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Every military camp in the Roman Empire looked the same. It didn't matter where it was--Germania, Britannia, Egypt. Tents in neat little rows, latrines at one end, cook tent at the other. Despite the mud and snow, everything was tidy.
And there off to the side, separated, segregated, was the equally tidy camp of the women who followed the army. The whores. Most were slaves provided as entertainment for the soldiers by the Empire, but not all. Good money could be made by free women, who provided a higher quality of service, usually to the officers.
Whores were the same in every camp, and there was no stigma attached to the men who frequented them. No one looked askance.
Not even when Maximus himself slipped through the canvas folds of a tent.
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At the sound of rustling canvas, Melissa replaced the lid on her jar of sponges and wiped her fingers on a piece of linen, then rose to her feet. As she turned, a smile lit her face.
"General, it is a pleasure."
Maximus nodded in distraction as he pulled off his gloves, dropping them on a low stool. His eyes ran over her slender body wrapped in navy wool and white linen. Once he had asked her why she didn't cover herself in silk like most of the higher class whores, and she had laughed, a tinkling, light sound, and replied that she didn't want to freeze any important parts of her body.
Moving behind him, Melissa helped him out of his cloak, folding it and placing it on the stool. "I have wine, my lord..."
"I don't want anything to drink," he answered gruffly, turning to face her. She was tall and willowy and he only had to look down slightly to meet her eyes. His hands caught her slender waist, and he felt the metal through the thick wool. "You're wearing my gift."
It pleased him, and Melissa smiled and nodded. "I never remove it. Only my clothes," she added, mischief in her smile. "Would you like to see?"
He answered her by finding the pins holding her clothes together and unfastening them. Wool and linen dropped to the canvas floor, leaving her pale and nude in the warm glow of the one oil lamp. Low on her hips rested an intricate gold chain. It was clasped in such a way as to leave one long end dangling down her flat stomach, the tip sliding into the nest of brunette curls at the apex of her thighs.
"I wear it like this when I walk through camp. It feels like you're always touching me," she murmured, her eyes drifting down his body. She smiled at the obvious reaction to her nudity, and helped him out of his tunic. Running her hands over his muscular chest, she found a new bruise and touched it lightly.
Then she took his hand and led him to her bed. It was a pile of furs and blankets that took up most of the tent, but it was surprisingly comfortable. As Maximus reclined into the softness, Melissa knelt at his feet and unlaced his boots. Removing them, she straddled his legs and danced her hands up over his thighs, feeling the power beneath the leather.
His erection pressed against the front of his breeches, making a lovely bulge, but she ignored it for the moment, lowering her head and placing soft kisses on his stomach. Her tongue dipped into his navel and she smiled at his groan.
Maximus always tasted good to her, of soap and herbs, with just a hint of leather and horse. He never came to her straight from battle. She knew he visited the wounded first, and congratulated the survivors. He saw to his men's needs before he even thought about his own, but he always bathed first.
Over the year that he had been coming to her, his men had made an unspoken agreement to leave her alone after battle. She was their gift to their general.
For Melissa, he was worth the loss of an evening's wages. Maximus was the only man who could make her truly feel anything. She would make love with him for free, but she understood his need to keep her as she was and not make her something else.
She was his whore. She would never be his mistress and could never be his wife.
She was content with that.
As her lips and tongue left a hot trail up his chest, her hands tangled with his, pinning them to the furs. Maximus liked it when she played the aggressor. In her bed, the general could disappear and the man could relax and cede control.
Rising up above him, a smile on her expressive face, Melissa rocked slowly against the bulge in his breeches. She felt his cock expand even further and watched the pleasure twist across his face, as her own desire began to rise. Bringing his hands to her breasts, she moaned as he cupped the full mounds, his thumbs brushing across her sensitive nipples.
She rocked harder, wetness seeping from deep inside her and coating the leather covering his hard flesh.
"Melissa," he finally called, his voice hoarse with longing.
Swallowing her own moans, she slipped backwards, her hands finding the fastenings of his breeches. Freeing them, she watched through hooded eyes as his cock sprang from the confining cloth. Maximus raised his hips and she slid the breeches down his legs, her fingers caressing him at every opportunity, as her eyes remained fixed on his large, erection.
Naked, he raised his knees, forcing her to slide forward again until his hard staff was trapped between her trembling thighs. Melissa leaned back, her arms wrapping around his calves as Maximus pumped his hips up, driving his cock along her swollen cleft. As the tip bumped her clitoris, she cried out softly and a shudder went through her.
Dizzy with longing, Melissa wrapped one hand around his cock, her thumb rubbing along the sensitive glans, as she positioned him at her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself onto him, sinking down until he was buried inside her. Splaying her hands across his chest, Melissa began to move on him, squeezing and teasing him until Maximus groaned and reached for her bottom.
His hips thrust up at the same moment he drove her down, making them both cry out in pleasure. He repeated the movement again and again until Melissa's fingers dug into his shoulders and her long hair thrashed against his chest as she bucked.
Maximus rolled them, coming over her, still thrusting powerfully into her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as she arched to him. Groaning, he buried his mouth between her breasts, breathing harshly against her sweat-slicked skin, his hips plunging at a rapid pace.
Suddenly he pulled out of her, and rose to his knees, his whole body trembling. Melissa quickly shook the fog from her mind and turned onto her hands and knees. Cupping his heavy testicles with one hand, she lowered her mouth over the weeping tip of his cock and sucked eagerly.
With a hoarse cry, Maximus spilled his seed into the heat of her mouth and she swallowed, her tongue lapping up each drop. As he collapsed, panting for breath, Melissa placed a soft kiss on the tip of his softening staff, then wrapped her arms around his back, nuzzling her cheek against his chest and listening to the rapid pounding of his heart.
Slowly gaining control, Maximus began to caress her back in slow, gentle strokes. One hand slipped between them and caught the end of the chain, pressing it between her swollen nether lips. Melissa arched against his hand, her fingers tightening on his shoulder blades, as breath hissed between her teeth.
He lay her on her back, slipping between her legs and spreading them wider, as his mouth trailed from her neck down to her breasts and then farther down her body. With each kiss, his fingers gently rubbed the chain against her pulsing clitoris.
Arching helplessly, Melissa dug her fingers into the furs and rolled her head on her cushions, biting back cries of pleasure. As his tongue replaced his fingers, she whimpered and pressed her knees against his head, pinning him between her thighs.
Maximus licked and sucked her hot flesh until she reached down and grabbed his head, pressing him harder against her as her climax shuddered through her. With a sigh of pleasure, she relaxed, her hand and legs falling away from him, as gentle tremors rocked her.
Moving up next to her, Maximus placed a sweet kiss on Melissa's cheek, then wrapped his arm around her waist and placed his head on her breasts. Opening her eyes, she stared at the shadows on the tent ceiling as her fingers played at the nape of his neck. Against her breasts, she could feel Maximus smiling, and a sense of contentment swept over her.
Well pleasured, Melissa drifted to sleep, cradled in the embrace of a great general who was, with her, only a man.
End
Not historically accurate. The Romans set up brothels in
their military camps, staffed by slaves who were forced to
service the soldiers. Didn't want to make Melissa a slave,
so I fudged a bit. Creative license.