“Esteemed General Gaius Agricola, leader of the Southern armies, along with your Emperor, Vespasius, are pleased to give you, the trio of terror!”
I roll my head to the side as the large doors open with a heavy groan. I’ve seen so many things come out of that door, that I’m not worried one bit.
Not now that I’m fighting for my Elovissa. My Venus. My muse.
I’ll cut through anything presented in front of me if it meant getting home to her and her ripe little virgin body.
The crowd roars as three dark men walk into the arena holding chains. At the end of each chain is a beast I’ve seen only once before. It was my seventh or eighth match in the arena. Afterward, I learned they were called hyenas. Their jaws can snap a man’s bone with one bite, but they die just as easily with the plunge of a sword.
I grip the handle of my sword as the three men begin to circle around me, their hungry wild beasts snapping and pulling at their chains to get to my sweaty flesh.
With Elovissa’s name on my lips and the image of her slender body on my mind, I grip my sword and get to work.
I must look like an animal as I walk back to my cell with the blood of my fallen opponents drying on my body.
The beasts were easy to slay, but the men put up a fight that would make Mars proud. Unfortunately for them, my sword was quicker, my wits stronger.
And my will—fortified by my virgin muse—was impenetrable.
“Great fight, Kaeso,” the guard says with a grin as I pass him. “I won ten silver denarii. Enough to take my girl out on the town. Anything I can do for you?”
“Remove the men from the baths,” I say as I walk to my cell. “I want privacy.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says as he sprints past me to empty it, unlocking my cell along the way.
I suck in a breath as I stand at the iron bars, watching my love sleeping on the bed. She’s curled up under the blankets and the serene peaceful sight of her washes the adrenaline of battle away. In its place comes a loving warmth so sweet that it brings water to my eyes.
The creek of the iron door opening awakens her and she sits up with a gasp. My hands squeeze into fists, hating that this ripe beauty is wracked by fear of men. I’ll spend the rest of my unworthy life instilling a sense of safety and love inside her to replace that angst.
Her eyes widen with a different kind of fear when she sees me. “You’re hurt?”
She jumps out of bed and is in front of me at once, examining my body for wounds.
“It’s the spilled blood of my opponents,” I whisper to her, watching as she takes my big arm and turns it around to check for any gashes underneath. There’s nothing there but solid unyielding muscle. “I am not hurt. The only pain I experienced was the pain in my heart from being so far from you.”
Her soft sleepy green eyes make their way up to mine and my heart wrenches around in my mighty chest like a thrashing beast.
“Come,” she says as she takes my wrist in her tiny hands. “Let me wash this off you.”
I let her guide me to the baths where we’re alone once again. The waterfall is roaring as it surges out of the rock wall into the warm baths below.
My Elovissa is a true enchantress. So pure and innocent that she could bring the gods themselves to their knees.
I gaze down at her pristine angelic face, loving that she has a wild untamed personality to match.
Her tiny fingers being to work on the straps of the leather armor strapped to my forearm, pulling and sliding it until the manicae slips free and falls to the cold wet stone under our feet.
I get a chill on my hot sweaty skin as she runs her fingertips up my forearm, making sure that every bit of me is intact.
This woman already feels like home. And for a slave like me, being sold and dragged across the Empire multiple times over the years, that’s saying a lot.
She’s what’s been missing in my life. I didn’t know what I was lacking then, but I know now. And I’m not about to lose it now that it’s finally here.
I want to be the man this ravishing enchantress deserves. The one who will shower her with love and adoration, but I’ve never known anything besides brute force. I’ve never been good at anything but killing.
How can a savage animal like me possibly be worthy of this dazzling angelic girl?
She is much too short to reach the gaderus on my shoulders, so I peel it off my slick skin and toss it behind me. It’s the last of my armor. I’m bare-chested with nothing on but my bloodstained loincloth.
Elovissa looks up at me with excitement in her bright eyes as she reaches for the pin holding it around my waist.
The thought of her yesterday with those tiny hands wrapped around my throbbing cock begins to make my manhood harden yet again. It was the best moment of my life.
She slides out the metal pin and the loincloth falls to the floor. A startled gasp escapes from her wet parted lips when she sees my towering member standing tall and thick for her.
I don’t want her innocent hands on me until I’ve washed this wretched blood off so I step into the baths and head for the waterfall.
I can feel her eager eyes on me as I step under the falling water, letting it slam into my shoulders and neck as it washes the blood away. It stains the water red and then slowly travels toward the drain, disappearing forever.
“Mmmm,” I moan as the force of the water massages my tired weary neck. I close my eyes and let the constant weight soothe my muscles.
When I’m feeling nice and relaxed—the horrible shrieks and screams from the battle fading into a distant memory—I open my eyes and see a wondrous sight.
Elovissa’s arms are behind her back and she’s got a sensuous grin on her face that’s in pure opposition to the honest virginal woman I know she is. She releases the clasps holding her dress together and lets it fall to her feet.
My head goes as light as the summer clouds as I feast on her naked body. She’s standing there shyly with her hands clasped over the dark tuft of hair between her legs.
I swallow hard when I gaze at her voluptuous breasts and the firm delicious nipples that I desperately want to touch.
My cock aches fiercely as she begins to walk forward on her slender bare feet, each step making her shapely thighs sway and her curvy breasts jiggle.
She’s a timeless perfection.
And she’s all mine.
My undeserving heart aches with need as she steps into the water and comes to me…
Chapter Five
Elovissa
Kaeso looks like an immovable statue as he stands there with the powerful waterfall beating down on his solid shoulders. His eyes, both lit from the flame of the torches and from the hungry desire within, are locked on my naked body as I step into the warm water.
He didn’t ask this of me. No slave master ordered me to disrobe. This is my doing. I’m choosing to bare all for him.
Not a vicious slaver, or my tyrannical mother. It’s my choice alone who I give my maidenhead too and I want Kaeso to have it.
The rush of water washes away the blood, sweat, and dirt from the battle, leaving only his tanned taut skin. Leaving only him.
He’s no longer the most deadly warrior in all of the Roman Empire, or the most decorated gladiator to step foot in the Colosseum. He is just Kaeso and I am just Elovissa, and together we are both lovers about to come together for the first time. Our love is all that matters in this moment.