her want to stay. He finally invaded her with his enormous manhood bodying strength, stamina and size. He seems to be gifted of that as well. Axtochus opened her wider and prepared for his sudden entrance. She cried for ecstasy before he drove it inside her. He throbbed in the sensation he feels as he hits the wall of her womahood, releasing significant amount of his love juices. He kissed her hair and lovingly stroked her arms with his hand. "I will wrap you with the sky and crown your head with the brightest star. You will be given everything you will need, just say it and it will be yours." "I want freedom." Dryope knows she doesn’t want to go. She prayed to the unnamed God that if he would not give her what she will demand, she can love this man. She will not wish for anything more. "Everytime I stand among the flowers or shrubs, I would look at my shoulder or my arms if I had grown leaves as my name says." No, I feel more alive when I see your face or when you hold my hands. She thought. "I want to go to Athens. See the world and learn things more than I could read in books." Axtochus concealed his face in the dark. He didn’t talk for a while. Regrets came to him. Why did he ask her the question he never wants to be answered. Dryope is an intelligent woman, a spirit that wants to see the world. "Is that what you want?". He asked again. No, I want you to stop me. To chain me next to you and never let me go. I want you to keep me in that arms of yours claiming me as yours. I want you to own me. Dryope cried at the words she wanted to say but could not speak. "Yes." She bowed her head. He embraced her sobbing body and continued to do so until she stopped. He wanted to tell her how much she needed her. She filled his lonely hours with joy unrivaled. She is more than a courtesan to him. More than just a companion. But how could she understand? She is just a woman. He stood up. He placed his hands on his hips to support the heaviness of his chest. It’s painful. "You shall be free." He turned his back and by the light of the moon. What have I done? She asked. Was she blinded by her hatred that his love did not get to her or was he too much of a coward to face his true emotions or does he really never loved her at all. She had too many questions but her verdict was already given. She was given freedom, he sent her his most competent slaves and his best guards to serve her. She gave her three chests of gold and jewels and his best horses to pull her carriage. The Caravan started and they both parted ways before the sun rose in Miletus. (a/n:) it seems, four of my chapters did not pass the review. The contents, as it appears, is said to be overly detailed. Well, I suppose if you want to read it, I can arrange a special offer for you, my dear readers. Follow me and after I follow you back, you can message me for exclusive stories.❤️Please hit the like buton, comment and don’t forget to subscribe. Love, Your Perfectly Innocent Author