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Legion
Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories
the two men turned in anger, a war cry building in their throats. Their trained hands snapped to their sheathed swords, tearing the weapons from their scabbards as they leapt to their feet. The Legate stared them down, defiantly facing his soldiers with his plumed helmet held high. The Legionaries stopped dead in their tracks, amazed, as the Legate’s tribunes formed up around him, presenting a wall of sharpened steel. “Go now, before I change my mind.” Vespasian’s tone was quiet, but carried the menace no legionary would dare to question. The men retreated at once, scattering into the fort’s twisted streets. Vespasian hauled the girl – shaking and delirious – onto his shoulder and tossed her over the saddle of a nearby tribune with ease. She did not resist, now sobbing quietly into the leather piece. The assembled group shared questioning looks. All eyes avoided the unmistakable flash of her bare thighs in the fire light. “I want her alive,” Vespasian growled, mounting his own horse again. “Take her to my quarters. She might have useful information.” The Legate turned to stare down his confused tribune with a look that made the man sink into his saddle. “Now! Go!” Eyes wide and shocked, the tribune turned and tore out of the once proud gateway, leaving the Legion’s officers to mill about in a strangely quiet moment of shared confusion. *** The girl sobbed almost endlessly, eyes streaming into the dark leather saddle. Her eyes never lifted when the horse cantered into a camp ...