Chapter 31: The Feast
The first day of the Feast of Hera was a definite low point in Praxis' life.
Everywhere he looked, he saw signs of revelry. Argos was alive with the sights, sounds, and smells of the Feast. It was a four day period where the entire city could just forget about the realities of life and celebrate. There was dancing to be had near the marketplace and there were the sounds of happy children everywhere, moving throughout the streets. Even the smell of the city was different--perfumed scents from the east coupled with the scent of freshly-made bread.
Everyone in the city was happy today.
Everyone except Praxis.
It might not have been so bad if Astara wasn't everywhere he looked. His brother's fiance was never far from sight now that she was joining their family, and the people of Argos loved to see the joining of two important houses.
It didn't matter that Astara looked no happier than Praxis was. She was going to be Xanthos' second wife whether he liked it or not.
And what was even worse, Damian somehow knew about their earlier tryst.
Every time that Praxis would find his eyes on her, he would feel the heat of a glare on the back of his neck. When the sensation became too hard to ignore, he would turn and find Damian staring at him, no doubt silently reminding him of what had already passed.
She's going to be Xanthos' wife now. She doesn't belong to you, Praxis.
There was scarcely a worse feeling than the one of helplessness. And that's what he felt every time Astara was near.
Apart from his own personal drama, the Feast was kicked off without a hitch. All of his mother's carefully-arranged preparations were a big hit with the people, as evidenced by the way they cheered her whenever she was around.
Queen Doris took it all in stride, but it was hard for her to admit that she overexerted herself in the process. This morning was the worst yet. She'd barely been able to get out of bed without coughing up a storm--something that troubled Praxis as well as Lysandra, who had volunteered to help her.
"Why don't you just get your rest today?" asked Lysandra as she gestured for Doris to go back to the palace. "Praxis and I can handle anything that's remaining. It's not a big deal."
Doris put on a genuine smile and tapped Lysandra's arm. "And miss the start of the festivities? No, of course I couldn't do that. I have to be here, and besides, all the hard work is over. The only things remaining are little items that we can take care of quickly. I want to see the start of this wonderful feast."
"Mother, she has a point," said Praxis. "You look just awful right now."
Doris started to shake her head. "You certainly know how to talk to a woman, don't you? I don't see what Lysandra sees in you."
Lysandra giggled at that comment and started to turn red. Though Praxis had introduced her to his mother as one of his friends, it didn't take Doris long to figure out the true nature of their relationship. For what it was worth, she welcomed the redheaded woman with open arms in true Doris fashion.
"He's a very sweet man, when he wants to be," said Lysandra, coming to his defense and throwing him a wink.
Praxis had the urge to smile but it never made it to his lips. For one, Lysandra didn't know anything about Astara, and whether she'd sensed his changing mood was still to be determined.
Praxis also felt the sense of guilt from pining over Astara while Lysandra was hanging off his arm. He felt like the worst kind of hypocrite, and he knew it was only a matter of time until Lysandra found out.
And then what would happen? Would that mean the end of his relationship with her as well?
He didn't want to even think about that right now. All he was concerned about was getting through the next few days.
At least that first day went by quickly. Before he knew it, it was past dark and the city was starting to quiet down for the evening. Praxis had dinner with his family, an affair that was noticeably more silent than on other nights thanks to the brooding moods of Praxis, Astara, and Melitta, who was still upset about Xanthos taking another wife.
Doris was also conspicuously absent, having gone to bed early after another long day of exerting herself.
Praxis didn't stay up for long. His feet were killing him from the festivities and all he wanted to do was to get some sleep as well. However, sleep wasn't going to be forthcoming when he saw who was in his bed.
Lysandra was wearing only a coy smile when he arrived, the blanket pulled up to her midsection and leaving her gloriously nude. Her flaming red hair was draped around her shoulders and her green eyes were locked on his.
"I've been waiting all day for this," she said, her voice husky with the tone of an aroused woman. "I thought about stealing you away all day but I didn't think I could do it without your mother noticing."
Praxis chuckled as he walked closer to the bed. "Not that it would have mattered anyway. She already suspects something is going on, remember? She just doesn't have hard evidence of it yet."
Lysandra grinned as she reached under his chiton and took his cock in hand. "And yet, I've found all the
hard
evidence I need right here."
There was something about a gorgeous, naked woman that seemed to make every problem in your life go away. As soon as Lysandra touched him, all thoughts of Astara vanished as his body started to respond. Soon enough, he was hard, and Praxis used his free hand to pinch Lysandra's nipples, causing her to groan.
It only took a few minutes of that before Lysandra ripped the blanket away, exposing the rest of her body.
"Blessed Demeter, if you don't get inside me right now, I'm just going to die of arousal!" she mewled while arching her back in the air. "Give it to me now!"
That was all the encouragement that he needed to hear. Praxis rolled onto the bed and slipped between her thighs. Lysandra was the one to connect their parts together, and for the next half hour, they fucked in a variety of positions while becoming soaked in sweat. It wasn't until she was riding him that he finally had the urge to cum, spraying her insides with his sticky seed.
It was just what she needed. Lysandra dismounted from his lap and fell to his side but not before taking some of his cum on her fingers and bringing them to her lips. It was an erotic sight to watch her suck her digits dry, one that he wasn't soon to forget.
After she was finished, she took a moment to catch her breath while Praxis did the same. It was only when she turned toward him and put her hand under her head that he figured out something was up.
"Will you tell me about Corinth?" she asked as her fingertips traced circles around his chest.
Praxis gave her a weird look. "What about it? I told you most of what happened as soon as I got back."
Well, almost most of it. He conveniently left out the part about Astara, not wanting to trigger a fight. Though he wasn't quite sure what this "thing" was between him and Lysandra, he knew better than to mention another woman while still in bed with her.
Lysandra's fingers hadn't stopped moving. "What was it like? Did you meet anyone there?"
"I met the King of Corinth," answered Praxis. "Alongside one of his best warriors. They're good people, and I definitely don't wish them any bad will."
Lysandra seemed to accept this answer until her fingers circled around his nipple. "What about the women?"
And there was the catch.
