1. Cyprian and Rona


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Benvolios_cousin, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    The Caesar was weak. Rome was under constant attack, from the barbarians on the outside to the corrupt, self-centered politicians on the inside. Only a handful of experienced, powerful senators rose above the shortsighted rivalries and greed to keep any semblance of balance and order within the mighty empire. The most respected and feared of all was Senator Cyprian. Mid-fifties, salt and pepper hair, and an unmatched breadth of experience and wisdom, he knew how to glide through the slimy underbelly of Roman politics without soiling his own sterling reputation. Striking out only when necessary and effective, Cyprian was calculating and coolheaded; the exact opposite of the bacchanalian Roman political elite. His calm demeanor belied a steely-eyed leader, a man who made up for his lack of compassion with a limitless patience. He was a master of his craft. A watchman. A killer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Angerona was a young girl when he found her. Her village had been destroyed by the barbarians, both of her parents killed while she slept. The first thing she remembered from that day was a strong hand pulling her from the rubble of her home. The man, dressed in the proud outfit of the centurion, gave her food and water from his personal cache, and looked her in the eye. “Young woman, do you speak Latin?” “Yes,” Angerona replied. “And Greek…and Aramaic. My father is…was…a trader. I learned everything from him.” “Are you a barbarian? Visigoth? Frank?” ...
    “No, sir. My parents were from Dalmatia.” “What is your name, Roman?” “Angerona. I was named after the ancient protector of Rome. But everyone calls me Rona.” “Well Rona the Roman, from now on you will be my page. Your parents are gone, but you will be taken care of. I am Cyprian, and I will protect you. Do you understand?” And with that, he carried her off. She never shed a tear; she never even spent more than a few moments dwelling on her lost family or home. With Cyprian, she felt secure and safe. She sensed in him a quiet, resolute strength she hadn’t felt before. She was his, and she felt comfortable by his side. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx As Rona grew older, she became colder, more calculating; just like Cyprian. Her body was perhaps her greatest weapon, a weeping willow with poison branches. When she swayed into a room, every man, discreetly or openly, ate her with their eyes. Her large, firm breasts, barely contained in her cotton top, jostled with every step. Her curvy stomach, strong legs, and toned, sensuous buttocks moved rhythmically, capturing and holding the imagination long after she left. Although none of this was lost on Cyprian, he never disclosed his lust for Rona; not even to himself. He knew her intellect and sex appeal were the most potent weapons in his arsenal. Men grew weak in Rona’s presence, and Cyprian often used her to soften his political targets. Her lips rarely breaking into a smile, she never ...
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