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Theatre de Amore resides solely in the realm of fantasy. Everyone in this series is a consenting adult (18 years of age). (Elements contained in this story include: voyeurism/exhibitionism, group sex - MFF, MF, MMF, fellatio/cunnilingus, MF sex). This chapter is the direct follow up of Chapter 2, and is unlikely to make much sense if you haven't read that shorter Chapter first.
Theatre de Amore, Ch. 3: The Muse
Anthony stood in his studio, gazing at the portrait he'd hung on the wall some weeks ago. He'd found it while visiting a small shop run by his friend, Julius, and had been unable to sleep properly until it was in his possession. He'd sat for hours, staring at the feminine image portrayed on the canvas, consumed by it.
"I found her on a trip to the Black Sea," Julius had told him. "The artist died, and his wife was selling what remained of his works. She claimed this Thracian goddess, Kotys, had come to her husband in a dream, inspiring his work. It became so that he could paint nothing but her. His studio was full of nothing else by the time he died."
Anthony ran a hand through his hair, then reached for his sculpting tools. As the outside light from the window began to dim, he began chipping pieces off the solid block of marble. It was a labor of love which would become his greatest work.
As the morning sun rose and the dim light filtered through the same windows, he was still at work: chiseling, shaping, forming. He took no notice when his housekeeper entered with his breakfast on a tray. He left it untouched; she removed it when she brought his supper.
The time passed in a haze for him. Anthony lost track of the number of days that had elasped. He worked; he slept. He neglected his mistress, allowing his work to consume him thoroughly. He dreamed of her, the figure from the painting, beckoning to him, urging him to finish. He could not rest until he had brought forth the female form from the block of marble.
At long last, he fell into an exhausted sleep on the chaise longue in his studio, his work finally complete.
When he awoke, he had his housekeeper send her youngest around to his mistress's home with a note to come to him as quickly as she could. He sat, admiring his creation, marveling at the form he had freed from the marble block. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, then started as a thought crossed his mind.
He hurried to the wash basin, pulling off his shirt. He washed quickly, running a damp towel over his chest, arms, and face, before combing his hair, smoothing it into place. Throughout these ministrations, his eyes darted constantly to his creation, almost as if he feared the statue would disappear if he took his eyes from her for too long.
"So, you've remembered me at last," his mistress said as she entered the studio, dripping sarcasm. "After the way you treated me the last two times I was here, you're lucky I came at all!"
"Huh?" Anthony replied stupidly. The last time he remembered seeing her, they'd parted on good terms, or so it had seemed to him.
"You barely glanced at me when I was last here two days ago," Maria said stiffly.
"You were here two days ago?" he asked in surprise.
"Cad!" she huffed, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. She looked enticing, her loose blouse draping off one shoulders, spots of color in her cheeks. She put one hand on a hip, cocking it at him in challenge.
"I'm sorry, Maria, love," he said, determined to apologize and avoid a further scolding. "I simply had to finish her. Come and look. I'll dedicate her to you. My finest work to my favored lady." He put out a hand. After a long moment in which he was uncertain that she would surrender her hand to him, she laid it to rest lightly in his.
He led her to his masterpiece and they stood examining it. Anthony looked closely at her face, anxious for her reaction to his great work. Her lips parted, and she stood speechless for some time. At last, she shook herself, as if shaking off water. Maria turned on him, face like a thundercloud.
"Who posed for this? What woman have you brought here? I know this isn't based on me! Who did you have here? Is she the reason you've been ignoring me for the last few weeks?" She attempted to withdraw her hand from his.
"No one else!" he protested, clutching her hand to his heart. "I didn't use a live model. Look and see." He pointed to the painting hanging on the wall behind them. "Julius sold her to me. Once I saw the painting, I knew this was the form waiting in the marble. After being unable to work for months, you know how much this means to me!"
"Who is she?" Maria asked.
"She's the goddess, Kotys. Look at her. Look at her beauty. She's the goddess of the wilderness, wild, untamed." He released her hand, moving behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. He turned her back toward the statue. "Do you not think it's the best work I've ever produced? I was just...just so inspired. It was as if she were whispering in my ear as I worked."
"It is rather beautiful," Maria admitted büyükesat escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/buyukesat-escort/) reluctantly. Anthony kissed the top of her head, his arms encircling her from behind.
"Do you want to hear how the Thracians celebrated her?" He spoke softly and seductively into her ear. His body was reminding him just how much he had missed Maria. "Every year, villages would hold a festival for her, usually up in the hills. The festival was called Cotyttia. They would cook a great feast, with special foods thought to be aphrodisiacs, and drink endless casks of wine, holding special rites of worship." Placing a finger beneath her chin, he gently tipped her head back, and bent his enough to give her a lingering kiss. "Sexual rites. They were known for how, um, enthusiastically they were conducted. A group was selected by a special lottery, to determine who in the village would take part. It is said that some years she appeared among them and took part in the festivities." He kissed her again, savoring the feel of her soft lips under his. "The sexual energy generated was said to ensure her blessing on the land for the coming year." Anthony's lips curled into a smile. "I missed you, Maria."
"I would not have guessed from your poor treatment of me," Maria said, clearly not yet fully pacified by his apology. Anthony nibbled at her neck, one hand stroking her hip.
"Julius said the artist who created the painting," he said, nuzzling her ear, "did so in an attempt to call the goddess forth. He thought that he could infuse her with his life energy, and she would come to him, step right out of his painting, and be among us."
His hands roved freely over her, stroking her wide hips, her soft belly, letting his fingers brush the underside of her large breasts.
"A feast," she remarked absently, leaning back into him, growing restless under his touch.
"What's that, love?" he asked, feeling his arousal increasing.
"We should have a feast. To celebrate the completion of your work. We'll invite our friends, and you can unveil this masterpiece of yours." She reached back, groping for the growing bulge in his trousers. "Maybe we should try celebrating our own Cotyttia," she purred to him.
"And will we invite Kotys to join us?" he said, laughing warmly, eager for more of her touch. "Shall we ask her to bless us with her gifts?"
"Mmmm," Maria murmured, turning in his arms and tugging at the hem of his shirt so that he raised his arms and she was able to strip it off him. One hand stroked his chest, while the other returned to squeeze his swelling member. "What gifts would she give us?"
"It's said she could make a man keep the iron in his sword for hours at a time, and that women would have nothing but pleasure from it for all their days." He ran a hand inside her loose blouse and caressed one generous breast, tweaking the nipple playfully.
"Ohhhh, Kotys," Maria moaned in a pleading voice, one eyebrow quirked humorously. "Come to us, and walk among us. Endow us with your great gifts. Give us a good fuck!" She laughed, and Anthony buried his face in her neck with a mock growl.
"Make love to me," he said, the heat in his voice causing her to shiver with delight.
"Are you inviting me to your bedroom, sir?" she said, still teasing him.
"No. Here. Now." He grinned at her. "Right at the feet of my goddess. Let's show her how much we, uh, appreciate her dominion." Anthony rotated his hips, rubbing his hard shaft against her hand. "I need you, Maria. Now. I can hardly bear it."
Maria drew a sharp breath as he tugged her shirt up and off her body. She wore nothing beneath the loose blouse. He cupped his palms over her breasts, kneading the flesh with firm fingers. The deprivation of the past few weeks swept through him, and he bent to take her left nipple into his mouth. He kissed, licked, and sucked the flesh while playing his hand over the other nipple. Maria's fingers dug into his hair as he tweaked and teased until both nipples were swollen, diamond hard points.
He felt fevered, frenzied. He tugged at the waistband of her skirt. With a laugh, she reached back to unfasten it, letting it fall into a pool of fabric at her feet, kicking it out of her way, slipping off her shoes.
Anthony stepped back to savor the sight of her nude form. She cocked her head at him, hands on hips, posing seductively before him.
"Poor Anthony," she said, with mock sympathy. "Only a cold statue for company these past weeks." She ran her eyes over him. "Deprived of a warm woman for your bed." She reached out, grasping his stiff member though his trousers. It jerked in her hand and she grinned. "No hot sheath waiting for you to sink your 'sword' into at night." She licked her lips as he pressed hard against her hand. Her hands reached for his waistband, and she freed his rampant member, stroking it while she watched his face.
Anthony groaned with need, closing his eyes against the sight of her, and attempted to control himself.
"You're already so hard, lover," she teased, lightly scraping çankaya escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort/) her fingernail along the underside of his cock until she reached the tip. Once there, she trailed the nail around the sensitive head, giving a deep throaty chuckle when Anthony's cock gave a hard jerk. Precum oozed from the tip, and she smeared it over the large mushroom head.
"Now," he growled at her, repeating his earlier demand. Anthony grabbed for her, caught her hips, pulling her into a tight embrace. His erection pressed against her belly as he brought his mouth down hard on hers.
"Do you love me more than your stone goddess?" she asked breathlessly as he moved his lips across her jawline and down her neck. He mumbled a reply she couldn't make out clearly. "Then you'll have to show me," she demanded.
He pressed her down to the floor so that their heads were at the base of the statue. Anthony rose above her, flattening his palms on her chest, above her breasts. He ran his hands down, over the tops of her breasts, palms skating over her nipples, down her ribs, over her hipbones, to rest on the insides of her thighs. With a mischievous smile, he nudged them apart. He shifted his position, and lowered his mouth to her nearly bare pussy. He worked his tongue between her lips, plunging it inside her opening, nibbling, licking, and sucking as if he were kissing her mouth.
"Anthony," she gasped, squirming in pleasure. Maria grabbed a handful of his hair and pressed her mound against his open mouth. He worked her, channeling his raging desire through his lips and tongue, until the area surrounding his mouth was glistened wetly with her juices. He brought her as close to the edge of her orgasm as possible without tipping her over it.
"Now," Anthony said firmly, his voice full of heat. He lifted his head away from her, causing her to whimper in dismay at being denied her pleasure. He smiled seductively, and wrapped his hand around his engorged shaft, guiding it to her opening.
"I missed you, Maria," he reminded her, as he drove himself inside her liquid heat.
"Anthony!" she cried, digging her fingers into his buttocks, urging him deeper. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips to meet him. He pressed forward until his cock bottomed out inside of her.
He withdrew slowly, only as far as she would allow, before sinking himself deep again.
"Make me cum," Maria urged. "I'm so close, Anthony."
He smiled down at her, shifting his body. He lifted her legs, so that her ankles rested against his shoulders. With her repositioned, he began to move in and out of her in firm, deep strokes.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, voice husky.
"Yes! Ohhhh, Anthony! Don't stop!"
As he continued to pound into her, she threw her arms above her head, bracing her hands against the base of the statue of Kotys. Lost in the pleasure of their coupling, neither noticed the barely visible, warm red light that suffused the statue where Maria's hands touched it. As she called out to him, the light pulsed and began to travel upward.
"I'm cumming," Maria cried out, head tilted back, eyes closed. Light continued to travel in pulses from her fingertips, through the statue's base, and up the leg of the statue, fading as it reached the center of the statue's chest.
Anthony was breathing heavily, his face buried in Maria's neck. He felt Maria's tight pussy grip his cock as her orgasm tore through her. He continued thrusting hard, not relenting, even as she reached her peak. His own release was imminent, pushed closer by the sounds and the feel of her pleasure.
"Fuck!" he groaned, feeling his balls contract, ready to release their load. Just as he felt the first spurt of his cum pump into Maria's depths, he glanced up at the face of his creation. "Kotys," he gasped, then groaned anew as he slammed into Maria once more and froze, feeling the last of his load empty into her.
"Hmm?" Maria asked, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"It's almost like she's smiling down on us," he muttered to Maria, freeing her legs and collapsing onto her.
Maria wrapped her arms and legs tight around him, wanting to maintain contact for a short while longer.
"I believe you missed me," she said, laughing gently.
They kissed, then she released her grip on him. After another moment, he withdrew his softening cock and rolled onto his back beside Maria. Fingers interlaced, they lay looking upward.
"Let's have our feast," she prompted. "You write the notes, and have them delivered. I'll run to the marketplace to get the food and wine."
"Yes, all right," he agreed. He rolled toward her, reaching. "But first..."
Maria came into his arms with a sensuous laugh.
Hours later, they sat at either end of the small dining table, with their five friends scattered around the table in mismatched chairs, feasting, toasting, and laughing together. Several empty bottles of wine littered the table. Anthony was regaling them with the tale of the revelries of Cotyttia, and how Julius, cebeci escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/cebeci-escort/) seated down the table from him, had sold him the painting of Kotys. Julius filled in the story with the background of the painter, and how he had come to buy the painting from the widow.
"How did you learn about some Thracian goddess anyway?" Lizzie asked.
"I visited Galleria dell'Accademia, and asked about her in the antiquities department soon after I got the painting," Anthony answered. "The master there was quite happy to tell me all about it."
"I'll bet! Was he thoroughly scholarly about it, or was he a dirty old pervert?" Lizzie laughed heartily. "You should have taken Julius with you. I think he would love to hear orgy stories." She slipped her hand down and squeezed Julius's thigh.
"I wouldn't say no," Julius answered, grinning at his lover.
"He was a bit of both, I think," Anthony said, twirling his wine glass between his fingers. "He said those who partake in the rituals were known as baptai. The name had something to do with purification rituals. Before the, you know, sex rites."
"Here's to sex rites!" Yanis said drunkenly, raising his glass in a toast. The group laughed, and toasted with him.
"Are you ready to see her?" Anthony asked eagerly. He looked down the table at Maria, and caught her small, secretive smile as she sipped her wine.
His friends stood, noisily scraping back their chairs, chattering loudly with each other.
"We've one more bottle of wine," Maria announced.
"Go on then, take your glasses and we'll bring it in the studio. But no peeking! She stays covered until I'm ready to unveil her!" Anthony watched his friends lurch through the doorway, headed for the studio, while Maria fetched the last bottle of wine from where she'd stashed it earlier.
"Kiss me first," she said, leaning into him. He smiled at her, and bent his head to obey.
"Anthony!" Julius shouted from the other room. "Where have you hidden this work of yours?"
He broke apart reluctantly from Maria, rolling his eyes.
"So drunk they can't even spot a life-sized figure hidden under a blanket," he said, laughing.
He and Maria walked hand-in-hand into his dimly lit studio.
"You haven't sold it already, have you?" Yanis asked, grinning at them.
"Wha-what?" Anthony stumbled to a stop where his friends waited, looking around the studio in puzzlement. The sheet he had used to cover his finished work lay in a heap on the floor where the statue had stood.
"Anthony?" Maria asked, confusion on her face.
"What prank is this?" he demanded of his friends. "What have you done with her?"
"What are you talking about?" Julius asked. "This is all we've found. I've seen all this work," he gestured around the studio, "there's nothing new in here."
"She was right here!" Anthony insisted, pointing to where the covering lay. "Just before dinner, Kotys was right here! Did you all move her somewhere as a joke while we were still at table?"
A chorus of "No" from his friends, a burst of drunken chatter among them, and Anthony spun about, disbelieving, eyes searching.
"I am here." A light, musical voice cut through their loud discussion, seeming to echo throughout the room.
It had the effect of a thunderclap. Shocked silence fell over the group.
From a darkened corner, a figure emerged. Tall and slender but with full hips, the nude female stepped into a puddle of light cast from a nearby sconce on the wall. Her skin gleamed in the lamplight. She regarded the party clustered together in the center of the room with her green cat-like eyes, looking from face to face. Her ruby red lips curled up into the hint of a smile, and several of the group sighed as one. Sleek black hair coiled on her head, almost as if she wore a crown. A triangle of dark curls framed the mound between her legs. The dark hair stood out starkly against the pale alabaster coloring of her skin.
"You called for me," she said, cocking her head the merest fraction and addressing the couple at the center of the group. "You have staged the Cotyttia, and invoked my name."
"Kotys," Anthony whispered, feeling Maria press against his side. He couldn't take his eyes off the woman before him. He recognized the face he had spent hours carving out. It never occurred to him to think she was anyone but Kotys herself.
"This is brilliant," Lizzie said. "You actually hired someone for your party to play a goddess!" She nudged Maria, who turned wide eyes on her.
"I didn't," Maria protested weakly. "We didn't."
Kotys walked slowly toward the group, approaching the quiet man at the far left of the cluster of friends. He stared wide-eyed as she reached out to him, brushing her fingertips across his cheek. She smiled gently at him as she cut her way into the circle of friends, lightly touching each of them as she passed.
"You," she said at last, reaching Anthony. She laid a hand on his cheek. "You called and called for me, days without end. You prepared the vessel. You yearned for me." She kissed his lips and he shivered with need. "You both called." She leaned toward Maria, planting the same kiss on her lips. Kotys smiled at Maria's dazed look. "But this one," Kotys said, voice dropping low, one arm snaking around Anthony's neck. "This one wants to lie with me."
Theatre de Amore, Ch. 3: The Muse
Anthony stood in his studio, gazing at the portrait he'd hung on the wall some weeks ago. He'd found it while visiting a small shop run by his friend, Julius, and had been unable to sleep properly until it was in his possession. He'd sat for hours, staring at the feminine image portrayed on the canvas, consumed by it.
"I found her on a trip to the Black Sea," Julius had told him. "The artist died, and his wife was selling what remained of his works. She claimed this Thracian goddess, Kotys, had come to her husband in a dream, inspiring his work. It became so that he could paint nothing but her. His studio was full of nothing else by the time he died."
Anthony ran a hand through his hair, then reached for his sculpting tools. As the outside light from the window began to dim, he began chipping pieces off the solid block of marble. It was a labor of love which would become his greatest work.
As the morning sun rose and the dim light filtered through the same windows, he was still at work: chiseling, shaping, forming. He took no notice when his housekeeper entered with his breakfast on a tray. He left it untouched; she removed it when she brought his supper.
The time passed in a haze for him. Anthony lost track of the number of days that had elasped. He worked; he slept. He neglected his mistress, allowing his work to consume him thoroughly. He dreamed of her, the figure from the painting, beckoning to him, urging him to finish. He could not rest until he had brought forth the female form from the block of marble.
At long last, he fell into an exhausted sleep on the chaise longue in his studio, his work finally complete.
When he awoke, he had his housekeeper send her youngest around to his mistress's home with a note to come to him as quickly as she could. He sat, admiring his creation, marveling at the form he had freed from the marble block. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, then started as a thought crossed his mind.
He hurried to the wash basin, pulling off his shirt. He washed quickly, running a damp towel over his chest, arms, and face, before combing his hair, smoothing it into place. Throughout these ministrations, his eyes darted constantly to his creation, almost as if he feared the statue would disappear if he took his eyes from her for too long.
"So, you've remembered me at last," his mistress said as she entered the studio, dripping sarcasm. "After the way you treated me the last two times I was here, you're lucky I came at all!"
"Huh?" Anthony replied stupidly. The last time he remembered seeing her, they'd parted on good terms, or so it had seemed to him.
"You barely glanced at me when I was last here two days ago," Maria said stiffly.
"You were here two days ago?" he asked in surprise.
"Cad!" she huffed, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. She looked enticing, her loose blouse draping off one shoulders, spots of color in her cheeks. She put one hand on a hip, cocking it at him in challenge.
"I'm sorry, Maria, love," he said, determined to apologize and avoid a further scolding. "I simply had to finish her. Come and look. I'll dedicate her to you. My finest work to my favored lady." He put out a hand. After a long moment in which he was uncertain that she would surrender her hand to him, she laid it to rest lightly in his.
He led her to his masterpiece and they stood examining it. Anthony looked closely at her face, anxious for her reaction to his great work. Her lips parted, and she stood speechless for some time. At last, she shook herself, as if shaking off water. Maria turned on him, face like a thundercloud.
"Who posed for this? What woman have you brought here? I know this isn't based on me! Who did you have here? Is she the reason you've been ignoring me for the last few weeks?" She attempted to withdraw her hand from his.
"No one else!" he protested, clutching her hand to his heart. "I didn't use a live model. Look and see." He pointed to the painting hanging on the wall behind them. "Julius sold her to me. Once I saw the painting, I knew this was the form waiting in the marble. After being unable to work for months, you know how much this means to me!"
"Who is she?" Maria asked.
"She's the goddess, Kotys. Look at her. Look at her beauty. She's the goddess of the wilderness, wild, untamed." He released her hand, moving behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. He turned her back toward the statue. "Do you not think it's the best work I've ever produced? I was just...just so inspired. It was as if she were whispering in my ear as I worked."
"It is rather beautiful," Maria admitted büyükesat escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/buyukesat-escort/) reluctantly. Anthony kissed the top of her head, his arms encircling her from behind.
"Do you want to hear how the Thracians celebrated her?" He spoke softly and seductively into her ear. His body was reminding him just how much he had missed Maria. "Every year, villages would hold a festival for her, usually up in the hills. The festival was called Cotyttia. They would cook a great feast, with special foods thought to be aphrodisiacs, and drink endless casks of wine, holding special rites of worship." Placing a finger beneath her chin, he gently tipped her head back, and bent his enough to give her a lingering kiss. "Sexual rites. They were known for how, um, enthusiastically they were conducted. A group was selected by a special lottery, to determine who in the village would take part. It is said that some years she appeared among them and took part in the festivities." He kissed her again, savoring the feel of her soft lips under his. "The sexual energy generated was said to ensure her blessing on the land for the coming year." Anthony's lips curled into a smile. "I missed you, Maria."
"I would not have guessed from your poor treatment of me," Maria said, clearly not yet fully pacified by his apology. Anthony nibbled at her neck, one hand stroking her hip.
"Julius said the artist who created the painting," he said, nuzzling her ear, "did so in an attempt to call the goddess forth. He thought that he could infuse her with his life energy, and she would come to him, step right out of his painting, and be among us."
His hands roved freely over her, stroking her wide hips, her soft belly, letting his fingers brush the underside of her large breasts.
"A feast," she remarked absently, leaning back into him, growing restless under his touch.
"What's that, love?" he asked, feeling his arousal increasing.
"We should have a feast. To celebrate the completion of your work. We'll invite our friends, and you can unveil this masterpiece of yours." She reached back, groping for the growing bulge in his trousers. "Maybe we should try celebrating our own Cotyttia," she purred to him.
"And will we invite Kotys to join us?" he said, laughing warmly, eager for more of her touch. "Shall we ask her to bless us with her gifts?"
"Mmmm," Maria murmured, turning in his arms and tugging at the hem of his shirt so that he raised his arms and she was able to strip it off him. One hand stroked his chest, while the other returned to squeeze his swelling member. "What gifts would she give us?"
"It's said she could make a man keep the iron in his sword for hours at a time, and that women would have nothing but pleasure from it for all their days." He ran a hand inside her loose blouse and caressed one generous breast, tweaking the nipple playfully.
"Ohhhh, Kotys," Maria moaned in a pleading voice, one eyebrow quirked humorously. "Come to us, and walk among us. Endow us with your great gifts. Give us a good fuck!" She laughed, and Anthony buried his face in her neck with a mock growl.
"Make love to me," he said, the heat in his voice causing her to shiver with delight.
"Are you inviting me to your bedroom, sir?" she said, still teasing him.
"No. Here. Now." He grinned at her. "Right at the feet of my goddess. Let's show her how much we, uh, appreciate her dominion." Anthony rotated his hips, rubbing his hard shaft against her hand. "I need you, Maria. Now. I can hardly bear it."
Maria drew a sharp breath as he tugged her shirt up and off her body. She wore nothing beneath the loose blouse. He cupped his palms over her breasts, kneading the flesh with firm fingers. The deprivation of the past few weeks swept through him, and he bent to take her left nipple into his mouth. He kissed, licked, and sucked the flesh while playing his hand over the other nipple. Maria's fingers dug into his hair as he tweaked and teased until both nipples were swollen, diamond hard points.
He felt fevered, frenzied. He tugged at the waistband of her skirt. With a laugh, she reached back to unfasten it, letting it fall into a pool of fabric at her feet, kicking it out of her way, slipping off her shoes.
Anthony stepped back to savor the sight of her nude form. She cocked her head at him, hands on hips, posing seductively before him.
"Poor Anthony," she said, with mock sympathy. "Only a cold statue for company these past weeks." She ran her eyes over him. "Deprived of a warm woman for your bed." She reached out, grasping his stiff member though his trousers. It jerked in her hand and she grinned. "No hot sheath waiting for you to sink your 'sword' into at night." She licked her lips as he pressed hard against her hand. Her hands reached for his waistband, and she freed his rampant member, stroking it while she watched his face.
Anthony groaned with need, closing his eyes against the sight of her, and attempted to control himself.
"You're already so hard, lover," she teased, lightly scraping çankaya escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort/) her fingernail along the underside of his cock until she reached the tip. Once there, she trailed the nail around the sensitive head, giving a deep throaty chuckle when Anthony's cock gave a hard jerk. Precum oozed from the tip, and she smeared it over the large mushroom head.
"Now," he growled at her, repeating his earlier demand. Anthony grabbed for her, caught her hips, pulling her into a tight embrace. His erection pressed against her belly as he brought his mouth down hard on hers.
"Do you love me more than your stone goddess?" she asked breathlessly as he moved his lips across her jawline and down her neck. He mumbled a reply she couldn't make out clearly. "Then you'll have to show me," she demanded.
He pressed her down to the floor so that their heads were at the base of the statue. Anthony rose above her, flattening his palms on her chest, above her breasts. He ran his hands down, over the tops of her breasts, palms skating over her nipples, down her ribs, over her hipbones, to rest on the insides of her thighs. With a mischievous smile, he nudged them apart. He shifted his position, and lowered his mouth to her nearly bare pussy. He worked his tongue between her lips, plunging it inside her opening, nibbling, licking, and sucking as if he were kissing her mouth.
"Anthony," she gasped, squirming in pleasure. Maria grabbed a handful of his hair and pressed her mound against his open mouth. He worked her, channeling his raging desire through his lips and tongue, until the area surrounding his mouth was glistened wetly with her juices. He brought her as close to the edge of her orgasm as possible without tipping her over it.
"Now," Anthony said firmly, his voice full of heat. He lifted his head away from her, causing her to whimper in dismay at being denied her pleasure. He smiled seductively, and wrapped his hand around his engorged shaft, guiding it to her opening.
"I missed you, Maria," he reminded her, as he drove himself inside her liquid heat.
"Anthony!" she cried, digging her fingers into his buttocks, urging him deeper. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips to meet him. He pressed forward until his cock bottomed out inside of her.
He withdrew slowly, only as far as she would allow, before sinking himself deep again.
"Make me cum," Maria urged. "I'm so close, Anthony."
He smiled down at her, shifting his body. He lifted her legs, so that her ankles rested against his shoulders. With her repositioned, he began to move in and out of her in firm, deep strokes.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, voice husky.
"Yes! Ohhhh, Anthony! Don't stop!"
As he continued to pound into her, she threw her arms above her head, bracing her hands against the base of the statue of Kotys. Lost in the pleasure of their coupling, neither noticed the barely visible, warm red light that suffused the statue where Maria's hands touched it. As she called out to him, the light pulsed and began to travel upward.
"I'm cumming," Maria cried out, head tilted back, eyes closed. Light continued to travel in pulses from her fingertips, through the statue's base, and up the leg of the statue, fading as it reached the center of the statue's chest.
Anthony was breathing heavily, his face buried in Maria's neck. He felt Maria's tight pussy grip his cock as her orgasm tore through her. He continued thrusting hard, not relenting, even as she reached her peak. His own release was imminent, pushed closer by the sounds and the feel of her pleasure.
"Fuck!" he groaned, feeling his balls contract, ready to release their load. Just as he felt the first spurt of his cum pump into Maria's depths, he glanced up at the face of his creation. "Kotys," he gasped, then groaned anew as he slammed into Maria once more and froze, feeling the last of his load empty into her.
"Hmm?" Maria asked, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"It's almost like she's smiling down on us," he muttered to Maria, freeing her legs and collapsing onto her.
Maria wrapped her arms and legs tight around him, wanting to maintain contact for a short while longer.
"I believe you missed me," she said, laughing gently.
They kissed, then she released her grip on him. After another moment, he withdrew his softening cock and rolled onto his back beside Maria. Fingers interlaced, they lay looking upward.
"Let's have our feast," she prompted. "You write the notes, and have them delivered. I'll run to the marketplace to get the food and wine."
"Yes, all right," he agreed. He rolled toward her, reaching. "But first..."
Maria came into his arms with a sensuous laugh.
Hours later, they sat at either end of the small dining table, with their five friends scattered around the table in mismatched chairs, feasting, toasting, and laughing together. Several empty bottles of wine littered the table. Anthony was regaling them with the tale of the revelries of Cotyttia, and how Julius, cebeci escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/cebeci-escort/) seated down the table from him, had sold him the painting of Kotys. Julius filled in the story with the background of the painter, and how he had come to buy the painting from the widow.
"How did you learn about some Thracian goddess anyway?" Lizzie asked.
"I visited Galleria dell'Accademia, and asked about her in the antiquities department soon after I got the painting," Anthony answered. "The master there was quite happy to tell me all about it."
"I'll bet! Was he thoroughly scholarly about it, or was he a dirty old pervert?" Lizzie laughed heartily. "You should have taken Julius with you. I think he would love to hear orgy stories." She slipped her hand down and squeezed Julius's thigh.
"I wouldn't say no," Julius answered, grinning at his lover.
"He was a bit of both, I think," Anthony said, twirling his wine glass between his fingers. "He said those who partake in the rituals were known as baptai. The name had something to do with purification rituals. Before the, you know, sex rites."
"Here's to sex rites!" Yanis said drunkenly, raising his glass in a toast. The group laughed, and toasted with him.
"Are you ready to see her?" Anthony asked eagerly. He looked down the table at Maria, and caught her small, secretive smile as she sipped her wine.
His friends stood, noisily scraping back their chairs, chattering loudly with each other.
"We've one more bottle of wine," Maria announced.
"Go on then, take your glasses and we'll bring it in the studio. But no peeking! She stays covered until I'm ready to unveil her!" Anthony watched his friends lurch through the doorway, headed for the studio, while Maria fetched the last bottle of wine from where she'd stashed it earlier.
"Kiss me first," she said, leaning into him. He smiled at her, and bent his head to obey.
"Anthony!" Julius shouted from the other room. "Where have you hidden this work of yours?"
He broke apart reluctantly from Maria, rolling his eyes.
"So drunk they can't even spot a life-sized figure hidden under a blanket," he said, laughing.
He and Maria walked hand-in-hand into his dimly lit studio.
"You haven't sold it already, have you?" Yanis asked, grinning at them.
"Wha-what?" Anthony stumbled to a stop where his friends waited, looking around the studio in puzzlement. The sheet he had used to cover his finished work lay in a heap on the floor where the statue had stood.
"Anthony?" Maria asked, confusion on her face.
"What prank is this?" he demanded of his friends. "What have you done with her?"
"What are you talking about?" Julius asked. "This is all we've found. I've seen all this work," he gestured around the studio, "there's nothing new in here."
"She was right here!" Anthony insisted, pointing to where the covering lay. "Just before dinner, Kotys was right here! Did you all move her somewhere as a joke while we were still at table?"
A chorus of "No" from his friends, a burst of drunken chatter among them, and Anthony spun about, disbelieving, eyes searching.
"I am here." A light, musical voice cut through their loud discussion, seeming to echo throughout the room.
It had the effect of a thunderclap. Shocked silence fell over the group.
From a darkened corner, a figure emerged. Tall and slender but with full hips, the nude female stepped into a puddle of light cast from a nearby sconce on the wall. Her skin gleamed in the lamplight. She regarded the party clustered together in the center of the room with her green cat-like eyes, looking from face to face. Her ruby red lips curled up into the hint of a smile, and several of the group sighed as one. Sleek black hair coiled on her head, almost as if she wore a crown. A triangle of dark curls framed the mound between her legs. The dark hair stood out starkly against the pale alabaster coloring of her skin.
"You called for me," she said, cocking her head the merest fraction and addressing the couple at the center of the group. "You have staged the Cotyttia, and invoked my name."
"Kotys," Anthony whispered, feeling Maria press against his side. He couldn't take his eyes off the woman before him. He recognized the face he had spent hours carving out. It never occurred to him to think she was anyone but Kotys herself.
"This is brilliant," Lizzie said. "You actually hired someone for your party to play a goddess!" She nudged Maria, who turned wide eyes on her.
"I didn't," Maria protested weakly. "We didn't."
Kotys walked slowly toward the group, approaching the quiet man at the far left of the cluster of friends. He stared wide-eyed as she reached out to him, brushing her fingertips across his cheek. She smiled gently at him as she cut her way into the circle of friends, lightly touching each of them as she passed.
"You," she said at last, reaching Anthony. She laid a hand on his cheek. "You called and called for me, days without end. You prepared the vessel. You yearned for me." She kissed his lips and he shivered with need. "You both called." She leaned toward Maria, planting the same kiss on her lips. Kotys smiled at Maria's dazed look. "But this one," Kotys said, voice dropping low, one arm snaking around Anthony's neck. "This one wants to lie with me."