279 Medusa

In the darkness, four beautifully half-naked women, wet with almond oil, spun their arms across Altair's flesh. Fingers trailed up and down the lines of muscles as their bodies pressed down, pushing their weight against him, until he moaned at the stimulating warmth, drawing the tension from his bones.

As Altair lay there, the darkness engulfed him, making him feel as if he had been transported to a realm beyond the mortal world. The soft caress of the cloth covering his eyes added to the ethereal ambiance. Despite his curiosity, he resisted the urge to peek, knowing that Syris had forbidden him from doing so. The woman who tended to him was silent but wild, adding to the mystique.