Chapter 54 - Androkles

I don't know how I managed to have this woman as my wife, but I'm happy she is. I tried to remember the few pointers I'd been given since puberty, especially since our engagement. My brother was vaguer in his suggestions, but Diokles and Hypatos were more explicit.

One of their unrequested suggestions was to use my tongue. When I first heard that suggestion, I wrinkled my nose because that didn't sound very sanitary. In my defense, I was sixteen and had recently been dragged to the brothel by my father and Eugenius. So, the notion of sex in all its forms turned my stomach.

But right now, as I looked at Ismene-Eirene, my wife, my love, even if I haven't told her that part yet, I understood the reasoning better. Looking at her flushed skin and slick thighs from the pleasure my fingers had brought her, I felt this urge to taste her. So, I did. I dipped my head between her thighs, licking them clean before my tongue found its true target.

"Annnndy…" Ismene-Eirene exclaimed. Apparently,