Roman Delight Ch. 04

"No," he said, smiling. "Just admiring the view."

He was about to get behind her and slide his cock in when he got an idea.

"How much to go for a walk with me?" he asked her.

She looked at him puzzled. "A walk? Why?" she asked suspiciously.

He pleaded innocence. "Look," he implored, "nothing funny. I just want to talk to you for a little while. You remind me of someone I was close to."

"A denarius for an hour," she said.

"Done!"

The two talked and walked around the city, stopped at a popina for some wine and he even convinced her to dance with him at square where a group of harpists where playing. It had been almost two hours when they returned to the drinking hall and he paid her five denarii for her time and company.

"What's your name?" Marius asked and gave his own name.

Normally she didn't like giving her name, it made interactions too personal and introduced complications she didn't care for. But, this young Roman man was different, charming, and he seemed genuine.

"Mary," she replied.

Over the next month he stopped by several times and paid her to walk with him. She came to enjoy these walks and realized he sincerely wanted more from her than just her pussy.

One evening as he came in she asked in a playful voice, "Ready to go out back again or do you want another walk?"

He tossed her a gold aureus.

"How about we get a private room and you stay with me the entire night?" he asked.

Her eyes widened as she saw gold coin gleam in the torch light of the drinking hall. She looked into his eyes, searching for his intentions. All she saw was his pure desire and a longing to be with her. She was a little baffled why this young Roman soldier would want to be with her, but having gotten to know him she was willing to take the risk. She led him to a nearby inn that had a few private rooms. He paid the keeper and the two went in and laid on a straw filled mattress.

She looked at him and smiled, "Sooo... how do you want to do this?"

He leaned in and kissed her full on the lips, softly, passionately. It almost took her breath away. She returned the kiss, dipping the tip of her tongue into his mouth until it met his. He slid his had under her short top and cupped her breast, caressing her nipple with his middle finger. She moaned softly into his mouth not wanting to break the kiss just yet.

She reached down, finding her way under his tunic and stroked his semi-hard cock to its full power. They stayed like this, connected through their kiss and stoking each other's passion. His cock soon became very slippery as his pre-cum oozed out lubricating the tender handjob he was getting. He pulled back finally breaking their kiss and stood to undress. She also removed her clothing and laid back down waiting for him. He knelt before he picking up her leg and lightly kissing her toes and working over the top of her foot and up her leg, leaving a trail of light delicate kisses along the way. Her breathing became heavy and she could feel tingles run up her leg each time his lips touched her. At her knee he moved to the inside of her leg slowly moving up her inner thigh, until he got within inches of her pussy.

She could feel a heat coming from her pussy that she had never experienced before. In all her years with all the men she'd fucked, she had never felt like this before. Her whole body buzzed with anticipation. Her pussy ached to be touched, to be filled by this Roman who could play her body like a flute. His breath mingled with the heat of her pussy and she could feel him getting closer, so close.

She gasped as his tongue made contact, it was light and fluid, like liquid heat. His tongue ran along the folds of her lips, barely touching them, then a little harder through the slit, but just as slow until, finally he touched her clit. She let out a long low moan, she had never been touched like this in her life, not one man ever bothered to lavish her with such adoration. He lingered at her clit, making delicate swipes along both sides, then kissing it. She squirmed as waves a pleasure rippled through her body. The heat from her pussy seemed to spread completely through her body, enveloping her. She could feel her arousal building to new heights when he left her clit, leaving her maidenly frustrated and wanting.

He continued his trail of kisses over her stomach to breasts where he kissed around the generous mounds in smaller and smaller circles until he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently and swirled his tongue around it. This was more than she could bear and arousal broke free from its captivity, lifting her to an orgasm the likes of which she'd never thought possible. Her whole body went rigid and she thrashed about as he maintained his lip lock on her nipple. As her orgasm subsided he continued kissing up her neck then back to her lips where she sucked his tongue into her mouth, at the same time his cock pressed up against the entrance of her slick pussy and slowly, agonizingly slow, he entered her. She could feel her lips part to allow his turgid member in until her pussy fully swathed his cock. Equally as slow, he withdrew, right to the point to where she could feel the flair of his head stretch her hole then back in again.

With the rhythmic timing of water clock he slide his cock into her depths and back out. Each thrust took her to higher and higher until she felt as if she was dwelling with her God. As his tempo increased so did her pleasure until it plateaued and she came again with force of raging torrent. She bit her lip this time stifling her screams of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around his cock as if to prevent it from moving but it slide through her relentlessly until it flooded her with hot cum. The two of them writhed in contorted motions as their orgasms mingled, their consciousness ascending to the Gods before they were returned to their mortal frames. She felt delirious, two overpowering orgasms in one encounter was another first and she reveled in it. Who was this Roman?

He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, his hard cock still inside her. She rested he head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. They stayed like that for some time without speaking, just enjoying the feel of each other's bodies and fell asleep holding each other.

Over the next month Marius and Mary continued to meet as often as he could. He was now apprenticed to the engineering corps and spent a lot of time out learning to survey and supervise the building of roads and aqueducts. But each time they were together they were just as passionate. He had developed serious feelings for this girl. He knew this would be a complicated relationship. He was a Roman, she was a Hebrew and their cultures didn't exactly jive. Despite that, he felt a connection with her more than he'd felt with any other woman.

She had given up her work at the brothel for him. It was money her family relied on, although they didn't really know what kind of work she did. Marius had inquired about getting her paid work with the Roman army support, doing laundry or cooking. Before anything could come of that she announced she would be going back home for a time to see her family and try to sort out in her mind how she could be falling in love with a Roman.

Days turned into weeks and his longing for Mary only increased. It was like a dark hole in his chest. He threw himself into his apprenticeship doing as much as he could to keep her off his mind. Sex with other girls simply lost its luster, they had no allure, no connection. It was fucking for the sake of fucking. He wanted Mary back.

The next week he accompanied several of the engineers and a unit of soldiers to survey a route for a road that was to be built from Caesarea to Jerusalem then to Jericho. The main road between Caesarea and Jerusalem had already been surveyed and was now being planned. The leg to Jericho still needed to be surveyed. They had spent a day looking over detailed maps before finally deciding on the best route. The only problem was a small village that sat right in the middle of the planned route.

The survey expedition rode out towards the village, half a day from Jericho. Marius expected they were going to meet with village elders and convince them to relocate, and offer help construct a new well and few structures but that was easy stuff for the soldiers.

"Here is how we deal with villages," the senior engineer told Marius.

He sent two soldiers into the village as if looking for someone, harassing and knocking people aside as they passed until they found their catalyst. They targeted a young woman at a well, propositioning her in the crudest of language. From their hiding place Marius couldn't hear what they said but knew it wasn't good when she slapped them for their indecency. Marius squinted in the bright light trying to make out the features of the girl. From this distance there was something familiar with the way she moved. The soldier threw her to ground ripping her dress open, exposing her nakedness underneath then picked her up by the hair and groped her. Marius' blood went cold, it was Mary.

He stood up suddenly, shouting, "STOP!" but he was too far away for the perpetrators to hear.

He turned to the engineer, "You've got to stop them!"

He started running towards the village shouting for them to stop. He witnessed a quick succession of events but was powerless to stop them. Two young men emerged from the dwelling and started throwing stones at the soldiers. This was all cause the soldiers needed, a rebellion. The soldier made shrill whistle and the rest of the units seem to appear immediately. Mary was still struggling, dangling by her hair in the soldiers grip when he drew his gladius and plunged it straight threw her.

Marius collapsed at the sight of girl he loved dropped to ground in a bloody heap. He looked up to sky, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he cursed the Gods. He arose and continued running towards the village as the soldiers proceeded with their slaughter. He arrived at the spot where his Mary lay, blood oozing for large gash in her abdomen, forming a crimson pool under her. He propped her up and she looked him registering surprise.

Her voice was almost inaudible as she spoke, "Why are you doing this?"

"It was a mistake." He told her, tears staining the dust on his face.

"My family told me the Romans are evil, I told them about you and they laughed at me."

"This wasn't supposed to happen." He pleaded to her.

"I still love..." her voice trailed off as she took her last breath.

Marius laid her gently back on the ground, his heart filling with rage. He drew his gladius and charged the man who had taken her life. With one swift motion he drove the sword into the man's back, striking just under the ribcage and slicing up though his organs until it split his heart. The man didn't even have a chance to scream before he was dead. Marius withdrew his sword letting the man fall to the ground and returned to Mary's body. He scooped her up and carried her away from what remained of the carnage. At his moment his future was suddenly in doubt, but one thing was clear, he had to find a way out of the legions.

Marius had nightmares every night, replaying the slaughter of his Mary over and over. He kept seeing the pain on her face, the betrayal of him as her lover and a Roman. When he couldn't take her gaze any longer he turned his head where all he could see was a vast wasteland of dead bodies with fellow brother soldiers waking through those still alive and hacking them to pieces. He would wake up in a cold sweat, his body shaking.

"Here is how we deal with villagers." That is was the engineer had said, like it was common place to destroy innocent lives. For what? Building a road so the troops could move faster.

He couldn't live like this. He didn't want to be responsible for killing poor farmers with their women and children. If this is what it meant to build an empire he wanted nothing to do with it. The only problem was getting out. The legion had a twenty year commitment. He could have his father pay for an early discharge but he'd still be contributing to the empire even as a citizen. He was ashamed to be a Roman. His only other choice was to walk away, a deserter. He could live with that far easier than the blood that would surely be on his hands if he stayed. If he left he would never see his family or his sister again. He would never know the opulent life again or receive his inheritance. He would be branded a coward and executed if he was ever caught. He would live the rest of his life in exile. But it was that or go mad from the nightmares.

Babylon would be his best bet. Remnants of Alexander the Greats conquests still remained, making Greek a common language throughout the Parthian territory and he spoke Aramaic as well, if needed he would learn Akkadian and Persian. He began his preparations immediately.

His flight would have be fast and stealthy. He began stockpiling high energy travel food; dried meat, smoked pork fat and nuts. He would have to go on foot, making it easier to hide than with a horse. He would also need money. He had squandered most of the extra coin he had brought and only had fifteen denarii left. That would get him by but more would be better.

On the day of his departure, he began to waver. It wasn't too late, if he turned back no one would be the wiser and he could continue as normal. But was he still normal? He kept seeing Mary's eyes bore into him as she lay dying in road. The accusatory and heart sick way she looked at him continued to haunt his dreams. No! He couldn't contribute to a system that took the lives of her and her family so casually. He steeled his nerves and made his final preparations.

He equipped a horse with aqueduct supplies; bags of lime, sand and stone cutting tools. He feigned the need for an emergency delivery for a repair of Caesarea's aqueduct. As his century left for the evening meal he hung back checking the supplies on the horse. As soon as the last man left the barracks he made a quick search for coins and collected another two hundred and twelve denarii. That was a year's pay and should provide well for him but now he was both a thief and a deserter.

He mounted the horse and rode out of the camp giving his report of aqueduct maintenance to the guards. He rode north along the Jordan River until he was out of sight of Jericho, then dumped his cargo and turned east, riding hard until it was dark. He continued on horseback until he reached the mountains a few hours later then ditched the horse and walked. He tried sleeping but he was too keyed up to even close his eyes so he walked all night. It was slow going with only a half moon to light his way in the rough mountainous terrain. When first light came he was still in mountains, having made very little progress in the dark. By late morning he finally breached the mountains, which meant he was out of Roman territory.

He looked out at vast expanse of barren wasteland in front of him and breathed in freedom. His worried mind eased a bit but he could still be captured. A lot of trade went on between cities outside of Roman territory. There were no legionaries but there would undoubtedly be a bounty posted on him and cities this close to the province would most certainly cash in if he were discovered. He made his way into the city of Ammon by that afternoon where he laid low for a few days. He bought himself a scimitar, which he didn't like, it so unwieldy compared to the short and precise gladius that he had trained with, but it would do. With a sword on his belt he was able to get hired as a guard for the trading caravan heading to Babylon. As the caravan set out early the next morning he entered his new life as an exile, never to return to his homeland again.