The warm sun washed gently over the city of Limassol, its golden beams illuminating the curious mix of architectonical styles that dated back to Ancient Greece. The second-largest city in Cyprus was a tourist hotspot during the Summer and it was already bustling with life when Alexandros and Ioannis discovered something that forever changed the way they looked at the world.

The two brothers - aged twenty-one and twenty respectively - were having a normal day by the pool bar of their father's hotel, doing absolutely nothing when something sparkly caught their eyes. Instinctively, they turned their heads to the strange source of light and became dumbfounded by what they saw.

"Pinch me," Alexandros said, his mouth slightly agape.

"What for?" Ioannis asked with a frown.

"I just want to make sure what I'm seeing is real."

"It must be because I'm seeing it too."

"Is that really a...?" Alexandros muttered, suddenly finding himself incapable of finishing the sentence.

"It seems so. What are you thinking?"

"That this demands a closer look and the sooner the better. What about you?"

"Oh, I agree! Race you to it?"

"You're on, bro," and both sprang to action, drawn to a vision that was so fantastic that no other reaction seemed possible.

What they were looking at was a drop-dead gorgeous young woman that clearly hadn't been born in the region. The intensity of her dark blue eyes and the wild flames of her hair suggested a Celtic origin. That alone wasn't particularly impressive because the 4-star beachfront resort welcomed people from all over the world daily, but no one had ever come down to the outdoor pool wearing something as seductive as a green latex swimsuit before. The glossy material heightened the sensuality of her curves, inevitably making her the center of attention.

The two brothers watched her jump into the sunbathed water and didn't hesitate to do the same, swimming in her direction. What they wanted was obvious even to an untrained eye but what they would get in return was sure to be an unforgettable experience. The woman giggled to herself as they flanked her as if she already knew this was meant to happen.

"Hello, I'm Ioannis," he said as he positioned himself to her right. He had a well-toned body courtesy of being a gym enthusiast, with lustful eyes, short olive hair, and a rogue smile that screamed "bad boy... but not that much!". Besides his interest in keeping fit, he was also a self-taught artist that loved to draw all the beauties of the natural world. The lonely hawk tattoo that ran along his left shoulder had begun as one of his sketches, and then was faithfully recreated using the finest inks money could buy.

“And I’m Alexandros. How are you?” asked the older brother, approaching from the left. While his physique wasn't as impressive as Ioannis', he was still in good shape and had the most inviting gaze she had ever seen. Unlike his brother, Alexandros was averse to any type of body embellishments. The only thing tainting his immaculate tanned skin was a small scar around his neck, a "gift" from the one and only pet the brothers had taken care of, a Munchkin cat.

“Hello, boys. My name’s Niamh. I’m doing great, actually. Thank you for asking,” responded the fetish beauty with a flirting smile.

“I love your swimsuit,” Ioannis splashed the water all around him. "It's gorgeous.

“I love it too. It’s so shiny and skin-tight that it makes me feel all-powerful, you know?”

“Not surprising.” Alexandros agreed. “That name and the accent... you're Irish, I take it.”

"As if I could make it any more obvious..." Niamh floated away toward the edge of the pool and then headed the opposite way, forcing them to give chase.

“What brings you to Cyprus?” Ioannis asked. “I bet you came for a photo shoot. I mean, with that killer body of yours, you’re obviously a model, right?”

Niamh batted her long eyelashes and chuckled, “Model?! Hmmm… nope, sorry to disappoint you. I’m just a normal girl enjoying a well-deserved rest. I arrived yesterday evening. This is my first day of holidays.”

“I never saw a normal girl wearing something like that!” Ioannis exclaimed.

“That’s because I’m a confident woman. Before we even consider trusting in others, we have to trust ourselves, don’t you agree?”

“Hmmm... Hot, smart, and with impeccable taste! You know, you’re just my kind of woman, Niamh,” Alexandros confided, leaning closer and closer, clearly looking to get lucky.

“You’re not so bad yourself. And the same goes for you, Ioannis.” The fiery woman teased before dancing in the water like a mermaid and splashing them both. "So, what are you doing here, boys?"

"Oh, we own the place," Ioannis smirked.

"You do, huh? No offense, but you seem a little too young to be in charge of all of this."

"What my brother really meant..." Alexandros intervened, "... is that running this hotel is primarily a family business. Father is the owner, mother handles all reservations, and we..."

"... spend your days looking at every girl that checks in?" Niamh smiled.

"No. Only the ones that matter. We're sort of an unofficial welcoming committee, you see?" Ioannis said.

"Yes, I suppose I do. Well, let me tell you you're doing a fine job so far. I feel lucky to be in such esteemed company first thing in the morning."

"Are you just teasing us right now, Niamh?"

"And if I am, Alexandros? If I'm your type as you say I am, then surely you must be loving this so far..."

"Believe me we both are. If there's anything we can do to make your stay here more agreeable..."

"... please let us know because we do have special privileges after all," Ioannis concluded.

"Hmm, I like the sound of that and now that you mention it, there’s something I definitely wouldn’t say ‘no’ to…”

“Anything, Niamh. Just name it!” Alexandros retorted, glancing at his brother in a way that was the same as saying: “She seems to like us both. Shall we share?” Knowing it would probably be too hard to win her over on his own, Ioannis nodded in agreement.

“I’m feeling kind of hot at the moment. Could you please get me an ice cream or two to cool off?” she cooed.

“Do you have any specific flavor in mind?” Ioannis inquired, already envisioning the most sensual combinations possible in his mind.

“I like just about anything. Surprise me, will you?”

“As you wish,” they both said, eagerly jumping off the pool to comply with her desires and make her as happy as possible. They didn’t exchange any words as they disappeared into a door to the right that led to the hotel kitchen, but then again they didn’t really have to.

Five minutes later, they were back in her presence, each one holding a colorful cup filled with exotic promises. Ioannis’ treat was a rich combination of saffron, passion fruit, and white chocolate that, due to its uncanny bittersweetness was guaranteed to make her taste buds melt in delight. As for Alexandros’, he thought there would be nothing better to celebrate her beauty than a blood orange ice cream with fresh cherries and chopped pistachio nuts in-between. As if they were sacred offerings, they presented them to her in a highly ritualized way and waited impatiently for her opinion.

Niamh, who now rested lazily on a rainbow chaise longue, droplets of water glistening all over her body and latex swimsuit, looked at them sultrily and said,

“Oh, wow! These are amongst the most strange, yet delicious things I’ve ever eaten!”

“We’re glad you approve.” Ioannis smiled, his eyes fixed on the corners of her perfect mouth as she ate.

“Oops…” She suddenly said as her fingers twitched and the spoon she was holding slid across her legs and left a visible trail of ice cream that only ended in the sole of her right foot. “I’m such a klutz, sometimes. My hands are rather busy at the moment so would you mind cleaning me up?”

Alexandros immediately swiped a towel from one of the pool attendants and moved toward her, but saw his efforts immediately invalidated by a simple remark.

“Oh, I’m sure you can think of a better way, dear,” Niamh purred and, at the exact same moment, he had a strange vision of bowing down to lick it all clean. The same thing happened to Ioannis and, though none of them understood what was going on, they felt compelled to make that vision come alive. Only the awareness that they would definitely be ridiculed by all the other guests and employees by the pool broke the attraction momentarily, enough for them to take a step back and shake their heads in disbelief.

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Ioannis asked and Alexandros concurred.

“That sure was strange…”

“Well?” Niamh asked in the most captivating tone they had ever heard, as another ball of ice cream strangely fell from one of the cups and onto her gorgeous legs. “I’m waiting, boys.” The same image of sensual surrender invaded their thoughts, drawing them in like a giant magnet. As they sought to resist its appeal, a series of broken sentences escaped their lips.

“What the…?”

“There’s no way we’re doing that…”

“Everyone’s…”

“… Watching…”

Niamh raised her eyebrows and her spellbinding smile widened.

“I think you’re mistaken, pets… Look around you, there’s no one here but us…”

The moment she said this, they both watched reality dissolve in a series of ghostly ripples. Every single element in the background faded into absolute nothingness, leaving only pleasure behind. Only Niamh remained, with her green latex swimsuit, and mysterious powers from the days of Ireland’s Old Religion.

“There’s nothing but me, my voice, and my will... It pleases me to be obeyed and you want so much to please me… in fact, that’s all you’ve ever wanted, no matter how much you try to convince yourselves otherwise. Come now. Come and obey. I command it so!”

The two brothers heard the mystic decree reverberating across Space and Time, and delicate strings of seduction imprisoned their willpower with ease. As they sank to the ground in front of her, it was uncertain if they would ever be able to get up again, and they no longer cared.

* * *

The events by the pool were only the beginning of Niamh's concupiscent fantasies. If anyone could unite Cyprus under the banner of Lust, she was the obvious choice.

“Not bad for a first day,” the Irish sorceress thought as she reclined against a massage chair in her bedroom whilst the two naked studs explored every inch of her body in slavish devotion.

The ones to follow would be even better but that… well… that’s a whole different story…