She waited for him as he gave a look of utter confusion, like she had lost her mind. A sigh left Calypso’s mouth as he spilled into her arms; big and warm and welcome and alive and wanted and familiar. His arms wrapped tight around her and her arms wrapped tight around him, she gazed up at him with large, searching over her own, letting the the storm colour of his gaze wash over her and consume her. She hummed and nodded her head a little, solemn that she had to go through his moment with him again. Always this moment. “I have,” she sighed as he looked at her. She swallowed and shuddered with delight as his fingers trailed up her back and along the curve of her neck, melting a little into the touch.
She inhaled sharply as his fingers tangled in her dark curls and tugged her head back, the jerk of the roots against her scalp shooting down her spine. Her throat bared to him just a little she tilted her chin up further, willingly exposing her wind pipe. “So many times before we have laid together, my love. With great, fervours joy.” she said softly, her lashes fluttering shut. “You’re known to shift faces though,” and she looked back at him, right into his eyes and smiled. “I’ve bared many of your children,” She leaned into him, pressing into him. “But none for you with this face,” and her hand raised and dragged her fingers over his cheek gently.
Nikolai glanced around the pool. Every face was new to him and yet he couldn’t help but feel them to be oddly familiar. Power of persuasion, perhaps. His fingers tangled in her hair, fading into the tendrils as they bled throughout the water. His free hand traced over her shoulder, sliding wet fabric as he moved, shedding the dress, as lovely as it was, from her delicate frame. The sheer fabric floated somewhere in the water. Nikolai pressed his lips to Calypso’s, kissing her softly and as he did, he picked her up, forced her legs around him and his hands moved to support her bare ass. He moaned softly as their middles touched. His dick, hard and curious now, was brushed by her body. It’d been weeks since he’s last been touched like this by another human. Months since he’s laid with one.
"Calypso," he breathed, moaning her name into her throat as he kissed and laved, licked and sucked at the soft skin. Panting and sweating and humping, rutting his body against hers, looking for friction, for heat. His cock all but penetrated inside her. Rubbed against her clit, between her folds, between her cheeks. Up against her hip, her thigh, her stomach. Everywhere but where they both probably wanted it. Backed up against the lip of the pool, closer to Latinus and two of the other women who took his hat and bandanna. He pressed Caypso against the rock and stared into her eyes a moment. Still, no memory of her.