The Centurion (closed for Henry47)

Briana too found herself enjoying the simple yet peaceful setting of their refuge for the evening. It was rustic to be sure, but after a day of walking and the last couple of days with little to no sleep she was enjoying the warmth of the fire, and was looking forward to putting something warm within her belly and then laying down within the fleeces.

She could not help but wonder though about what her accommodations might be like in the nights to come. Marcus had said she would be treated well at his home, and she had no cause to doubt him, but then what? Wouldn't she be carted off to Rome and sold as a slave as he had said before? What would her evenings be like then? Forced to tend the fire of some rich master? Nursing her wounds from a fight in that arena she had heard stories of? She frowned slightly and tried to force such thoughts from her mind as she rose to her feet again.

"Should be about ready now," she told Marcus as she handed him the stirring stick and moved back over to where he'd found the cooking pot, gathering up a couple serving dishes that she'd noticed stored there as well.
 
The broth might have been simple and not as hearty as the mutton and mead Briana currently craved, but the flavor was pleasant and it filled her belly and satisfied her hunger pangs, lifting her spirits and leaving her feeling warm and sated. As Marcus walked outside she gave the pot and bowls a quick was with a cloth and some water and moved them back where they'd initially been found. She had not realized it, but she'd begun to absent mindedly hum a soft tune as she'd worked, continuing to do so as she moved over to the raised platform and began to undress for bed.
 
Bit by bit Briana removed her warrior's garb until none remained on her body. Setting her clothing items aside near the raised platform so that she would be able to find them easily in the morning when it was time to rise and leave. She began to step forward towards the platform when she paused, feeling the prickling at the back of her neck of eyes upon her. She turned towards the doorway then, a look of amusement lighting within her green eyes and making the corners of her lips tilt upwards as she spotted Marcus there watching her.

"Do you like what you see, Centurion?" she asked him teasingly, her words echoing the ones she had used with him only two nights prior at their first meeting, but now there was no bitter mocking in her tone, only playfulness as her smile grew, "Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to join me?"
 
Briana had stood still as Marcus had examined her, not shying away as his gaze roamed slowly over her body and giving him time to completely take her in. She smiled in response to his words, then watched as he began to remove his own clothes. When at last he stood before her naked as well, her eyes roamed over him appreciatively in return.

Once more she was struck by how tall he was, taller than any man she had ever seen, but it was more than just this that added to his presence. He was older than her in comparison, but still obviously very strong, his body well toned and defined by his years as a soldier and commander. Her eyes took their time taking in the muscles of his chest then trailing down his stomach and abdomen, then his strong thighs and the impressively sized cock between them as well. Lifting her gaze higher again the light of the fire played over his skin, illuminating the battle scars upon it. She found herself wanting to trace her fingers over them, curious to hear the stories behind them.

In the end it was she that went to him, stepping forward and closing the distance between them as she gazed up at him and lightly ran her fingers down the length of his arm to his hand.

"Come to bed, Marcus," she coaxed him softly.
 
Briana had not been expecting at all for Marcus to scoop her up into his arms as he had, and so she was caught a little off guard at first, her body tensing a bit; but she quickly recovered, relaxing within his arms and smiling slightly with amusement as he carried her the short distance over to the platform that was to be their bed for the night. The small smile remained on her face as he laid her upon the blankets and fleeces, the look in her eyes softening as she watched and felt him trail his finger over her body, saw the way in which he gazed at her as he did so. She shivered slightly and then shifted, making room for him beside her on the platform.
 
Briana had watched Marcus as he'd continued to trail his finger over her body, her skin tingling and nipples growing harder in response to his touch. She'd frowned slightly as he'd brought up Chester, not wanting to spoil the pleasant moment between them with thoughts of the following day and her return to true captivity, for though she had technically been Marcus' captive all along he had not done anything to make her feel that way since they'd reached their little truce of sorts that morning. She could not help but smirk however when he smiled and mentioned how they would have to make it look like they'd been fighting all along.

"Just show them your finger," she suggested smugly as she turned on her side to face him, bending her elbow and propping her head up upon her hand so that she could look down at his face as he laid upon his back.

"What do you mean, prisoner or property? What would be the difference?" she asked him curiously, trying to weigh her options.
 
Briana's eyes met Marcus', then lowered slightly as she thought over what he had told her.

"So really my choices are to belong to the governor, belong to you, or try to escape again..."

She smirked slightly.

"Though judging by my attempts before, I'm not sure if the last is truly an option. It seems likely that I would wake you if I tried to leave, especially now that we are sharing a bed..."

Her expression turned more serious again.

"Unless.. you let me leave... or you disappeared into the moor with me."

She lifted her gaze back up to meet his own again, letting the suggestion hang in the air between them.
 
Briana's lips parted with a soft intake of breath as Marcus' finger curled against her, her hips pressing her mound forward against his hand cupping between her legs in response.

He hadn't out right told her no in response to her suggestion, but as he'd spoken of the luxuries that a Roman life could provide she knew she had her answer. He wouldn't leave with her, likely wouldn't allow her to escape either. She couldn't say that she blamed him. As close to his retirement as he was she knew he had much to loose at this point.

She was however surprised and touched by his assurances that he would help her if the governor tried to claim her, that if she was his property he would not treat her as such. She smiled slightly, her hand reaching out to brush up the side of his neck and over his jaw.

"I think sleeping on it would be wise," she agreed with a smirk.
 
Briana moaned softly into the kiss, the noise muffled by Marcus' mouth on her own.

"Marcus.." she breathed, her voice velvety with desire now as his finger stroked inside of her wetness and made her squirm in response.

She let her lips slip back down to his neck, kissing down to his pulse and then nipping the skin there softly. At the same time her free hand moved down between them, pushing his own hand gently to the side and wrapping her own smaller, softer fingers around him instead as she began to stroke him.
 
Briana moaned softly in response to the feel of Marcus' finger pushing deeper within her wetness, his thumb on her clit making the little bud swell beneath his touch. She began to rock her hips against his hand softly as he massaged her with it, her grip on him tightening slightly as she continued to stroke him. The feel of him pulsing within her hand was thrilling, his touch upon her own body intoxicating.

With his head back she kissed the base of his neck, then gave it another nip before pushing her fingers back into his hair and pulling him to her so that her lips could find his own once more.
 
Briana gave a little whimper of disappointment as Marcus' fingers slipped out from within her, but then smiled against his lips as he pulled her on top of him, releasing her hold from around his cock as he did so, but only momentarily. Her legs straddling him now as she lay atop him, as they kissed she reached down once more, this time lifting her hips up slightly as her hand reached back behind her and found his cock, her fingers wrapping around it again and guiding the tip to her already wet and ready entrance. She slid the tip against her opening, coating it with her juices a bit as she moaned into his kiss, then slowly began to push him inside.
 
Briana moaned softly at the feel of Marcus' hands in her hair as she slowly pushed him deeper within her. She smiled as she kissed his chest, dotting kisses upon his warm skin, sometimes tasting a droplet of sweat with her tongue or grazing the skin with her teeth. She loved how he took control, telling her without words where he wanted her to kiss him next, and she was all too happy to oblige as she buried him deep, holding his entire length within her for a moment before beginning to slowly rock upon him.
 
Briana moaned out softly again as she sank back down onto Marcus' cock. Her breathing grew more labored as she rode up and down upon him, her tempo gradually increasing. She loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, of his hands roaming upon her body. Her back arched slightly as he cupped her breasts, a wanton smile and twinkle in her eye appearing when he gave her a playful slap. She increased her tempo, her hands resting upon his abdomen to brace herself.
 
Briana had soon found herself getting completely caught up in the pure enjoyment of riding Marcus' cock, loving the way he guided her with his touch as she moved upon him. The feel of him as he began to push upwards and move with her was amazing. She closed her eyes as her body moved and ground upon him, bending one way and then the other, little cries and moans of enjoyment escaping her as he pushed her back and she grabbed his ankles for balance.

"Yes.. oh fuck yes.." she moaned.

When he repositioned himself and pulled her to him and grabbing her hair, she moaned into his kiss as she felt herself tremble, then gasped with pleasure as he pulled her head back and kissed her neck. Her hands went to his shoulders, holding him tightly as her nails dug into him.
 
Marcus' pace was achingly slow as he lifted her and then lowered her upon him again and again. As he filled her once more she could feel every single inch as she came down and he stretched her. Feel his hand at her neck, his fingers stroking upon her lips as he split them. Her head fell back, eyes closed as she bit her lip to stifle a groan, then opened again as he filled her completely, one of her hands moving to the back of his head as she pulled him to her for a desperate and passion filled kiss, her lips hungrily tasting his own as her fingers curled against his hair.
 
As Marcus lifted her again Mirela tilted her head back and let out a soft moan. She could feel the tension within his body and thought he might speed up then, might lose control of himself, but he did not. Instead he kept up his slow pace until it was her that finally relented, feeling as if she might grow mad with her own need for release.

Lowering one of her hands to reach down between their two bodies, she found her swollen bud and began to rub upon it with her fingers, her mouth falling open with a gasp and her hips twitching forward as she did.
 
As Marcus had taken her hand and begun to suck upon her fingers Briana had moaned softly, but when he'd captured her wrists with one hand and then held her still with his other as he'd resumed his pace from before, slowly moving her up and down his long cock, she'd groaned with protest.

"Soon, but not yet Briana"

Was he trying to drive her to insanity?! She'd been so close! He sucked upon her fingers again and she felt herself shiver, his squeeze and then slap upon her backside making her jump slightly and then release a pleasured whimper of need as she tightened around him.

Finally he began to move more within her, pushing her down upon him and then pushing up into her at the same time as he ground up into her, his pelvis pressing up against her swollen clit.

"Oh fuck!" she breathed, "Don't stop!.. Oh please!"

She was beyond caring about the desperate tone her voice had taken on. She ground back against him, so already on the edge that it didn't take long before she had reached her breaking point, her thighs beginning to tremble slightly as her body clenched tighter around him before with a sudden gasp she came. Her body slumped forward against him, head resting against his shoulder with a groan as her juices flowed over his cock, her pussy convulsing and squeezing around him with her release.
 
While Briana's mind may have been divided before on if she should try to run again during the night or not while Marcus slept, her own body seemed to have made the decision for her. Spent, warm, and content within his arms as he'd held her after their lovemaking she'd quickly drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep, her mind a blissful and restful void until morning.

Roused by the creak of the platform and Marcus' steps and shufflings as he moved about the hut, she began to stir. She groaned softly, reluctant to leave the warmth of the fleeces. She began to stretch her limbs a bit, but it was then however that she too picked up on the sound drifting to them that they both knew well...the sound of men and horses nearby.

She froze for a moment within the fleeces, then quietly pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her gaze shooting to the hut's doorway and then to Marcus as she strained her ears to try and tell what language was being spoken.

Were they Roman men or Britains? Had the soldiers caught up with them or was it the shepherds returning to their huts?
 
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Following Marcus' whispered instructions, Briana hurried to get dressed along with him. Luckily the spot where she'd chosen to disrobe by the platform the night before was still dry, so she was able to quickly put on her tartan, top, and boots. Seeing his nod she returned it, letting him know she understood and was ready for whatever would come. Like him she could tell by now that the group that had come upon them was armed and slowly closing in on the hut, surrounding them. She had no weapon but readied herself as best as she was able, her muscles tightening in readiness even as Marcus pushed her behind him. The curtain flung open and at first the sudden light and Marcus' body in front of her obstructed her view, but then she heard a laugh and a voice she recognized from her brief time within the Roman camp. She eased slightly, even as she frowned a bit at the man's comment about herself. She was uncertain what their discovery before they had reached their destination might mean for herself, but for Marcus' sake she was at least grateful that the one to find them had been his friend.
 
Briana remained civil throughout the meal, but grew quiet again as she listened in on the talk between Marcus and Darius and the plan that the two men were creating on her behalf. She had no doubt that it was indeed her best chance of freedom as they had said, but she could not help but have her doubts. She was a proud woman and was not certain how convincing a part she would be able to play in the role they were assigning to her. While she had made her peace with Marcus individually she could not deny that she wished to do so with Rome as a whole and still very much wished for the legates and troops to leave her peoples' lands and let them be. Depending on what was asked of her she was not yet certain if she would be able to deliver, but she also knew that she had no other options.
 
Briana had been surprised when Darius had been so bold as to openly look her over in the manner that he had before parting ways with herself and Marcus. She'd held herself back for Marcus' sake, knowing that the man was a friend of his, but her eyes had narrowed at him as he'd left.

She followed Marcus into the atrium, her arms crossing angrily over her chest and her chin proudly rising a fraction as she remained standing as he sat.

"Did you see the way in which he looked at me?" she asked him pointedly, "How am I to be taken seriously as an emissary and avoid the interest of the legate if he treats me in such a manner?"
 
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Briana looked down at Marcus as he beckoned her to sit and eat with him, her expression softening a bit as she did. It was obvious that she was not completely at ease with his dismissive reply about Darius, but she decided to let the matter rest for now. They had both had a long day of traveling, and their previous days had been even longer still, full of battles and only a little rest and little to eat. The promise of wine and a hot meal were admittedly very welcome, despite the circumstances. With a sigh of resignation she sat down and joined him beside the small fire.

"What should I expect when I meet the legate tomorrow?" she asked as she poured each of them a glass of the wine, wanting to prepare herself as well as she was able.
 
Briana had expected for Marcus to give more explanation, sensing that he had more on his mind than just what he was telling her, but as he remained quiet and began to eat she sensed that he was done. She would have like more information, but supposed it was enough. She would be on guard when they met with the man tomorrow, but would try to be respectful. Be on her 'best behavior' so to speak.

She began to eat as well, taking a bite of the mean, wiping her fingers, and then following the bite with a drink of the wine. After she had swallowed she turned to him again.

"And what should I expect of my stay here with you?" she asked him, a hint of a smile upon her lips.
 
Briana's full lips turned upwards with amusement in response to Marcus' reply to her question, her eyes looking back at him now as he gazed over at her, the flames of the fire reflecting within their emerald depths as she watched him.

"Hmmm..." she responded, as she turned her gaze from him and reached for another bite of the meal before them and placed it in her mouth, quiet as she chewed as if she was contemplating his offer.

"I've no need for servants..." she considered, then turned to him with a smirk, "But tell me more about this 'comfortable' bedroom."
 
Briana could not help but smile openly at Marcus' joking reference to the shepherd hut as he grinned at her and held out his hand in offering to her. Her eyes sparkling up at him she placed her hand in his own and rose from her seat by the table to join him.

"I suppose I must," she teasingly replied with a feigned, long-suffering sigh as she smirked at him, "I will need to examine it thoroughly of course to make sure that it holds up to my high standards."
 
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