Heaven's Rain: Blood of the Heavens

BY : InfinitNei
Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers
Dragon prints: 1657
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail or the characters of it. They’re copyright of H.Mashima. I also don’t own Spartacus or the characters of it. This is strictly for entertainment purposes. I don’t make money from the writing of this story.

A Snake’s Bed


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“Jupiter.”

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It was in that moment his heart stopped beating, and with everything he had, he wished it had never started again. He watched the guard mouth the words ‘you are summoned’ while opening his cell gate as he silently prayed to every god in existence that the bars would seize and keep him from his fate.

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But as hesitant as he was, he was forced to follow; forced to approach the woman he had suffered the ultimate betrayal by. He supposed that the most frustrating part of the situation was that a better man would have shut up and done what was commanded of him. It wasn’t like she was a filthy whore-slave, alcohol on her rancid breath and a body undesirable by even the most inebriated. She was a beautiful woman with, well, certainly more status than he currently held. But he wasn’t a better man. He was a fierce and vengeful one who would just as soon see her pretty, innocent smile stricken from her face beneath his rage.

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The halls of the villa passed by slowly in an unfocused blur to him, and as long as the journey seemed to last, it didn’t last long enough. Soon, his numbed gaze had risen to where he approached the room he had visited that morning. He could understand why his domina had summoned him there for the taste she’d offered because, even then, it stirred inside him and saw his heart rate quicken just to hope that when the door opened before him, it was the slave girl who waited for him among the sheets. The hunger that filled him to consider such a fantasy made him realise that some things weighed heavier on a man’s chest than simply beauty and station.

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But his delusions shattered when the door was thrown open before him and he was escorted into the room ahead of the guard. So far, so good. He had yet to lay eyes on another, but he couldn’t help but offer a pleading glance over his shoulder as the guard reached forward and closed the door behind him to see his fate sealed.

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He quietly drew the backs of his fingers to his face and recalled the memory of a scent that could not have survived on his fingers through the labours of the day. Not to mention, moments before, he had been offered a second good scrubbing in preparation of handling delicate wares. He filled himself with the nervous and exhilarated whimpers of the woman beneath him that morning on the bed he currently approached. That was what true innocence looked like, felt like; not the feigned smile and artificial blush of the woman he’d expected. He laid his fingers against the sheets that had been straightened to hide the presence of him topping the anxious slave hours before. He would have given anything to be there to finish what he’d been permitted to start.

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“Nervous?” The angelic giggle made him want to heave. “Or have you forgotten what a bed looks like?”

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The sound of her breathy giggle used to comfort him, no longer. He quickly retracted his fingers from the bedding and shot his venomous gaze to where Cecilia whispered from the balcony in a sheer gown that did nothing to hide the fair golden curls of her mound through its airy material. She was a fair and angelic vision, but a vision he wanted far from treasured sight.

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“I suppose you haven’t bedded a woman since our last night together,” she cooed. “A night before… most unfortunate ‘accident’…” Upon passing the posts of the bed, her fingers gently reached to caress the translucent curtains that fluttered in the night’s breeze. “Are you afraid that you will not live up to my most lofty standards of you?”

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Cecilia moaned softly and retracted her whimsical touch to the silence overcoming the room. “Still you refuse to speak to me? Your lover?” There was a dangerous flash in Cecilia’s once gentle features as she approached him and took his jaw firmly in her hand. “Do you know what happens to a slave when they refuse to do as commanded?”

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Laxus winced when she stuck her thumbnail into the still healing brand on his upper abdomen, grinding his teeth to bear the pain and keep from striking her from his presence entirely. “I am not your fucking slave,” he snarled hoarsely.

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Cecilia was surprised to finally hear him speak. She let the triumph fill her until her pride was allowing her to plaster her confident smile on her beautiful rosy face as she gently stroked her fingers over the brand she’d just assaulted. “So cold,” she whispered breathlessly. “You have not changed a bit. Always so angry with no purpose. Is the world really such a vile place? Even before enslavement, you never could take the time to notice the beauty life holds. The beauty your hands could have held.” Laxus remained silent as the woman paced the room with a wry smile on her face. “Do you know why you have been summoned here, slave?”

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He narrowly managed to refrain from insinuating that it was to toss her over the balcony to her death in the dusty training grounds below. A fitting end to a desert serpent.

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“You are here to satisfy my needs, whatever they may be.” She filled with delighted laughter before fondling the bedside curtains once more. She held the sheer material to her face like a veil and giggled behind it. “To think, Laxus Ovidius Decius, sold as a slave, bought as a gladiator for my dear friend Amena.” Cecilia gently flashed him a seductive glower and traced her fingers between full breasts. “Fate works in mysterious ways, Legatus.”

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The act forced his comprehension to flicker between the world before his eyes and the one in his dreams. The night he’d dreamt of Neirah coming to him, she’d offered a similar gesture between engorged breasts that looked like a shadow in comparison to the milky curves of the woman in white lace before him. He compared them at great length, opposite in every way except the way their blue eyes shone for him, a pure chamomile demon, a shadowy bronzed angel.

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“Your grandfather thinks you are dead,” Cecilia informed him. She watched victoriously as his gaze snapped back to attention. “Do you not think he will be delighted to hear that you have survived?”

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Laxus’ gaze narrowed on her aggressively. “You gave your word to remain silent upon your return to Rome,” he thundered edgily. “If that vow has already been broken, consider me a eunuch. You’d likely get more use out of one of them.”

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“Ah, so you were informed of this meeting before it came to pass. I suspected such.” Marianna giggled like a child and flashed him a vindictive flutter of her lashes. “Amena never was any good at keeping secrets, especially from her pretty little pet. But do not fret, I have yet to send word. As promised.”

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His fists clenched at his side as he considered the balcony option. “You know he would only see that the job was properly finished. It would fail to benefit you any at this point.”

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“Oh? I cannot be sure. He was devastated to lose you, blaming himself for your… misguidance.” Amena snickered villainously to the cock of one shaped brow as she watched his body tighten before her. “You wish to strike me?” She smiled at her own games. “Then do it and see fate sealed. Is it really so bad to consider a life by my side from where you stand? Would you truly rather fade away among the dogs of the underworld?”

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“I would unclasp the leashes myself and offer flesh for devouring…” Laxus hissed sinisterly.

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“How cruel. Although I anticipate a good devouring this evening,” she mewled innocently. “And here I was going to see to your freedom. I believe that I have the means to fulfil my desires this time.”

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“Fucking bitch!” He snapped bitterly. “You threaten to manoeuvre beyond your station and here stand the fucking results! What emptiness fills your head to attempt a repeated offence?!”

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“Perhaps I should purchase you then and see you to my house for service?”

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With a loss of his control, he stepped into her conceited air and wrapped his hand around her throat to feel her racing pulse beating frantically beneath his palm. “I would see my life surrendered in the arena before I would bow to the likes of you!” He tightened his grip around the feeling of her muted whimpers, teasing himself with the indelicate handling of fleeting breaths. A little stronger, a little tighter, and she would be nothing but a lifeless mass on the floor beneath him. Just like Otho.

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“Unhand me, slave!” She commanded shakily.

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It took everything he had, but he managed to release his hold on her and count his blessings that there were no witnesses. As badly as he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to surrender what remained of his life, for her least of all. No matter how sweet the thought of revenge on her was, something remained sweeter. He paced a couple of steps as she caught her breath, raking his fingers through the hair that was getting too long for him to tolerate.

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“You forget your place,” she cautioned him brutally. “You no longer tower above me. I look down upon you!”

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Laxus swung to face her impatiently as he rumbled his fierce warning. “And even still, your will falls empty when considering the betrayal of those around you.” The right side of his face quirked into a disgusted grimace. “Even a power-hungry witch like you must comprehend the worth of the body slave Domina keeps at her side.”

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“What of her?” Cecilia almost hissed.

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“I have bent her ear to my will,” he informed her fervently. “Betray your bargain with my masters and see them promptly informed by trusted council. They will see me beyond your reach for your betrayal. One that I most certainly will see them informed is not your first.”

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Cecilia paused to absorb his demands. She certainly hadn’t expected her dear friend to take so kindly to the brooding mass before her. It strained her purpose. “I should have known better than to mock a man of your intelligence before seeing myself satisfied. You may be a slave now, but one of fine breeding.”

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She had been foolish enough to turn her back on him so he saw himself firmly pressed against her reverse. “I am not new to games of strategy,” he growled against her ear. She had swooned conspicuously enough that he assumed his distraction had worked and she saw the rumble as his interest. “Especially when tipped scale sees my life in the balance.”

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“I should hold your life in my hands by the end,” she whispered. Her head tipped to one side against his lips. She ignored the look of disgust on his face as she snuggled into his firm figure, anxious to have his arms around her. “I would use this night to spur intent. Nothing satisfies me like the cock of a fierce and thorough lover.”

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“If you would recall outside of sick fantasy, I was never the like.” Before she could lay her lips on his, Laxus gave her an unkind shove that saw her face first onto the bed and ignored the excited giggles to fill her upon her fumble. Before she had a chance to turn around, he gave her hips a stern tug to see them to the edge of the bed where he could access her without having to face the woman. “But see fucking legs spread to purpose and find it this night so that I would not be forced to look upon you another fucking moment.”

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Cecilia gave an eccentrically enthused moan. “You have developed into such a hard man since becoming a slave,” she teased. “But know that it will matter not. You will not last in a place like this, not my Legatus.” She sighed to the feeling of hard fingertips clutching her haunches. “Soon you will beg me for your release.”

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It was hard for the man to quiet his thoughts and fill them with purpose when the woman he resented so badly was still chattering beneath him. He drove her face into the bedding with one palm while the other desperately tried to get his cock to stand to the task. “I would just as soon die a fucking slave than owe you any weight of debt.”

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Cecilia arched her lean backside towards his hips eagerly as she smoothed tense fingers over the covers she prepared to clench. “Animal,” she whispered hoarsely. “What have they done to you?”

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He hated her musical, mocking tone that she used to condescend him. She had him by the balls, all too literally. Every day he drew breath, he would have to see that her words didn’t fall on his grandfather’s ears. There was no guarantee of what would become of him after that. His only option for survival was to serve his masters and see that he earned their defence until Cecilia had been silenced or grown tired of the chase; at the very least until she returned to Rome. If it wouldn’t end his life before he had a chance to reap the benefits of suffering her company, he would have considered making a trip over the balcony look like an accident.

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But there was no doubt that she would be scheming her way into circles now that he had promised her he’d put up a fight. Amena might not have been as cherished a comrade as she believed. There was really only one thing left for him to do, and that was to bend to her will as a slave. The thought made him sick as he bunched her gown up around her hips and slammed two fingers into her drenched entrance to buy himself time. She had been thinking of their union long before he was delivered to her. So long as she thought she could use Amena’s leash to control him, she would come back for more. It empowered her. It made her hot.

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He had finally managed to silence her condescension with the swift pump of his fingers. If he had to guess by the acceleration of her whines, she hadn’t seen fit to take another into her bed since she’d laid with him either. She was incomprehensibly sensitive to his touch, especially one so coarse. She had always liked it rough, from what he recalled. Quite the opposite of his gentle target.

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He allowed himself to fill with thoughts of the woman waiting to be held by him upon his success that night, it was the only thing that strengthened him to the stench of his target’s arousal. He remembered the look of terror and sheer humiliation on her face, the tremor in her skin as it scurried beneath his touch. Whereas the whore beneath him sought to unleash the animal they played him up to be, Neirah promised to preserve what remained human of him. To touch her, to please her, and her master, his hands would have to remember the sensations of gently cherishing the presence against rough fingertips. It made him all the more eager to take out his frustrations on the woman spread wide before him and see his appetite for aggression sated. In doing so, he might have been capable of showing the woman he was growing to care for the kindness she was owed after the night she’d come to see his pain alleviated.

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“Useless beast, give me your cock!” Cecilia demanded passionately. “I would not have moved the heaven’s above to spread my thighs for fingers I could have received from doting host!”

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Without a word of warning, he slammed his hips up against her backside, the engulfing of his thick shaft inside her thirsty walls sudden and thorough enough to chase a surprised wail from her throat. He hissed a sharp breath before raising one hand to her shoulder and jerking her weight back on his thrusts. “Apologies,” he patronised sardonically. “I had to fill my thoughts with another just to see cock stand to the task.”

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Cecilia squealed to the pressure of his sneer before throwing her head back and bouncing her hips into the fierceness of his thrusts. “Monster!” She screeched ardently. “You filthy fucking animal!”

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“And you want to see me so desperately into your bed,” he hissed between panting breaths. He showed her tremoring core no mercy as she screamed her pleasure to the night around them. “If I am to be forced inside you, I would see you broken in response.” The last thing he wanted was a repeated offence.

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“I would see it well received,” she cried hungrily. “You have always been a marvel. My infatuation with you has surpassed capacity to recall when it began. Admit that you would finally rather join with me than suffer given fate.”

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“Begging?” Laxus claimed a fistful of her white-gold hair and jerked her back into his hard chest to force her furious yelp. But her cheeks coloured amorously for the display of passion, even if she refused to admit that the passion was only concealed loathing. “I would see my own cock from balls before it was used to commit further offence to the fucking senses,” he breathed sinisterly against her temple. His drive remained fierce, but he would have given anything to be able to finish and end their union. “The only thing that keeps me hard inside you is the thought of another in your place.” His whisper was ragged and heady as he filled his thoughts vindictively with the presence of the slave girl he coveted. “To think that a proper Roman woman with the appeal of purity incarnate could be so fucking tainted with evil. I might never forgive myself for falling for your deception.”

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“I did not deceive!” She fought back frantically. “I loved a man beyond my station who refused to spare me a kind glance! I was pushed to extremes!”

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“You loved my fucking name,” he hissed. “Repeat it in your head while I repeat that of another to see me finish inside the cunt of a seedy whore.”

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Cecilia screeched her reluctant delight and threw her head back into his chest. “So cruel!”

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“Like the siren who sees men to their doom after just one night? Fucking bitch.” He shoved her back onto all fours and sank abusive fingertips into her hips to see them meet every thrust with the utmost hostility. He closed his eyes and hunched over her body, desperate to keep his perspiration from stinging dry eyes. “I swear to you one day you will get what you deserve. You will look upon the face I obscure yours with and you will beg her to forgive you for the way you treated the man she holds in your place.”

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Cecilia cringed to think that he was being truthful. At first, she was unsure, empty words to provoke her envy. But the way he spoke of another made her believe that she was being replaced in his thoughts. “You have fallen for a woman in such a short time?” She demanded frantically. “You mean to tell me you desire a fucking slave over a proper Roman woman after all those years of turning eye from me for my lack of political worth?!”

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Laxus brought her down hard on his cock to see her defiant struggle detoured. “I would crave my own palm before a woman like you,” he sneered in elevated stress. He didn’t confirm or deny her suspicion; it was either a slave or Amena. Neither would sit well with Cecilia. He heaved a hoarse breath and tried to make coherent thoughts while focusing on abusing the quivering walls of the cunt growing raw against his aggression. “A woman with tender fingers in place of your claws, satin skin in place of your scales, a soft, timid tongue in place of your fucking fangs.” He slammed her face into the bedding and hunched over her body between bucks so that he could keep his malicious scorn close to her ear. “And a tight virgin cunt that tremors modestly to admit that it craves my cock.” 

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Cecilia struggled beneath him, trying to see him from inside her but he kept her pinned by a showing of impressive strength and a broad, determined stature to see himself to completion inside her to the thought of another’s body. “And when I finally get her in my arms, I will give her everything that you always wanted, what she could never bring herself to beg for.”

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“Guar-!”

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He wrapped his hand tightly over her mouth to stifle her cries so that her watch simply thought she was moaning for more like Cecilia was known to do. “Scream all you want, but her vision is already in my head. Feel my cock strengthen inside you every time I envision her modest glow succumbing to my passion.” His chest tightened, his body shuddering with the guilt of his own desires. Every pump saw Neirah’s gently weeping cries fill his ears as she clung to him and begged him to be gentle. He could see it, feel it; he could taste her. “Play games all you want, but even if you succeeded in scheming your way into my house, every night I was forced inside you, I would beg her name to take every stroke.”

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Cecilia’s body was weakening with every orgasm ripping through her groin. Despite her fury, she had never been more aroused by the man-gone-rogue and pounding into her delicate body like a beast. In the end, all it did was make her want him more.

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“Shit,” he hissed under the catch in his breath. His heart was racing beyond comprehension as he filled his ears with the sweet moans of the woman he’d win upon seeing Cecilia’s appetite for him sated. ‘Neirah.’ He considered the name carefully. ‘The little slave girl… to steal fucking heart…’

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His body was already tense, but it shuddered dangerously tightly to the point that he feared his muscles would rupture with the pressure of seeing his release from his body deep inside the woman that he forced upon every steady pump. Cecilia started to fuss beneath him but he refused to free her. “Take it,” he threatened spitefully. “This is what you fucking wanted. I hope withholding it sees you reminded that it belongs to another.” As his spent member slipped from her body, he quickly reached around her front and forced three thick fingers into her stretched channel to bury them to the knuckle until they met the entry to her womb. He ground coarse fingertips against the sensitive flesh and triumphantly watched the unbearably pleasured woman convulse in his arms. “If you want to play games, I give you the next move. But know that no matter what end you scheme towards, I will always fill you with my hunger for her.”

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Cecilia was left in a trembling mess on the tousled sheets of the bed that was made for their exchange. The brute hadn’t even seen her naked, or beneath the sheets. He had ravaged her like she was a bitch in heat and spread for the mightiest cock in the pack. She felt dirty, used, like an animal meant for breeding. She despised it.

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She didn’t bother to look at him as he redressed, or even move to watch him approach the door to the room. She was livid and let her hatred fester inside her productively as the shuddering walls of her core leaked his release over already soaked thighs. It took more effort than she was willing to expel in her exhausted and well-abused state as she slowly straightened the mess she’d become and set her mind to her purpose. One guard escorted Laxus back to the ludus, but before the other could follow, she summoned him to her hoarse demand. “Guard,” she demanded impatiently. “Find Domina’s body slave… and see her summoned to me at once…”

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“Neirah? Neirah?”

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The distracted woman turned her head to face where she was joined by Sura and she quickly moved to sweep her tears from her face. “A-apologies, I did not hear you join present company.”

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Sura’s kind brown eyes warmed as she moved towards the woman and gently shut the door behind her. “You tremble,” she whispered worrisomely. “What seizes you?”

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Neirah couldn’t help but blink more tears from eyes that had refused to dry since her meeting with Laxus that morning. “Domina has promised me to a gladiator.” She bowed her head shamefully. “Under current circumstances, she would see my preserved virtue bartered with.”

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Sura gently shook her head, her lips parted and brow creased with disdain. “And that is what keeps you from performing as commanded?” Sura took Neirah’s hands in hers and squeezed them, but her grip was more aggressive than reassuring. “If only we could all be so lucky.”

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“How could you say such things?!” Neirah whimpered hastily in command. “I would never wish this indecision upon another!”

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“But it would be forced upon us regardless!” Sura struggled back. “The walls of this house may be somewhat kind to me now, but before my sale to the Syrian, men were forced upon me for the weight of my husband’s crimes. Not one, tens.” Neirah’s gaze trembled as she watched Sura’s eyes fill with fear and tears of a shattered spirit. “I was forced to take them all until screams of denial made my voice hoarse and my eyes burned dry of tears, the only thought to keep me from closing them forever the promise that my husband might be returned to me after all that I was forced to endure.”

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 “Apologies. I- I did not know you were forced from a husband’s side,” Neirah whimpered sadly. “What became of him? Was he purchased by another? I am sure if we broach the subject with Domina-”

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Sura snorted dismissively and turned away. “If I could have been so lucky,” she whispered helplessly. “He was seized for unwarranted claims of crimes against Rome… He was put to execution before I ever laid eyes on him again. My suffering saw me with nothing but wounded memory trying to cling to his life as it was taken from me.”

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“Sura, I could not have known…”

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“Of course, you could not have,” the woman almost hissed. “You think of only yourself.”

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Neirah’s heart broke a little more as she watched Sura rush away. She certainly had not anticipated such a tragic story from the silent brunette, but since learning it, she had come to understand why Sura was always so sad. She didn’t want to admit the truth of Sura’s words, but she truly did feel petty for being so concerned. It was true, Domina only gave her to Jupiter. She didn’t whore her out to the entire ludus or anything so cruel. She couldn’t help but feel inconsiderate.

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“Neirah, Lady Cecilia summons you.”

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Neirah’s heart dropped into her stomach and churned among its acids when the command came from the guard to approach her. One of two equally as devastating possibilities had come to pass. Either Cecilia had discovered that Laxus harboured a desire to be with her, or she would join their company to figure out that Cecilia was dead.

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She rushed to Cecilia’s guest room as swiftly as possible, her stomach lurching in threat of spilling a meagre supper the entire way. To be presented with either of the ultimatums she considered was devastating and she didn’t know how she would react to either. When she entered the room to see Cecilia casually sitting among her sheets, she was instantly relieved and terrified all at once, a response she could not have avoided.

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“You hesitate?” Cecilia crooned angelically. She offered the timid slave woman a reassuring smile and extended her hand. “Come closer, Petal. Come sit with me.”

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Cecilia seemed too at peace for Neirah to give merit to her suspicions, but she was still apprehensive as she approached on command. She took a gentle seat next to Cecilia on the bedside and before she could question her summon, Cecilia’s lips were devouring hers in a fierce and distracting kiss. She was alarmed at first, but without a defence. So long as it was commanded of her, she was to obey; and she did. Her tongue mingled with hers the entire time Cecilia’s fingers were stroking her own tender, labia and drawing Jupiter’s seed from within her wounded channel. Then, Cecilia tore abruptly from the kiss, roughly shot one of her glossy fingers beneath Neirah’s robes and past her hymen into a virgin cunt.

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There was venom and dark promise underlying the bittersweet whisper that Cecilia offered Neirah’s sensitive ear as she swirled Jupiter’s release shallowly inside the girl. “This… is for you.”

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Neirah’s gaze widened in horror over Cecilia’s shoulder as she was suspected to be somehow attached to Laxus. It was possible she had discovered Amena’s bargain with the man. If that was true, there was no doubt in her mind that Cecilia was furious. She could feel it in the sharp pain of her woman swiftly jerking her fingers from inside her body. Before she knew it, their lips were crushed together once more, only to be interrupted when Cecilia drew her second set of fingers from her mound and saw them thrust behind Neirah’s lips, drenched in the same salted taste of sweat and sex.

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Cecilia smiled tenderly at the soft gagging noises forced from her guest as she reached her cum-coated fingertips down the poor girl’s throat. “I will be keeping an eye on your preservation these days to come, Petal. Spread your thighs for my fiancé and see yourself split from cunt to nose,” she threatened with a soft giggle. “Am I understood?”

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Neirah didn’t hesitate. As soon as she stopped choking for breath, she nodded her head in agreement. “Yes, Domina.”

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“Good,” Cecilia sang. “Now from my sight, slave.”

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Neirah scampered out of the room with frantic tears in her eyes. The entire world seemed to be against her that day. Ever since Marianus had arrived, she and her domina faced suffering betrayal from all those they once cherished. She couldn’t shake any more fiercely, but somehow, she found a way to make her trembling steps race beneath her.

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Laxus gently smoothed the material of his bloodied bandages over his palm, stroking it with a calm, sedated affection. He didn’t care about the condition of the rag, or how badly it reeked of his suffering. It was the sentiment behind it that warmed him when he felt torn from his own body and left to dissipate into nothingness for disgust over his actions.

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“A child of yours?” Bixslow crooned curiously from alongside him.

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Laxus didn’t adjust his gaze as his soft words met the demon’s ears. “A gift of kindness,” he murmured gently. He ignored the discussion this struck up between Bixslow and his helmets at Laxus’ expense because as much as he tolerated the company, he’d just wanted to be alone.

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He couldn’t bring himself to comprehend his weakness, how he’d fallen right into the snake’s trap. Self-loathing made his body ache with tension. He wished he could escape his own thoughts, see his memories erased. All he wanted was vengeance for the crimes committed against a woman deserving far more than his wretched father had ever offered her. From there, his entire world had crumbled around him. It was a steep price for justice… He had truly been forsaken.

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Amena might have been fair to him, but she still saw him as a slave, someone to be manipulated to her purpose. Even though she claimed to carry Neirah, her beloved body slave, in the highest of regard, she still offered her body as a gift for his cooperation. He was forced to lay with Cecilia by her hand. The only one who had been tender with him was the slave girl loyal to her domina; loyal to him.

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It was strange to consider when he lingered on thoughts of a privileged past. He never thought he could be so captivated by such a simple sentiment, warmed toward lusting for a kindness. He supposed that when one was stripped of something so common for so long, the results were as such. It seemed that he hadn’t received kindness since last his mother kissed his brow goodnight. He could not believe in an afterlife where past eyes were upon him, if he did, he would lose all hope knowing that she could see what he’d become; disgusted at the sight of the monster born of circumstance.

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He was panic-stricken with alarm when the clamour of the front gates opening had his heart in his throat. It was incredibly late for anyone to be visiting the ludus and it occurred to him that if it wasn’t Cecilia out for revenge, it was Amena furious with the way he’d conducted himself or worse, Marianus. With swift, trembling fingers, he tried desperately to rebury the gauze dressings that he’d come to cherish. He was so hysterical that he hadn’t noticed the approach of the woman until he’d heard the key shoved into the lock of his cell and the gate flying open to the side.

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He clamoured to his feet, desperate to articulate a defence as to why he had bandages buried in the corner of his cell, but he was instantly silenced by the crack of her open palm against his cheek.

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“What did you tell Cecilia!?” Neirah demanded through a trembling shower of tears. It took him a while to comprehend that it was her, and by then, the second strike had assaulted his face to the sounds of her gentle cry. “Fool! You thoughtless, brooding waste of bre-”

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Neirah’s speech was inhaled from her own mouth and stolen by his as he hoisted her against him by her haunches and backed her into the dark corner of his cell farthest from prying eyes. She squirmed and beat at his chest but she couldn’t stop crying. Even if Bixslow would just as soon rearrange his heads than spy, he liked the idea of some privacy.

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He narrowly retracted his tongue from the taste of tears on her lips, keeping eyes sealed tight and his relieved expression braced brow-to-brow. “Mistrusted gods have heard my prayers this night,” Laxus breathed huskily against her lips. “At last, a remedy for the poison circulating through my veins as injected by the serpent herself.”

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“You brute,” she chided faintly. She wanted to hate him, be furious with his misstep, but she still clutched his face between her hands and returned every frantic kiss. “Cecilia assaulted me when you returned to the ludus.”

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“I will strip fucking flesh from bone,” he snarled between ragged breaths.

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“You do not understand!” Her demands were fretful as she clamoured helplessly for escape from him. “She thinks that I covet you and threatens to see me destroyed.”

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“Do you not?”

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Neirah swatted him with frantic impatience. “There is no time for these games of yours! Marianus has forbidden me from visiting the ludus! If I am discovered by the wrong set of eyes-”

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“I have no set,” he assured her gruffly. He looked back at her with a helplessly weak expression begging a moment for her time and attention. He raised his fingers to her cheeks and tenderly smoothed the tear streaks from the satin swell upon studying it.

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“Release me,” she ordered weakly. But even as she fought to deny him, she could not keep her glassy, weighted gaze from his.

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“You have only your master to blame for this,” he cautioned her huskily. “If nothing else, will remained iron upon stepping through these gates. Your tenderness shown weakened it but this morning has seen entirety devastated.”

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Neirah gently shook her head, more tears bubbling over the tattoos just beneath her eyes. “I have come with a purpose.”

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“I have never cared less,” he cautioned her impishly. “If that purpose is not to resuscitate with the taste of your lips then it is of no fucking worth to me.”

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With all the olive-skinned dancer had, she thrust her dainty hands against his shoulder joints and pressed, receiving meek results for the display of effort. “Please release me,” she begged a second time. “I fear you mistake intent. My Domina reveals reason to force me upon you.”

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“Force upon?” His brow creased with confusion as he slowly shook his bewilderment. “Why do you fear my embrace? Who has wronged you so abrasively that you hide from my touch? Give names and see them stricken from the pages of history like the fucking Gaul.”

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“I do not hide from your touch!”

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Laxus drew one hand up to her face, his gaze weighted with frustration as he watched his fingers tremble for the restraint that saw them gentle upon her skin. His gaze wandered as he lightly swept auburn kinks from where they framed her face. “Then why do you tremble so violently? What do I do wrong?”

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“Nothing…” Neirah breathed out timidly. “The fear that makes my body tremble is the fear of holding you to heart when I know you are short for its embrace. It is a fear of holding you to heart at all. My body deceives. I cannot be swayed to fall like so many other women beneath the hands of a man.”

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“I will not fall in the arena.”

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“But you would see yourself to Rome and out of my reach!”

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“I told you, there is no hope fo-”

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“There is hope!” Neirah defended weakly. “I have seen words given on your behalf. I assured Domina that you were homesick and wished to perform glories upon the sands of a Roman arena to atone for your sins!”

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“What-!?”

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“Domina will see you to Roman grounds! Marianus already sees to preparations, all that is left is to convince Vitus; something loving daughter attests to on your behalf!”

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Laxus could barely breathe, his chest was so tight with the swell of affection for her devotion. Even if he knew there was little hope for his original plans, he couldn’t help but feel the warmth of it calling to him. “You torment me then,” he rumbled bleakly. “You conspire to see me from loving Domina’s offer.”

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“A kindness when you pause to consider current company beneath her roof,” she assured. “This place seeks to force you to betray a little more of yourself each day. Do not see me fall with you into insanity.”

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“I would relish in the loss of comprehension to follow,” he demanded in accelerated tone. “Here, Rome, it does not matter. If I find myself miraculously back to station, I will have all I need to convert your services to my own house. You forget that you remain a slave, albeit one with a kind-hearted master.” 

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“If you retain any of your senses you would not see me from her side,” she whimpered tearfully. “If you shared so much as a thread of her kindness, you would not be so cruel.”

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“If I reclaim station above you, my ability to remain kind is irrelevant.”

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“Then I suggest growing accustomed to empty eyes void of purpose,” she prattled out sternly. “You cannot fall from the heaven’s one day and bend the world to your will. You are not a god!” She flinched with the look of utter defeat staining his features, his laboured breathing softening as the silence extended between them. “I… apologies… Jupiter, I-”

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“Beautiful little fool…” He hissed his words softly against her lips just before crushing them beneath his slow, fiery passion. He paused a moment to see his brow returned to firmly braced against her own. “It was not my intent, to see you harmed…”

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“But you did,” she whispered. “And should you lay with me upon the closing of the Syrian games as promised, Cecilia will know and see that I am punished.” Neirah whimpered weakly to the sound of his bitter curse. “Now release me before I am discovered. I have divulged in what I have come to reveal to you.” Her throat ached against her dry swallow as he quickly shook his head to deny her freedom.

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Laxus sank his thumb beneath the coarse fabric wrapped around his hips and tugged the side-bind until it freed and fell between them. “Lift your skirt,” he demanded huskily.

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“W-towards what purpose?!” Neirah whispered in alarm.

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He laid his lips on her neck, keeping her firmly beneath his body against the wall no matter how she struggled. “I would feel your heat against me.”

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She moved to refer to him as she was commanded, but after swift consideration, she concluded that his true name might hold more weight as she begged him. “Laxus we-”

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He closed his eyes as he covered her mouth with a heavy palm, letting the sound of his name resonate in his ears but go no further. “Not here,” he murmured. “Lift your skirt.”

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Neirah trembled as his stern growl warned her that if she didn’t start obeying his command, he would become less kind in his indulgence. Her fingers gently pulled at the weight of her robes until she could feel the heat of his abdomen between her thighs as she remained suspended against the wall. Soon after, she felt the gentle grind of his erection rocking against her damp slit. “You overstep,” she cautioned him timidly. “If Domina finds out. If Cecilia-”

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He gently tangled one set of fingers in her hair to hold her beneath a hungry and immodest kiss, tongues barely concealed by lips as he quenched his thirst for the taste of her innocence. “Speak that name again and see promised kindness turned to rage,” he whispered airily. He brought to mind the presence of intoxication as he watched her draw breath, stare vacantly back at him with genuine virtue. “See tongue better occupied for the moment, and forget such things as I struggle to do the same.”

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“You are making this difficult for me to bear,” Neirah whined conflictedly. “I cannot be yours.”

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“The mark, on your ankle. Where did you come by it?”

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“Your thoughts are a mess! If it is not one thing, it is another. Take hold of your senses before you lose them entirely!”

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“I want to know more about the woman whose body haunts my dreams when I close my eyes,” he muttered in soft admittance. “I noticed it as you fled me nights prior. Is it a mark of your previous house?”

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“I have never met a man to notice a woman’s feet while naked body was presented.”

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Laxus gently fondled her toes beneath sandal straps where her legs were wrapped around his lower back. “I would beg to notice more if you let me.”

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“Are you courting me!?” She did her best to conceal her amusement as her cheeks coloured and voice raised in panic.

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“Perhaps…”

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“Laxus-”

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He quickly covered her face again. “Not here,” he reminded her sternly. “Tell me of the mark.”

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Neirah shook her head, unable to believe that he could notice something so insignificant on a slave. “It is shared,” she started quietly.

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“By your brother.”

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She could feel her temperature rising, her breathing hastening with arousal as she was made to feel significant in the arms of a man. “I- yes…” She bit her lip to keep from moaning with the erotic grind of his hips against a stimulated clitoris. “When we were young, he stole the ink from our first master and marked us alike in case we were ever separated. I was so small. He did it so that… that if he should lose track of me, he could show his mark and ask if anyone had seen another slave bearing the same one.”

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“Your existence fascinates me…”

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Neirah whined and threw her head back, her vision hazy as she felt his burning palm slip over her haunches and tighten against a fistful of her soft hindquarters. She was panting, perspiring, her arousal uncontainable and new. All he had to do was lower the searing pump of his rigid shaft an inch or two and the slow stroke would see the tender head of his manhood inside her; she would know the pleasures of being with a man. The thought threatened to overwhelm her. “I must return or risk discovery,” she begged gently. She prayed that he was stronger than she or she was sure that they would be discovered the next morning in each other’s rebellious arms.

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“I would erase the memories of that Roman bitch around me before I rest my head tonight,” he assured her quietly. “To think, I can spend half a day pumping hips and seeing forced arousal thrust between her thighs and still not find release.” He touched his lips to her hair before seeing his senses filled with her presence. “But all I need to see me to completion is the thought of your touch.”

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“You do not know it…” Neirah gently cupped his face and drew his sated gaze to hers. “My touch is clumsy when handling men.”

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“It is perfect,” he breathed heavily. Tender, devoted, innocent. “See it upon me and my words attested to. Think of no other experience, forget the whisper of others when circumstance relates. They all pale in comparison and I would not see you act as anything but what you are.” He closed his eyes and lingered close to her, studying the way her breath filled shuddering lungs. “See your tenderness upon me and heal damage inflicted this night.”

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“I am not so divine,” she mewled hesitantly.

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“If I were to beg it of you, would you facilitate me?” A small smile stole his desperate expression as she slowly shook her head with sheepish defiance. “The gods offered no better. The divine is not what I seek.”

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With heartache as her guide, she couldn’t help but pity his circumstance. As such, Neirah’s fingers trembled as she reached to him and gently swept her fingers back through his hair. In her experience, men were far more aggressive in nature and required a firmer hand, or at least that was what she was led to believe. But it seemed that the kinder she was with him, the more he became liquid in her hands. Like earlier that morning, she used the hitches in his breath and the way he groaned his approval to see his needs facilitated.

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“Take hold of me,” he groaned. This time though, there was less aggression and more desperation in his command.

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She obeyed and saw her small hand around the base of his shaft, to which he still revealed an easy two-thirds of an unseized phallus. She didn’t know what she expected when presented with such a monumental difference in stature. He was a beast among men, she a mousy woman. She could easily admit that half of her fear of the man was for his size, something she was almost certain that she could never accommodate without breaking.

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He groaned with the velvet pressure clutching him and tried to remain focused. There was a gentle hesitancy in her touch. She was nervous, so innocently sweet that it sickened him. He had never wanted to be the taint to spread across another’s skin so feverishly before. “Now spread legs.”

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“But I-”

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“I would not let you fall.”

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Neirah was breathless and uncertain, but mainly, the ache in her chest with her growing affection for the man against her was stealing her clumsy words with a dry ache. It was the way he’d said it like it carried a dual purpose. She took a deep breath and slowly unclenched her thighs around his hips, and as he promised, his fingers on her backside only tightened and clutched her more defensively against his chest. The loosening of her grip allowed for his access to her soft mound, which he teased with his thumb as he slipped the side of his flattened fingers against her soft folds, cradling her swollen clit in the webbed crook of his lateral hand. She caught her breath as he smoothed his fingers over her moist slit and kneaded her budding clit with a determined pressure. It forced a gentle whine to escape that he was concealing with his tender kiss.

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“Focus your desire on my cock and seeing it spent,” he commanded.

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She obeyed like any slave would, and in place of every hungry moan, her strokes along his shaft became swifter, tighter. “One day,” she mewled headily. “One day I will feel you inside me…”

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“Now who surrenders their sense?”

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Her cheeks coloured for such a bold admittance. She was so taken by his show of affection the past few times that they’d met that she couldn’t focus on her doubts. Suddenly his stature didn’t intimidate her as much as she trusted his experience where she lacked the taste. She was hypnotised by her own charm when she considered the way his heart had weakened to her in such a short time. As his slave, his lover, it didn’t matter to her anymore. Nothing mattered but the way she was made to feel beautiful in his arms. “I feel it was stolen. Despite the knowledge of the absurdity leaking from behind my lips, I cannot stop embracing fantasy.”

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“Not here,” he whispered faintly. “Never in a place like this… You deserve better.” The increasing pressure and comforting warmth of her bending to his will were making his body ache with the pressure of his release boiling inside the pit of his stomach. “Whatever comes of this week, I will survive it.”

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Neirah snapped her teeth together and ground against the stroke of his finger against her, her whimpers uncontainable as his thumb smoothed her desire over the rosy bundle of nerves she needed to have stimulated to see her to orgasm.

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“And no barrier will remain between us.”

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“Laxus…”

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He closed his eyes and pressed his brow more passionately to hers, no matter how desperately he wanted to stop her, he couldn’t bring himself to muffle the sweet words to escape her lips against his. “You are a treasure… If only you had been born into elevated circumstance… You would never have to have suffered-” No, that wasn’t true. His mother had been born into a prominent family and her life was taken for the life she had given him. He quickly adjusted his sentiment to banish the painful memories. “Where I could protect you… See you provided for…”

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He winced and quickly drove his lips against hers to stifle her moans of release, fearing that if he released his hold on her hindquarters, she’d fall from his embrace. She loved it when she was subjected to sweet words and promises, he could feel it in her body’s response to his touch. In the moment her orgasm exploded inside her abdomen, her trembling pump on his shaft sought to manually milk the seed from his cock, and it did. He withdrew his hand from her shuddering body and pressed tightly against her as he spilt his release into the bunched fabric of her robes.

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Their panting breaths met as their gazes lingered on one another passionately, both spent and elated by each other’s company. He gently smeared her tears from her flushed cheeks and tried to ignore the tightening of his chest for his effort. “One day, I will see you to a soft bed in my arms… I will know the pleasures that are your body.”

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“Do not make such promises,” she gently scolded. She stood on her own, wobbly, two feet again and quickly smoothed her dampened robes over her hips. “I would take just as much comfort for knowing you found your way home and redeemed for crimes believed to be committed.”

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“I would take you with me.”

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“I could not go,” she assured him in a heartbroken whine. “I am not your slave. Such comforts are beyond my reach.”

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“I already announced that I would purchase you from this house.”

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“To what end?” Neirah mewled grimly. “Even if Domina would allow my sale, would you be so cruel to make me watch you take a wife? Knowing that as much as you enjoy my touch, I will never equal your station.” She turned her gaze away from his as she watched his thoughts run wild with the creasing of the lines in his face. “I have accepted my fate, not yours. Now please, take rest… I know what awaits you in the morning. It is why I came with the promise of a visit to Roman soil.”

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“It is not nearly worth the comfort of the voice to give it.”

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She took pause near his gate as he redressed. “Have you considered your grandfather’s assault?”

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“Every moment of every day…” He stared bleakly into the sand beneath him as he tied the cloth around his hips. “If I am to have any hope of return, he cannot draw breath. He speaks above my station and has condemned my actions. I am sure the snake already sends word to Rome behind your master’s back.”

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Neirah’s brow furrowed with disdain as she turned from him with a heavy heart. “What if the snake were to be silenced?”

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His gaze widened with bemusement to hear her speak so venomously. He honestly had not believed the meek creature capable. “What do you speak of?” He muttered in alarm upon rushing to her side. “I already expressed that I will see no harm come to you from this.”

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“And I gave my word to aid you,” she refuted. She lowered her voice to an inaudible whisper. “It lifts the heart to see spirit return to a man once thought to be numb to this world. I would not sit here and watch you fade to a lost cause. I will see you from this place.”

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“If you are not by my side, I will be lost the same.”

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“It is late and your tongue has a tendency to weaken at such a time. Do not speak as though you lose heart.” She whispered her words against his lips and then offered a gentle peck upon parting. “If I am discovered, it will not matter. I cannot return to you.”

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He reached through the bars of his gate as she locked it behind her and fondled the roots of her hair. “Then my heart would cease to beat until it is summoned to see debt for my actions repaid in flesh.”

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Neirah took his hand in hers and lowered it from her head. “See gentle touch forgotten until then,” she cautioned. “The arena has no place for such things.”

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“I had no place for such things until I held you…” She attempted to speak his name, but instead, he reclaimed his hand and took her chin between his fingers, seeing her lips to his through his bars. “A week, a lifetime, well worth any wait to hear it again. But this is not the place.” He released her and teased his nerves with the tracing of her swollen pout beneath his thumb. “If it is a beast they seek, a beast I will fucking become. Tamed only by your hands.”

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“I will pray for such a beast tomorrow upon the sands,” she whispered. She gently let their fingers slide from one another’s as she departed. “Until then…” 

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There were still a million words he needed to offer her, but he didn’t have the time. He wouldn’t have the time until he took control of his fate once again. She had to return swiftly and he should have been fulfilled with the chance to meet with her at all, but he wasn’t. He only burned hotter with the tension extending between them. He watched the guards let her out of the ludus and lock the gate behind her, that was when his expression hardened with purpose. He pitied the men to take the sands before him the next morning because nothing was capable of being crueller, more dangerous, than a man losing his heart to a woman.



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