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They arrived in Uruk and made their way to Gilgamesh’s Palace.
“So, how do you know this Gilgamesh?” He asked her with curiosity.
“He was my mentor...Taught me how to fight at a young age...” She replied.
Dante could sense something more from the tone of her voice. A dark past she did not want to disclose. He left it at that.
***
“Ah, Dhalia welcome back!”
There stood on the throne was a huge, masculine and very tall bearded man. His dark hair brushed back and tied to a ponytail down his nape. He wore armour made from gold and steel embellished with intricate designs that tell a story of war and victory.
“My Lord, we are at war and need your counsel.” She knelt down and bowed her head.
“Indeed we are. I have already started the preparations for war. I’ll have some servants prepare a bath for you both. After, we will discuss...”
I wouldn’t mind a relaxing bath, as Dante thought to himself curling his lips in delight.
***
Steam filled the bathhouse and the spicy sweet aroma of oils and perfume.
Dante was much eager for a hot bath which was prepared by beautiful female servants with veiled faces but exposed their wonderful sparkling eyes lined with the blackest kohl. They giggled and chattered while they meticulously stripped his garments piece by piece. One girl kneeling down, unzipped his pants and removed his undergarment blushed at the sight of his manhood before her. The hunter quite amused with the whole treatment looked down upon her with lidded eyes and placed a finger under her small chin and lifted it up to meet his gaze. She parted her lips slightly as if begging for a taste from her delicious master.
“What’s your name sweet thing?” He asked.
“You can call me anything you want my master. What would you want of me?” Her reply was voluntarily submissive.
Before he could respond to her, the other servants joined in, holding his arms, thighs and his sculpted chest to please him. The girl, who knelt before him, proudly cupped his balls and gave the devil that look of approval. Dante’s cock twitched, feeling his arousal burning. Here, he didn’t have to pay these women to sleep with him.
“Mmm, I will most certainly enjoy these ladies.’’ He licked his lips.
The bath door opens and another person enters. It was Dhalia. She walked in through the steam opposite to him, white lined covered her slender body. Two lady servants walked beside her and took the cloth off her, exposing her naked self while she stepped down the water filled steps into the bath. Water filled up to her chest, but still exposing her nipples slightly and her ample cleavage.
“Here to join the party?” Dante smirked.“No. Leave us...” She answered curtly.
“Wait, what?!”
With those orders, all the servants bowed their heads down and left the area.
“Hey, I was actually enjoying their company?” He creased his temple placing firm arms n his hips.
“I wanted to speak to you...without anyone else’s ears.”
Dante sighed, and stepped his naked self into the water, deprived from his sexual needs.
“So what is it you wanted to tell me?” He placed his arms against the corners of the bath walls.
“I’d like to discuss my personal opinions on this campaign.”
***
An hour later after a quick supper, the three gathered for their war council. Gilgamesh laid out the plans before his generals before they concluded the meeting and called it a night.
***
“Mistress, it’s a girl.”
The small babe cried as it was born into the world.
“Hmmm...Dispose of it.” Ishtar seemed disappointed. She wanted a son.
“Very well mistress.”
The servant wrapped the little bundle in fabric and went to an altar chamber, placing the babe on a marble pedestal. She unsheathed a gold dagger, and raised it up before the innocent thing and stabbed the knife...
Dhalia woke up breathing heavily with sweat. A dream...She panted...Standing up she donned a silk robe and went out from her chambers. She went out into a courtyard and looked up at the clear sky lost in thought.
“Do Gods ever sleep?”
She turned her gaze to the voice and saw the Dante against one of the pillars, half naked except for a pair of loose Uruk woven trousers. She couldn’t help to notice his fine physique and his handsome features. No wonder the servants were all over him. She felt vexed and jealous of them, being able to caress his supple smooth skin or even share his bed tonight if he pleases. The shy glimpse of his manhood at the bathhouse drove a chill down her spine. When was the last time she laid with man, yet there are pressing matters to concentrate on other than her burning passion.
“They suit you. Yes we do sleep but for a different purpose to humans. We don’ need sleep to survive.” She smiled at him and looked away hiding the flush on her ivory cheeks.
“Well, see you in the morning then sweetheart. Good night.”
She was alone in the courtyard once more. Blood will be shed in the coming days and the heavens will cry.