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Amore magno adductus tibi has litteras mitto. Ex eo die, quo te vidi, alias virgines non iam spectabam. Nam nulla te pulchritudine superare potest. Roma puellam te pulchriorem non habet. Tuum corpus nobilius est quam corpora dearum, tui oculi clariores sunt quam lux solis. Cetera quoque - quis haec non laudabit? Certe tibi ignotus non sum. Saepe, dum cum amica tua casam intras, me ad portam vides. lam diu tecum loqui? studebam, at numquam te sine illa amica conspicio. Nonne amorem meum intellexisti? Cur me numquam spectas? Totum diem de te cogito, nocte quoque dormire non possum. Fuitne am adulescens me miserior? O puella Venere pulchrior, me his doloribus libera! Placetne tibi cras horã decima me ad templum lovis expectare? Sed te solam amo; cum tua amica venire necesse non est.
Quae domi manere potest.
That was the context of the letter which was found by the young Senator’s daughter Historia one morning. Out of pure curiosity she had opened it, yet wasn’t surprised by it, since she was a very popular and loved girl in her town. She always wondered, if it was because she was the daughter of the glorious senator Erwinius, or if she just looked like the common beauty standard. Eve though most young men were her devoted admirers, she had no interest in them.
While reading the letter again, she wondered who the mysterious writer could be. The writer stated that she should know them, but that meant nothing. They also referred to Historia always being with her friend. The friend must be Ymir, Historia thought as she was a very “good friend” of her. The girl smirked and wondered, how those men fawning over her could be so oblivious. It must be her presence and personality she takes on, whenever she goes out. Historia put the letter on the table next to her and asked herself, whether she should go to meet this secret admirer without any romantic intention or if she should just dump him. The sun just set, which meant, that Historia’s teacher would arrive by any minute. Also, Ymir would arrive soon, as Erwinius was gracious enough to let Ymir have the same education as his daughter, since both of them weren’t permitted to public schools.
“Historia, your friend and teacher are here. Would you open the door?”, Levi, Erwinius’ companion, asked her. Levi and Erwinius were so close, that Levi even lived with them. But Historia knew that the adult men were lovers and accepted it to the point where she had to refrain herself from calling the short man ‘Dad’. She nodded and went through the luxurious garden to the door. Outside, Ymir and the teacher were involved in a conversation about recent politics. Despite her somehow rude personality, Ymir was very bright and a very excellent student.
“So, that was it for today. Don’t forget to do your homework and see you tomorrow”, Magister Pyxavius, the teacher, dismissed the girls.
“Hey, Ymir. I must show you something. Wait here, I have to get it from my room.”, the blonde told the other girl, before she went to her room. Ymir, now alone in the big parlour, looked around the room in awe. Even if she always pretended that she didn’t care, she sometimes wished that she didn’t live in poverty. Historia had it all, Ymir had nothing. Well, she had Historia, who was more important to Ymir than any wealth. A polished dagger caught Ymirs glance, and she couldn’t help herself, but take the weapon into her hand and study it.
“What are you doing?”, suddenly a deeper voice asked. Ymir didnt flinch, since she recognised the voice. „If you want me to teach you fighting, you could have told me, without demolishing my stuff”, Levi confronted her. “I don’t need that, I grew up on the streets”, she replied. “Me too, but I learned proper fighting only in the army”, the Centurion replied. Ymir thought about his offer. “I’ll think about it, but only if you also teach Historia”, she insisted. “Tch, of course I will teach the daughter of my part- I mean, my friend”, he replied in his ever so monotone voice. With that, he left the room, carrying his heavy helmet under his arm.
“Ymir, look! That’s what I wanted to show you”, Historia said while waving with a piece of paper. “If you wave it like that, I won’t be able to read it”, the taller girl asked. Historia chuckled and began to tell: “Well. Someone sent me a letter asking me to meet up with them today. I thought of going there, but not like you think. My intention is to reject them” Ymir looked shocked, not awaiting Historia to have an intention like this, but she wasn’t against it at all. “I want to go with you, even though they said not to”, the brunette asked, after reading the letter herself. “Sure, but try to stay hidden”, the other requested. Ymir nodded.
“Its almost ten, where are they?”, Historia thought to herself, while waiting for the stranger, who might not be a stranger. She had already thought of what to say to the stranger in order to refuse their confession, but she was nervous. In the distance, the girl could already see someone with short, blonde hair, coming up the stairs. Immediately, she recognised the young man and wondered, why she didn’t think of that. Reinoris, a boy who was running after Historia for years, appeared in front of her, blushing. The girl tried hard not to roll her eyes and set up a faked smile. “So, you have read it?”, Reinoris stated rather than asked, earning a nod from Historia. “And? Have you finally accepted my love?”, he asked nervously, making Historia almost feel bad for him. Then, she sighed.
“Reinoris, I consider you a friend, but I simply can’t accept your confession. See, while you are always nice to me, I simply cannot love you. In your letter, you referred to me always being with my friend, and that is the exact reason. Yes, I am a woman of honour, but I simply do not love men”, she confessed honestly. Reinoris, trying to understand her words, nodded, looked sad. Was his heart broken? »But wait! Before you go, I want you to do something for me!”, she spoke. The young man looked at her, hope filling his eyes. “Go, find yourself true love! By heart, I know that you fancy me, but also don’t love me. Your love is just, because everyone loves me, that’s why you think of me like that. But trust me, loving someone you can’t, won’t make you happy. Also, I see how you look at your friend, Bertholdius”, the young woman pleaded.
It was like a slap in the face for the buff teenager. His ‘crush’ was telling him, how he was looking at his friend. Were her words true? Does he really fancy her, because he thinks, he must? Baffled, he looked up to her. “Wait”, he started, „You might be onto something”. The young woman smiled and made a request:” Me and Ymir will be going to the Colosseum later, will you join us with your friend?”
Meanwhile, Levi was cleaning his armour in the big garden. It was his favourite part of the house since he always liked to be outside. His armour was very dear to him, since it meant status, but it also reminded him of the countless deaths of his men. Rather a Centurion, then a street rat, he thought.
“Levi? Are you finished?”, Erwinius, who also appeared in the garden, asked him. “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”, he asked. Levi noticed, that Erwinius was smiling, which he rarely did. “Today, I won a very big case, I worked months of”, he replied, happily. The smaller man was proud of his lover, and knew, that he himself could never win such things. He was a fighter, not a thinker. “Nice”, he said simply. Erwinius knew, that his significant other replied like this, because he wasn’t good with words. He loved him like he was. “Do you have to do any work today?”, the soldier asked. Erwinius shook his head. The small man looked at his partner and studied his features. Yes, he deeply loved him, but he also found him very attractive. His sun- kissed skin, the sky blue eyes, those abs and last but not least, a very big feature, his nose (or cock). Looking at him always gave Levi butterflies in his stomach, which made him feel like a teenage girl. But he was a literal Centurion. “Oh by Venus, fuck me”, he asked Erwinius bluntly. “Pardon?”, the taller asked. “You heard me. If you don’t want it, it’s ok”, Levi replied. “No, I want it, but it was so sudden.”, the senator told. “But not in the Garden”
While making out like the horny men they were, Erwinius cared his boyfriend to their bedroom. Even though both held immense power, the dynamics were clear in their bedroom. “Get naked”, Erwinius ordered. Levi followed his orders, like the obedient soldier he was. The taller man loved his lover’s body. He found it amazing, how he had the most defined abs, but also very slim hips and a nice, firm ass. Normally, Erwinius was very disciplined, but right now, he couldn’t hold himself back. But also Levi couldn’t. Said man began taking Erwinius’ clothes off, leaving him almost naked. Suddenly, the blonde man had an idea. He took off his last cloth and grabbed a bottle of oil.
“Levi, will you be so kind and ride me?”, he asked gently, but also very huskily. Levi, horny as he was, would follow every command. He just wanted his dick. “Yes, Senatore”. With his own strength, he pushed the large man onto the bed and took the bottle from Erwinius. “Levi, don’t you want to get prepared?”, Erwinius asked. “No. I am too fucking horny for that shit”, he replied while coating Erwinius’ massive cock with the oil, using it as a lubricant. He moaned quietly, as he slid himself onto the big cock. Even after being fucked so many times, Erwinius was still massive for Levi. The room became hotter with every minute. Erwin, vicious as he was in bed, stroked Levi’s, also very huge, cock, making the smaller one man like a whore. “The great Levi. A feared centurion, moaning like a bitch for me”, the man chuckled. Normally, Levi would have slapped him, but right now, he was into it. He was sweating and panting and was also very closed. But he wanted to cum with his partner. “I see how much you are struggling, so you can cum for me. But you have to suck my dick until I cum, too. Got it?”, the dominant ordered. The soldier didn’t need any more words and cummed, very loudly, into the others hand. Right after he slid off the others massive dick, he took it into his mouth. He had no gag reflex anymore, so he had no struggle with taking Erwinius whole. Apparently, Erwinius liked this imagine so much, that he released his cum right shortly after.
“Before you kiss me, go wash yourself, you are dirty”, Levi remarked. “You are too”, his partner replied, sounding disciplined again.
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