Romulus

by Luna Hunter

  Chapter Ten

  Alexa

  I follow Romulus up to his quarters. It’s beautiful and regal, the kind of room fit for a king. He takes his armor off, and I suck in a breath of air.

  Partly because his body is blooded, bruised and covered in scars. Partly because the sight turns me on more than I’d like to admit…

  I avert my eyes and head towards his washroom, where I run him a bath. I make sure to put in plenty of soap. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself I can see every last inch of him.

  “The bath is ready,” I say.

  Romulus enters the washroom, naked except for a cloth around his waist — but it leaves little to the imagination.

  He’s a warrior all right. Scars litter his body, his chest gleaming with the blood of fresh cuts…

  I glance away, my palms sweaty, my heart racing. Pure by accident my eyes land on a mirror providing me with a perfect view of Romulus’s backside. His broad, muscled shoulders and his sculpted ass drive me wild. He’s got the body of a Greek god, everything in perfect proportion. He’s a perfect specimen. A divine being.

  One who just proposed to me — which I turned down.

  What’s wrong with me?

  Am I the master of self-sabotage or what?

  Romulus sinks into the hot water, his nakedness obscured by the bubbles in the bath.

  “Is it okay?”

  “It’s perfect.”

  I take my shirt off, so my sleeves won’t get wet, and run a washcloth over his shoulders.

  “Tell me what’s on your mind, Romulus.”

  Romulus

  I genuinely don’t know where to begin.

  I’ve pushed my thoughts away for so long. I erected a wall around my heart, and promised myself I’d never let anyone make as much as a dent in it.

  Yet here I am.

  Bloodied.

  Bruised.

  My body is hurting, but that’s nothing compared to the pain I feel in my heart; in my very soul.

  When Nero told me he found his fatum, I laughed. I ridiculed him. I said he was endangering everything for a mere human female.

  Now, I see. Now, I understand.

  Alexa is my fatum. My fated mate. The one I am meant to be with. I see that now. I fought it, I resisted, I struggled… until that damn kiss.

  That fateful kiss didn’t just make a hole in the wall around my heart — it tore the entire thing down, leaving only rubble in its wake.

  I’m now faced with the impossible task of making her understand my point of view, of letting her see things from my perspective.

  I have to make her love me.

  Not an easy task. I prefer to be hated — enemies I can work with. Enemies I know, enemies I understand.

  Lovers… that’s uncharted territory.

  Alexa’s soft hand caress my shoulders, and I close my eyes and rest my head against the edge of the tub. Her hands move to my scalp, expertly massaging me, and the tension flows away.

  I’ll tell her everything.

  It’s the only option.

  Alexa

  Romulus is silent as my fingers move through this thick, dark hair. He looks so peaceful, so relaxed.

  “I wasn’t always like this, you know,” he says.

  “Like what?” Naked and sexy?

  “I wasn’t always a warrior. Before I served House Octavius, I was a ranger, a hunter. For the Yassi people. We had only recently made contact with them at the time. They are a mystic people, who live in harmony with nature. Or at least, they did…”

  I listen breathlessly to Romulus’s life story, my hands gliding down to his broad chest.

  “I was looking for a fresh start at the time. I was raised by Gaius Octavius, alongside Nero. We’re from different families, but we’re as close as brothers. Yet, I needed to know if I could make it own my own.”

  “I understand,” I say. “Sometimes you need to spread your wings.”

  “Exactly. The Yassi distrusted me at first, but when they saw my interest in their culture was genuine, they welcomed me with open arms. I served as a hunter for two years, until…”

  His breath falters. His fists are balled up, and I feel the tension in his muscles.

  “Relax,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”

  “No, it’s not,” he says. “It’s not. The Yassi women… when they reach adulthood, they’re trained in what they call witchcraft. A hunter is assigned to every witch as their personal bodyguard. To protect her when she’s out foraging. It’s an honor to be chosen as a guard… and I was. Her name was Freya. Barely five foot tall, bright red hair, green eyes, slender… still a child, really.”

  I hold onto Romulus’s hand, and he squeezes mine hard. He’s barely getting the words out, and I pray this story has a happy ending, though I know better…

  “I failed her, Alexa. I failed her. I was out hunting in the early morning when the ships passed overhead. By the time I had returned to the village, it was already too late. House Bruttius had come to collect.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m almost too afraid to ask, but I’ve got to know. “What does that mean?”

  “It means they were captured. Enslaved. Except for Freya. No, she had resisted. And so, they made an example out of her.”

  A single tear runs down Romulus’s face. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable before.

  “I loved that little girl. More than I thought I could ever love someone. She was innocent. Pure. And they butchered her like an animal.”

  He’s squeezing my hand so hard it hurts, but I suck it up. He needs me right now.

  “You see?” he asks. “Everyone I swear to protect dies.”

  “That’s not true,” I say. “It’s not your fault.”

  “It is and you know it. She wasn’t the only one — I failed Gaius as well.”

  He tells me everything — how Magnus Bruttius attacked them, how Nero fled to Earth, and how they eventually ended up back here.

  I’ve been hanging on his every word for the past half hour. The water’s gone cold, but Romulus doesn’t seem to care.

  “Now you know it all,” he says. “You got what you came for, right? Wasn’t that your mission?”

  “That?” I say. “No. Well, yes, that was the goal of my mission, but that’s not why I’m here.”

  “Why are you here then?”

  “I didn’t really have a choice, to be honest. My supervisor made me accept this mission, or else I would have lost all I’ve worked so hard for.”

  “And what have you worked so hard for?”

  I gaze into Romulus’s beautiful, enchanting eyes. All of my grades, my papers, my diplomas mean nothing compared to his smile.

  “You know, I really don’t know.”

  With that Romulus leans in and kisses me, one hand holding the back of my head.

  I surrender myself to him. I welcome his lips against mine, his tongue brushing my bottom lips, his hands holding me tightly.

  This kiss is even more intense than the last. I can feel his pain, his pure, raw emotions. And I accept them. He’s a tortured soul, a wounded warrior — but I don’t exactly wear my heart on my sleeve either. I also have walls around my heart, have chosen fear over love.

  No more.

  This time, I choose love.

  Our kiss is passionate, long, all tongue and lips and moans and everything I dreamed it would be.

  “I must have you,” he groans between kisses.

  Yes. I agree wholeheartedly.

  The alien warrior grabs me and pulls me right into the bath, clothes and all, his arms wrapped around me. I laugh as I try to find my balance in the water. My hands rest against his naked abs, my thighs pressing against his hardness.

  I feel his cock throb and pulse, and wave of heat passes through me.

  This is really happening.

  Romulus wrestles with my shirt as he tries to get it off. The wet fabric sticks to my body, so he just rips it right off my body.

  I love it when
he’s so rough and dominant. When he just takes what he wants, when he uses me for his pleasure.

  His hands move to my naked breasts, holding them gently. I place my hands on top of his and squeeze.

  “It’s okay,” I whisper with a sultry grin. “You don’t have to hold back.”

  He squeezes, his fingers sinking into my skin, and pain and pleasure mix inside of me.

  “Yesss,” I hiss, throwing my head back.

  His fingers pinch my stiff, hard nipples, and I yelp out of surprise. My eyes are filled with lust, and Romulus gets the hint.

  He smacks my ass hard, splashing the room with water.

  “Get those off,” he growls. “Now.”

  I stand up in the tub, my legs wobbly. He holds onto my legs for support, as I unbutton my soaking wet jeans, my heart racing.

  The smile on my face is fixed on there. Nothing is getting that sucker off.

  I wiggle my jeans down my hips. Romulus’s eyes are glued to my body, and I love it.

  “Panties too,” he says.

  It’s not a question.

  It’s an order.

  For a second I hesitate. I’ve never gone this far with any man. My thumbs hook into the waistband… and I slide my panties down ever so slowly, a thrill running down my spine.

  For the first time in my life…

  I’m naked in front of a man.

  And not just any man.

  Romulus Valerius. Elban warrior.

  He’s as naked as I am, his impressive, imposing, unbelievably-hot frame on full display. His hard cock juts out of the water like a pillar, a thick, hot rod that’s going to split me apart and fill me to the brim.

  Romulus leans up and grabs my naked thighs.

  “Careful,” I laugh. “I’ll fall!”

  I lower myself down into the water, and Romulus rips the remains of my jeans off with one fell pull. He then grabs my ankles and pulls me towards him. I try to hold onto the edge of the tub and resist him, but it’s impossible to do so.

  He’s much too strong.

  “Wait,” I stammer, but it’s useless.

  Romulus Valerius is not a patient man. When he wants something, he takes it. And right now, he wants to bury his face between my legs.

  So, despite the fact that this embarrasses me, or that no man has ever done this before, his hands are now cradling my ass, his head between my legs as I hold onto the edge of the tub with both hands.

  Smirking up at me, he licks his lips.

  I’m so embarrassed. My face must be as red as a beet right now. I want to look away, but Romulus’s eyes demand my attention.

  He drags his tongue up my wet lips, and I shudder. A jolt of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before courses through my very veins.

  Pleased with the reaction he’s having on me, Romulus plants wet, passionate kisses all over my pussy. His tongue explores me, enters me, licks and tastes and worships me, and I have no choice but to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure.

  I writhe and moan, my eyes closed, biting down on my bottom lip. Nothing’s supposed to feel this good. I’m never doing anything else again!

  “You like it when I kiss your cunt?”

  Romulus’s growl is throaty and low, and my eyes fly open. My c… cunt? That’s not a word I’ve ever used before. Not a word I’m supposed to use. It’s naughty. Dirty. Bad.

  So is letting an alien warrior tongue your clit.

  I nod.

  “Say it,” he demands.

  He leans back, and the message is clear. If I don’t tell him what he wants to hear, he won’t continue. He wants me to surrender myself to him — completely.

  He wants to push me past my limits, break down my barriers.

  And why not? With a few short strokes of his expert tongue, he’s already given me more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before.

  Might as well go all the way.

  “Y-yes,” I stammer, my body on fire. “I l-love it when you k-kiss my c-cunt.”

  “Again.”

  “I love it when you kiss my cunt.”

  “Again!”

  Out of sheer wanton desire I grab a handful of Romulus’s dark hair and push my hips forwards, burying his face between my legs.

  “I love it when you kiss my cunt!” I moan. “I love it!”

  “Yes,” Romulus grunts as his tongue flicks against my clit. “I love your nectar, your taste, your sweet, juicy cunt!”

  “Yes! Kiss me, Romulus, eat me, lick me, use me! Right there, oh right there baby, keep going, lick my clit, baby, oh yes!”

  I’ve never uttered words like these before. I’m proper. A bit prudish, even, though I’d hate to admit that.

  And now, I think to myself, this prudish virgin is writhing, moaning and begging for the alien warrior between her legs to kiss her cunt and lick her clit, she’s grinding her dripping wet pussy against that chiseled face of his, surrendering her body to him.

  Mary will never believe me!

  Romulus’s hands dig deeper into my soft, sensitive skin as his tongue rhythmically brings me higher and higher, every stroke getting me closer and closer to nirvana.

  I’m ready to explode, ready for the bomb to burst, but my last shred of prudishness holds me back. My eyes open and find Romulus’s.

  “Cum for me,” he growls. “Cum for me!”

  Yes.

  Yes yes, a thousand times yes.

  I let go. My orgasm rocks my body to the core, my vision turning to spots, my body writhing in pleasure.

  This is better than the best thing ever. I scream Romulus’s name as I come.

  I try to scoot away, for my body is super sensitive, but Romulus is not having it. He grins, his mouth covering my sensitive, quivering pussy. He keeps stroking, licking, touching me, sucking gently on my throbbing clit.

  “P-please,” I moan, my fingers holding onto the edge of the tub, my pleading turning to moans.

  Another one. Holy crap.

  Not even with my own fingers have I brought myself to another orgasm so quickly, but Romulus doesn’t know how to quit. I’m lost in a sea of pleasure, every stroke of his tongue giving me another mini-orgasm. I ride an unending wave of pleasure, and count my blessings.

  There’s too many to count.

  Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Romulus comes up for air. He licks his lips, and grins at me.

  “I love the taste of your sweet, juicy cunt.”

  You can eat it every day if you please, mister.

  Romulus gets up and sits on the edge of the tub, and his massive hardness stands straight up like a pillar to the heavens. Unconsciously I lick my lips.

  Time to repay him for his efforts. I doubt I’m as talented as he is at oral, but whatever I lack in expertise, I’ll make up with enthusiasm.

  I kneel down between his legs and run my fingers up the sides of his hardness, teasing him. His thick cock quivers, drops of water sliding down the length.

  “Your cock is so big,” I tell him.

  I drag my tongue up his length, starting at the very bottom. For the first time in my life, I feel a hard, throbbing cock pressed against my tongue.

  And I love it.

  I love how hard he is, how big he is, how hungry the look in his eyes is, how I can feel the veins pulsing against my tongue.

  This man, this tall, imposing, deadly alien warrior wants me. The fire in his eyes tell me everything I need to know. There’s no place he’d rather be. Nothing he’d rather do than me.

  I wrap my lips around the big, purple, bulging head, and flick my tongue against him. Romulus grunts, and his fingers grab a hold of my hair.

  I moan approvingly.

  Do it. Force me down on it. Choke me with that massive alien cock of yours. Use me.

  That last thought causes my core to burn with lust, another jolt of pleasure straight to my still-sensitive clit. Yes. One hand grabs the base of his shaft, while the other slides between my legs.

  I want to cum with his hard cock in my mouth
.

  I’m going to make up of all the sex I’ve missed out on in college — and then some. By the time we get back to Earth, I want to have tried everything. I want to give myself to the Elban warrior. Completely.

  “Do you love my cock?” Romulus asks.

  “Yes,” I moan between wet, sloppy kisses as I unashamedly slobber all over his hardness. “I fucking love your cock baby.”

  I look up at him. His eyes are closed, his mouth hanging open slightly, a smile on his face as I tongue the sensitive head of his cock. He looks majestic, glorious, regal.

  I love how much pleasure I’m giving him. He’s strong enough to snap anyone in half, he makes tough human soldiers quake in their boots… yet he trusts me to suck on his alien cock.

  “Is it the biggest you’ve seen?” he growls.

  I can’t help but chuckle. Men. I guess they are all alike. Even seven foot tall Elban warriors like being complimented about their size.

  “Definitely,” I say. “It’s also the only one I’ve ever seen.”

  Romulus eyes open, his brow furrowed.

  “Are you… unmated?”

  I nod, my cheeks red.

  “Yes. I’m a virgin.”

  I didn’t think I’d admit this to a man when his quivering cock is resting against my cheek, but here we are!

  Romulus leans down and cradles my cheek with his hand. I can tell from the look in his eyes he feels conflicted, like I’m some kind of delicate flower. Like he’s suddenly afraid of hurting me.

  I slip his thumb into my mouth and gently sink my teeth in it.

  “Don’t you start being gentle now,” I say. “I can take it.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Absolutely. I want this rod inside of me. Every inch of it.”

  That trademark cocky smirk reappears on Romulus’s face.

  “Who am I to say no to that?”

  “Damn right,” I mutter as I drag my tongue up his length. I guide his hand to the back of my head, while looking up him with my best puppy-dog eyes.

  I don’t want him to go ‘easy’ on me.

  I don’t want him to be ‘gentle’.

  I want the alien warrior to give it to me hard and rough. I want to feel him overpower me, hold me, use my body for his pleasure.