Passion and Sand 3: Empire of Desires

by Andromeda -

  Her hands reached up and undid the ribbons on her gown. With a single tug, it fell open to reveal her perfectly naked body.

  His eyes widened as he took in her form, and he felt the heat rush into his face again. He had never seen a woman naked before, but she was breathtaking, undeniably perfect in every way. It amazed him that she was not ashamed to be before him, but then he remembered that she was his wife and he her husband; there was no reason for her to be ashamed of anything.

  Gently, her hands moved to his body and unbuckled his tunic, and then pulled it over his head, revealing his own naked body. Her eyes looked over his white skin, and she was amazed at how flawless it looked. Eryx’s body had light scars on it from training or light battles he had been a part of; his skin tanned almost as brown as a deer hide.

  Huneric’s body was almost as white as snow and his shoulder length blond hair complemented his appearance. He looked almost like an imp, or elf, the fairy creatures her father told her stories of when she was young. His ears were even almost pointed at the tops, and he had a playful glimmer in his eyes.

  Taking his hands, she put one on her breast to let him feel their firm roundness, and then took the other one to put between her legs. She wanted him to break out of this shyness he had. She wanted him to not feel afraid when it was the two of them alone.

  The hand on her breast gently squeezed, softly massaging, while the one between her legs seemed to find her love pearl and began to soothingly rub. Almost instantly, her back arched as she groaned softly, showing him that she was pleased with what he was doing.

  Huneric felt emboldened by this, and smiled at his lovely wife, trying his best to learn her body, her likes and dislikes. He felt himself harden. The desire to be inside her was becoming almost unbearable, and he looked at her. From what he could judge, she was moist enough, her body hot enough. She also had lain with Eryx before he, and he figured that if she could handle his horse cock, then she could handle him.

  Gently, he gripped himself and placed his tip at her entrance. She helped him by opening her legs and holding his waist in a comforting way. Then, he pushed inside her.

  Both moaned at the same time in bliss, the feeling of finally being joined as one making them tilt their heads back. She was so tight, wrapping around him almost like a second skin. He was long, whereas Eryx was wide, Alina thought to herself, but that did not mean he did not feel amazing.

  For a moment, he sat there, just marveling at her warmth and moisture, but a gentle giggle from Alina reminded him that he had to move. So, he did. Slowly, of course, he began to move his hips, moving in and out, in and out until he built up a rhythm.

  She moaned softly, holding him close as she whispered encouraging words in his ear. Sweet and gentle, that was Huneric’s style of lovemaking, she figured, and she loved it. It was a perfect balance from Eryx’s hard and rough.

  With a smile, one hand moved to his own and intertwined their fingers together, showing him that they truly were joined at one. He smiled back and increased his pace a bit, making love to her under the soft moonlight that shone down from the window.

  His body knew what it wanted. Eryx was right, all he had to do was let it take control. And take control it did.

  After a couple of moments of sweet and gentle, the desire to seed her womb rose within him, and he knew he had to move faster. Planting his hands on either side of her, he began to thrust deep and swift, sweat dripping from his brow.

  Alina’s moans melted into soft cries of pleasure as her legs were spread on either side of him, her nails digging into his waist for a secure hold. He surprised her with his fervent desires, and the things he whispered in her ear as he laid claim to her body.

  “I’m close,” he whispered to her.

  “As am I,” she panted back, her nails digging in deeper.

  With one last deep thrust, both became undone. She cried out his name while he roared, pouring into her before he collapsed on her with a deep groan. She shivered with a smile, able to feel him fill her with his seed. Her fingers moved to trace patterns on his sweaty back as she waited for him to catch his breath.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, breaking the silence.

  “No,” she answered with a light chuckle. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Not in any way I did not wish,” he said as he pulled himself up with a smile.

  Looking down at her with love, he bent down and pressed his lips to hers, his hips already beginning to move as she whispered softly, “Again.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The gods showed their joy and approval of the marriage of the trio by blessing them all with great fertility. Almost a month to the day of her wedding, Alina began to experience morning sickness. Two months and she began to have cravings. Four months and her belly began to swell with child.

  Eryx and Huneric were ecstatic when she told them, and they sacrificed a cow to the gods in blessing. Word spread of her fertility, though none could be prouder than Ayanna and Kaiser. Their little girl was growing up. Soon, she would have her own family to raise, and she wasn’t even twenty. She was accomplishing a lot more than they did at her age.

  As the time neared for her to give birth, Eryx and Huneric were forced to sleep in another bedchamber because they both had secretly broken one of the most important rules when a woman was with child. They had been making love to Alina almost all her pregnancy.

  It wasn’t really their fault. The pregnancy had made Alina sexually ravenous, and she could not be satisfied, almost to the extent that they had to take turns almost like clockwork. Yet, as the child within her grew, they could not be prouder, and when they were in bed together, they would sleep on either side of her with their arms wrapped around her small form.

  The morning that her water broke, a great scream woke the royal palace that could have only belonged to Alina. She was taken to the birthing chamber, where midwives and servants waited to care for her every need.

  Outside the doors, ambassadors and members of the court, her parents and brother, as well as the fathers-to-be, gathered as they waited for the news. Behind the doors, Alina labored, long and hard on the birthing stool, screaming loud enough and hard enough to summon the gods. At one point, she screamed for her mother, and Ayanna was immediately let inside to help her daughter.

  Then, almost twelve hours since she had entered the bedchamber, she pushed a little girl into the world. The bells, which hung high to announce the royal birth, rang three times to tell all that a girl had been born. But Alina felt another heavy weight between her legs.

  Her mother saw how distressed her daughter looked and told her quickly to return to the birthing stool. Her body shuddered, as with a great rush of blood and water, a son was brought into the world.

  The midwives rang the bells a total of nine times: three for a daughter, and six for a son. The knowledge that she had just given birth to healthy twins showed all that she was greatly blessed by the gods.

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  She was bathed, the bed changed and her babies cleaned, and the chamber aired until it smelt like lavender and honey. Her womb was packed with linen to stop any bleeding that might dare to start, and then she was helped to her bed and the doors were opened.

  The first ones inside were Eryx and Huneric, her joyful husbands who rushed to her and kissed her tenderly while also looking her over.

  “Are you hurt?” Huneric asked her.

  “Did they pain you too badly?” Eryx asked.

  Alina smiled softly and shook her head. “No, my loves. If I have pain, I cannot feel it because my heart is so alight with the birth of our twins.”

  Both men went to the wet nurses where the twins were nursing greedily and looked at them. They had the same brown skin coloring of their mother, and they could not see the color of their eyes, but they could see the coloring of their hair. Black. Eryx’s seed had planted first.

  Huneric joyfully slapped his friend on the back with a smile in congratulations. Eryx was frozen
as he looked at the two human beings he had created press closer to their nurses to feed. He had children. He had a son and a daughter.

  He looked to Alina in joy and ran to her, kissing her deeply in a way that showed that if she had not just given birth, he would tear off her clothes and make love to her in thanks. But he knew that they could not make love for another nine months, if not a year, as her body needed to heal.

  “Thank you,” he whispered to her. “You do not know how happy this makes me…”

  “You are welcome,” she whispered back, holding him close.

  As she hugged him, she glanced behind him to see Huneric watching them. She gave him a smug, almost predatory look that told him it would be his turn when she was well enough to bear again.

  Later that day, Eryx asked her what she wished to name their children. She answered: Atalanta and Alexander.

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  She did not lie.

  Almost as soon as she was able, Alina called Huneric to her bed and virtually held him captive. In her mind, she had borne Eryx’s two children and it was Huneric’s turn.

  He did not object.

  Every night, as she took him to bed, the air filled with the sounds of their lovemaking as she either was on top of him or on her back with a new position they learned with her legs on his shoulders. Such a thing allowed him to move deeper within her.

  His seed proved to be as fertile as Eryx’s because, before long, Alina was with child and when she went to give birth, she had his daughter, who they named Adelaide.

  Their little girl was almost his twin with her fair skin and golden hair that almost seemed white in certain lights.

  They all adored their children and quickly proved themselves to be great parents.

  While it was tradition that the children all sleep in the nursery that was on the other side of the palace, Alina ordered that a chamber that was close to theirs be turned into a nursery, as she could not bear to be apart from them for so long.

  They took turns in feeding them, changing them, playing with them, and getting up at night. While there were servants for that, the trio wanted to be as hands-on with their children as possible. They wanted their children to know their faces and hear their voices over that of their nursemaids.

  It was not a strange sight to find Alina reading to one of the twins, with Huneric bouncing one upon his knee, and Eryx changing another. They moved like a team, and before long, they, too, had the sounds of their children memorized. It was easy to tell Adelaide’s cry from Atalanta’s, and them being so close together in age also helped in their care.

  They truly were becoming their own little family.

  When it came to the time in the bedroom, Alina had begun to have an idea that she did not yet voice as she was not sure how they would like it. She had begun to tire of them taking turns, and she did not think it was right for one to leave while she was with the other. It also wasted water when she had to constantly bathe between sharing her bed with them.

  So, in her mind, the most practical way was for them to bed her together. How they would do so, she did not yet know, but she knew the idea would come to her soon.

  Yet, little did this small family know, the wheels of fortune were changing. This gentle period was the calm before a great storm that was coming.

  Chapter Twelve

  Huneric smiled as he looked down at his daughter. A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat as he watched her gurgle and nibble on her foot. She was sharing a crib with her siblings; the other two were sleeping. While his father was slightly upset that his first child was female, Huneric could not be prouder.

  Bending down, he kissed her cheek, smiling as she turned her head to kiss him back before he left the nursery to go back to the bedchamber. The heavy panting on the other side of the door told him that Eryx and Alina were most likely in the middle of lovemaking. In the beginning of the relationship, he was nervous about walking in on them and made sure to not. Now, that nervousness was gone. Without a second thought, he walked in and closed the door behind him.

  Eryx had his arm around Alina’s slightly swelling stomach as he pulled her back against her, as he thrust deeply into her from behind. It had not taken long for her to fall back with child, though who officially the child was, they did not know. She had lain with both of them in close timing.

  “I just came back from the nursery,” Huneric said as he walked over to the table and poured himself some wine. “Our daughter looks more like you every day.”

  Alina smiled as she panted, though she playfully pushed Eryx away, telling him they would finish later. He pouted as he stood from the bed, still fully erect as he walked to get a robe to dress.

  “I think she looks like you,” Alina said to Huneric as she kissed his cheek. “Too light to look like me.”

  “She has your beauty. Men will start wars for her hand,” Huneric said as he tipped her chin playfully.

  She giggled softly and pulled a gown over her head, a hand gently caressing her belly before she walked back to where he stood. “I do have something I would like to discuss with you, the both of you.”

  Eryx walked to where they were and nodded. “What is it about?”

  “I had another dream last night,” Alina confessed. “Remember when I told you that the goddess Freya said we must build an army? Well, I had a dream of the first face we must soon meet.”

  “Who was it?” Huneric asked.

  “Alaric,” Alina answered. “Of the Visigoths.”

  Both men looked at each other with a deep frown. Alaric had a rather infamous reputation for loving two things: violence and beautiful women. He was known to make love to his wives, only after he had killed someone in celebration.

  “Are you sure?” Eryx asked after several moments, his arms crossing. “He is known to be bit of a…”

  “Brute?” Alina asked. “Bloodthirsty? Yes, I know of his reputation, that is why I want him to join us.”

  “Alina,” Huneric said. “Think this over. Alaric is known to hate instruction. I highly doubt he will listen to you.”

  “Maybe not my lips,” Alina said, “but he might to these.”

  She loosened her gown a bit to reveal her breasts. They were beginning to become large again, filling with milk for her child, though she did not nurse them herself. Her husbands looked at them hungrily and then glared at the other as if to measure who would get her tonight. She couldn’t help but chuckle at them and snapped her fingers for attention.

  “Listen,” she said. “I want to ask you two something.”

  “Yes?” they said together.

  “When this little one is born, I want to try something with you,” she said. “The both of you.”

  “What is it?” Eryx asked, tilting his head to the side.

  She grinned and rubbed her belly. “That, you’ll both have to find out later. Until then, I am sleepy. Neither of you will be getting between my thighs tonight.”

  They pouted and frowned, but knew that she would get the sexual itch upon her in a couple hours. She never could go long.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “The rebels are getting bolder!” a senator shouted.

  “Why don’t we just send our armies to wipe them out?” another senator asked.

  “We don’t have the money to fund another war!” a senator snapped. “The treasure is empty!”

  The emperor frowned as he listened to the senators argue among themselves. He had summoned them all here today after hearing of the marriage of Kaiser’s daughter to the son of one of the most powerful Germanic chiefs. He had spies watching their so-called ‘city’, and though he wanted to feel angry with Kaiser, he could not help but feel a bit proud. It turned out the German wasn’t a mindless brute, as most thought he was when he was in Rome. Yet, this was a danger to all the empire, as the Vandals had hundreds of thousands under their command.

  “What do you suggest?” a senator asked. “We let these slaves continue this abomination? They are becomin
g a symbol of rebellion in our empire! Our own slaves, for all we know, might be planning with them! They might be planning to slit our throats!”

  “I doubt that will happen,” the emperor said loudly. “I’m sure they fear our punishments.”

  For almost a decade, the Senate had passed several laws that heavily restricted the lives of their slaves. They had a curfew, were forced to carry papers if they had to leave their residences, gatherings with more than two members were forbidden, and more. The slightest offence, such as raising their voices above a certain pitch, was given the punishment of no less than five lashes on the post.

  They wanted to break the spirits of their slaves until they were nothing more than lifeless husks until this storm passed over. If it passed over, that is.

  “What do you suggest then, my lord?” a senator asked the emperor. “The treasury is empty from your constant wars, in which last time I checked, have not gained us any important land.”

  The emperor narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth. “I was protecting our interests. Something that I have always done!”

  “And have seemingly nothing to show for it,” a senator argued. “Not only that, but you have no heir.”

  “Excuse me?” the emperor asked.

  “You made your son kill himself, and your daughter fled with the enemy!” a senator pointed out. “What do you have to show for it? Keeping your son’s wife around?”

  “What I do with my personal life is none of your business,” the emperor growled. “I was chosen by the gods to rule all of Rome, not you. So, I suggest you stay in your place. This meeting is over.”

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  Aurelia was brushing her hair when the emperor came into their bedchamber. She could tell that the Senate meeting did not go well, and mentally groaned. It was going to take a lot of sex to cool down his temper tonight.