An Old Tale of Love and War

Love is Eternal


Agripus stared out of the open balcony gazing upon the ancient city of Rome. Stars and the moon provided an eerie backlight for the sleeping city. A cool breeze wound through the air, caressing his naked skin. He breathed in, reveling in the smell of the city and the Mediterranean Sea and calming at the cool touch of air stirring around him. He closed his eyes and reopened them, trying to burn this image and feeling in his mind.

Agripus flinched when he felt slender, delicate fingers touch his back, his mind coming back to the present. He felt the smoothness of his wife’s fingers, teasing and caressing his back like the wind had caressed his front.

“What keeps my husband awoke at this late hour. Does not the warmth of my body comfort you,” she whispered to him.

He smiled, knowing it should but he couldn’t keep his thoughts from swirling. He touched her hand comfortingly.

“You do comfort me, Atia, my love, it’s my thoughts that drive me to sleeplessness,” he said, his voice a deep baritone.

Atia embraced her husband, her nude body pressing tightly against him, comforting him. Her fingers traced his chiseled stomach. She kissed his back several times. Agripus held tightly to her arms, pulling her even closer.

“What ails you, my love,” Atia asked?

“The generals met today with Caesar,” Agripus started to explain; “I leave for Gaul in two days.”

Agripus heard Atia’s intake of breathe but she said nothing. He waited, reveling in the feel of her warmth against him. When he found his words, he spoke again.

“Caesar’s ambition is to take all of Gaul. We make for the Averni leader Vercingetorix first, he is leading a rebellion. If we break him, the other rebels will follow; at least that is Caesar’s hope.”

Atia rested her head against Agripus’ back. She wanted desperately to tell him not to go, but knew that he had no choice. The campaign would likely take him away from home for several years, years in which he may die. She felt as if her world would shatter, but held her emotions in check. It would do his already conflicted emotions no good for her to lose conviction.

She swallowed, biting back tears, “How fares your Century?”

“They will be ready. I have Brunus assembling them now. They are well drilled and will be ready for the march in two days,” he explained.

“Then I have nothing to fear, for my husband has the loyalty of his Century, strong and good men, all of them,” she whispered again into his back, “There is no better Centurion in the 7th Legion. You’re men love and respect you. You will be well protected.”

Agripus turned to face his wife. Even in the pale light, he saw the shine of her dark hair and the exuberance of her eyes. Her hair touched her shoulders, playful curling above her exposed breasts. Atia moved her arms, encircling her husband’s muscular neck. Their lips met and they kissed, passion burning between them.

“I don’t deserve you,” said Agripus, his head buried in the woman’s hair.

“It is I that doesn’t deserve you, my husband,” she said, holding him tighter.

Like most nobles of Rome, Atia and Agripus had been arranged to marry. Agripus’ father was an influential senator, who held the ear of the Scipii family for some time. When Atia had come of age, at sixteen, her father had made the arrangements for the two of them to marry. What was unexpected, at least in her opinion, was that they had actually fallen in love.

It hadn’t taken long for them either. On there wedding night, as they made love for the first time, they formed a connection that had stayed with them for these years. Now, even though she had reached her twenty fifth year and still had not produced a child for Agripus, he seemed not to care; caring only for the comfort that her embrace would bring.

Atia was done with words then. She knew that she may never see her husband again after this campaign. It mattered not. The Gods would see fit to bring them together in Elysium. She would do her best to ease her husband’s troubled mind. She would show him just how much he deserved her. And she would do it the best way she knew how.

She kissed him again, using her tongue to tease his and letting her hands slide down his sides. She felt the muscles tense and relax at her touch and found her hands resting on his firm butt. She desired him. They had already made love earlier that night, but Atia was ever hungry for the pleasure of her husband. Now with the prospect of him leaving in two days time, she needed him even more. She felt moisture gathering between her legs, eager for him to enter her.

Agripus was overcome with the same passion that his wife was feeling. He let his hands drift slowly down, caressing her neck down to her ample breasts. He let the palms of his hands move teasingly over Atia’s erect nipples, eliciting a slight gasp from the woman. Her eyes closed, his hands continuing to tease and play with her breasts. Agripus felt himself harden. Atia moved back slightly, allowing his erection to angle up and then she closed the distance again, pressing his manhood against her firm stomach.

Agripus felt Atia’s hands ease around from his butt and encircle his throbbing shaft. He groaned as she started a slow, subtle motion, arousing him; feeling the length of his muscle.

Atia’s lips left his and slowly kissed down his chest to his stomach. She took her time, lightly nibbling his nipples and skin. Then she continued south, her lips traveling and teasing his abdomen. He was amazingly muscled, his abs forming a hard sheet like metal. She found it so incredibly arousing how built he was. She needed him inside of her yet again.

She left there soon, eager to take there foreplay to the next level. Atia shifted slowly, bending at the waist and giving Agripus a clear view of her back and butt. Her lips made contact with the base of his manhood. She started kissing the length of him, her lips gently teasing as her tongue lightly licked along his surface. He groaned; the pleasure from her hand and lips was mounting.

He felt along her back, his hand wandering to the curve of her butt. Slowly, he leaned over her, hands reaching for the warmth between her legs. When he made contact, he was greeted with wetness. Atia’s groin nearly dripped with arousal. Agripus let two fingers slide inside of her, while finding the hard little button that would unlock her orgasm.

Atia groaned as her lips met the tip of his penis. She could barely form a coherent thought in her head, her husband’s skilled fingers were already bringing her dangerously close an orgasm. She licked clean the fluid that had seeped from him, savoring his taste. Before she had been married, Atia had feared that she would never like the taste or feeling of a man filling her mouth, having heard terrible stories from her older sister. With Agripus, she yearned to taste of him, to have him fill her mouth with his savory cum. Tonight, though, she wanted him in other ways and wouldn’t be satisfied if he finished in her mouth. She would have to be careful.

Atia’s lips parted and three inches of him filled her mouth. She sucked slowly, taking him to the brink of pleasure. She felt his hands grip her hair and pull slightly, but he didn’t force her further. He always let her take care of the motion and pressure, preferring to have her do what she liked rather than be forceful.

Atia focused on the thickness in her mouth, willing her throat open to take him in. He was too large to take in all the way so she wisely settled for an inch of him. It was enough. Agripus was shaking and groaning loudly, though he managed to keep up his steady rhythm with his fingers.

Atia groaned loudly and knew she was going to cum soon. From the feel of it, Agripus would to if she continued. She pulled back, his member coming from of her mouth and she stood up straight, smiling coyly at her husband.
“How does my husband want to take his wife this night?” she asked, eager for him to direct her.

Agripus smiled and grabbed Atia by the waist, pulling her close. They kissed passionately, their hands groping each other in excitement. Agripus led Atia out on to the balcony. He turned her and she faced the city, her body bared for all to behold, yet she cared not. She felt aroused, knowing that anyone up this late could see them if they looked close enough. She then felt her husband behind her and waited eagerly for what would come.

Agripus gripped her hips and pulled her butt to him. Atia, experienced with what he wanted, bent at the waist, bending over the railing so that her breasts hung free over the street below. She spread her legs and was greeted with his hands caressing the soft skin of her labias. She moaned as he rubbed her clitoris, teasing her expertly.

“Are you ready for your husband to enter you?” Agripus asked, though he knew the answer.

Atia looked back, biting her bottom lip and nodded, “Ready, eager and waiting.”

Agripus leaned forward and kissed her again, their tongues playing wildly as he moved into position. He angled the tip of himself up against her wet opening. He pushed forward and felt himself slide inside of her. She cried out loudly, her voice echoing through the sleeping streets of Rome.

“Deeper husband,” she cried, “Deeper.”

Agripus acknowledged and watched all his length and thickness enter into her tightness. He felt alive, engulfed in his wife’s body. The pleasure was immediate, and highly stimulating. He started moving, slowly at first and then picking up speed.

Atia came almost immediately; having already been close from before, the feeling of his cock opening her so wide was enough to push her over the edge. She cried out loudly again and caressed her own chest to stimulate herself further. She felt one of Agripus’ hands reach around her and start to massage her clitoris again.

Agripus felt Atia start to cum. Her pussy tightened around him and he could barely move. Her body shook and the wetness from between her legs increased. She cried, long and loud and shuddered, releasing what felt like gallons. Wetness spilled down his legs and her’s; making a puddle on the floor beneath them.

Her body continued to shake and Agripus had to hold back the feeling to have his own release inside of her. He pulled himself out and held on to her.

Leading Atia back inside, he sat on a cushioned recliner, Atia following. She sat on his lap facing him. As she sat, his manhood slid back up inside of her. She moaned again.

“Oh Agripus, you feel so good inside of me,” she whispered.

“I love to be inside of you, my love,” he whispered back.

Atia started moving her hips immediately, sliding up and down on him. She looked him in the eyes, holding his expression. She loved to watch his face every time ecstasy coursed through his groin. She loved watching him make love to her. He turned her into a maniac.

“I want your cum inside of me tonight, husband. Please?” she didn’t release it but she almost sounded like she was begging.

“I will release in you tonight, Atia. Anything for my wife,” he said, utter devotion and love behind his words.

Atia kissed him and started moving frantically. Her pace was so fast, that there bodies slapped together from time to time. He held her tightly, his moans growing louder and louder. He buried his head in her breasts, sucking fiercely on each nipple. Atia cried out when she felt that. She loved having her breasts touched and sucked.

She kept up the pace, even when she felt his body start to shake and his voice start to rise. Agripus fought to hold back the release of his orgasm. His cock trembled, sliding back and forth inside of his lovely wife, her breasts were in his mouth and her body trembled with his. He felt her shudder to and knew that he could hold out no longer. He grabbed her tighter, speed up his own thrusts so that there abdomens smacked loudly together and drove on, his orgasm seconds from releasing.

Atia moved her hips hard, her breath coming in pleasure filled gasps. She wanted him to cum so badly that it hurt.

Agripus, with the ferocity of there pace, could hold back no longer. The brilliant sensation of pleasure that he had been forcing back, released in a powerful explosion. Agripus growled as his penis twitched and then let loose inside of his wife.

Atia gasped as she felt the heat and power of his eruption. Cum emptied into her, filling her lower body with pleasure. They cling to each other, as Agripus continued to empty into her. Atia felt his seed seeping out of her. All she could do was rock her hips back and forth slowly, milking his trembling member for everything it had.

Agripus was silent for some time, holding his lovely wife. He didn’t both to pull free of her, instead opting revel in the feeling of her. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat from the rigorousness of their passion yet neither cared.

They stayed like that for some time.

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Agripus woke in the morning, the early rays of the sun spilling in from there open window. He was wrapped around Atia, her back and butt pressed against his front. They both lay in bed, having vacated the recliner sometime last night. She was deep in slumber, her breasts rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He caressed her shoulder and pushed the hair from her neck, kissing her neck and cheek gently.

He stood slowly, careful not to wake her. He walked to where his arms and armor were neatly cared for. He knelt before them, body in supplication.

“Oh gods of Olympus, Great Jupiter, Lady Diane, Madam Juno, hear my vow,” he began, his voice low, “I will not die in this campaign. I will live to see my wife again. I will live to die in old age with the woman that I have come to love more than my own existence. This I swear to you, gods of Olympus.”

He stayed kneeling, hoping that the gods would hear his vow and help him keep it. He would come back to her, no matter what


End

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