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Legion

Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

at her dripping clothes. As he slumbered, she slipped the shirt over her head once more and huddled closer to the fire. Hanging the tattered rag nearby to dry, she rubbed her palms down her arms, comfortingly. Glancing down at her own pale skin - highlighted by the pink flashes of her stiffened nipples and the shade of deep red that seemed to throb between her thighs - she couldn’t help peering at the sleeping man’s darker, richer skin. Her hand gently slid across her swollen sex and she struggled to contain the gasp behind her lips. ‘I wish I could thank him. Maybe I am safer here.’ *** Vespasian begrudgingly rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, licking and smacking his dry lips. The very air seemed tense and close, with a biting chill in the air. Beyond it all, though, was the gentle crackling of a fire. His eyes flew open and he sat upright in his cot, his head and heart pounding as the hill fort flashed before him. He could hear the screams and the breaking timbers, bringing him out in a fiery, sweltering sweat. He saw no devastating scene, no rampage and violent conquest. His head, instead, tipped gently to the side in appreciation of the view before him. A tight, white ass seemed to float ahead of him – swaying from side to side in the flickering, silhouetted light of the fire. Perched on long, slender legs that rippled with the tiny movements, the girl was quietly humming a tune to herself. Bending to the floor, she seemed to grasp at a cloth, holding it ... before the fire. Vespasian only saw the red, glowing heat between her alabaster thighs – the smooth, seductive shape of her sex shown before his very eyes. The girl stood, shaking out the cloth she was holding. Her hair cascaded down the length of her dimpled back like the waves of a sea kissed by sunset. Her entire body tensed and rippled with every tiny movement, until at last she turned to face him. Both pairs of eyes widened at once as they both jumped in surprise – ashamed of being caught. The girl wrapped her flimsy shirt around herself, mumbling and talking under her breath in a tongue the Roman couldn’t begin to understand. He stood, hands out in apology and stepped towards her, but the girl retreated. Hiding behind a support pole, she watched him sit again on the side of his cot and lay his head in his hands. “What were you staring at, you stupid fool? Have you never seen a woman before?” Vespasian grumbled to himself. “Okay, she’s beautiful, but… For fuck’s sake, man, she’s a native! She’s a Briton! Why is she even here? God, I should’ve left her where she…” He stopped as he heard a quiet, padded footstep nearby. Vespasian looked up through the web of his fingers. She stood watching him and released her robe, to float harmlessly to the floor. The Legate looked up and couldn’t help but stare at the lithe, athletic figure of the woman in front of him. Her hair fell around her beautiful face, framing her shining green eyes. Her figure was slender, with breasts he could ...