CAESAR'S REWARD

[Opensesame54321]

“Sit down my love there is something I must tell you, I don't want you to be jealous or angry with me there is no reason to feel either of those emotions."

His words caused her heart to start beating faster. She did not know what he had to tell her and yet, what she had been fearing may be starting. Numerous things ran through her mind as to just what he could possibly say that might make her angry or jealous. With each one her mind tried finding fault with each option.

Had he perhaps fallen in love with another woman and would soon marry her? This was something that was always in the back of her mind and she would have to learn how to be just a servus sexus. Perhaps this was wrong to have a lover after all. But she didn’t think that could be the case yet, as he had only been a free man for a week or so. Not much time to meet many women.

Or maybe after having been used so horribly by Caesar, Quinn no longer found her attractive? After all, he did call her ‘my love’. This was probably not it but it did briefly run through her thoughts.

What if Caesar was going to have her sent to his palace? Now this thought really did scare her. The man was The Emperor. He could have anything or anyone that he wished to have. After all, the night before he seemed extremely taken with her.

She said a quick prayer to the goddess Venus as she walked back towards the bed. Quinn stopped her and grabbed one of his tunics to slip it on her. The garment was entirely too large, hanging lopsided off of one shoulder to almost reveal her nipple. Luckily it was not the breast that Caesar had marked. His next words confused her.

"What I am about to tell you I was blackmailed into by Lucia, she means no harm by it but it is just her nature. I have already broken your trust but again Lucia trapped me into it. I offered her payment for the potion and she told me what she wanted and said that If I didn't pay her that way then she wouldn't tell me about the side effect the potion has and only then if swear on my word that I would make two further payments when she asked for them."

He was not making sense. And then, taking a deep breath, he was suddenly admitting to allowing Lucia to give him Oral Gratification. He kept apologizing, and telling her that he regretted doing it. And then he told her that he had agreed to having sex with her two more times.

She was stunned for a moment, before she quickly put up the servus sexus wall. She gave him a slight smile. It was what a servus sexus was trained to do.

"I'm so sorry Aemilia but it was all for you, only you”

She sat there, smiling at him and gave a slight nod. What could she say? After all, it was all for her? The truth was that he was the Master. Whatever he wished to do was allowed. After all, while Caesar had used her, he was expected to use Lillian last night. He had never told her much of what had happened, and she was afraid to really find out just how it went. Perhaps he had left a baby in the servus sexus’ belly, for all they knew. Her stomach was in a knot and suddenly she wished that she was in her own room.

She licked her lips, her mouth dry as a parched road. Somehow she found the ability to keep the smile on her face - the understanding sex slave smile - as she focused on what he had said. There was a side effect. Maybe she should find out what it was.

“Master, may I ask just what the side effect will be? Am I to die? Or be forever sick?”

Right now, she wanted to find out the truth and then leave his room. This woman that she had thought might be a friend…. She was stupid to forget that when it came to it, she was just a slave. And Lucia was a free woman. And Quinn was a free man. And it was about time that Aemilia remembered her place in society.

She sat there, the oversized tunic almost making her look like a lost little thing. And waited.

 

[cumnchat]

Aemilia looked confused and worried as he tried to give her the news but she put on the smile that he had seen before on the faces of all the other women there at the orgy with their masters, the smile of submission, 'do what you will'

“Master, may I ask just what the side effect will be? Am I to die? Or be forever sick?”

Then he understood or at least he thought he did, Aemilia was worried about what these side effects might be after all it was her that would be affected, no one else.

"I am sorry, I have not explained entirely, according to Lucia there are two phases to go through after your flow has ceased, neither is harmful in its own way but the first may cause a certain amount of distress to us both. For a week after your flow, you will feel as if all your womanly needs have been sucked out of you, my kisses and even my touch will be disgusting to you, and it is likely that you will hate me."

At this point, he paused and allowed a smile to show on his previously stern face,

"The news is not all bad though, after a week that feeling will disappear and to use Lucia's words, 'This should please you both, after that week Aemilia’s libido will be back with a vengeance, she won’t be able to keep her hands off you, and it is permanent.' " offering two ports in storm as safe refuge I must be grateful

Quinn went on to muse out loud,

"I wonder if Lucia's demands were not all about her own gratification but she was thinking of me. I will be unable to make love to you for over two weeks, that seems like a lifetime and my needs could well send me who knows where but if Lucia is offering herself as two refuges of safety during a storm then I must accept gratefully, I do hope you can see it that way Aemilia, after this is over I swear that you will not need to use the potion again for any child that you bring into the world will undoubtedly be mine."

"Go and rest now Aemilia and perhaps you would be so kind as to return later to give me some relief?"

 

[Opensesame54321]

Apologizing, her Master began to explain the side effects of getting rid of any possible baby of Caesar’s. It seems that now, instead of one week of avoiding Quinn, it would be 2 weeks, with the second week a time where she would not want to see or be near him and would probably hate him.

If the truth be known, at the moment she was ready to leave this room. What made it worse was that now he started looking upon Lucia as a goddess, as a woman thinking of him instead of thinking of herself. Was he really that naive to think that the woman’s sole thought was for poor Quinn, who was unable to have sex for two whole weeks and so she herself would spread her legs and have him fuck her? Even Aemilia with her limited experience of the bedding of males could now see that Lucia had other things in mind. If this older woman - and Aemilia could easily see that Lucia was about 15 years or so older than herself - could satisfy Quinn in bed, then Aemilia would easily become relegated back to the servus sexus. And perhaps Lucia would become the wife. Such things were not unheard of. And once ensconced in Quinn’s bed for a time or two of sex, the woman probably will find more reasons to stay.

"Go and rest now Aemilia and perhaps you would be so kind as to return later to give me some relief?"

With the smile never wavering from her face, Aemilia’s stood and bowed.

“Master, if you will give me the medicine, then I can add the drops and save you the time.”

She waited while Quinn crossed and retrieved the vial. She thanked him and then turned and left, the oversized tunic lopsided and almost humorous. Her bare feet made no sound as she padded through the halls headed for the slave’s quarters. Her face still held the smile of submission. It was the same smile that she had worn when she first arrived. The same smile that all servus sexus wore. She knew that she was not thinking but instead just doing.

Turning a corner, she almost ran into Decima and the woman gasped in surprise at the look of Aemilia. Despite having seen the servus sexus immediately after Caesar was finished with her, the tunic that was entirely too large for the woman could not hide all of the bruises that were now even more noticeable on the woman.

“Aemilia! Are you okay?”

Aemilia smiled at her and nodded briefly. “Would you be able to follow me to my room?”

“Of course. Do you need aid?”

“No, I am fine.”

Decima seemed to understand that something was wrong, but what was wrong was not with her health so she quietly walked with Aemilia until they reached the servus sexus’ room. Once there, Aemilia pulled the curtain closed once Decima was in the room with her. Carefully she pulled the tunic up over her head and Decima winced at the horrible accumulation of bruises that littered the woman’s body, with massive dark skin between the poor woman’s legs and a bandage over one breast. And she could even see bruises on Aemilia’s buttocks.

Aemilia handed the tunic over to Decima. “If you would have this cleaned and returned to Master Quinn, I would be immensely grateful.”

Decima nodded and stood for a moment, clutching the garment as she looked at the servus sexus. Something was wrong, and not just about the bruising. She didn’t know what it was, but Aemilia had changed. Her smile was different. And she had called him ‘Master Quinn’, not ‘Master’ or ‘Quinn’ or ‘The Master’.

“Aemilia, what is wrong?” She quietly queried.

“Nothing is wrong. It is just going to take some time for me to get back to myself. I hope that you will please bear with me.”

“Of course I will. Is there anything else that I can help you with?”

“No. Thank you. Right now I just need some rest.”

Decima nodded and turned, slipping out into the hall while Aemilia pulled the curtain closed. Once alone, the smile crumbled from her face as tears welled up in her eyes. For a minute she stood in the middle of the floor as tears silently ran down her face. Her lover was gone. The little fantasy world that she had made for herself was gone. And even if he did not see it yet, she did. This Lucia, a woman that she had thought was offering her aid, was instead using her as a way to become Quinn’s lover, and maybe more.

She felt so naive and stupid. At the imperatoris sexus stabulis they all had been warned about this. Lanista after lanista had repeatedly told them that there should never be thoughts about having a lover, for lovers were only free citizens. And as servus sexus, they were nothing but slaves. Nothing.

Woodenly she crossed to her bed. Of course not as nice of a bed as she had lain on with Quinn. His bed was a wooden one wide enough for two to lay upon, with a soft mattress stuffed with soft skins and fine quality bedding to cover her body. Her bed in her room was of stone, as was befitting all slaves in the house. It was just wide enough for her to lay upon. The mattress was stuffed with straw, which could sometimes poke through the mattress and be uncomfortable. The bedding was low quality fiber, scratchy and coarse.

But here, in the loneliness of her room, she could silently cry and know that Her Master would not walk in and see her and ask what the problem was. Or tell her that she was being silly, or that she was acting like a Free citizen instead of remembering that all she was and ever would be was a slave. A servus sexus that was there merely to provide pleasure for the Master.

Silently she cried until she fell asleep.

 

[cumnchat]

Quinn was not happy with the way he had told Aemilia about the bargain he had struck with Lucia as soon as he had told her that he was committed to visiting Lucia not once but twice and being intimate with her, Aemilia's demeanor had changed, she seemed cooler towards him and it seemed that she could not leave quick enough,

A while later Decima arrived, bringing the tunic that Aemilia had worn, washed, and pressed.

"Decima, have you noticed anything different about Aemilia? I told her to come to me some time ago but there is still no sign of her, it is not like her to disobey me when she knows she is required."

Decima demurred for a moment and then she spoke,

"I would not normally say anything but as you ask may I speak my mind?"

"Speak up Decima, if there is something wrong I want to know about it,"

"Well Master, she seems to be terribly unhappy about something, she is not behaving in her usual happy carefree manner which is due I think to you making her happy so it follows that if she is unhappy then that is also due to you, I would be speaking out of turn if I said anymore."

"Thank you for your honesty Decima, would you please go to her now and tell her that I require her presence straightaway, I need to talk to her."

Decima nodded and left leaving Quinn to ponder on what Decima had said. Could it be that he had given Aemilia the impression that he had no thought of her injuries when he asked her to return to him and give him relief? Did she really think that he would expect things to carry on as normal? He had already decided that he could not be fully intimate with her again until she was fully healed, but he hoped that she would use her talented hands, mouth, and tongue and give him some relief. It would possibly be their last chance to enjoy each other before her expected flow began unless he could persuade her to give him the same relief in the coming week.

He arranged the cushions so he could lay comfortably and give Aemilia access to his genitals.

 

[Opensesame54321]

She was not sure just what time it was when she awoke but she knew that it would soon be time for her to take the second dose of the foul tasting stuff, something that she was not looking forward. There was a mild cramping in her stomach, no doubt the medicine working to get rid of the child possibly lodged in her womb. In fact, she was still lying naked on her bed when a voice called out to her at the same time as the person knocked on the wall.

“Aemilia! Are you awake? It is Decima.” The voice was soft but a bit urgent. Before she could answer, the woman called out again. “Aemilia? Aemilia?”

“Yes.” She attempted to cover herself up as she spoke. “Come in.”

Decima slipped in and took a couple of steps into the room, closing the curtain behind her. She could see that the woman was not well, her face pale and lacking her usual brightness. “You are still sick. Should the Master call a physician to attend you. Or I could bring some cabbage as medicine and I could have a compress made to draw out the bad humors.”

“No, do not worry right not. My body is just healing itself.”

Decima nodded, but was still worried. “Very well. The Master was wondering where you were. He had expected you to return to him.”

Once more, the smile of submission was on Aemilia’s face as she threw off the covers. “Would you please inform Master Quinn that I shall be there as soon as I am dressed?”

Decima nodded and rushed off to let The Master know. Meanwhile, Aemilia tried to get dressed without bending over any more than necessary. Her stomach was fighting her actions and she was trying to not throw up. She slipped her slave tunic on, bruises peeking out from all over. She avoided putting on her sandals - besides the weather was warm and the floor tiles felt good to her feet. And wearing sandals would require bending over.

Decima hurried back to The Master and knocked on the wall outside his bedroom, calling out to him. When he called out to her she entered to find him resting on his bed. His face held a questioning look.

“Aemilia shall be here soon. She does not look well, sir. I asked if she wanted a physician or even a cabbage compress. She said that she is a bit under the weather. But she appears so pale.”

The Master thanked her and then dismissed her. With that Decima returned to her work in the kitchen but just in case she set aside a large cabbage leaf to make into a poultice for the servus sexus.

Walking slowly through the hall, Aemilia had a smile on her face. Her stomach was rolling and there was still a cramping in her abdomen. And she was afraid that if she was not careful she would throw up all over everything.

She knocked softly outside his bedroom and called out, “It is Aemilia, Master.” Once he bade her to enter, she slipped inside and closed the curtain behind her. He lay there on his bed, looking at her expectantly. She smiled at him apologetically.

“I’m very sorry, Master. If I were to bend over, I might lose all the medicine in my system. And my stomach is already cramping from it. I can use my hand if that is fine with your needs. I just really should sit up straight. And I do need to take the second round when I head back to my room.”

She smiled and stepped over to his bed, awaiting his instructions.

 

[cumnchat]

Quinn lay on his bed, naked, leaning on one elbow with one leg bent at the knee ready for Aemilia to work her magic as usual but he was shocked when he saw her. She looked ghostly pale and instead of standing tall and upright she was slightly bent at the waist with one arm across her belly. She smiled apologetically and said in no more than a whisper,

"I’m very sorry, Master. If I were to bend over, I might lose all the medicine in my system. And my stomach is already cramping from it. I can use my hand if that is fine with your needs. I just really should sit up straight. And I do need to take the second round when I head back to my room.”

Quinn could see that she was really suffering and so he sat upright and swung his legs off the bed so his feet were on the floor,

"Don't mind tending to me, you look ill and in no fit state to carry out your duties, I would call the physician but doubt that he knows about the potion, so as I talked you into this it is my responsibility to care for you, Your wounds need fresh dressings and salve applying to your bruises, I would be honored if you would allow me to see to them for you I can see you cannot reach them all without causing you pain, Bring me a clean dressing and the salve, they're on the shelf in the corner."

Quinn thought that Aemilia might protest at her master taking on such a menial task but he saw that she was too ill to even protest and brought him the dressing and salve.

"We'll dress your breast first, there is no need o undress just slip your tunic off your shoulder and hold your breast for me."

On inspection, the bite mark was healing nicely so Quinn decided it didn't need to be dressed instead he gently rubbed some salve around the injured nipple and surrounding areole, He smiled at Aemilia and jested,

"I just can't wait until I can suckle them both my love. Now I want you to stand between my legs and place your hands on my shoulders."

He waited until she was in position then instructed her to lift her leg and place it on the bed between his legs, he smothered his hands with salve, and smiling he wrapped his big hands around Aemilia's dainty but bruised ankle and slowly slid his hand up her leg over her smooth soft skin, rubbing in the salve when he found a bruise. He found it difficult to concentrate as he pushed up the hem of her tunic and began applying the salve to her thighs, his fingers very close to her sex, but he kept his concentration and finished the first leg, He then repeated the process with the other leg, Again he had to fight his excitement as he felt Aemilia's smooth skin under his fingers.

"This could prove to be the difficult part, it will necessitate you bending slightly so I can see to your bruised rear, before I begin I will need to put some salve inside your anus so I apologize in advance if I hurt you, also there are bruises around the entrance to your sex, can you manage that yourself or would you like me to do it?"

The question was asked rather hopefully but it had to be Aemilia's decision.

 

[Opensesame54321]

According to the Master’s orders, Aemilia retrieved the salve and handed it to him. She slipped the top of her tunic down and held her breast so that he could undress it and take care of the bruise. Caesar’s bite imprint was starting its fade with the majority of it beginning to change from black and deep blue to a lighter blue and even a bit of green. But he felt that the dressing was no longer needed and she was glad for that. Instead, he carefully smoothed the ointment over the healing nipple.

"I just can't wait until I can suckle them both my love. Now I want you to stand between my legs and place your hands on my shoulders."

Carefully she did as instructed while he proceeded to carefully apply salve to the various places up and down her legs where the bruises were the worst. It was a bit difficult as just feeling his hands on her body was torture. It was torture for various reasons, but the hardest to take was that she still loved him. And despite the fact that here, in the privacy of his bedroom he still called her ‘my love.’ But by tomorrow, that would all be over. And Lucia would be actively working to become Quinn’s lover, despite the fact that he could not see it. And when Aemilia was able to pleasure Quinn in over 2 weeks time, she would once again become just a servus sexus. She had always known that something like this would happen, but she had thought that he would take longer to find someone. And she had thought that he would take up with at least someone younger than himself - someone younger than this Lucia.

"This could prove to be the difficult part, it will necessitate you bending slightly so I can see to your bruised rear, before I begin I will need to put some salve inside your anus so I apologize in advance if I hurt you, also there are bruises around the entrance to your sex, can you manga that yourself or would you like me to do it?"

She placed her hand on top of his and worked hard to remain natural. Her smile was a bit strained as she fought not to throw up.

“The bruises are much better. If you can put some of the salve on my anus, that should be all that I need. But I really don’t think that I should remain upright for long. That medicine makes my stomach hurt.” She paused and looked at the floor. “I imagine that it hurts because it is getting rid of the baby. Things will be better in a couple of weeks.”

She stepped away from him and slowly crossed to the wall. “I cannot lean over very far or for very long.”

Holding onto the wall, she leaned over as far as her stomach would let her and waited. She felt cool air on her buttocks as he lifted the back of her tunic and laid it on her back. She could feel his hands on her bottom as strong fingers carefully spread the bruised cheeks. Then a finger slowly pressed against her anus the well-greased digit slipped inside that dark hole. He carefully turned it around to make sure that he applied the salve completely. It hurt, but not near as bad as before. She gritted her teeth but kept quiet.

Next he took more salve and gently applied it to her buttocks. Yesterday she would have read more into this sweet gesture. But now, she reminded herself that this was all it was; a gesture. She was his property and he was just taking care of his property.

Once he was through he carefully lowered the back of her tunic as she tried to straighten up. It did not take long to lift back up the bodice of the tunic so as to cover her breast. She turned and looked at him, smiling.

“Master, I need to go take the second dose of that medicine. If you don’t mind, I need to get some water and go to my room. I may apply the salve later myself. But right now I really need to go lay down.”

He looked at her and, for a moment she thought that he was going to say something, but seemed to change his mind before he dismissed her. She smiled at him.

“Thank you Master. I appreciate your care.”

She shuffled out of the room and headed for her room. Faye was walking down the hall carrying a water jug towards the Master’s chambers.

“Faye, when you are able, could you please bring some water to me in my room?”

“Certainly, Aemilia.”

And with that Aemilia continued on her way to her bedroom.

 

[cumnchat]

When he was done applying the salve to Aemilia's well-rounded buttocks and ensured that the salve was deep in her anus he lowered the back of her tunic and Aemilia tucked her breast back in her tunic, turned to face him and smiled at him,

"Master, I need to go take the second dose of that medicine. If you don’t mind, I need to get some water and go to my room. I may apply the salve later myself. But right now I really need to go lay down.”

Quinn was rather disappointed with Aemilia, she had called him Master when, within the privacy of his quarters she was allowed to call him by name and she had not even offered a kiss, a most unusual occurrence. He was about to question her about it but thought better of it, perhaps this was not the time, with her feeling so ill, he would go to her later and make sure she took the medicine and applied the salve, although he would have been quite happy to rub in the salve himself around her beautiful pink folds that brought him so much pleasure. Instead, he nodded his agreement that she should go and rest, before she left she smiled at him again,

"Thank you, Master. I appreciate your care.”

There it was again, 'Master', when it could so easily have been 'Quinn' or even 'my love', and again no offer of a kiss. He was sorely tempted to call her back but decided that later would be better when she had rested.

He spent the next couple of hours mulling over a project he had in mind but would require Caesar's approval, he made notes and what he thought might be the prices of items he would require, the transportation and construction. For the moment it was no more than an idea so he kept it to himself.

When he considered a suitable amount of time had passed since Aemilia left he took the unprecedented step of going to her quarters instead of sending for her. He pulled the dividing curtain aside without announcing himself and caught her unawares. She lay on her bed, staring dully into space looking extremely unhappy.

"You are acting so strangely, Aemilia, is there something bothering you? Something you feel you cannot talk to me about, you are so distant, no kisses offered, you call me Master when we are much more than that and always will be, just talk to me tell me what is wrong."

He sat on the edge of her bed and held her hand in his powerful grip but not squeezing.

"How about we begin with a kiss, I do miss them."

 

[Opensesame54321]

Things had been going so well. Quinn had proved to be a wonderful Master, and the sex with him had wound up being exciting. And within a few days she had become Quinn’s lover. And such a gentle and yet passionate lover. Additionally, Quinn was more than able to handle the interfering Troilus. Everything was running smoothly.

And then Caesar came for a visit. And it fell to her to be the one to entertain the Emperor. She would admit that as far as being a servus sexus she was relatively inexperienced. But she had done her best despite discovering that the man could be a bit brutal.

Unfortunately, there was the chance that she may be pregnant by the Emperor, and she did not want that. And it seemed that Quinn did not want that either. Enter Lucia and her magic potion. The woman that offered her a chance to get rid of any possible child, and had now made her move to become Quinn’s lover. And he could not see it.

There was a twist of pain in her abdomen and she winced and curled up on her side fighting hard to not throw up. She still had one more day of this - two more doses - before the start of her flow. Normally, a woman was expected to remain isolated in her room until the flow had passed. So during that week, food would be brought and left outside her room. And then after a week of flow, according to Lucia, there would be a week where she would want nothing to do with Quinn.

It felt as if her world was falling apart. She wanted to cry, but she had already cried so much that she felt dry. After some time the pain slowed and she felt drained. Rolling over on her back she lay there just staring off into space.

Unexpectedly the curtain opened and Quinn filled the space. She felt her heart beating just being close to him. He stepped in and closed the curtain behind him, crossing over to where she lay on her bed.

"You are acting so strangely, Aemilia, is there something bothering you? Something you feel you cannot talk to me about, you are so distant, no kisses offered, you call me Master when we are much more than that and always will be, just talk to me tell me what is wrong."

She was hesitant to tell him the truth and he sat down on the edge of her bed where she lay. Reaching out a large hand he took hold of one of her small ones, still being gentle despite his large size. He gave her a smile.

"How about we begin with a kiss, I do miss them.”

Her smile in contrast was hesitant and she knew that she would have to tell him the truth. After all, he trusted her.

“It would not be wise for me to kiss you, as much as I would like to do so. But this medicine has been causing an unwanted reaction in my body.” She paused a second and he looked quizzically at her. “It is taking all of my willpower to not throw up. And I would hate to do so on you.”

He seemed to understand so she continued.

“In fact, this medication is causing dreadful pains in my abdomen which does not help with my nausea. I suspect that this pain is the potion getting rid of any child that may be growing in my womb. And between the pain in my abdomen and the nausea, I am not exactly at my best.”

He appeared to be sympathetic, understanding just why she had not been willing to kiss him. And she thought at first that he was going to let the rest of his questions go unanswered. But after a minute he pressed her as to just what else was wrong. And he knew that she would answer when pressed, for she had been trained in truth.

She paused, trying to find a way to tell him without hurting him. For despite the fact that this was a man who had killed others in the ring, he still was a sensitive man. Most did not see this. But she did.

“You can not see Lucia for who she is. She wants you. And being a free citizen, she is entitled to you. You think that she is offering her sexual services to you out of the kindness of her heart? Can you truthfully say that you have never seen her before the night of the party with Caesar? Never? And did you seek her out about a solution to the possible pregnancy? Or did she seek you?”

He almost blushed, and she knew that she was right. She reached a hand out to his, trying to smile.

“I do not expect you to be true to only me. I am only a slave. I know that there will come a day when you shall fall in love and marry. Raise a family. Or return to your family from whence you came. And then I will be used only occasionally, if at all. And any child of yours that I should have will also be a slave. That is the way of life. But the woman that I thought you would take would be younger than Lucia. Would not be so opportunistic. You said that she would not tell you the side effects until she had tasted your seed. Until she had your promise for two more times.”

This time he looked sheepish.

“I am not mad at you. I am trying to return to being just your servus sexus. For I know that Lucia will not be through with you at the end of those additional 2 times. There will be more.”

She pet his hand before a twinge of pain grabbed her stomach. He held her hand until the pain passed and she smile up at him.

“It appears that for the next 2 weeks I will be staying in my room. I will see you after all of this is over.”

 

[cumnchat]

Quinn grimaced inwardly when Aemilia denied him the kiss he had been seeking saying that in all probability she would leave the contents of her stomach in his lap. Given the two options he settled for going without a kiss consoling himself with the thought that once this episode was over he could take a kiss from her anytime he wished for the rest of their lives.

He still needed to know what was bothering her though and he pressed her hard, knowing that she would
not lie to him.

"You can not see Lucia for who she is. She wants you. And being a free citizen, she is entitled to you. You think that she is offering her sexual services to you out of the kindness of her heart? Can you truthfully say that you have never seen her before the night of the party with Caesar? Never? And did you seek her out about a solution to the possible pregnancy? Or did she seek you?”

When Aemilia gave her reasons for being concerned he was embarrassed as although he had never lied to her he had not told her the whole truth, how he had twice met Lucia in the market where she had touched him inappropriately and tempted him to go home with her. He had resisted those temptations. She went on to tell him more of her worries about him and Lucia.

“I do not expect you to be true to only me. I am only a slave. I know that there will come a day when you shall fall in love and marry. Raise a family. Or return to your family from whence you came. And then I will be used only occasionally, if at all. And any child of yours that I should have will also be a slave. That is the way of life. But the woman that I thought you would take would be younger than Lucia. Would not be so opportunistic. You said that she would not tell you the side effects until she had tasted your seed. Until she had your promise for two more times.”

If Aemilia had not been so concerned Quinn would have laughed. instead, he looked sheepish and held her dainty little hand in his paw-sized hands as she went on,

"I am not mad at you. I am trying to return to being just your servus sexus. For I know that Lucia will not be through with you at the end of those additional 2 times. There will be more.”


This time the alarm bells went off in his head,

"Aemilia, my dear sweet Aemilia listen to me, you will NEVER be JUST my servus sexus, you are far more than that to me, Forget Lucia she means nothing to me. I recognize your concern but I have struck a bargain with her and gave my word, I will honor my word but nothing more."

He held her dainty little hand in his paw-sized hands as she almost doubled up in pain until it passed then he rose to leave, and Aemilia said,

“It appears that for the next 2 weeks I will be staying in my room. I will see you after all of this is over.”

I will be back when the sickness has passed and claim the kiss you owe me and think about this there are various ways to attend to my needs using just your hands, lips and tongue"

 

[Opensesame54321]

"Aemilia, my dear sweet Aemilia listen to me, you will NEVER be JUST my servus sexus, you are far more than that to me, Forget Lucia she means nothing to me. I recognize your concern but I have struck a bargain with her and gave my word, I will honor my word but nothing more."

As he held her hand while she gritted her teeth through the pain, keeping her thoughts to herself. It was not proper to argue with her Master. Oh, she could always hope that she was wrong. But she did not think that she was.

After the pain passed, he stood to leave and mentioned about how she would be able to give him some relief. It seemed that apparently did not realize that it would not be correct for her to be seen outside of her room during her flow. She would be unclean during that time. After all, that was why Decima had not been seen since last night and Faye had taken over the woman’s duties.

He left and she lay there worrying about him. When her flow started, she would be required to stay within the confines of her room. After all, a menstruating woman was considered unclean. In fact, she had always been taught that such a woman could sour wine and control the weather during her flow. When she was in the imperatoria sexus stabulis, there was always someone on her time and such women were kept in isolation.

She shook her head and rolled over on her side, her back to the door. She thought about Lucia. Quinn still could not see what the woman was. It was nice that he assured her that she would NEVER be JUST a servus sexus and she smiled at that. That meant a lot to her.

There was a gentle breeze blowing through the window and she made an effort to relax between the stabs of pain. She so missed Quinn, laying in his arms, giving herself to him body and soul, making love to him. Just one more day of this medicine and then her body would expel Caesar’s child. She needed to make sure that Faye could obtain more rags for her.

Eventually she drifted off to sleep.

 

[cumnchat]

During his time as a gladiator, Quinn had only concerned himself with the rules that concerned him so he was naive about some of the vague traditions of Roman society so when he saw Julie taking rags and bowls to Aemilia and asked her what she was doing he was surprised when she informed hIm that it was in preparation for her week of isolation while her flow was with her. With raised eyebrows he queried,

"Isolation? Whatever for? She is having her monthly flow, that is all, she is not contagious, it's ridiculous, What is a man supposed to do if his servus sexus is denying him relief? She has hands, a mouth, lips, a tongue, and tits, all of which can be used to give relief, there will be no isolation in MY house,"

Julie replied with a bowed head, she had not had a great deal to do with her Master and was in awe of him, his size for a start, her legs went weak whenever she saw him and she had a strange wetness between her legs.

"Yes Master, as you wish Master, shall I send her to you now?"

"No, I do not require her services at the moment, but you seem an intelligent girl, tell her each morning I want her to help me prepare for the ahead, she will know what I mean, can you remember that,?"

He looked closely at her and suddenly recognition sparked in his eyes,

"Julie, your name is Julie is it not? I apologize for not remembering your name, well, now I have it and won't forget it again.

Julie couldn't help herself, she gushed between her legs, bowed her head, muttered "Thank you, My Lord," and rushed away blushing furiously.

Quinn returned to his quarters where he found a note waiting for him.

"My dearest Quinn,
I am enquiring about Aemilia, her flow should have started now and I was wondering if you might be finding her isolation and your enforced abstinence an uncomfortable nuisance. If you are and you feel so inclined I shall be at the market each day at noon, we could find some solace in each other's company.
Your very friendly nymphomaniac. "

He noticed the lip imprints and chuckled,it was so like Lucia, mmmmmmm the paper smelled like her as well.

"Julie, your name is Julie is it not? I apologize for not remembering your name, well, now I have it and won't forget it again.


Julie couldn't help herself, she gushed between her legs, bowed her head, muttered "Thank you, My Lord," and rushed away blushing furiously.

Quinn returned to his quarters where he found a note waiting for him.

"My dearest Quinn,
I am enquiring about Aemilia, her flow should have started now and I was wondering if you might be finding her isolation and your enforced abstinence an uncomfortable nuisance. If you are and you feel so inclined I shall be at the market each day at noon, we could find some solace in each other's company.
Your very friendly nymphomaniac. "

He noticed the lip imprints and chuckled, it was so like Lucia, mmmmmmm the paper smelled like her as well.

 

[Opensesame54321]

The second day on this foul medicine was much like the first. Her stomach spent a large portion of its time cramping and making her feel sick. For the most part, she was left alone which was actually fine with her. As to just what her Master did for the day, she really had no idea. And if she were honest she did not care right now for she was tired of feeling so sick.

Suddenly, an evil thought ran through her head. What if this was Lucia’s way of disposing her so that she could have Quinn all to herself? Of course deep down she knew that such a thought was not true, but still the idea roamed around in the back of her mind.

She was so glad when final dose was taken. For the last two days she had suffered and fought to keep the contents in her stomach. She knew not whether this medication was ridding her of Quinn’s child, or Caesar’s. Or perhaps there was no child at all.

Faye had left her some rags and fresh water in the late afternoon. She said that Decima was expected to return to work after 4 days of isolation. Aemilia’s own flow usually lasted only 3 days. Apparently it must take an entire 7 days to rid herself of a child.

It was sometime in the early morning when she awoke with her flow wetting the rags between her legs. The cramping was very mild - more like what she normally felt every month. Of course, this time there was a bit more blood than usual but perhaps this is the baby that would never be. She was glad that she was prepared for this.

Faye stopped by around midday with some food and wine. She was glad that she could drink the wine without worrying about whether she would negate the medication that she was taking as that was over. The meal was a small bit of fish and a mild wine, which at least would not upset her stomach.

It was a bit later in the day when Julie knocked outside her door and asked to come in. Aemilia called out for the woman to enter, a bit surprised that it was the cook and not Faye. The woman looked a bit flustered as she stood there holding a fresh pan of water and clean rags. She smiled at the woman, surprised that it was not Faye bringing her supplies.

She must have had a quizzical look on her face for Julie looked a little confused as she answered.

“Faye has gone to draw fresh water from the well. I told her that I would renew your supplies.” Julie started to say something else and then paused. Aemilia had the notion that the woman wanted to say more but thought better of it.

”Was there something else, Julie?” The woman blushed, stuttering a bit before she nodded and answered.

“Well, yes. I ran into the Master as I was bringing you this.” She motioned to the water and rags. “He does not seem to understand about how women during their time are expected to remain isolated. He seemed indignant about it, stating that you could use other parts of your body just as well.” Julie blushed, remembering his words. “He demanded that there would be no isolation in his house. He DEMANDED it out right.”

Aemilia smiled thoughtfully. “Yes, that sounds like something that he would do.” Julie just nodded.

Aemilia looked at the cook and thanked her. “Well, Julie, if that is all I am sure that you…”

“Oh, but that is not all that he said.”

Aemilia looked at her surprised and waited.

“He said that he expected you in the morning to help him get ready for the day ahead. And he said that you would know what he meant by that.” Aemilia tried to hide her smile but did not do a good job of it.

“Yes, I know what he means.”

Hesitantly the cook nodded before she turned to leave. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thank you Julie.”

The cook stopped to pick up the bag of used rags and headed out the room, closing the curtain behind her.

Left alone again, Aemilia sat in the shade of her room for a while, wondering about Quinn. Had Lucia contacted him yet? Was the woman planning her first foray into Quinn’s inner sanctum?

It was hard to get all of this off her mind but eventually sleep overtook her and she managed to stay asleep until morning.

 

[cumnchat]

Quinn was no fool and he guessed that the note was Lucia's way of letting him know that she was available if he so desired but he had Aemilia who would see to his needs each morning now that he had banned this foolish tradition of isolation during a woman's flow, he harrumphed to himself, satisfied and confident that he was right, his household would come to see that in time, for now, though he should tell Lucia that he had no need to take her up on her offer of finding solace with her, he knew what that meant, she wanted him in her bed. Well, the only way that would happen is when he made the two payments he had promised.

Thus, it was approaching noon as Quinn pushed his way through the milling crowds in the marketplace. His height gave him an advantage over most of the mix of slaves and free men and he spotted Lucia standing at the corner of the alley where she had held his manhood. By the time he had made his way to where she had been standing she was gone, he looked around but heard a voice urgently calling him from the alley,

"Quinn, here, hurry!"

It was Lucia's voice and thinking she was in some sort of trouble he charged round the corner only to find Lucia calmly standing there.

"Ah, there you are Quinn, I hope you join me in my bed when I call you, how long do you have before you are missed?"

"You are being rather presumptuous Lucia, I bring bad news,,,, at least for you. I will not be taking you up on your generous offer of finding solace, Aemilia will see to most of my needs in the mornings before, during, and after breakfast. You see isolation is no longer practiced In my household."

Surprisingly, Lucia laughed lightly,

"How clever of you Quinn, it might work for one day but let me tell you what will happen, you see you are a sexual man, very, very sexual indeed. Your need for sex can come upon you at any time so what will you do when you are out somewhere in the middle of the day and you get a sudden, irresistible urge to fuck? You cannot dash back to your villa for Aemilia is indisposed but if there were somewhere in the city you could go and be certain of a warm welcome and guaranteed full relief."

"That is all hypothetical Lucia, I can control my urges."

Lucia laughed again,

"Just as you are now, I detect movement under your toga, we cannot go back into public view until we have dealt with the problem, it's fortunate that I was so looking forward to having you inside me this afternoon I am already wet and slick with my juices so you can fuck me here against the wall."

She lifted her toga up to her waist so her blonde bush was visible as were the juices trickling down her legs.

"You are a real bitch Lucia, will you stop at nothing to get me into your bed?"

Quinn lifted his toga and his meaty rod sprang out as he closed with Lucia, she lifted one leg to wind around his and give him access to her wet dripping sex. Her arms wound around his neck and she pressed her lips to his after she murmured,

"Fuck me good Mighty Quinn."

 

[Opensesame54321]

So, isolation was no longer to be practiced in the Quinn villa. He was the Master. But she was sure that the rest of the household would be appalled though none of them would say anything to Master Quinn about it.

She began to dress wrapping a subligaculum around her bottom and between her legs, using it to hold the rags in place. The linen was a bit coarse and stiff but it did the job. Then she carefully wrapped the strophium around her breast, using the same kind of linen.

After making certain that the ends were carefully tucked and using a very simple pin to secure both pieces in place, she slipped her tunic on her over the undergarments. This felt so wrong and she had puzzled things over in her mind. Was he really missing her that much? It was a good thought but she wasn’t sure that was the whole truth.

Taking a deep breath and making one last check on everything to make certain that she was not leaking, she headed for the door. Her flow was heavier than usual so she could not stay out for too long or she would have an accident. But she should have time to check on Quinn, and stop to obtain additional rags and water before she returned to her room.

Stepping out into the hall, she saw Jovian walking towards her. He stopped, a confused look on his face. Aemilia tried to smile as she glanced down at the floor.

“Ah, Aemilia…” he hesitated, unsure of just what to say or how to say it.

“I know,” Aemilia answered. “Master Quinn has forbidden isolation during…” She knew that she didn’t have to finish the sentence as most if not all of the household was aware of her condition just as she was sure that all knew as to why Decima has not been seen.

Jovian gave a curt nod before continuing on to his bedroom. She could not fault his unease. Stopping by the laundry, she left the sack of dirty rags and grabbed a clean sack with fresh rags in it.

Back out in the hall, she headed towards the side of the villa where the culina and Quinn’s chambers were. Close to the culina Faye stepped out of the room where the food was being prepared. She also looked surprised to see Aemilia outside of isolation. Aemilia nodded.

“I know. Master Quinn has forbidden isolation.”

Faye smiled and nodded, continuing on with her work. Aemilia continued to Quinn’s bedroom, her footsteps soft on the tile. She dropped the clean bag outside his doorway.

The curtain to his room was closed. It was just a bit after the noon day sun and it occurred to her that he could be resting away from the heat. She would at least let him know that she had broken isolation. Knocking several times, she waited for him to call out. All remained quiet. She slipped inside the room, surprised to find it empty.

Looking around, she wondered where he had gone. Perhaps he was expecting her only in the mornings, which would probably be a much safer idea.

She started to turn to leave when something on the floor caught her attention. It looked like a piece of papyrus that the breeze from the window had blown off of the bed. Crossing over to it, she bent down to pick it up and stopped. It appeared to be a message of some kind. The fact that she did not know how to read meant that she could not say for certain just what was written on the message.

However, there was something that immediately let her know who the message was from. Near the bottom was the imprint of two lips as if the sender had kissed the papyrus. She knew just who the message was from even if she did not know what the message said.

She dropped the papyrus back on the floor where she had found it before turning around and slipping out of his room. And so it started. She picked back up the clean bag and headed back the way she had come.

At the culina, she stood just outside the doorway. Julie looked up from her work and shook her head. “Faye told me that The Master had forbidden isolation.”

“I still will not enter this room, especially while you are preparing food. But I do need fresh water.”

“Do not worry. If you need to return to your room, I will bring you fresh water. And I should have your food ready in about an hour.”

“Thank you, Julie. I appreciate all that you do.” She paused for a moment before asking the question. “Do you happen to know where The Master could be?”

Julie shook her head. “While working in the garden, Caius noticed The Master heading for the market. He said that was a bit before midday.”

Aemilia smiled and nodded. “He was probably heading out to purchase some new garments. Something worthy of his status.”

On the walk back to her room her smile disappeared. Again in her room, she sat on the bed, trying not to cry.

 

[cumnchat]

Quinn tried to fight it, fight the intoxicating mix of Lucia's seductive perfume and the musk of her arousal, he knew he shouldn't do this, he loved Aemilia, not this woman who was beckoning to him but she was here and available while Aemilia was denied to hIm. Who would know anyway? He had needs, strong needs that he couldn't ignore. His manhood jutted out in front of him like the foresail spar on the bow of a galley. it seemed to sniff for prey as he moved closer, he slid Lucia's toga from her shoulders baring her milky white breasts tipped with juicy dark chocolate-colored nipples that stood proud and erect. As if in a dream he heard Lucia talking to him, encouraging him to take her. He mauled her breasts roughly in his large hands and teased her nipples, pinching, tugging, and twisting them

"That's it Quinn prove to me what a stallion you are, a quick fuck here then back to my villa for the afternoon although as your whore is not available you could stay the night."

Lucia leaned back against the wall with a triumphant smile on her face and she opened her legs
ready to receive him, the tip of his manhood brushed over her bush of fine blonde hair and Lucia gasped,

"YES, QUINN, FUCK ME NOW, FUCK ME GOOD."

Despite Lucia's exhortations to Quinn becoming more and more desperate, Quinn just stood there, unmoving, his cock inches from her sex. Eventually, he shook his head as if to clear it and growled.

"Almost Lucia, you almost got what you wanted from me but you said the wrong thing when you called Aemilia a whore, look at yourself woman, you are prepared to fuck a man you hardly know in an alleyway because you like the size of his cock, Aemilia is worth ten of you."

He stepped away from her, covered himself, and began to walk away, Lucia screamed after him,

"You'll be back, I'll be here at noon tomorrow and you'll be here too and you'll fuck me tomorrow I promise you."

 

[Opensesame54321]

Decima sat in her room feeling utterly useless. By all rights she should be out busy working instead of sitting here in isolation. And knowing that Aemilia was also in isolation probably made both of their absences a bit more noticeable.

At first she was surprised when she heard the knock at her doorway. It was a bit early for her meal but maybe it was Faye to pick up her rags bag and bring fresh ones to her.

“Yes?”

“Decima, it is me.” It shocked her that Jovian was out there. He knew that she was in isolation.

“Jovian! You know…”

“I know. But I was informed that the Master has banned isolation in his house.”

“Someone is merely playing a joke on you.”

“No. I was told so by Aemilia. She was walking to the kitchen.”

“She was outside of her room?” Decima stood up and stepped towards the curtained doorway. “Really? Is she out there right now?”

There was hesitation as Jovian looked both ways up and down the hall.

“Not right now. I think that she went to the kitchen or perhaps the Master’s room. I mean, of course you cannot leave the villa. But at least here you can move around.”

Now it was Decima’s turn to hesitate. She stood beside the doorway, wanting to believe that it was true.

“Decima…”. Jovian sounded pleading just on the other side of the curtain.

“I am trusting you.” Slowly she drew back the curtain and found Jovian standing just outside the door frame. He grinned at her and held out his hand.

“Are you sure that you want to touch me?” She held back and eyed his hand.

“I’ll take my chances.” He smiled at her.

The instant that Decima placed her hand in his, Jovian pulled her out of her room and into his arms, quickly kissing her. Decima gasped and pulled back.

“Jovian! Not here and not now!”

“I missed seeing you.”

She blushed. “Oh Jovian, I had only been isolated for one day so far.”

He smiled at her and kissed her shoulder. “That was one day too much for me.”

With that, he turned and headed for his room to obtain his aulos before heading out into the garden to practice. Soon the sweet notes of his double flute instrument could be heard floating through the afternoon air.

 

[cumnchat]

After leaving Lucia in the alleyway Quinn wandered around the market in a daze trying to come to terms with what had almost just happened with Lucia. Why did he nearly succumb to her charms when he had the young, beautiful, willing Aemilia at his home, except that Aemilia wasn't available due to Lucia's potion? Lucia was a lot older than Aemilia and by her own admission she had been well-used but still with a good body and she wanted Quinn, of that there was no doubt, What harm would it do?

Finally, his wanderings took him home and he made straight for Aemilia's room hoping to find her there. He pulled the curtain to one side and saw Aemilia sitting silently, her face streaked with tears.

"Hello Aemilia, how are you?"

His voice was strained and lacking the usual warmth and passion that he usually spoke to Aemilia with, he realized it and put it down to a guilty conscience, he had almost betrayed his true love although it could be argued that a free man could not betray a slave.

"In case you are not clear Aemilia, isolation does not apply in this house, you are free to go where you wish within the villa and the garden, I will only require you in the mornings before breakfast to carry out your duties restricted though they may be. I will call in on you throughout the day to see that you are alright,"

Abruptly he turned and left and went to his quarters and sat on his bed with his head in his hands. What was he to do? While he was a gladiator going without sex was no problem, there were far more pressing matters than sex but since he had become a free man Aemilia had filled his thoughts and he had become addicted, it was torture to go a whole day without sex of some sort. Maybe Aemilia's morning ministrations would help.

 

[Opensesame54321]

Finally her self-pity took over and Aemilia found it easy to let the tears roll down her cheeks. Despite Quinn’s assurances that Lucia meant nothing to him and he would only fulfill his promise to her of sex only twice during her two weeks of abstinence, she was pretty certain that the message that she had found on the tile beside his bed was from Lucia. After all what other woman would have the gall to sign a missive with two kisses.

Of course, perhaps the woman was calling in one of his payments due. Beside, she had no idea exactly what was written upon the Papyrus.

Suddenly the curtain was shoved open and Quinn’s figure filled the doorway. She held her breath as she took him in. He looked so defeated and that broke her heart. He stood there for a minute just looking at her before he spoke.

"Hello Aemilia, how are you?"

“I am well, Master Quinn.”

It almost didn’t sound like him. Like it was just a shell of the man that she loved. She felt the urge to rush to him and wrap her arms around him. To somehow let him know that everything would be fine. And that no matter what, she loved him.

"In case you are not clear Aemilia, isolation does not apply in this house, you are free to go where you wish within the villa and the garden, I will only require you in the mornings before breakfast to carry out your duties restricted though they may be. I will call in on you throughout the day to see that you are alright,"

There was no emotion when he spoke, as if merely stating a fact. And with that, he turned and left. The room seemed so empty without him.

It was then that she gave herself a stern scolding. After all, this was even more difficult for Quinn than she had considered. How the head of the house appeared was more important than the problems of one slave. And all of this was part of the job of a servus sexus. To be available to your Master no matter the issues, and no matter the problems that the servus sexus may have. A happy Master makes for a happy household.

She took some time to make herself presentable, washing herself in the water from the bowl by her bed. Carefully she made sure that everything was clean and covered. There was only a very faint bruise on her breast where Caesar had marked her as his - in fact, one had to look really close to even make out anything. The last thing she did was gently apply her personal scent, hoping that it would mask any scent from her flow. However, should it not, then she should accept it as not an attack against her personally, but against the situation.

Finally she combed her hair and stepped out into the hall. No one was around as she slowly walked towards the other side of the villa towards the culina. As she passed the doorway she could hear Julie humming as she prepared this evening’s meal. Off in the distance was the light lyrical sound of Jovian’s aulos as he played. She realized that Julie was humming the same tune.

She reached his chambers and knocked on the wall. Quinn’s deep voice called out tiredly and she drew open the curtain and entered, closing the curtain behind her. He was sitting on his bed and had not bothered to even look up when she had entered. Instead he sat there with his face in his hands, almost defeated.

Aemilia crossed to him and knelt down at his feet. Gently she reached a hand out, placing a palm on the back of his hand. Time seemed to stand still and it felt as if Quinn were holding his breath. Her voice was soft and yet defined.

“My Love, if you can stand being around me at this time, then I am here for you. For as long as you wish, for as long as I am able. In a week, if I understand correctly, I may not wish to be in the same room with you. But please know that that will not be always. And please know that I will once again return to you. For you are my Love.”

She smiled up at him.

 

[cumnchat]

Quinn heard Aemilia's words and smiled sardonically into his hands, Knowing that what he was about to say would break her heart and his also, he made his confession,

"I know that you mean every word but listen to what I have to say and see if you can still love me. Lucia is an extraordinary woman, she is a greedy, selfish bitch who cares for no one, any decent man would steer clear of her yet she draws me to her, tempting me, and promising me things I have never dreamed of. She doesn't care if she destroys our happiness, our love, she is obsessed with my manhood, she will stop at nothing to have me take her without asking, to use her like the whore she is. The worst part is she almost succeeded today in the market, we were within a hairsbreadth of rutting like a couple of street dogs until I came to my senses, the problem is I still find her desirable even though there is no warmth between us, I just can't explain it, all I can do is hope that if I do stray you can forgive me and love me again."

He looked up and held her face between his large calloused hands and looked into her eyes,

"Despite my size, Aemilia, I am weak, weak-willed when it comes to women, the proof of that shows when Caesar was here, while he was abusing you with my permission I was using his servus sexus and enjoying Lillian's body to the full. You should go now and come to me in the morning if you still love me."

Quinn tilted her face up and kissed her soft sensuous lips, gently but with passion.

 

[Opensesame54321]

She could tell that his words were like bitter herbs on his tongue as he spoke. So, she had been correct - the missive had been from Lucia. And the woman had been one to take advantage of a situation and use it to her full benefit. Oh, the woman had played the part of a friend offering a solution to a problem. And she had played it well. But Lucia was like a female version of Troilus and, if the truth be known, it would not surprise her if she were to discover that the two were friends.

She was glad that he finally could see Lucia for what she really was. As far as she was concerned, that was half of the battle. It still did not make it any easier. But he took her face in his hands and looked seriously into her eyes.

"Despite my size, Aemilia, I am weak, weak-willed when it comes to women, the proof of that shows when Caesar was here, while he was abusing you with my permission I was using his servus sexus and enjoying Lillian's body to the full. You should go now and come to me in the morning if you still love me."

She could see the pain in his eyes as he poured his heart out to her. And then he kissed her and she felt the love well up within her. But she could not let him defeat himself.

She placed a hand on his, looking up into his eyes with love.

“My Love, you torture yourself over something of which you have no control. It was Caesar. The Emperor. In the world in which we live, the Emperor has access to whatever and whoever he chooses. You are here because of him. Even a free citizen is not completely free. I myself heard him give permission for you to use her. You had a role to play, just as I had a role to play. Had you not used Lillian then your strength in society would have been diminished. And it would not have been just you that would have suffered. It would have been this whole household that would have paid the price. Before, when you were a gladiator, you only had to worry about yourself. But now, you have me and others dependent upon you. Show weakness and Caesar could decide that he should have me instead of you. Or that Troilus should have me.”

She felt him stiffen at the thought and she turned her face to kiss the palm of his hand.

“None of us are so strong that we don’t need help from time to time. And we all have our weaknesses. But please know that I love you. I was taught that for a servus sexus, there was no such thing as love. That there is only sex. But the lanistas were wrong. For I love you. And should I be forced to entertain another, and should you be forced to bed another, I will still love you. For no matter what, we still have to live in this society of which we are a part of. And no matter what, I love you. I am here for you! And I will help you fight the pull that Lucia holds over you.”

Smiling at him, she rested her small hands upon his knees. She could feel the strength in them and she looked up at him. He seemed so torn and she thought only as to how she could help him.

She slowly parted his knees. He seemed surprised by her action but did not fight it. Instead he sat there and watched as she smiled and pushed up the hem of his tunic just a bit to reveal his powerful thighs.

Her hand ran softly up his skin, feeling the muscles beneath as she tickled the hairs growing there until she came to the hem of his tunic. But she knew his body well enough that she did not have to see to know where she was going.

He gave a quick inhale of breath when her hands found what she was seeking. Already that muscle was showing life. Slowly she began to stroke him, all the time smiling up into his face, her eyes showing no condemnation, only love.

“I am here for you, my love.”

She looked forward to the time when this week of the flow and the week where she would not want to be with him were over. Meanwhile, her fingers stroked and urged on his manhood.

 

[cumnchat]

Quinn's love for Aemilia was pouring out of him, it was almost tangible as he held her face in his great big hands and kissed her. His heartbeat quickened as she placed one hand over one of his and he broke the kiss, sorely tempted to see her naked even though her flow was still present but he controlled himself and listened to what she had to say,

"My Love, you torture yourself over something of which you have no control. It was Caesar. The Emperor. In the world in which we live, the Emperor has access to whatever and whoever he chooses. You are here because of him. Even a free citizen is not completely free. I myself heard him give permission for you to use her. You had a role to play, just as I had a role to play. Had you not used Lillian then your strength in society would have been diminished. And it would not have been just you that would have suffered. It would have been this whole household that would have paid the price. Before, when you were a gladiator, you only had to worry about yourself. But now, you have me and others dependent upon you. Show weakness and Caesar could decide that he should have me instead of you. Or that Troilus should have me.”

At the mention of Troilus and the possibility of him possessing her, Quinn visibly stiffened but Aemilia turned her face and kissed the palm of his hand and set his pulse racing even more,

"None of us are so strong that we don’t need help from time to time. And we all have our weaknesses. But please know that I love you. I was taught that for a servus sexus, there was no such thing as love. That there is only sex. But the lanistas were wrong. For I love you. And should I be forced to entertain another, and should you be forced to bed another, I will still love you. No matter what, we still have to live in this society of which we are a part. And no matter what, I love you. I am here for you! And I will help you fight the pull that Lucia holds over you.”

He knew that if he said what was going through his mind at that moment it could destroy everything, he had given his word to Lucia about making the two payments she had asked for, and his word was his bond so Lucia would still have the payments made how she wanted them. When she would ask for them he had no idea but perhaps he could convince her to take the first one sooner rather than later.

All this flashed through his mind but meantime Aemilia silenced him as she placed her small dainty hands on his knees and smiled up at him, he felt her slowly part his knees and still smiling and looking up at him her hands ran over familiar territory as she pushed up the hem of his tunic baring his strong muscular hairy thighs. His coarse body hairs tickled as Aemilia's fingers slid through them and found what they were seeking and gripped the base of his rigid staff,

“I am here for you, my love.”

Her hands were cool on his shaft as her hand stroked and caressed his throbbing manhood, the veins bulging and pulsing, feeding his need. It was up to Aemilia, how far this went but he hoped that she might display her slender but shapely body to him once more, to encourage her he reached out and cupped one breast in his hand through the thin fabric and gently rolled her hard erect nipple between finger and thumb. He smiled back and gave notice of his need by licking his lips, perhaps Aemilia might find it necessary to wet her lips as well.

 

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Aemilia could see Quinn easing into the moment. As she massaged his manhood, she could feel it begin to increase in its girth and though she still was only working by feel it as it was still hidden by the bottom of his tunic, she could imagine just how it looked, how it tasted, and how it smelled.

She leaned in more and he reached out a hand so that he could cup her left breast. His fingers began to worry the nipple and she was surprised that despite the two layers of material - one from her tunic and one from the strophium - her nipples were excited enough to show prominently through her clothes. Quinn’s fingers worried it and she watched and smiled. She preferred him smiling to the self flagellation that he had been doing only minutes before. She wanted him happy.

Looking up at him, she smiled and removed her hands. He looked so disappointed but she stood up, standing between his legs. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she bent over and kissed his lips, slipping her tongue out to tease him. His lips and hers were soon hungrily finding each other, her tongue slipping into his mouth. She could taste his need for her and she didn’t want to stop.

Finally she broke the kiss as he looked up at her, a question in his eyes. She ran her fingers through his sandy curls.

“If you will raise your arms…”

He finally began to understand what she wanted and lifted his arms over his head. Slowly she pulled up on his tunic watching his body being revealed to her. She could see how her hands had reawakened his manhood and finally she took his tunic and laid it across the end of the bed.

She lightly pressed against the center of his chest, pushing him back.

“Just lay back and let me take care of you.”

 

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Aemilia's nipple responded to his teasing and swelled into hard excited nubs, even though the two layers of material
hid them from view, He wanted to taste them and suckle them but that would have to be Aemilia's decision as to whether she would display herself to him, she might if she had really forgiven him over Lucia.

Aemilia's hands left his thick hungry staff and his face fell showing his disappointment, but it was only for a few seconds as she stood between his legs and leaned forward to give him the longest sweetest kiss, her tongue slid between his lips seeking his and they met and hungrily teased each other, writhing, sliding, wrapping around each in turn, saliva wetted their mouths and whet they're appetite for more.

After what seemed an age, Aemilia broke the kiss and Quinn looked questioningly up at her, silently wondering if that was it, wondering if the reconciliation was over. Her fingers ran through the curls of his short-cropped hair,

"If you will raise your arms…”

It took a few moments for Quinn to understand what was happening and then with a huge smile on his face he raised his arms above his head and let Aemilia lift his tunic up and over his head, His tanned muscular body was revealed inch by inch his unsheathed sword throbbing as he held it upright with one hand and cupped his hairy ball sac with the other.

Quinn watched patiently as Aemilia teased him further by meticulously folding his tunic, and placing it at the end of the bed, Only then did she return to stand between his legs and gently push his chest so that he lay on his back with his manhood pointing to the sky. It was clear that Aemilia was in charge now as her eyes gleamed wickedly and it seemed tried to sound menacing,

"Just lay back and let me take care of you.”

This was the sort of playful banter that Quinn enjoyed so much with Aemilia, even in the middle of exhilarating sex, one or the other would say or do something silly or outrageous that would cause them to break into gales of laughter and forget about the sex for a few minutes and then return to it with renewed vigour. He replied with a wry smile

"What do you have in mind? Tying my penis in a knot, leaving me to swell until I burst?

 

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Quinn lay naked upon the bed, his feet still on the floor and the rest of him supine on the bed, his manhood starting to strain towards the heavens. With her still kneeling between his feet and her bottom resting on her own feet, he could not see her but she heard his voice calling out to her.

"What do you have in mind? Tying my penis in a knot, leaving me to swell until I burst?

She could hear the amusement in his voice and she giggled at him.

“Oh, I’m sure that you’ll burst but it won’t be from a knot in your penis.” He gave a chuckle.

She ran her fingertips up his calves and and looked up to notice that his manhood was bobbing back and forth because of what she was doing to him. Probably all he could see from his viewpoint was his moving penis. When she reached his knees with her fingers she made little circles on the inside of his knees. She could hear him give a quick inhale of breath.

“Feeling anything yet, Love?”

She lifted up so that she was on her knees and could now see his face. He was at her mercy.

Still she did not touch his manhood but continued to tease. Quinn acted as if he were going to sit up or something. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him.

“Just stay where you are if you want this to continue,” she lightly warned and he seemed to decide that it was best to just lay back and leave it up to her.

She bent over and began to kiss his inner thighs, giving little nibbles and scraping her teeth on his skin, teasing him. She thought that she heard him groan as she splayed her hand on top of his thighs to help keep her balance. Still she kept her body covered. Her breast were a bit tender because of her flow and the fact that she wore 2 layers of clothing helped her to accept it when earlier Quinn had played with her breast.

“Patience,” she murmured as she continued.