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Ties That Bind

Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

late, soldiers from his own command arrived. "The chief tribune has attacked me in my own apartments, and I fear I have not long to live. Bring me a witness," he commanded. "Bring the physician," the soldiers yelled. Time raced by as no one appeared, and the darkness crept in closer. Marcus wondered if he would manage to live long enough to give his dying orders. The magistrate's witness appeared with the medic on his heels. "Listen," Marcus called to the witness. The medic pushed forward to attend his shoulder. "I know my time has ended," Marcus stated. "It is my will that this slave woman be made free. I grant her this freedom not for the pleasures I have taken from her, but for the service she has given the Empire. Her ability to speak to the traders in their own language has greatly benefited the Empire, and she is now free." Marcus made one last effort to see that the witness had marked his words. He wished he could see her face one last time, but the darkness swallowed him, and he let out his final breath. --- Mors is a cruel god, sparing some while others must die. Marcus never realized how cruel Death could be until he opened his eyes in the afterlife, and saw that she was there with him. He struggled to voice his objection. She gently kissed his brow, and told him he needed to rest. She gave him a cool drink, and the darkness took him again. Several times, Marcus woke in the afterlife, and she sent him back into the darkness. It took him far too long to realize that ... Pluto, the god of the underworld, had turned him away. Living is its own challenge. It does not come without rewards. Marcus was made senior Tribune. He was cleared of any charges because he had been attacked in his own rooms. With no one to replace him, it was likely he would remain in the northern province for an additional ten years. Upon hearing reports of his death, Marcus' wife had divorced him and married his brother. After hearing the tragic news of his recovery, she had petitioned the Emperor Domitian to allow the divorce. She argued that it would be a hardship for any woman to be married to a man who had faced death. The Emperor agreed. The slave woman did not seem to care. She had stayed with him as he healed, often seeming to stand guard over him as he dealt with the business of the province. Every night, after tending his wound, she slept at his side. That wound had barely begun to heal, and his arm was almost too weak to move, the first time that she made love to him. She had changed the dressings on the wound, and had slid into bed beside him when she noticed that he was not falling asleep as he should have. She quickly discovered that her presence beside him had had the opposite effect of relaxing him. Her hand gently caressed his hardened member. "You are a free woman now," he said softly. "I cannot ask this of you." "You nearly gave your life to defend me," she answered. "I will have no other." "My body burns with need, but I am weak," he barely whispered. ...