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Lydia and Elia placed the large bowls of scented soapy warm water on the soft rug as they knelt next to where we lay. Elia knelt behind Vasiliki who was draped across me and Lydia knelt at my other side. Elia smiled coyly at me when I caught her eye. I was surprised to see her here, now, because I had just rescued her a few days ago and hadn't really seen her since except for once when she was passing from one room to another. She'd been in the care of my wives since she arrived. Still, I didn't expect her to join in these kinds of activities so soon, if at all. What she was about to do had almost always been performed by the harem. Only rarely had guests, who had yet to decide what would become of their new lives, participated.
She followed Lydia's lead. They each dipped their washcloths in the warm scented water and cleaned us tenderly. Lydia stroked and cleaned my cock and balls of Vasiliki's juices and Elia wiped and cleaned my cum from between Vasiliki's cheeks. They dried us with soft towels. Vasiliki snuggled into my shoulder then said,
"Elia, I've been away until yesterday, so we haven't had the chance to talk. But won't you tell us how our King found you?"
"Yes my queen." Elia said, her legs folded under her on the carpet. She sat neat and upright, her hands in her lap. All my wives were addressed as Queens by the people of Atlantis. I had never ordered it. I never actually ordered almost anything. But these customs came from the people and Elia had caught on to it. She was used to these kinds of formalities from her native land and time.
"I am- no, I was-"
"You can be whoever you want to be-," Vasiliki interrupted, "-I still am the eighteen year old Princess of Syracuse that I was when our King found me nearly six centuries ago. Yet now I'm also one of the Queens of Atlantis and have worn many, many other titles since he brought me here."
Elia nodded,
"Well... then I am Elia of Sabine. I am the daughter of Olus Staius and Livia Maras. My father is-," her voice cracked and the pain of her memory closed her wet eyes, "-He wa-" her shoulders shook with her sobs. Vasiliki sat up and took Elia's hand in her own.
"Shhh my sweet girl", she whispered, "You will overcome this and live a wonderful life. Just as they would have wanted you too, and even more than they could have imagined." Vasiliki wiped Elia's tears away who sniffed and nodded. I was up on one elbow and rested my hand on Elia's thigh. It was soft and disappeared up into the shadow of her short cut light blue tunic made of soft cotton. It was shoulderless and sleeveless and was held up by her plump breasts and a loose draw string.She shifted and her thighs opened slightly. I thought I could feel warmth emanating from between her legs. I didn't dare make a suggestive move. She was new to this place, and anything she did here had to be her choice.
Vasiliki stroked her naked shoulder, saying:
"Why don't you lay down here with us? It's very nice in Aphroditus' arms. We'll keep you safe while you tell us your story."
Elia hesitated as she wiped her eyes and sniffled. I thought she was just going to stay put, even as I made some space for her, but then she smiled and lay down beside me with her back to me and her head resting on my bicep, she snuggled up against me and pressed her soft round butt into my crotch. My little spoon. I gasped a tiny bit in surprise and for an instant she shrank away. But I wrapped my other arm across her belly and she latched onto my forearm, pushing my wrist between her heavy breasts, my inner elbow resting on some bunched up fabric right over her clit. She rubbed herself more firmly into me. Vasiliki laid down facing her, their lips only a handbreadth apart, as if everything Elia would be about to say would be a secret between them. Lydia came around to spoon Vasiliki who snuggled warmly into her. I was still naked and could feel every inch of Elia' s warm smooth sunkissed skin and slight soft garment against me. I was grateful I had just cum or else I'm sure my cock would have slid right up into her short skirt by now.
She glanced a smile at me.
"My father was the biggest horse breeder among the Sabines, his horses are the best in all of Italy and he was and favored by the King, Titus Tatius", she began, "So when King Titus' younger brother Staius became a widower, my father was so happy to marry me off to him." She squeezed my arm tighter. "I was so angry at him. But it feels like a lifetime ago now. Staius was known for being cruel, and I was afraid." The way she kept pulling at my arm as she spoke started to walk the top of her loose dress towards her nipples, and her shifting about was sliding her very short gossamer tunic over her hips and around her waist. My breath shortened, and I felt my face heat up, but she just said that she loved how warm my skin was and did something with her hips which isolated my cock between her soft naked buttcheeks. Does she know what she's doing to me?
"We were to be married at the big festival to honor Neptune-" She stopped moving, then turned her head up towards me, her bouncy curly Mediterranean brown hair squishing against my cheek until our lips almost met. She was intoxicating. Her eyes like dark baskets of roasted chestnuts, her lips like an opened fig. My eyelids were half closed already- "Do you have festivals for the Gods here?" she asked.
Vasiliki giggled, and my eyes opened all the way again as I caught my breath,
"We have many Festivals" I said, "But they don't have much to do with the gods. They're about us, and enjoying being alive together."
My cock pulsed between her ass cheeks.
"Oh" she said thinking for a moment, "That sounds nice" and turned back towards Vasiliki who giggled and promised to arrange a festival soon. As she did, she pulled the skin back from my dick with her ass cheeks. I'm sure it had grown noticeably, but she was happy in my embrace. Perhaps she had never really been held like this before. I propped myself up on one elbow, positioning my head just above hers.
"I was supposed to marry Staius at the festival" she continued, her face turning slightly red, "and my father was going to become the father of the wife of the king's brother and our family name would become illustrious for a thousand generations." She sighed touching her belly. "and I would make him many heirs." She glanced up at me saying "they say every man needs heirs." She smiled and shifted along my cock, "My mother said that we women of sabine are the most fertile in the world; even more fertile than our fields." My breath caught for a second and I felt a fire in my blood as I looked into her eyes. She winked and giggled. The fabric separating my cock from her pussy was soaked.
"At least that's what he kept saying as he got the King to agree. It only cost him five horses a year which the king would be allowed to pick from our herd for the rest of his life. My father thought it was worth it." The inside of my forearm brushed her soft erect nipple, the top of the dress had walked down far enough to reveal it fully, slipping under her breast a moment later. Vasiliki's hand glided up to the exposed, soft, pink summit. One delicate finger swirled around Elia's nipple. She shuddered and gasped and squirmed against me, causing my cock to jolt. She opened her thighs for my cock to slide between them. She went on with her story, shorter of breath as she rubbed her pussy, back arched, along the top of my cock.
