In his mind's eye he saw the areola glistening with the fiery reflection of the warm fire in the hearth. The curve of her smile told him she found pleasure in his gaze. He felt his manhood rigid and painful as it brushed her soft thigh.
He placed his fingertip on her chin and slowly traced it down her center across her throat, her chest, crossed her navel and stopped at the spot where her lips met.
Her response was low whinny like a filly in the spring. He answered with a low growl as he let his hands roam and explore her tenderness. He kissed her ear and gently nibbled on her lobe before he slid down, almost too fast, hungry, insatiable, until his mouth found her soft petals bellow, parting them, finding her wet and welcoming with anticipation.
She made little broken cries that almost made him come as he touched her. He settled between her thighs, his hands tipping her up and forward, granting him sweet access. He kissed her and his tongue slipped within her intimate recesses. She tasted like milk and honey, warm with life and alive with tension. She shivered but her sweat told him she wasn't cold. Her little twitches came slow at first and then harder and faster, in time with her broken moans of desire.
Neither one of them was sure exactly how many times she came beneath his tongue. But just when he thought she was tired out and almost about to fall asleep he felt her hand move grasp his engorged manhood.
"I need you, Master," she whispered, her voice raspy with tension. He moved his back and she slowly adjusted him to her entrance. With her legs spread and her folds moist beneath his body as he hovered poised at her entrance, he rounded a hand in between them both and cupped her mound. She started gyrating again and when he felt her rhythm carry her close to the breaking point he let himself go and plunged, their angle and her excitement brought depth and triggered of sensations within Myra's center she never even thought possible. Her muscles welcomed him within her and squeezed him in time with his own movements.
Too tired to guide him or even herself Myra accepted her own surrender and he felt her grow soft and delicate beneath him. He accepted her choice and took control for them both, guiding his hips, gently caressing her legs all the way from her toes to her buttocks, a force of nature which she allowed to overwhelm her until their very world started to spiral and then broke in a tidal wave of ecstasy that took them to the very gates of life.
He lightly kissed her forehead, her hair, her temples as she lay spent next to him, her head nestled upon his arm, his hand upon her belly. A log cracked and split, its fiery ambers flying up into the chimney. She fit him, his body, his soul so perfectly. She sighed and when he looked up he saw the two twinkling orbs staring back at him.
"So tell me, Master, there is one thing I cannot understand," she asked, her voice a tired whisper.
"Yes, my dove," he said.
"How were you able to get away from the pirates? I was so worried for you. Did you kill them all?" her brow furrowed in quiet incomprehension.
He suppressed a smile, and shimmied out of bed to kneel by her side. He took her hand in his and looked her in the eyes. He could see her frown deepen.
"You don't have to tell me. You're emperor and I don't have to know everything…," she whispered.
"Shh..., I will tell you everything. I want to tell you everything." She could see concern and worry fold his features. "But first, I want to you to know that not a moment goes by without me cursing myself for allowing you to come in harm's way the way you did. I will never forgive myself for that…"
Myra shook her head. "But how could you have stopped them? You were a prisoner yourself…," she stopped when she saw him shaking his head.
"I was no prisoner, Myra. It was all a ruse," he looked at her with concern as her eyes grew wide. "I had to make as if I was weak so my enemies would feel bold enough to reveal themselves."
"But, they kidnapped me..." she whispered now and sat up in her bed. "They had me in a dungeon...”
"I know, Myra. All these people, the evil ones that meant you harm, they are punished now. Believe me. You were never meant to come see me at the galley. Josephus was a conspirator and had you believe I had sent for you. I think he hoped to dispose of us both at once that way," Commodus shook his head in disappointment.
"You had him killed..." she whispered as she started to understand.
"Yes, I did," he replied.
"But why didn't you tell me? I worried so much for you."
"I decided you were safer if you knew less… The pirates were my allies but even most of the simple warriors in their midst didn't know their chiefs were on my side. If my enemies suspected that it all was a trap, we might all be dead by now."
Commodus held on to Myra's hands and knelt by the bed, at her feet. He looked her straight in the eyes and she could see tears trickle down his cheeks.
"Myra," he said. "I cannot imagine myself without you. It is better you don't know how many nights I lay in my bed, woken by nightmares of you kidnapped, tortured, lost…" His body convulsed with thoughts too hard to bear.
"I love you, Myra. Please forgive me, for exposing you to danger, my dove, my all," she looked at him and in his eyes she saw his sincerity and passion.
And she smiled. Here he was — the emperor of Rome, at her feet, begging, crying, demanding her forgiveness. Her forgiveness — the forgiveness of a peasant girl from a small farm to the North of Rome! She so wanted to be angry with him, to not be in love… She bit her lip and nodded. She saw him, relax just a little.
Myra put her hand on his cheek and wiped away a tear. Why, oh why did life have to be so complicated? She bent forward until their foreheads met.
"I too have a secret to share," she said and saw puzzlement cross his features.
"I am pregnant… with your child, Master."
The End
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