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Lucilla grimaced as she pulled her veil closer around her face. “Father, must we stay here in the sun? I’m burning, and look at Commodus, he’s already panting. It’s hot here.” Marcus sighed with frustration at his spoiled children. Lucilla was eighteen, with perfect ivory skin and rich brown eyes. His son, well, Marcus sighed again, with a sort of disappointment. Commodus was not as strong as Lucilla. He was 15, and should have been coming into his manhood, but instead he still had the body of a boy. Lucilla’s voice pierced Marcus’ reverie again. “Father? Are you even listening to me?” He turned to her with annoyance. “Go inside Lucilla. If you cannot enjoy the first visit you’ve had with your father in years, then please do go inside.” Lucilla flounced away as Commodus came to sit in her place, by his father.
“Father, tell me again of the battle that won this glorious place for Rome.” Marcus looked vaguely irritated. “Commodus, it is in your history books. Do you not read? You must educate yourself on the history of Rome if you are ever to succeed me.” Commodus’ face fell, but Marcus did not notice as he stood to greet a handsome young legionnaire coming up the beach towards them.
“Emperor,” the soldier said with a humble bow. “I came at your summons.”
“Maximus! I am glad to see you again. Please, meet my son, Commodus.”
Maximus smiled broadly and bowed again, “It is good to see you, my lord. Welcome to Hispania.”
Commodus smiled almost shyly. “Legionnaire, this is a beautiful country. I would like to see more of it, when there is time for a tour.”
Maximus smiled again, and said, “I am at your service, my lord.”
Lucilla stood in the doorway of the villa, looking at the strong young man standing with her father and brother, and regretted having come inside. She wondered if there were any good excuse for going back without having her father’s critical eye on her. A feral smile crossed her face and she stepped back out into the sunlight. “Brother! Come join me!” She knew the sun was catching the golden-red highlights in her dark hair as the three faces turned towards her. Her eyes were only for the young soldier, and she did not notice the rapt expression on her brother’s face.
“Lucilla!” her father called. “Come down here. I’d like for you to meet someone.”
She regally stepped down the flagstone steps and presented herself as the emperor’s daughter.
“Maximus, this is my lovely daughter Lucilla. I am hoping she will lose some of her willful nature on this trip.” Lucilla scowled briefly before resuming her pleasant facade.
“Sir, I am pleased to make the acquaintance of one of my father’s favorite soldiers. He has spoken often of your skill in battle.”
Marcus looked faintly perplexed, but Maximus was fairly beaming. To hear such praise, and from such a beauty! “My lady Lucilla, please find me at your service for the length of your stay. Do you ride?”
Lucilla looked surprised. “Ride? In a chariot I assume?”
Maximus looked faintly embarrassed. “Well, my lady, that can certainly be arranged, but I meant on a horse. There are beautiful areas around here I would love to show you, if you please.”
Lucilla laughed softly. “No, dear man, I do not ride horses. If you could arrange a litter, or perhaps a chariot if it isn’t too far, I will gladly join you. The sun is far too harsh on me here.”
Maximus hid his disappointment, but Commodus volunteered, “I will join you Maximus! I would love to show father my riding lessons have been well learned!”
Maximus smiled indulgently, “Of course my lord. I shall arrange a ride whenever you please.”
Lucilla took her leave and paraded back up to the villa. She stopped at the entrance and waved beguilingly. “I will see you again, I’m sure.” She moved out of sight, and Maximus found himself able to breathe again.
Marcus smiled at his favorite. “Maximus, go see to your new quarters here, then please join us for dinner.”
Maximus looked surprised. “My lord, I cannot presume to join you for dinner! I - I do not know the proper - My lord, I simply cannot.” He was embarrassed at his rustic manners, Marcus realized.
“Maximus, I am a soldier. I do not pretend to be of the Roman court any more. You have dined with me in my tent before.”
Maximus nodded. “But your family, Caesar. They are not accustomed to a barbarian like myself. They are of Rome. Truly.”
Commodus was practically glowing with pride as he watched this exchange. Pride, and something else. This strong soldier was truly his ideal. Exactly what he, Commodus, wanted to be. Strong, brave, and deserving of his father’s smiles of approval. “Maximus, even if my father did not, I must insist you join us. I wish to hear of battles!”
Maximus smiled indulgently. “My lord, battles are not the sort of thing you would wish to speak of while dining. They are most unsavory.”
Marcus looked annoyed again. “Commodus, please go tell your sister that we will have company for dinner, and I expect both of you to be on your best behavior. You will not insult a soldier of Rome with your own poor manners.”
He did not notice as his son’s face fell with disappointment. Commodus smiled faintly at Maximus to take his leave, and then went into the cool darkness of the villa. Lucilla was sitting at a window, out of view, but clearly watching the men outside. Commodus looked at her perfect profile, and felt his breath catch. He knew somehow that what he felt for his sister wasn’t right, but she was so beautiful, and always so kind to him, even when she was a perfect fright to everyone else.
“Lucilla?” he asked softly.
She turned as if caught. “Oh Commodus! You surprised me!”
“Did you not see me coming in? You were just looking outside.”
Lucilla looked vaguely guilty, and said, “I was thinking about something. Now, what shall we do this afternoon? Father said he wanted us to go swimming, but I don’t want to freckle in that awful sun. What can we do inside?”
Commodus smiled. “We should prepare ourselves for this evening! Maximus is coming to dinner.”
The greedy smile that came across Lucilla’s face surprised him. “Really? Well, you are absolutely right darling! We must prepare for him! Have you ever seen such a - oh never mind. Do call the servants together. I shall be a perfect hostess tonight.”
She stood and imperiously strode towards the villa’s bedrooms.
Commodus watched her go, with a sad expression on his face. His sister was obviously quite taken with the legionnaire. He sighed, and went to gather the servants before she returned.
The candles burned in wall sconces and on the large dining table as Maximus was led into the room. He was dressed in his finest clothing, which was still alarmingly provincial in his opinion, but it was clean and he had had his hair and beard freshly trimmed in town. Marcus turned from a table with wine and smiled broadly. “Maximus! I am so happy you chose to join us!”
A vision appeared in the doorway opposite Maximus. Lucilla, wearing a golden gown, her hair falling in soft curls about perfect white shoulders, her face lit with a radiant smile. Maximus felt as though he had just been hit in the stomach. Marcus saw he had lost his attention, and turned to see what he was looking at. When he realized it was his headstrong daughter, he looked a bit worried.
Commodus entered behind Lucilla, wearing a pristine white toga with an elaborate brooch at the shoulder. His hair had been coaxed into behavior with a scented pomade and he knew he looked every inch the successor to the emperor’s throne. Maximus could not fail to be impressed, he thought. Nor could Lucilla.
They were seated, with Marcus and Lucilla at the ends of the table, Commodus and Maximus facing one another on the long sides. Lucilla filled the evening with her idle chatter as Marcus and Maximus looked faintly bemused. Commodus could not decide where to look, his sister’s animated face, Maximus’ strong patient visage, or his father’s noble bearing.
After the servants had cleared the dishes away, and the sweet wine had been served, Marcus stood and smiled at his children. “You may leave us now. Maximus and I have much to discuss tonight.” Commodus looked openly upset, but Lucilla simply looked angry. “Father, you will not send me away as if I were a child!”
Maximus had the grace to look away from her tantrum and pretend to study the nearest wall sconce as her father turned to her in surprise. “Lucilla. I do not wish to share this discussion with you. It is not your concern. This involves the army, not the latest fashions of Rome.” Lucilla scowled angrily. “Father, you brought me here to learn about the cultures of the Empire outside of the walls of Rome. Here I am. Let this man teach me.”
Maximus stepped further away as Marcus eyed his daughter carefully. “I think there will be time enough for Maximus to show you the countryside tomorrow Lucilla. Go to bed now, so you will be well rested. He is a soldier, and he will not be pleased when you are fanning yourself at the roadside when he is impatient to move on.”
Lucilla swallowed her anger and smiled almost pleasantly. “Of course Father. You think only of me. Maximus, I bid you goodnight. I know I shall dream tonight of the fair country I see around me. Tomorrow, you may show me more of it.”
Maximus smiled gallantly. “Yes, my lady, I am at your bidding.”
She fluttered her lashes at him with a brilliant smile, and gracefully retreated from the room. Commodus realized his father and Maximus had completely forgotten him, and he slunk out of the room behind her.
Lucilla stopped halfway down the hall and turned back with a furious expression on her face. “How dare he?” she hissed. “I am of marrying age, and he throws me out like a little girl! He will regret this, Commodus. He will regret this until the day he dies.” Commodus was stunned at her rage, and he reached to touch her arm. “Lucilla, please, don’t be so angry. Father didn’t want to upset you. They’re talking about the army. You don’t want to hear things like that. Now, come sit with me. You know I don’t like new places. Especially when it’s dark.”
Lucilla reluctantly accompanied Commodus to his room and waited outside while his manservant helped him to bed. She then went in and sat by his bed next to the lamp. “Lucilla?” Commodus ventured.
“Yes, brother?”
“I love you. Thank you for always being so kind to me.”
Lucilla sighed. “Brother, I will always love you. You are the only one who even tries to understand that I am not a silly girl. I am my father’s daughter.”
Commodus fell silent, contemplating this, and eventually drifted to sleep. Lucilla retired to her own room after she was sure he would not reawaken and be frightened.
The next morning dawned fair and bright. Lucilla dressed early, and went downstairs to find her father. Marcus was having breakfast on the porch overlooking the ocean.
“Good morning Father! May I join you?”
Marcus smiled indulgently at his daughter. “Of course. Isn’t Hispania beautiful in the morning?”
Lucilla smiled as she helped herself to a piece of fruit. “It’s lovely while it’s still cool. Will your soldier be here to show me about soon?”
Marcus scowled. “Lucilla, I realize Maximus is a handsome young man, but please do not get any ideas into your head about him. You know you will be married to a political man, not a mere soldier.”
Lucilla pretended to be shocked. “Father! I would never presume to be interested in a provincial like that man! I am the daughter of Rome. I am the daughter of the current emperor, sister to the next. Why would I even favor a soldier with a look?”
Marcus smiled again. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, dearest. Now, are you ready for an excursion? Maximus is in the stables right now arranging for your horses.”
Lucilla made a mew of distress. “Father, you know I do not ride. I told you both that last night.”
“We know, daughter. That’s why he’s bringing a chariot. The horses are attached.”
Lucilla blushed faintly. “Of course. I wasn’t thinking.”
The sound of hooves announced the arrival of the legionnaire. He was driving a chariot pulled by two shining black horses with gracefully flowing manes and tails. Lucilla clapped her hands in delight. “They’re beautiful!”
Maximus smiled proudly. “They are Spanish horses. As far as I know they are bred only here.”
Lucilla happily took his hand and stepped up beside him in the chariot. He bowed again to Marcus, and started to drive away.
“Wait Maximus! You cannot leave without the guards,” Marcus called.
Maximus looked perplexed. “There’s no danger here, Emperor. Why do we need guards?”
Marcus responded even as he waved his servant over. “Maximus, the Praetorian guard always accompanies the royal family. You know the guard is always within calling distance of me.”
Maximus nodded. He simply hadn’t thought of Lucilla as being in need of protection other than his own. No one would lay a hand on her while he was around, he knew. It never occurred to him that some might think she needed protection from him.
Two guards were brought, with their own mounts, and they followed the chariot at a discreet distance as they drove out into the sunny morning. Lucilla was torn between watching the ocean to her right, the glorious fields to her left, or the incredibly handsome man beside her. She knew it would infuriate her father if she showed any interest, but she was only human. The man’s voice enchanted her as he described the area and the history involved, and his eyes would flicker from the road to meet hers from time to time. They were the color of the sea here, a blue-green that changed with the light. He finally smiled at her, and the way his eyes crinkled was absolutely devastating. “My lady, am I boring you?”
Lucilla almost stuttered as she answered. “Boring me? Why on earth would you think that?”
He laughed, “Because you haven’t said a word in quite some time. I was beginning to think you were sleeping with your eyes open.”
Lucilla laughed embarrassedly. “No, Maximus, I was… Well, I was distracted.”
Maximus looked curious. “Distracted?”
She looked at him more boldly. “You are a handsome man, soldier of Rome. Do you have a wife?”
Maximus blushed as he answered. “My mother and her husband are arranging a marriage for me. They write that there is a girl from a village near ours who is quite beautiful, but I will be allowed to see her before anything is finalized. I do not want to marry a woman I’ve never met.”
Lucilla nodded solemnly. “I understand perfectly. I do not know who I will marry either. I’m not sure I will be given a choice. I must marry a man my father approves of, but I’m not sure he knows anyone good enough!”
Maximus grinned. “He knows me.”
Lucilla laughed and smiled coquettishly at him, even though she realized he didn’t know he could never be a suitor. Ah, but if he thought he could, wouldn’t that show her father her independence?
She allowed her hand to reach over and brush his. “Can we go down towards the beach?”
Maximus smiled warmly. “Of course, my lady. We can do anything you wish.”
Lucilla gave him a promise in a smile, and then turned towards the guards riding behind.
“Stay here and guard the horses. We are going to the beach.”
They bowed in assent, and she and Maximus stepped down, then he carefully guided her down a small path to the sand below. Her delicate shoes were quickly filled with gritty sand, and she was hard-pressed to continue smiling happily, but she managed. The sun had passed overhead while they were driving, so when they reached the beach, they could stand in the shade as long as they stayed close to the cliff. Maximus let go of her hand and walked towards the water to retrieve a shell there. He brought it back to her after he wiped the sand off it. “My lady, please accept this as a symbol of Hispania.”
She smiled happily. “This is beautiful.” She looked up into those magnificent eyes again, and saw how intently he was watching her. When his eyes fell to her mouth, she leaned forward just a bit, just a sway to show him she was - before she could even think of how best to entice him, he was kissing her, taking her breath away as no other suitor ever had.
When he pulled away, she looked so bewildered he grinned at her. “I’m sorry my lady, but you are just irresistible.”
Lucilla laughed then, and looked around them. “Maximus, can we sit and talk? I want to know you better.”
He led her to a grassy area, away from the beach, and in the shadow cast by the cliff. She arranged her skirts as she sank down onto the ground, and he casually relaxed beside her. His large calloused hand practically swallowed hers as he held it. His eyes were scanning her lovely face, as if memorizing every feature. She realized he was quite infatuated with her, and while that was quite suited to her plans, she was also quite flushed with pride about it.
They talked for quite some time, sharing stories about their childhood. Maximus was fascinated by the stories of Rome. Lucilla told him of the hills of Rome, and what each symbolized, she described the Colosseum, and the gladiatorial games, and she told him some history of the Caesars. She was impressed by his knowledge of history. Despite the lack of education in the provinces, the young man was well informed. Eventually though, the talk slowed, and the looks began, and then he reached to kiss her again. Lucilla did not resist.
His mouth claimed hers gently, his hands winding in her luxurious hair as she moved towards him. When he pulled away, she drew him back passionately. As the waves crashed on the beach, she could feel an almost primal desire for this man. She had never known anyone like him. The men who courted her were political men, men who would turn their patrician noses up to lying on a beach, kissing her until she thought she would explode with desire as she did right now. She realized he was easing her back to lie fully on the sand, and she purred contentedly. She had never been taken, and was expected to be a virgin on her wedding night, but right now, all she could think of was this incredible man, touching her, kissing her swanlike neck now, making soft growling sounds as his tongue flickered hot and wet over her skin.
Her hands worked feverishly over his back, stroking the proud tanned neck that was slick with sweat. He opened the front of her gown, exposing the creamy white breasts to his view. He bent to kiss them; licking and nipping gently, listening to her gasps as she became more aroused, and the sound inflamed him more. His own manhood was engorged and uncomfortable, aching to bury itself in her warm body. She moaned softly as he eased himself onto her after pushing her skirts up to her hips. She welcomed him with deep kisses again as she felt him opening her carefully. When she felt the head of his cock brush her damp center, she thrust herself up at him as he drove down, and he pierced her maidenhead quickly. She cried out, but the sound was smothered against his mouth, drawing no attention from above.
He moved slowly in her at first, recognizing her pain, and intent on bringing her pleasure. When he felt her begin to move against him, he moved faster, reaching down between them to rub her clitoris. She arched her body, tightening even more around his throbbing shaft. He groaned and knew he could not contain himself much longer. When he felt her suddenly dig her nails deep into his shoulders, he sealed his mouth over hers again to stifle her cries as she came hard, milking him of his seed at the same time.
Afterwards they lay still, breathing hard, with Lucilla’s hand stroking the back of his hair. When he looked up, he kissed her, then murmured, “I’m sorry. I never should have done this. I just…” She shushed him gently. “I wanted you, Maximus. I still want you. I’ve never felt anything like that. I didn’t know it was possible.” She looked intently at him, then she laughed. “My gods, that was incredible!”
Maximus grinned. “Lucilla, that was only the beginning. Next time will be even better for you, or so I’ve been told.” She laughed again, and said, “Shall we find out?” He laughed with her, and said, “I think that would be a very bad idea. I’m surprised those guards haven’t come to find us already.”
Lucilla allowed him to help her rearrange her clothing, then he carefully brushed the sand from her body and hair when they stood up. She reached up and kissed him again, and said, “Now, to appear normal in front of my father.” Maximus appeared to consider this as they progressed back towards the chariot. “Lucilla, I will simply ask him for your hand. He knows me, and I think he knows I would be a good husband to any woman.”
Lucilla stopped him. “No, Maximus. Not yet. It is too soon. Let me work on him. I can manipulate my father.” She smiled bravely at him. “You’ve made me quite sore, soldier of Rome. I’m afraid I’ll have a time sitting down to dinner tonight.”
At his blush she laughed gaily, and they mounted the chariot to go back to the villa.
By the time she saw her father, Lucilla had bathed and redressed. Commodus was sulking because he had not been asked to join them on the morning excursion. Lucilla thought he certainly wouldn’t be joining them on any future excursions! She would have to ask Maximus to take the lonely boy out alone. Perhaps they could go riding. She knew Maximus would not refuse her. She smiled at her mirror. He was magnificent. Her warrior. It was truly a shame she would not be able to keep him. She had no doubt she could convince her future husband she was a virgin. More than likely, he would not expect her to even move in his bed, so she could simply feign fear and he would accept that as a normal response. She did hope she could convince her father to send Maximus to Rome some day though. He would make a superb lover.
She joined her family at the dinner table, where she sat with discomfort. Her father looked at her flushed cheeks and frowned. “Lucilla, did you get too much sun today? You’re flushed.”
She smiled innocently. “Indeed Father. I walked quite awhile on the beach with that Maximus fellow. He was quite the gentleman, by the way. I am glad to see you have such devoted soldiers to serve you. I worry about you here in the provinces.”
Marcus smiled, even as Commodus frowned. Her father had no inkling that Lucilla was at her most charming when she was lying, but her brother certainly did. Something had happened today, and Lucilla was keeping a secret.
After dinner, Marcus asked them to excuse him. There were visitors coming to discuss some new policies with him, and he wanted his privacy. Lucilla kissed her father’s forehead, and then led Commodus up to the sleeping quarters. After Commodus was in bed, she came in to sit with him as usual.
“Lucilla, what are you hiding?”
Lucilla looked up in complete surprise. Her brother was looking at her with a penetrating stare.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do. You were flattering father. He doesn’t know you, but I do. And you’re walking funny.”
She was shocked beyond answering that. How could he have noticed that?
“Commodus, be quiet,” she hissed. “There’s nothing you need be concerned about.”
“It’s that soldier isn’t it? You’re in love with him.”
She laughed with relief at that. “Don’t be silly! Is that what you’re worried about? I don’t love him! I like him. I am quite attracted to him. But love? Brother, you know I would never be a camp wife!”
Commodus smiled a little at that, somewhat relieved, but still… “Lucilla, did he kiss you?”
She gave him a cat-like smile. “Oh yes, little brother. He kissed me. And it was quite remarkable.”
Commodus felt his heart breaking. His glorious sister kissing that man. He shut his eyes against the mental image. Now the man truly had everything he had ever wanted. Maximus had the respect of Marcus, the desire of his sister, and the masculinity Commodus feared he would never possess. He had to know more.
“Lucilla, did he - did you…” he couldn’t finish, but he saw the answer in her eyes. She smiled triumphantly. “Father won’t be making a present of my virginity to any of his cronies, even if he thinks he is.”
Commodus looked horrified. “Lucilla! You gave yourself to that soldier just to spite Father?”
“Of course not. He intrigued me. Then he aroused me. Oh Commodus, if only you could watch him. The things you could learn! Someday, you would have every woman in Rome begging to be your consort!”
Commodus couldn’t decide if he should be sickened or fascinated. The thought of watching Maximus making love to Lucilla made him feel both emotions. If his father even guessed this secret, he would have Maximus strangled. Commodus resigned himself to keeping his sister’s secret with her. At least as long as it served him to do so.
He closed his eyes and attempted to sleep, but it was far from coming. After he gave up and simply feigned sleep, Lucilla left quietly, leaving him alone with the confusing images dancing in his head.
Lucilla joined her father on the porch again the next morning. “Good morning!” she said happily. Her father smiled indulgently. “Good morning daughter! And what has you so happy this morning?”
Lucilla smiled, eyes twinkling. “I want Maximus to take me out in the chariot again this morning, but this afternoon, I will tell him to take Commodus riding. Commodus will love these horses they raise here!”
Marcus laughed at that. “Maximus would certainly be a good influence on the boy. Perhaps he could even show him how to ride like a man, not like that teacher I saw last time I was in Rome.”
Lucilla smiled. “I believe he could, Father. Commodus needs someone to guide him. Perhaps someday Maximus could be posted to be his personal guard.”
Marcus chuckled. “My dear, I see you know nothing about Maximus. He would never be happy in the city of Rome, guarding a homebound emperor. And we both know your brother will never be a warrior. No dear, Maximus is like one of the wolves that prowl the forests north of here. He must be free to be happy. He will never be a domestic dog to lap at your brother’s heels.”
Lucilla scowled a little at that, but she thought she could change Maximus’ mind if she had a few hours alone with him again. As she was thinking this, she saw him striding up from the stables. He flashed her a quick smile, but bowed in deference to her father. “Emperor, may I show your daughter the stables? She seemed quite interested in the horses yesterday, and I believe she will be fascinated by the foals in the broodmare barn.”
Marcus smiled. “I think that’s a marvelous idea, Maximus! Lucilla, those foals have all been born in the last month. They’re perfect miniatures of their dams. You needn’t take a guard either. I think the grooms and handlers will be enough to guard you.”
Lucilla suspected Maximus had already gotten rid of the grooms when she saw the perfectly innocent smile on his face.
He walked deferentially a step behind her as they entered the barn, but quickly turned her towards him for a kiss as soon as he knew they were out of sight.
Lucilla giggled against his mouth. “Maximus! You are so bad! I almost laughed when I saw how innocent you were looking! You knew my father wouldn’t have us followed here!”
“Of course I knew,” he answered, although her throat against his lips muffled it a little. “I admire your father, but I also know he would never dream I would send all the grooms on holiday today.” He kissed her warm soft skin as she shivered against him. His neatly trimmed beard was tickling her and she clutched him to her closely.
“Maximus, we don’t have much time. I told Father that I want you to take Commodus riding this afternoon.”
His low soft laugh made her tingle. “Then I shall have to take you riding first, my love.”
She laughed as he pulled her deeper into the darkness of the barn. “I got here early this morning,” he said as he showed her to a stall filled with clean, sweet-smelling straw. A blanket was spread over the straw, and a saddle was in the corner. She looked at him quizzically, before he drew her down towards him.
They knelt on the blanket, and he kissed her face softly, covering it. His hands were wound in her thick hair, and hers roamed over his broad shoulders and back. She was making soft, almost whimpering noises in her throat as he teased her, brushing quickly by her lips, but never allowing himself to linger there. She finally grasped his face in both her hands and brought him to her for a long, passionate kiss. Tongues entwined, he clutched her body against his, and she felt the hard swelling beneath his tunic. Emboldened, she reached down to find him, and stroked his velvety-hard rod with her soft hand. His answering gasp opened her eyes.
She saw him, eyes closed, pushing against her hand, and she knew she controlled him, at least, for the moment. He opened his eyes, and she smiled wickedly.
“Teach me, legionnaire. What do I do with this?”
He reached for her hand, and showed her how to touch him, then she pushed him back against the saddle lying there. She bent between his legs, kissing each inner thigh lingeringly, and drew her tongue up towards his manhood. “Is this right?” she asked.
His groan of desire answered her.
She kissed the head of his cock softly, then ran her tongue over her lips. They tasted slightly salty, so she tried again, this time licking him tentatively. He moaned. She smiled. Then she took him in her mouth, letting him slide deep into the wet heat there. Her tongue caressed him, teased him. She judged her actions by his responses, and when he grabbed a handful of her hair, she pulled back.
“Maximus,” she purred. “Help me.” She drew herself over him, lifting her skirts as he feverishly drew her to him. He helped her position herself, and as she sank down onto his staff, he threw his head back in pleasure. She gasped a little at the sharp sting of raw flesh from the day before, then let herself engulf him fully. He held her there, then began moving up into her, thrusting slowly at first, grunting into her ear as her tight wet flesh grasped and released him. Lucilla felt the orgasm building, and as she released, she bit his shoulder to stifle her cries. He thrust harder then, sating her, and finding his own peak shortly after. He gasped, then with a hard thrust and groan, filled her again.
She held him against her, feeling him still moving a little inside her, and stroking his damp hair. His face was buried against her neck, and when he lifted it, she was overwhelmed by the look in those sea-green eyes. He reached up to caress her cheek just as a sneeze came from the loft above them.
Lucilla found herself dumped on her back on the straw before she could even respond. Maximus was up, climbing the ladder to the loft like a cat, a knife in one hand. Lucilla was afraid, but found herself wondering where in the world that knife had been hidden.
When she heard Maximus roar her brother’s name, her eyes widened in shock. “Commodus!” she cried! “What on earth are you doing?”
Maximus backed down the ladder, dragging Commodus none too gently. Her brother looked faintly embarrassed, and angry at his rough handling. Lucilla straightened her clothes as she stood, then walked over and slapped her brother across the face. He gaped in shock at her.
“Commodus, how long were you there?”
He stood silent, refusing to answer as he glared at Maximus.
“Maximus, let go of him. I demand an answer brother. How long were you there?”
“I saw everything,” he replied grumpily. “And just what are you going to do? Tell father I was spying on you?”
Lucilla’s eyes sparked with anger. “You know I will not tell Father. But by the gods, Commodus, you have infuriated me!”
Maximus watched this exchange in a heat of anger and embarrassment. He wanted to pulverize this sickening whelp. What sort of man watches his sister make love? And when he had reached the top of the ladder, he had realized Commodus had been pleasuring himself watching. His fury barely controlled, he watched Lucilla stare her brother down. When Commodus finally wilted under her stare, she sighed deeply.
“Commodus, you must promise me you will never do this again. And you will never tell Father. Will you do that?” She caressed his cheek lovingly as Maximus watched in a sort of horror.
Commodus raised his eyes to meet hers. “You know I will keep your secret, my sister.” He turned to Maximus. “And yours, my brother.” He reached up to kiss a sickened Maximus on his bearded cheek, and lingered there a second too long. Maximus shoved him away roughly, causing him to trip and fall in the hay.
“I am not your brother. And I will never be your brother. Do not forget that,” Maximus growled.
Lucilla reached to help her brother with a scathing look to Maximus. “You should not forget that my brother will be the next emperor. Do not insult him.”
Maximus turned to her with a look of astonishment. “Insult him? Are you serious? He was watching us like we were entertainment. I will not be insulted by him!”
Lucilla’s eyes flashed anger. “Maximus, do not presume I will not defend my brother. He is, after all, my blood. You are not.”
Maximus looked stunned, but he lowered his voice to a more soothing tone. “Lucilla, he is the one in the wrong here. Do you not see that?”
Commodus was watching her with an almost triumphant grin, and she knew it. “Maximus, do not make me choose between you, because you will lose. Surely you realize this.”
Maximus turned away, as though headed for the door, but her imperious voice stopped him in mid-stride.
“Do not forget you are taking Commodus riding this afternoon. My father will question you if you do not.”
Commodus laughed as she said that. “And we know you do not want my father asking questions, do you, Maximus?”
Maximus swallowed his fury, and turned to them with a sarcastic smile. “Very well, my lady, my lord. I am yours to command. Forgive me for forgetting that earlier. When you are ready, my lord.”
Lucilla looked at him sadly. She knew Commodus was so very wrong, but she also knew her brother would exact a high price, should she demonstrate the slightest bit of favor on Maximus. As it was, she dreaded seeing her brother to bed tonight.
Commodus strode towards Maximus with a bit of a swagger. “Please, soldier, saddle two of those fine Spanish horses. I will ride out with you immediately.”
Maximus steeled himself and gave the younger man a half-bow. “As you wish, highness,” he said before he headed for the tack room for saddles.
Lucilla turned quickly to Commodus. “How dare you?” she hissed. “I am so angry with you, Commodus! What you did was so wrong! And now, how will Maximus trust me again?”
Commodus looked chastened, but only until he heard her final words. “Trust you? Who would trust you, loving sister? You are using the man!”
Lucilla rolled her eyes. “And he isn’t enjoying it? Please, Commodus. He isn’t stupid. He’s blind right now, but he’ll soon realize this is just for entertainment. You know that, don’t you?”
Commodus lowered his eyes. “I suppose. But when are you planning on telling him?”
“I’m not. He’ll realize it for himself.”
They fell silent when Maximus came back into the room, carrying two saddles. He strode past them, obviously still quite angry and headed for the nearest occupied stall. The horse there was a beautiful bay, and he quickly had it saddled and ready. He moved on to the chestnut in the stall beyond, and had it saddled up just as fast.
“Your highness. The horses are ready.”
Commodus smiled at Lucilla. “I will see you later, sister. Try not to be bored while we’re gone.”
He turned to Maximus with an ingratiating smile. “Soldier, please assist me.”
Maximus stared at him, then knelt and presented his cupped hands to boost Commodus’ booted foot to the stirrup. Commodus ground his heel in Maximus’ palm as he lifted him, and Maximus clenched his jaw in anger.
He swung up into his own saddle easily, and guided the horse out of the barn. He goaded him into a hard run as soon as he had cleared the doorway, and Commodus was left behind in a cloud of dust. Commodus glared after him, and then whipped his horse to try and catch up.
Lucilla sighed sadly after them. She hoped Commodus would keep their secret, but more, she hoped Maximus would forgive her. She could not risk alienating her brother, not when he would be her ruler one day. He never let her forget that fact.
Commodus caught up to Maximus after about a half mile, when Maximus realized he was pushing the horse too hard. He eased on the reins and let Commodus draw alongside.
“Soldier, I will forgive you this time, but never turn your back on me again.”
Maximus turned in the saddle and looked curiously at Commodus. “Forgive me, highness. I did not realize you were already emperor.”
Commodus smiled wickedly. “I will be emperor when I choose to be. Right now I am satisfied watching and learning. But remember this, I will not forget who is my servant, and who is not.”
Maximus laughed aloud then, disconcerting the young man. “I will not forget you either, highness, or these words you say today. I simply wish your father could have heard them. He would be quite surprised.”
Commodus flushed. “Are you threatening me? You would not dare tell me father anything about me! He would have you strangled slowly for what you have done to my sister.”
Maximus smiled still. “Of course I do not threaten you. You are my liege. And I have done nothing to your sister that you would do not dream of every night, have I, Commodus?”
Commodus looked agape at him. “You are not afraid of me?”
“Of course not. I have nothing to fear from you. You know you are far more guilty than I, and I know your father would want to hear my story before he had me strangled. We have a standoff.”
Commodus looked angry, then turned his steed and headed back to the villa at a hard run. Maximus chuckled wryly, then started back after him.
When he got back to the barn, Commodus’ horse was standing outside the barn, still saddled and sweaty, with no one in sight. Maximus patiently dismounted, then led both horses into the barn to groom.
Commodus had joined Lucilla back in the family quarters, but neither of them spoke of the afternoon. When Marcus came in from the camp, he smiled to find both of his children sitting quietly.
“Well, I hope you both had an exciting day!”
He failed to notice the wryly amused smile playing about Lucilla’s mouth.
“Lucilla, I had an interesting conversation with an old friend today, and I think you will be pleased with the outcome.”
Lucilla feigned interest. “Really, Father?”
Marcus smiled generously. “Daughter, I have found a proper mate for you.”
Lucilla looked stunned. “What?”
Marcus fairly beamed. “I was reunited with the man I wanted you to come here to meet. He joined us from Gaul today. His name is Lucius Verus, and I believe you will agree he is the proper mate for you. His father was a senator who always supported me, until his death last year. Lucius is kind, Lucilla, and I have complete faith in his support. He will be at dinner tonight, so you should freshen yourself. I hope you will agree that the wedding should be held soon. I am not getting younger here on campaign!”
Lucilla swallowed hard. She knew her father would choose a husband for her, and she knew it wouldn’t be too far in the future, but she didn’t expect it here! Today!
“Father,” she stammered, “What do you mean you want me to meet him tonight? I am not prepared!”
Commodus lurked in the back of the room, with a satisfied smile. He slipped out silently. He found a servant, and told him to find Maximus. “Tell him my sister invites him to join us for dinner. She is sorry for this afternoon and she agrees that Father would be most happy to hear the news. Tell him that word for word. Can you remember?” The slave nodded and headed towards the soldiers’ camp.
While Lucilla hurried to dress and compose herself, Maximus mulled the dinner invitation. He knew Lucilla must mean she wanted him to tell her father he loved her. But did he? She had disappointed him this afternoon. More than that, she had hurt him. She had so blatantly chastised him in front of that sickening whelp. Maximus cursed silently. The boy was disgusting. His actions were not normal, and Maximus knew it. How could a fine man like Marcus Aurelius father an aberration like that? He sighed deeply. Lucilla was beautiful, but he saw now how she could lie and manipulate. But perhaps, she had really seen her error. Perhaps he should go to dinner and see how she acted. And if things went well, perhaps he would approach Marcus. He smiled faintly, and began to dress.
Candlelight spilled over the table heaped high with food. Lucilla took one last look before retiring to the hall to await the coming of Lucius Verus. She had wanted to see Maximus again, but there simply had not been time to send him a message. She knew she had been so wrong this afternoon, but she would have time to explain everything tomorrow. And she could delay a wedding. Her father was a strong man. He wasn’t dying, despite what he might say. She turned to leave the room just as she heard a man clear his throat.
Lucilla turned back, with a radiant smile that froze the instant she saw Maximus. He stood in the doorway, dressed again in his provincial finest. His eyes were expectant, and there was a hint of a smile on his rugged face. He looked around and when he did not see her father, he stepped close enough to murmur, “I’m sorry too. Let me come to you tonight and we can talk. You don’t have to tell your father anything tonight.”
Lucilla looked at him in shock. What on earth was he talking about? “Maximus, why…” She was interrupted by her father’s happy voice.
“Maximus my boy! I’m glad you join us! I take it one of my children made up for my lack of manners and made sure you would be here tonight. Forgive me, but I was excited to see Lucius Verus after all this time. You do know him, don’t you?”
Maximus turned with a broad grin. “Lucius!” The two men clasped wrists and Lucilla could tell they were old comrades. “You old dog! Where’ve you been posted?”
Lucius beamed at his old campmate. “I’ve been in Gaul. Those barbarians are tough fighters! I see you’ve been here soaking up the sun and no doubt romancing the native women.”
Maximus laughed, “Of course! Those native women are Spaniards like me!” The men laughed heartily, then Lucius noticed Lucilla.
She stood back, her face flushed with her inner turmoil, but it simply made her glow. Her hesitance made Lucius think she was shy. He smiled at her warmly, and Maximus raised an eyebrow with a little grin. If Lucius only knew, he thought.
Marcus took his daughter’s hand and led her to Lucius. “I’d like to present Lucilla.” Lucius graciously bowed, and kissed her delicate hand. “The pleasure is mine, lady.”
She blushed a little, and smiled at him. “Sir, I am pleased to make the acquaintance of one of my father’s favorite soldiers. He has spoken often of your skill in battle.”
Maximus frowned at this. He knew she had said the same words to him, and he saw Lucius beam with pride, just as he knew he had done.
“Come, let us eat and talk,” Marcus announced, just as Commodus swept into the room.
“Forgive my tardiness,” he said rather breathlessly. “I was exercising. You must be Lucius Verus.” He smiled engagingly and extended his hand. Lucius took it with a happy smile. “And you must be Commodus! I am happy to make the acquaintance of our future Emperor!” He gave Commodus a bow of fealty, and Commodus fairly beamed.
They sat down at the table, and as the servants bustled around the room, Maximus grew more concerned with the looks Lucilla was throwing his way. She seemed desperate to say something, although she was leading the conversation. Her topics were varied, and she seemed to be losing track of her thoughts entirely too often.
Maximus was on the verge of asking her if she were well, when Commodus loudly announced, “Let us all drink to the marriage of Lucilla and Lucius!”
Maximus felt his breath stop. He flicked steely eyes at Lucilla, who looked like a bird in a snare. Marcus laughed, not feeling the sudden tension. “Son, you don’t hesitate, do you? But I agree, let us drink to their long life together!”
They lifted their goblets in a salute, and Maximus only barely recovered his senses in time to join them. Lucius was looking embarrassed, and Lucilla simply closed her eyes. Her father assumed she was basking in the attention and he just shook his head at her.
After dinner, Maximus stood and went to Marcus’ side. “Highness, please forgive me, but I must leave. I am not well tonight.”
Marcus looked inquisitively at him. “Maximus, is something else wrong? You have been very quiet, and you were not ill this afternoon when you took my son riding. Has he done something amiss?”
Maximus shook his head. “No, Highness, Commodus is a fine rider. Please convey my best wishes to your daughter.” He turned, only to feel Marcus’ firm hand on his shoulder.
“Maximus, she is just across the room. You may tell her yourself.”
He turned back to his emperor, and his sadness was bleak in his eyes. “No, sir, I cannot. Please understand.”
Marcus nodded. “I understand son. You understand why I never allowed you to get close to my daughter. She could have never been available to you.”
Maximus turned and left the villa. He went to the stables. He swung up bareback on his favorite mount, and rode out into the warm summer night.
He rode blindly, feeling hot tears stinging his eyes. He should have known better. Lucilla had played him for a fool. She knew all along her father would never approve, and she probably knew about Lucius as well. He knew by now Lucilla had not sent the invitation to dinner, and it simply made him loathe Commodus more. He rode until the horse began to slow of its own accord, then he turned back towards the settlement.
As he groomed the horse back in the stables, he heard a noise behind him. He paused, then continued brushing the horse’s mane.
“Maximus?” Lucilla asked softly.
He ignored her and continued worrying a tangle out of the horse’s long hair.
“Maximus, can you not even look at me?”
“Go to bed, Lucilla. I’m sure that’s where your father believes you to be. Do not deceive anyone else today.”
He heard her step closer, then felt her hand on his back.
“Don’t hate me, Maximus. I didn’t know Father would choose for me so soon.”
He turned then, dashing her hand away with anger. “But you knew he would choose, and you knew I had no chance. I was only a plaything to you, a dalliance to occupy you here in Hispania. Was I even your first lover, or do you lie about that as well?” His eyes were hard, and she could see a storm at sea in the reflections of the lamplight.
She stepped back from him. “You know you were my first. And I did feel something for you. I thought…”
“What did you think? That I would be satisfied being a kept man in Rome? I wanted you for my wife, not my bed! You may be a whore, Lucilla, but I am not.”
He threw down the currycomb, and stalked angrily away.
Lucilla stood still, tears streaming down her face, then she lifted her head, and turned back to the villa. She was the daughter of Rome, and she would marry her father’s choice, and she vowed to herself she would never again think of her handsome Spaniard.
The End…. For now…
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