Heaven's Rain: Blood of the Heavens

BY : InfinitNei
Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers
Dragon prints: 1708
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.

Ignited by Passion


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Levy had been informed of her domina’s plan to see Jupiter aided that night, but she was most surprised that she was to be a part of it. When her domina started moving without the consent of her father or husband, she was one of the last house slaves to be involved. That considered, she never minded being away from the speculation. She always feared the worst upon discovery.

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She had known some hardship before she had come to serve the House of Aelius, not for herself, but she had born witness to tragedy at the hands of her previous masters. She had never been more thankful that he prior house had bargained her for being too mousy. She still trembled to recall horrible punishments and even deaths befalling her service sisters. With unsteady fingers, her hands tightly clutched the key to the provision keep against her modest breast. All she had to do was make sure to leave the keep unlocked after retrieving the champion’s wine. That way, Neriah could retrieve what she needed for Jupiter with minimal witnesses. Then, when she and Aelius’ champion were through, she would simply return to the gate and secure it before her departure.

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Her cheeks coloured as she nodded to the ludus guard and entered the dimly lit corridor by torchlight. Something she had yet to inform anyone was of her involvement that saw conflict rise between Jupiter and Gazille. There was a chance that the woman thought to have been violated by Jupiter the night before was herself. If that was the case, it may very well have been that the champion of their house had locked horns with the devil on her behalf. The thought swayed her with both guilt and hopeful pride.

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She carefully unlocked the storage cell and immediately tucked her key away so that she remembered not to lock it again before visiting Gazille. It was when she reached out to take the wine in her hands that she realised how fiercely she was trembling. She had admired Gazille from a distance since her arrival, or more specifically, after hearing Neirah spout tales of him before he’d become a gladiator. She couldn’t understand how such a merciless creature could rob the lives of hundreds in the arena and be spoken of so highly by a devoted younger sister. His dedication to her had been proven on multiple occasions with the taking of lives, and cocks, in her name. Gazille may have been a fierce warrior in presence, but the heart that beat to move his flesh and bone did so out of love.

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She inhaled a steadying breath and slowly exited the keep. Perhaps it was cruel to tease herself with such fantasies that saw him offer the same effort in her honour. Being a slave since birth, she had lost value in her own presence, honour was something far from her reach. It may have been the countless stories she was forced to tell while teaching language to the more incompetent slaves. Romances of gods coming to earth for their love of a mortal woman. She quickly banished the thought as a guard let her into the gladiatorial housing for her visit. She felt foolish for believing that her modest presence could have tamed a god of the arena.

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Because her presence had not been announced, she stumbled upon her proceedings. She didn’t want to boldly storm his chambers, but she also didn’t want to linger until his exit and startle their union. Such an act risked spoiling the wine upon fumbling drop. She nibbled on her lower lip with a gentle whimper, wracking her brain towards making a decision.

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“You seek Gazille’s company this night?”

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Levy yelped and swung to face the slow pace of Gallus, the ludus doctore. Luckily though, she clasped the wine in a white-knuckled grip that saved it from tumbling out of her grasp. “I w-wine,” she stated clumsily. Her cheeks ignited with bashful heat as she diverted her attention and lowered where she had offered Gallus the obvious sight of the jug. “Domina sends wine for the inconvenience caused by Jupiter this morning.”

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“I see,” Gallus acknowledged kindly. “It is alarming how far this house has fallen under the influence of such a substance. I do not recall a time where it was ever so heavily relied upon. It is as if Bacchus himself has taken hold of this ludus as good Vitus fades. Domina’s kind heart believes his wine can cure such things as loneliness and heartache, whereas Dominus uses it to fuel cruel desire.”

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Levy dropped her gaze humbly in Gallus’ company. If nothing else, she appreciated the deep sentiment of the powerful man before her. “I suppose those who have never needed to cure things such as loneliness and heartache would not know how to treat its infection.”

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Gallus acknowledged a damaged presence like it was just behind his shoulder before continuing. “Yet those they have means to treat go overlooked.”

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Levy swallowed hard, understanding that the unfortunate case Gallus referred to was that of the abused Jupiter. Gallus harboured a great guilt for his commanded hand, Levy could see that. She wanted to offer him some form of comfort though; if she had any means to. “Dominus was informed that Medicus was attacked by Jupiter and refused to offer aid.”

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Gallus’ smile was exhausted as he looked down at the timid woman. “Medicus is as much a slave as you and I. He refuses nothing outside his Dominus’ will.”

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Levy’s heart sank as she watched Gallus pass and It occurred to her then that Marianus used Neirah to deliver more than just a message to Gallus that morning. She watched with a bleak expression as Gallus slowly paced past Gazille’s chambers away from the wounded Jupiter’s shadow.

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“Gazille, you have a visitor.”

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Levy immediately froze, coddling the jug of wine to her breast nervously as their ludus champion poked his head out of his privileged quarters. Upon seeing her, his expression dropped.

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“Levy?”

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Levy nodded frantically. “That’s right.”

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Gazille shook his head and quickly ushered her past the slab door that separated him from prying eyes. She obeyed the silent command, all the more rattled as he closed them in his small, modest room to grant them the subtlest of privacies. “You… I…”

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Levy repeated the act of thrusting the wine towards him like she had for Gallus, the act not to be suspected at all, she was sure. “Domina sends wine! For… for crimes committed by Jupiter against you this day.”

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Gazille’s dark gaze narrowed beneath the pained crease of his bruised brow. “It was not crimes offered this day that I took up arms for.” He reached out and took the jug from her in the same way he had the first day they’d met. “And they were not those that assaulted me.”

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Levy diverted her gaze sheepishly, her guilty flush deepening with her accurate assumptions. “Domina was most concerned with your quarrel. None could find a reason for you to act so rashly.”

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Gazille got so bold that he reached out and slipped her tiny chin into his hand and forced her to tip her observation to his concerned grimace. “Can you?”

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“I-I…” She quickly bowed her head, her headband falling from her shoulder-length hair and letting the absently ruffled locks splay wildly around her downcast features. “Apologies. I-I am afraid you have mistaken intent. I was sent to the ludus last night to retrieve wine for Domina. She was injured and I was panicked. We have run out of stock in the villa that has yet to be remedied and I had forgotten the key…” She quickly offered the key to the wine from beneath her robes so that he could weigh her truth. “See? It opens the additional vacant cell where the overstock of wine and preserves are kept.”

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Gazille diverted his gaze trying to sort through her speedy justification. “So… you were not sent to loosen Jupiter’s tongue?”

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Levy shook her head with a frail smile. “From what I have heard, another has already accomplished this.”

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Gazille’s brow creased in surprised suspicion. “Someone has heard him speak?”

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Levy’s fretful gaze quickly scoured the dimly lit room with her heart in her throat. “I, oh yes… well... Wait! But it was not by means that you considered my use for! They simply conversed through his bars; she watered him!”

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“She?” Gazille pried. “Someone descended from the villa in the night to water the dog and heard him speak? He who deems himself worthy of God’s name spoke to a common house slave?”

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“I… well…”

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Gazille’s expression grew void of humour as he considered the situation. “Domina sent her body slave.”

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“I- no!”

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“Neirah has heard him speak?”

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“Please, I do not wish to cause trouble. I am clumsy in my speech,” she fretted in a nervous fluster. “Jupiter simply begged water to banish the heat while Neirah was fetching wine.”

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Gazille eyed her warily. “So, no offer of flesh has been made to see ends accommodated?”

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“N-none…”

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Gazille’s smile was halfway between goofy and sinister as he offered it. “It makes me look a fool, appropriately given face with the swelling of one eye for feigned conflict.”

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Levy grinned sheepishly. “I- it is not… so bad.” She diverted her gaze when it laid on the slight violet bruising of his cheekbone around one eye. “The colour suits.”

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“Gihi…” They shared a subtle snicker between the two for her witticism before he turned and placed his wine on a small table set up beside the weathered cot he’d known for the past few years of his life. “So, have you been given command to deliver Domina’s gift or… will you try to deny me your company a second time.” 

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Levy’s body temperature was rising with coy humility as she fidgeted with the wrinkles in her modest robes. “A-actually… Domina has made my purpose yours for… for the night.” She allowed herself a peek at his expression the moment silence dragged on more than a few moments. The sight made her stomach churn.

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“Apologies,” he muttered grimly. “I was afraid that this would be the next step Marianus took. In mind, I am grateful that you were sent to bed a man of fewer passions, but I can see a bleak trend rising in light of tyranny. Vitus would have never sent a house slave to the pits of hell to bed a gladiator. The smell of shit in his house is unwelcome.”

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Levy was hurt to watch him sit on the side of his bedding accommodations and glower into the dim light past her. She had to remember she was there to buy time for Neirah’s visit. If she was dismissed, their cover might be ruined. “Y-you… you reject my company?”

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“It is not your company I reject,” he informed her quietly. “It is the advance of this house. You may not know any better, but Vitus was kind compared to the lash of other masters. He sees us fed, clothed, treated when we are ill. Not every Dominus would offer the same. Any who know better appreciate what we have had. That fucking Roman shit that Marianus brought back with him is ruining everything!”

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“I am ruin, then…”

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Gazille flinched with the rise of hurt in her voice. “I… when did I say-?”

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“Am I not pleasing?!” Levy raised her voice in frantic demand with her hurt. “Even to a man who has been denied the warmth of a woman for longer than I have been in the service of this house?!”

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“What? I never said the like!” Gazille snapped back edgily. “You mistake intent and rage over something unspeakable. You speak as though you wish to be given as a toy to the hungriest wolf to prowl the underbelly of this ludus.”

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“Now I am a whore!?”

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Gazille’s fingers of one hand massaged his brow as he pondered his words more carefully. “I am not practised with words like you. I would be grateful if you did not use my own weakness against me.”

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“You say you are weak to a woman’s words, but not her touch?” Levy demanded. She shook the rise of disappointed tears from her eyes as she moved towards the exit of his room. “I have done Domina’s will. I will see myself back to the villa.” She could not claim that she hadn’t tried.

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Levy was alarmed to the point of gentle shrieks when Gazille threw his arm out against the door to keep her from jerking it open. “Perhaps you should take my place in the arena,” he growled lowly. Levy reacted quickly by turning her head towards him, banishing his nearness to her ear. “Your tongue is sharper than my blade.”

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It took Levy a while to dismiss his heat and find her courage once more. “My intent was not to wound you as you had wounded me.”

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“And mine was not to force guard raised in the first place,” he reasoned. He shifted his narrowed gaze over her trembling figure before him. “I only wished to see veil lifted. I am here to protect my sister, to serve my masters and see that, in return, she is provided for. My own desires were long since forfeit.”

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Levy gently shook her head, bringing parted lips together before speaking. Neirah was concerned about such things. Gazille had surrendered his own will to a purpose that had long since been fulfilled. Bearing that in mind, she did her best to coax enthusiasm from his hastily respiring figure. She tried her hardest not to reveal that Neirah had long since warned her that there was gentle spirit inside the hard man standing before her. She tried to act surprised. “D-do… do you ever consider them?” With his gaze diverted, she allowed herself a moment of close-up consideration for his hard features. “Consider… what they may be given the chance?”

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“They could not have imagined that frailty could pique interest,” he admitted humbly. His voice was quiet, but after years of harsh upbringing, he simply couldn’t sweeten his tone to comfort her as a man and not a beast. “I mean that as no insult. My hands are simply not used to handling something so delicate.” To her obvious enthusiasm to be bedded that night, he reached a finger out and slipped the one shoulder of her robes past their keep and watched the heavy material sweep the dirty floor beneath her toes. It had been a long time since he’d so much as teased himself with the thought of a woman’s touch.

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With the sight to meet his eyes of her moonlit ivory skin, he banished the excess of salivation in his mouth with the guilt he had for indulging. He hated how sweet her trembling breath tasted as it beat against his thirsting lips. “We’ve only just met… I feel like I’ve sinned for considering that this kind of order is justified by my hunger for something sweeter.” Even as he admitted the wrongs of his actions, he couldn’t deny the pleasures that started to warm his entirety. “I suppose after a decade of forgotten fantasy, the softer the creature, the more appeal it holds in a world hardened by death and solitude.”

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Levy was seized by a coarse poet and rattled with uncertainty for his nearness. She had desired him from afar for a while, but he had only recently laid eyes on her. His logic was sound, if not simplified by primal advance. It both frightened and aroused her. “That sounds… so lonely…”

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Gazille closed his eyes and pressed his brow firmly against hers as he drew in a sharp inhale during his final words to her. “Fuck, it is…”

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Levy whimpered against the passionate crush of her champion’s lips covering hers with a desperate hunger. As trembling hands reached to his body, she could feel the tension playing beneath his tight skin. She had never had another person’s tongue in her mouth before, but she didn’t despise the sensation. To know that he would restrain such passion and see that her presence wasn’t abused warmed her heart, but in the end, she had always wanted to feel his attention so keenly turned towards her.

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And his attention was firmly fixated on her in that moment as one palm smoothed up the inside of her left thigh. She whimpered her uncertainty at first but quickly split her legs for the embrace to advance. A hungry growl later, he divided her second set of lips with his need and pressed a fingertip inside her maidenhood to confirm that she had never had another’s cock inside her. His chest wracked with the racing beat of his heart as his cock stiffened attentively to the rejection of his fingers inside her virgin cunt. Soon after, his hands were sneaking over her hips for strong fingers to wrap around her curvy backside.

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It didn’t surprise her that a man of his stature was capable of hoisting her delicate figure right off the floor, but her cheeks were certainly colouring with the surprise of him doing so to simply pin her to the door that she had tried to use upon her exit. She had to try not to let the experience go to her head but it was proven difficult when her head was dazed with the delight of being held by a man she’d carried in the highest regard. She could feel his passion pressing into her belly as his kisses deepened, prying her mouth immodestly wider to accommodate his hunger. She was familiar with the condition that Aelius gladiators were not offered the company of women during their enslavement. In her mind, it reminded her that Gazille, like any other man, had a head filled with unsated cravings that he was unleashed to indulge in that night. It made it hard to determine whether his eyes saw her as special, or simply the whore that Domina sent to apologise for Jupiter’s wrongs.

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Then she was reminded of the morning he fought with the isolated beast. It had been confirmed that he did it thinking that Jupiter had mistreated her… like she hoped he intended on mistreating her.

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She managed to pull her gasping breath from his grasp and take it into her own chest with a powerful whine. “L-like this?” She mewled weakly. “I-is this how you imagine it?”

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“Does it not coincide with your image?”

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Her bare skin flushed rosy with guilt. “Y-you insinuate that I have had such thoughts.”

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“Where you are coy, your body betrays,” he growled hungrily. With the freeing of his tongue, he slathered the moist muscle over the bright nipples tightened to alert nubs despite the blistering Damascus heat drawing the sheen of perspiration on their skin. “Your body burns just as hot as mine. Porcelain skin fired by passion, unlike my own that has been stained by the sun and hard labour.”

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“Are you not also ignited by passion?”

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Gazille sighed against her collar as he pushed kinked cerulean locks from her fair skin and smoothed kisses over her arched throat. “My surface radiates less elegantly than porcelain and more like deadfall. The way I burn is far uglier, less controlled.”

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With his warning, his lips had covered hers once more and he hoisted her from the door. She didn’t seem to fancy the idea of being ravaged against his soiled doorway, and despite his need, he kept her own in the back of his mind. He laid her out beneath him, his body too tight to pry far from where his tongue danced with hers. “You say your body is your own,” he rushed out between pirouettes. “Moved by words but will steel?”

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“Like your sword in your hands, when all else fades, it is only yours to command,” Levy breathed out airily. “Less fragile than the clay you seek to break with rough hands unseasoned in its handling.”

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Gazille finally raised from the dainty woman and looked down on her with a seriously swayed sense of conviction. “Then you are my sword.”

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“Is love a battle?”

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His heavy-lidded gaze scanned her breathless features for sincerity in her words. “If slaves are allotted the option.”

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“Then I am your sword.”

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He was humbled by her sentiment and moved accordingly, his next deep breath was hissed through flaring nostrils, expanding his chest against the beat of her heart as their lips conjoined once more. Disrobing himself, he allowed his hips to dip towards her heat and let it seek to overwhelm him considering the scorching days and nights suffered in the humid ludus. He was no kinder, his palm was just as hot on her thigh as he drew it up around his naked hips to accommodate the grinding of his shaft against her delicate slit. “I am too coarse a man for you to love, but I will see us both satisfied by the night’s end,” he whispered huskily in her sensitive ear.

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“Domina can move my hand, yours, my body, but my heart is my own to cherish what it may.”

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He moved his kisses over her lean, modest figure. “It could not have found something to better appreciate?”

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“And your tongue? Could it not have also found something better suited to occupy its time?” Levy moaned and writhed into his affections. “Surely the champion of Aelius could have had any woman he wanted at the command of our dear Domina.”

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“Perhaps I complicate a simple matter by hoping for something more than a thoughtless broad in my bed,” he rumbled contentedly. “The empty-headed surround me each day. To find the interest of a pretty intellectual who dares desire the abrasive touch of a murderous brute, that is something my tongue seeks to cherish.”

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Levy reached out and took the hard lines of his face between her hands. She may have been foolish to fall in love with a man she had never met, but she had yet to regret her actions. Instead, her heart only filled with more reasons to race. “Then let us not reprimand each other’s reason and see mutual satisfaction promised delivered.”

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Gazille didn’t hesitate in seeing her sentiment honoured. He may have been guilty of letting his instinct get the best of him when a better man would have turned her away, but she genuinely seemed to desire his company. It occurred to him that maybe the first time she had visited, it was with similar intentions that were torn from her by her shyness. In truth, something comforted him about the soft woman whose heart raced beneath his chest. It reminded him that maybe something worth cherishing was still alive and well beneath his hardened exterior. In a way, she gave him hope that not all the good in him had been bled out.

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It was in the moment his cock parted virgin thighs and entered her tight, trembling little body to her breathless wheeze that he considered the meaning of words past. If Marianus was the villain Gazille saw him to be, survival and preservation of old ways would have to be fought to retain. He grew tired of the games, tired of belonging to another. If he was to fight for his survival, for the right of his sister, he would need a blade unlike any other. Perhaps the delicate woman squeezing his upper arms in the bearing of his touch would be enough to calm a troubled soul and see his mind think clearly the next morning. Perhaps she really was the perfect weapon for him to hold in the fight that was about to ensue.  

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Levy tossed her head back with a shrill whine, the pressure of her fingers around broad flesh tremoring with the slow stroke of his entry. She sealed her eyes tight, her body clenching in reaction to the sharp bite of pain between her legs that saw rouge stain his dark cock. In that moment, if nothing else, her heart and body were hers to give to who she chose. Thanks to Neirah and Domina’s kindness, she was granted the opportunity to give herself to the man she deemed worthy. She gently raked her fingers down his arms, her laboured breathing steadying with the fiery ride of his hips grinding against hers with his complete submersion.

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Gazille banished the roll of perspiration from where it stung his eyes with a stern blink. “Apologies,” he growled bitterly between teeth. “Fuck, it would seem a body that has forgotten the pleasures it’s been denied these long years has become weak to hot cunt.” His body shuttered with the bliss of her soft frame wrapped around him, his teeth grinding with the slow rock of his hips spreading her passion over his generous length. In that moment, he felt a fool for offering her satisfaction that he couldn’t guarantee.

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“Perhaps it would remember better if it were granted permission to move as it desires.” Levy tried to hide the gentle whine in her agonised tone. To her relief, he didn’t seem to pick up on the subtle hints of pain to make her lips tremble.

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He sucked back a hard, deep breath as he reburied his unbearably rigid cock inside her trembling core. “Gratitude,” he breathed out harshly. With his sentiment complete, he wrapped one hand beneath her tailbone and drew her narrow hips to his. He covered her lips to muffle her shrill whines as the pace of his hips increased until the trembling of her snug core was incomprehensible. He only released her lips long enough to offer a relieved curse before crushing her delicate cries beneath his fervour to the swiftly increasing drive of his hips.  

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Levy broke away to release the ardent cries that threatened to choke her. As she did so, her cheeks flushed hot with the humiliation of knowing that when she left his side that night, prying eyes would know exactly what had been done. But in that moment, she didn’t care. She laid both hands on either side of his neck before wild ebony locks were tangled beneath their tight grip and helping her to bear the overwhelming sensations thrashing about inside her as fiercely as his body outside.

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She held on tighter when his strong hands guided her to hollow her back, forcing her small body to swallow each hungry thrust he offered. This didn’t help Gazille’s situation. It reminded him of how soft and delicate the young woman was in his arms. Driven by nothing but primal lust, he banished the sight by removing from her body and rolling her onto her stomach.

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He knew she was surprised, but if nothing else, her adjustment would only aid in the mutual satisfaction promised. He raised her hips beneath searing fingertips and plunged two fingers into her sopping channel to spread her desire. He was glad that she didn’t speak when she turned around in a panting mess to try and figure out what he was up to behind her because if he were being honest with himself, he didn’t think he could offer her an intelligible response.

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Once he had freed a healthy flow of her eagerness for his cock, he repositioned himself and slipped smoothly into her body. To this, she pressed her tummy towards the cot beneath her, her firm backside and shoulders pressing to meet in her centre as she threw her head back with a violated groan.

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The adjustment in her position pleased him in accommodating his thrusts more comfortably, but every time his arousal struck her cervix, her entire body was quivering weakly beneath consuming waves of pleasure. He closed his eyes, his chest tightening with the beast he needed to unleash. Without helpless hazel eyes begging for his delicacy, he felt more inclined to turn himself loose.

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Levy’s narrow gaze raised with her gasping cry as she stared at the ragged wall before her and tried to comprehend his striking adjustment of speed. Strong hands squeezed her hindquarters and drew them coarsely into the pound of his hips. It was an effort she appreciated because as his persistence reinforced, her joints weakened; her trembling thighs slack and knees liquid beneath his brutish strength.

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Soon though, her body had successfully adjusted to the size of his manhood driving against her soft pink flesh like a well-oiled piston. That was when her moans began to surface in place of her painful whines. She lowered her head with a guttural whimper and observed the steady slap of flesh connecting at her rear. She didn’t know much about men and their desires, but the way the dark sack of flesh between his thighs followed every thrust and tightened around its innards with discolouration like it was suffering asphyxiation warned her that he was suffering a great deal of restraint to see her pleasure prolonged.

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She supposed, a part of her pitied the man for having gone so long without the comfort of a woman in his bed. Even if she was grateful that she was the one to sate his hunger, it didn’t stop her from reaching beneath her body and smoothing gentle fingers over the tight sack.

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To this, Gazille stopped entirely; leaving his throbbing length buried deep inside her body as his eyes widened and body stiffened. His pelvis bucked against her as her gentle massage stoked the fire in his loins just begging for relief. He lowered his brow between her shoulder blades, his back hunched and cock still as the unintentional tremor of her body around his penetration milked the steeled phallus.

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“You seek relief,” Levy whimpered softly. “Your body aches for it.”

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“An ache is a broken bone, the sight of blood drawn. This is no ache,” he dismissed huskily. “This is the relief afterwards.”

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Levy trembled beneath his animalistic growl as her pressure increased, and the stillness of him inside her allowed her to feel the unintentional swell of his member inside her. “The satisfaction you brought me this day is uncontainable,” she assured him. “I ache for no more than your relief spent. And perhaps, if it would please you, I can help return you to proper form.” She gently retracted her tender touch and pressed her backside into his pelvis. “Resume and see discomforting pressures relieved.”

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His dark rusty gaze peered into her angelic skin for a long moment before his brow lifted from her perspiring shoulder blades. He slowly returned his fingers to her soft flesh and straightened behind her, rolling her against his thrusts in a slow, deep pump that drew ecstatic growls from deep within his chest. Once he had assured his cock sufficiently coated with her need, his pace hastened towards levels prior just before he surpassed his previous fierceness and plunged towards the animal.

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Overwhelmed by the pleasurable ache of his fierce strikes, Levy lost all conscious thought as her clenched abdomen erupted in a wash of unbearable pleasure that saw her arms collapse and her face pressed into his ragged sheets. The only reason her hips remained at attention for him through her inaudible murmurs was his constricted grip on them.

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Gazille’s flexed fingers trembled as he forced Levy’s limp and sated figure back on every demanding thrust. After so long, it was hard to remember the pleasure of feeling a woman’s cunt clench him so tightly, milking him with the escalation of her pleasure as she descended from the heavens he saw her to. It relieved him to feel her so enthralled by the experience and had relief rushing over cooling skin. Her unexpected swell of completion saw his pleasure escalate until the unbearable force of his climax ripping through his core had him jerking his cock from cunt to pump his release over the curves of her luscious hindquarters and over the hollowing of her back.

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He allowed the girl’s limp figure to flop on her front before him, her pleasured whimpers still mewling soft words unfamiliar to his tongue as he smoothed his heavy palm over the sheen of his shaft to milk the seemingly endless flow of seed from his throbbing member.

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Levy sprang forward on hands and knees, whining with delight as Gazille splayed his fingers over her back and raked fiery fingertips over her sensitive body to break trails in the thick gleam of his release upon her creamy flesh. “Voluptas takes form before my very eyes,” he rumbled hoarsely.

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Levy turned her lusting hazel gaze over her shoulder to face him. “Y-you know the Roman gods?”

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Gazille drew a rag from his bedside and banished his release from her candlelit body. “My sister demanded we assimilate ourselves in Roman ways when we were forced to embrace this house and its values. She claims that they are the ones who keep us now…” His nose lightly brushed against hers before he touched his lips to hers in a weak, affectionate kiss. “But sometimes when I step onto the sands of the arena, I pray to Isis for her protection and her mercy if I should fall. If she should be watching, she is who I wish to offer a hand to for my ascension.”

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“An Egyptian goddess?”

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“One of many,” he assured her. “Sometimes I like to believe that they have yet to turn an eye from me.” His expression darkened grimly as Levy brushed her face against his fingertips. “And then I remember that I am here, from home and loving eyes. Sometimes I believe that my gods were left to my homeland where my tongue cannot reach their ear, and the gods of my keepers reject me for prior belief. I feel abandoned to the aid of any deity. It forces me to forge a path of blood and battle to see my means fulfilled.”

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“You are much deeper than flesh and bone,” Levy whispered. “I had always dreamt it to be so.”

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Gazille gently shook his head, his expression humbled. “My shadow has no place in your dreams.”

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Levy smiled her assurance and gently took his face in her hands. “Then come forth to them this night and banish it yourself. But know that in doing so, it will no longer be your shadow.” She gently captured the jug of wine by his bedside, dabbing the perspiration from her brow as she remained struggling to catch her breath. “Come, the night is still young. Share wine and I will lend my ear in hearing about the gods you lost.”

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“You will remain?”

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Levy’s cheeks coloured for his gentle inquiry. “I was sent to see your will done this night. So long as you do not see me away for my efforts, I will remain and see spirits lifted with a cup of wine.” She smiled sheepishly before sipping from the glass she filled during speaking. “And should you require a more physical distraction later in the night, I will be here to facilitate such an end.”

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Gazille felt the stirring of arousal in his belly as their fingertips met against the cup she offered him. “Continue to conduct yourself in such a manner and see more than spirits lifted.”

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“Perhaps my own ends will be facilitated then?”

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“If your ends are to see me to mine, I relish in compliance.”



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