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beautiful face was flushed with
arousal. A legion of callow youths had already sworn their hearts
to her, offering her tender words of poetry, their loins vital with
desire. It was Melete to whom she came most often though, and an
eager lover she was.
    "I have longed for you today," Melete said.
"Let me see you."
    Aglaia lifted her skirts as far as her
waist, slowly revealing her slender thighs and her intimate flesh
to her lover.
    Melete looked at her bare slit, where a drop
of dew already glistened between the delicate folds of skin there.
"You are already wet."

    Aglaia nodded eagerly.
    Melete brushed a fallen blossom from
Aglaia's hair, unhitched her metal girdle then released her linen
peplos from its catchments at her shoulder. Aglaia's breasts jutted
out as she cast her girdle and robe aside, up tilted nipples the
color of wine. The mound of flesh at the juncture of Aglaia's
thighs was as rounded and firm as a ripe peach. Melete's mouth
ached to bite the flesh, to suck on it so that her lover would
squirm and beg.
    Once undressed Melete pushed her against the
tree and kissed Aglaia's mouth to quiet her moans while she
plundered her womanly flesh with eager fingers. Aglaia's juices
flowed rapidly and she shuddered and moaned, her graceful body
supine in submission. Melete stroked and stroked, until she found
her fingers delicately crushed and her hand completely drenched as
Aglaia peaked.
    "Oh, it feels so good," Aglaia whispered.
"Too good. If the gods were to see us…should we not be ashamed of
our lust?"
    Melete smiled at her question. Aglaia was so
candid and ripe, yet so unworldly. Melete was only a year or so
older but she had indulged in many pleasures of the flesh.
Chuckling, she lowered her head to suck at the firm berries of
Aglaia's nipples, distracting her with actions instead of
words.
    An ebbing breeze suddenly came from
somewhere beyond and wafted the scent of flowers back and forth
over Aglaia's body. The sensation felt strange to Melete and her
pulse tripped. There was a faint noise in the air, growing louder.
Aglaia grew still. Melete lifted her head in response to Aglaia's
sudden tension, as she did she noticed a stray white feather
floating down beside them.
    A shadow fell over them.
    Aglaia's eyes widened, a strangled cry
escaping her when she looked beyond her lover's shoulder.
    "The gods saw us...they have sent a
messenger to punish us," Aglaia stated.
    Melete let go her hold and rolled back,
turning to see what had frightened her friend so. As she did she
gasped and clutched at Aglaia. The shadow had been made by a great
winged creature, a huge bird with the body of a man and a masked
face, who had apparently swooped down upon them. The two women
clung together as they watched the creature landing. His wings
moved slower, the draft from them slowly ebbing away as his flight
ended. His eyes were bright within his mask, his chest rising and
falling from his exertions.
    Even in the grip of her fright Melete was
becoming aware that the creature was interested in them, as they
were in each other, for he looked at them with hungry, eager eyes.
"I do not think that he has come down to us in anger."
    The creature nodded at her words, his
wind-ruffled hair falling forward as he did so. He drew his
winged-arms across his bare chest and bowed his head before them,
indicating that they should not be afraid.
    Melete was fast becoming intrigued. What
manner of creature was he? That he could change his physical form
indicated that he must be of the gods. He was strong and well
built, handsome and desirable to any lusty maiden. As well as that,
the thin fabric belted around his hips could not disguise the
arousal in his loins. His manhood stood erect and vigorous, jutting
proudly towards them beneath the cloth. Melete's pulse quickened.
Perhaps he had seen them from the heavens and had taken human form
in order to come down and join them. She had heard stories of such
happenings.
    "I think he has come to us for