#misguidedgladiators

“Dad, he is old!”, you whined. You heard your older brother snicker by your side, as their silly wives snickered like the silly girls they were. You sighed as you popped a grape into your mouth followed closely by a piece of cheese and bread and a sip of wine. 

“He’s got money… and he is in the senate!”, he said then, signaling one of the slaves to start lighting up the oil lamps along the Triclinium, the night had fallen over King’s Landing and it was getting dark.

“I bet you could find someone who’s in the senate who’s got a wife he is willing to divorce, and he won’t die of old age before the wedding”, mocked your eldest brother, but soon got quiet as your father looked at him with severity

“Nobody should divorce their wives on my account”, you said, the notion made your stomach turn. Even though divorce was a common thing, if a man desired another, or another union would ensure more privileges, or if his woman was unfaithful or not able to give in heirs to the family, they could divorce. A woman could divorce her husband too if she had her own reasons.

You knew the dowry of your middle brother’s bride was quickly being spent on the training of the gladiators in the Ludus underneath the house, so he needed to come into some money quickly, even though he would have to pay for your dowry.

One of the greatest events of the year was coming quickly, and his Gladiators needed to be in top shape. 

“Tomorrow I want you all there, at the games of Senator Tywin”

“Have we’ve been invited to the pulvinus father?”, asked your eldest brother

“Close enough, right by it”, he said, he seemed pleased, but you had learned to read him better, there was something lurking in his eyes that betrayed a darker desire… for more power perhaps.

“I've heard that Larys Strong and therefore Alys Rivers got an invitation this year to the pulvinus, and her gladiators in the primus at sundown”, whispered Martyn

You had two oldest brothers, Alton and Martyn. 

“That Ludus stands as such because of that whore Alys Rivers”, mumbled your father

“A woman Lanista?”, you asked, “how could that be?”

“She is not, but she whispers in her half-brother's ear while he aspires to be in higher positions”, explains your father. “While his brother, first born son and heir goes around playing gladiator”

“He is a slave?”, you asked

“He volunteer himself into that life”, murmured Alton, “you had seen him fight sister, Harwin”

“Oh wow!”, you said, not really knowing what to say, but rather, sipping your wine, you did remember seeing the biggest person you had seen upon the arenas of King’s Landing’s Coliseum. 

“Anyways, Alys stands as such because she was advised many years by Daemon himself the demon of the arenas”, mumbled Martyn

“Yes, fine Daemon/Demon”, your father would repeatedly, while on his cups, tell the tale of his biggest regret, and that was not purchasing a young Daemon while he was still in training, he grew to be the greatest gladiator at the arena, so much so he won his own freedom at the games of the Vulcanalia some years ago. Daemon, as many other gladiators, came from the shadowlands of Essos, as he sported beautiful white/silver hair and violet eyes. 

You would never say this outloud, but the gladiator battles were never a thing of your interest, not really. You did not liked the bloodshed, the gutting, you had no taste for violence, and yet, there was something to admire as you saw those men fighting 

They looked like they were carved from the finest artist, they stood like they were gods above the sands. They stood as fierce representations of the god of war himself.

“Well, her reign of depravity will not last long, I heard the Northman shows great promise”, mumbled Martyn’s wife Adella 

“What about the Northman?”, Martyn asked then, you raised your head in question. Oh the Northman.

The man had your father in a lockdown, taking most of his time, money and patience. He was ‘caught wild’ in one of the last incursions of the armies of the emperor to the wild tribes of the North, hence his nickname. Purchased by your father at the slave market, and trained for the last months. With the purchase, your father was hoping to impress Tywin Lannister himself, a senator and a very wealthy man, it did not work, so far, as the man planned to visit your father’s villa upon invitation to see the Northman’s training and hopeful subjugation. So far, no luck. 

He was caught fighting, he wasn’t a stranger to it, but there was a long way from being a soldier to being a gladiator. From being… whatever he was up there, to obey command from a man that subdued you into slavery. 

But again, your father’s temper has closely returned to normal, so, you could only assume the training was becoming fruitful, even so slowly. 

“He will never be tamed”, he said curtly, “but… if we keep managing him properly, we can turn that hate of his into the arena, he shows great promise”

“Forgive me father”, you said, raising from your place in the triclinium, “I take my leave to bed”, you said with a soft smile, nodding at everyone present

“Good, I won’t have you all tired tomorrow”, he said approvingly, and you nodded, thinking for which old bat he would have you presentable tomorrow.

He was determined to get you wed before the autumn plantings at the end of the year, and he didn’t seem to care to whom as long as it brought privileges upon his house. 

It was hot, so hot, you could barely stand, you were eternally grateful to your personal slave, Anya, who stood by your side, fanning you with a soft paper fan. She leaned into you as you allowed her, to also enjoy the soft waves.

Although, they brought some stench from all the people around you.

King’s Landing, although the capital of the great republic, stood famous for its stench, having grown rapidly and unprepared for it. 

The sun cooking the viewers of the spectacle didn’t help either.

The people cheered, bringing a new wave of hodor that made you dizzy and poor Anya almost faint

“Did you see that?”, asked your elder brother to the youngest, as two gladiators fought to the death, one cutting the other’s arm. HIs screams could be heard all the way up where you stood, near the pulvinus.

You rather stare into the sun, which you did. Soon, after midday, it was going to hide behind the wooden beams supporting the canvas on top of the Arena, there you truly were going to enjoy it. being able to relish in the shadow. 

“Tywin demanded only the best this city has to offer present themselves in his games”, the comment alone made you turned your gaze upon the Arena, as people cheered again, some even pushed you in their ecstasy, to see the gladiator in shining white armor decapitate the one missing his arm

“And Cole does it again”, said Martyn. The one who had an armor so polished it was blinding was known as Cole, he stood from the Rhoynar in the south, from Dorne itself, plucked from the desert to fight in another kind of arena. 

“See her gloat”, demanded Alton, you all looked towards the Lanista herself, Alys Rivers in the pulvinus, with a smug look upon her face, she of course was the one holding the wip that trained the man in the arena.

She was of extraordinary beauty, long lustrous black hair, long to her hips, wearing a deep green stola, beautifully decorated atop a black tunic, you wondered how she did not bake wearing such dark colors. 

She was stuck to the side of her rumored half-brother, he was a.. interesting man, thin and a bit twisted, unruly hair but fine clothing adorned his weak frame. 

“People of King’s Landing…!”, presented Otto HIghtower from the pulvinus, a small but central box, where the most prominent people attending the games would sit at. He was a Senator, friend to Tywin Lannister and apparently presenter to today’s games. Maybe he was the patron of the entire occasion, your father had been paid by a HIghtower man.

But this… was far from over.

It was odd to see such a gladiator so early in the day, the sundown was reserved for the very best part of the games, the primus, between the two best and more known gladiators. 

You found yourself thinking about like four names at the time.

Harwin, Cole, Aemond, and… the Northman.

Although Harwin was disapparating from latest presentations… he still held name, but he had lost his prowess as the last time he found himself in the Arena he asked for mercy as he found himself losing, he raised his hand in the air with both index and middle finger pointing to the skies begging for mercy, and it was granted.

Against Cole himself. He got terribly injured almost a year ago, thereafter only presenting himself in fights long before midday sun.

Yes, everything you knew about gladiators and fights was learnt unwillingly. 

But the primus did not belong to your father, so the Northman was fighting early, thankfully. You might have a chance to survive this heat, by retiring back to your father’s villa early.

Although, these occasions were like the market for older unmarried men. And your father would have you giving everything to sell…  

“... I give to you, from one of the greatest Ludus of the Republic, a man, from the wild tribes North of the neck…”, your father smiled proudly as the name of the family was spoken loudly for everyone to hear. “trained to wet the sands with the blood of his enemies… I give you… CREGAN!”, people booed at his entrance, as the wild tribes of the North had been villainized by the Republic, as relentless, violent and above all, uncultured and barbaric, but you had learned to read between the lines, they were described as such because they refused to bend the knee.

The gates of the Arena opened on the west side, revealing the men ready for battle. He stood tall and broad despite his young age, his dark brown hair tied back, although hidden by a thick helmet in the shape of a wolf’s head. 

He wore nothing protecting his torso, yet a thick metal belt putting together the lower part of a tunic. He wore forearm and shin protectors, and thick leather sandals 

He had a huge sword in hand, and a shield on his other.

The sight alone took your breath away.

You had seen him only practicing, briefly, as your father did not approve of you gazing from your balcony down to the men. As they would, “get distracted”, and you didn't enjoy their eyes filled with lust either. So you refrained from doing so, but…

The mere glimpses you had gotten of the men were nothing when putting in comparison to the men upon the sand today.

In all glory, in strength, as a gladiator was the mightiest representation of a man, or that is what your father always said.

This was a rare sighting though, as he had barely been making a name for himself, this time might be the first he presents himself alone. Your father was right, taiming him was proving to be incredibly difficult, but nobody could deny that even if he presented himself a gladiator today under your father’s ludus, he was still as unruly as the first time you laid eyes upon him, as the first time you gaze down upon him, entering through the gates, kicking and screaming, hair longer than you had seen in a men, even longer than he had now. 

He fought your father’s guards and even the ones who he would call his brothers this present day.

Tywin himself called for the start of the fight, his opponent was someone of the Ludus of Larys himself, one with lesser note, his name left your ears as soon as you heard it.

But you couldn't care less, as when he started to move upon the sands, the rest of the world could crumble around you and it would not matter in the slightest.

“He stands superior in all aspects”, mumbled one of your brothers and you couldn't tell which as you were so hypnotized.

Cregan attacked first, and that was very frowned upon in the Lanistas, as the first to strike tended to have disadvantage, his opponent met him half way and the clash of gladious responded all over the coliseum. 

There were some gladiators that favored other weapons, like the spear and short shield, or the Retiarius, that were gladiators trained with a net and a trident, in a fisherman fashion. 

It sounded laughable in paper, but they were quite impressive in the arena, not this time though, both gladiators stood with a gladious, meaning a sword, and a long squared concave shield.

The fight wasn’t lengthy, the superiority of the Northman was clear since the very first movement.

Although it wasn’t less breathtaking, as each of their movements, attacks, the way they moved, and deflected, its like they were dancing, dancing in a mortal rhythm 

The crowd cheered for them, and even though they were not on the Northman’s side, suddenly, they shifted as it became clear that he was the better fighter. 

Although you did not enjoy the games, there was this moment, this exact moment in which you felt like your heart was in your throat and you could tear your eyes apart from the fight. The moment where you really cared about who won, about who survived. The Northman, even thought it was the 

But it was brief, first Cregan drew blood on the arm of his opponent, and then, after a quick movement, the man was dead, dropped in a growing pool of blood on the floor. 

The magic was gone, and the crowd erupted in cheers, applauding, screaming his name, although there were those disappointed because of the outcome.

“He will be the champion of our house!”, said Alton, “mark my words!”, he said, as your two brothers hugged each other in happiness. you turned to Anya, who had a soft smile on her face, but kept fanning the both of you 

The rest of the fights happened quickly after that, the sun hiding behind the podium of the magistrates and people of importance in the city, which gave you relief as the day turned quickly, the sun moved above the sky until it hid behind the outer walls of the coliseum. 

The last fight ended quickly as well, Aemond killing his opponent in an impressive showing of strength and blood. 

Your father was called upon another man near the pulvinus, as you tried to stand your ground as people around you were quickly to leave the arena, but you managed to stand your ground, as your siblings found friends of their own to talk to. 

Your father came back to you, rubbing his hands amongst each other with a pleased look on his face

“I must attend a meeting in the magistrate’s house”, he said happily, “He spotted me in the crowd and invited me”, you smiled at him

“I’m pleased, father”, you said with a soft smile

“See yourself to the villa, with our guards and slaves, don’t wait up”, he commanded the lot of you. 

“We have been invited to the Lannisters”, mumbled Martyn, your father’s eyes again shone with interest. So he nodded towards your brother.

“I trust you’ll be well taken care of”, he said then, turning to you, he then signaled to one of his most trusted guards and even to the Doctore himself, the trainer of the gladiators.

“Yes father”, you nodded at Anya and the both of you exited the arena, followed closely by a guard. 

You turned quickly as you heard your name being called by a familiar voice, as you were int he shade of the hallways, as you turned you found yourself with your old friend from your childhood, Alysanne Blackwood

“How long haven’t we gaze upon one another?”, she said, grabbing your forearms as you did hers, she leaned in a made attempt to kiss both your cheeks as it was accustomed

“Too long”, you said with a long sigh

“We shall remedy that immediately!”, she said then, “you didn’t mind telling me your father’s Ludus was the one who owns the Northman himself?”, she tried

“Oh well, much has happened in the last couple of years”, you said shyly, smiling softly at her.

This was hardly the time, all the people were leaving the coliseum, and pushed you who were trying to stand on the sidelines. She looked at you with those deep green eyes of hers, she was so beautiful, lean and tall, with thick black hair fixed beautifully and big green eyes, her smile was contagious. 

“Well it's been too long”, she said then, as you failed to meet what she desired, “and I will wait no longer, to get reacquainted with dear friend”, she said, grabbing your hands

“My villa, its mine for the night, as my father meets with important men”, you offered, her smile was as beautiful as the rest of her

“Perfect, Jeyne Frey is also here”, she said, “we’ll go together”.

To say you were nervous was an understatement 

The night found you and your friends in the safety of the triclinium in your family’s villa, where the soft wine flowed freely and also the dining. 

“And his cock was huge!”, she said, making you gasp

“Alyssane!”, you chided, “don’t say that!”, you said, feeling your cheeks heated

“What? Cock?”, she teased, “Cock! Cock! Cock! COCK!”

“Stop it!”, you slapped her arm playfully

“I see them all the time!”, Jeyne said then, looking sheepishly, hiding her smirk in her cup of wine. 

“Only because you like to peek as your brothers have sex with slaves!”, mocked Alyssane 

“No I don’t!”, she said, but you knew she was lying. 

“I bet that Northman’s cock is huge too”, teased Alyssane, finally revealing her true intentions behind her and Jeyne’s visit to your father’s villa. You got quiet, so did Jeyne, but the expression on her face said it all, she was as intrigued as Alyssane

“I wouldn’t know, even if I saw it”, you said

“You had never seen a man naked?”, asked Alyssane, raising one of her perfect eyebrows

“No”, you said then, well… you sort of had, men, male slaves on sale on the streets, but you had refused to look long enough to draw a complete image in your mind. What you saw in a couple of seconds did not please you at all, rather… you disliked.. something so… small and wobbly. You shaked at the very memory of it.

“You had never seen any of your gladiators in such fashion?”, asked Jeyne, ready to tease and follow Alyssane’s lead.

“No I have not!”, you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Aren’t you at least a bit curious?”, asked Jeyne

“Well, of course I am”, you defended

“You are to be married before the darkest of the winter months, you should at least know what you are up against”, Alyssane said simply, “and I would not deny the sight… of such a man”

“You are here just to gaze upon naked men?”, you said playfully, although, a bitter taste in your mouth, as you were feeling clearly used, and pressured.

“No, I am here to gaze upon naked gladiators”, Jeyne said then.

But another flavor joined the others, the need deep within you impress your friends, your friends from rich houses of the capital 

“Bring me the Northman”, you said to the guard that stood in the corner watching the whole reunion, he seemed terribly nervous, but nodded and left you. You shaked with the resolution in your command, and felt a pit in your stomach in anticipation.

You knew he was going to take a while, so you turned back at your friends and smiled nervously, and they seemed terribly motivated. 

“I must say”, began Jeyne, as she saw your face filled with trepidation, “that my tongue will not be kept from wagging about your hospitality to my father”, she wanted to make sure you knew there was going to be recompense for this, and good recompense. His father, as old as time, sat in the senate, she stood the daughter of a senator.

“Thank you Jeyne”, you said with a soft smile, you took a long gulp of your cup, to try and soothe your nerves. Alyssane did the same, but with a smirk on her lips, she said nothing as she studied your form. 

Finally, they both took sit position in their triclinium as you heard movement behind you. You looked back to see their trainer Roose Bolton, following closely behind the man himself. The wildling from the tribes of the North, whose name was Cregan Stark, although everyone called him… ‘The Northman’

He stood with thick shackles around both wrists. in front of him. He was wearing nothing but a clean subligaria, and his body was like one of a god, well defined and gleamed under the light of the torches, he had recently been cleaned. The sight made your mouth dry, so you took another long sip of the mulsum in your cup. He had thick brown hair that he used tied in the back of his head, and he had sharp eyes, cold as ice and the same colour. The features of his face were soft, declaring his young age, your own, perhaps. 

“Leave us”, you demanded, but the trainer Roose Bolton looked conflicted

“Domina, I don’t think…”

“I said leave us”, you said, about to lose your courage, your friends behind you giggled, weirdly giving you confidence to commit to your own command. With a grunt, the doctore nodded and left you, with only your friends, a couple of guards standing silently in the corners of the room behind veils, and him.

The Northman

He was deadly still, looking forwards, beyond you and your friends, beyond this room, his jaw was tense, you could tell that being here, summoned by you like this… for him was humiliating, but there he stood, tense like a bow. He said nothing, he didn’t move an inch.

“Is this what all northmen look like?”, Jeyne teased, “he is more beast than man”, you didn’t know if that was a real question, but your eyes never left his form, even if it wasn’t he didn’t answer.

“You can answer”, you encouraged 

“All northmen do not look like me”, he said finally, the dark tone in his voice made the three of you gasp. “some make me look like an Andal”, Jeyne and Alyssane giggled at the prospect of finding even gruffer men than him. 

“Oh he speaks the common tongue”, Alyssane was on fire, making you more uncomfortable. His eyes finally found yours, and you couldn’t take your own out of his. 

“Yes he does”, you whispered, he indeed had a beautiful set of eyes. You then looked down at his chest, there was a red line, his injury from the battle in the Arena, it was still fresh, but you could tell it was healing properly

“I think he is handsome”, mumbled Alyssane, taking foot to walk towards him, you feared his reaction, as the guard standing in the corner of the room clenched his hand around the pommel of his sword. 

But the gladiator still didn't move as Alysanne walked around him, teasing him with a single finger, touching his skin as she walked. His eyes were still on you. 

“He stands as Mars, ready for war”, she whispered

“Alyssane seems taken by the man”, teased Jeyne in your ear

It was a curious thing, this what you were feeling, like somebody wanted to take something that belonged to you, but again, he wasn’t a thing, and you didn’t own him. Not technically at least, your father did.

“Their day starts early tomorrow”, you mumbled, making Alysane stop and look back at you with a teasing smile on her face. “his training I mean”, you said then

“Of course”, she said, you signaled the poor shaking guard and he grabbed Cregan, and took him from your side. You could swear you saw lingering eyes from him to you, but you must have imagined it.

“You should… enjoy him while you can”, said Jeyne finally, once you found yourselves alone again

“What do you mean?”, you asked her, her and Alyssane shared complicit looks

“Well, obviously, before you take an old bat as a husband, you should enjoy one of his gladiators, like that Northman for example”

“No…”, you said quickly, “I couldn’t possibly do something like that”

“Why not?”, asked Alyssane

“He is a man trained as a gladiator!”, you said, “he is a bit dirty…”, you tried, not quite convinced 

“You have him bathed and oiled before you”, said Alyssane like it was no issue 

“What if he doesn't want to?”, you tried then

“He is a slave, under your command…”, said Jeyne, “...and a man”

“What if he decided to kill me instead?”, you said then, “wrap his hands around my neck”

“I will not shame you is that is to your pleasure”, giggled Alyssane

“Aly!”, you whined, “the point is I really couldn’t, I mean, he is big and thick… and wild looking”

“Delicious then”, she offered

“Dangerous…”, you continued, although you felt your cheeks heated. 

“Well if you don't have him, maybe I could!”, she teased

“What are you talking about?!”, you asked, scandalized, “when have you heard that proper Andal women lay with their gladiators?”

“Oh I’ve heard a ludus where such things happen quite frequently”, she teased

“Where?”, you asked

“In Alys Rivers’ ludus!”, your eyes opened wide in shock

“Really?”, you asked, “the bastard sister of the Lanista Larys Strong?”, you asked 

“They say she offers her gladiators in… other manners”, she said, winking at you, “perhaps we should find ourselves at her door?”, she asked Jeyne

“Perhaps we shall”, she said back. 

“Don’t be mean!”, you teased back, she laughed, as she was clearly jesting, you hoped.

“The hour is late”, said Jeyne with a soft smile, “I should start my journey back to my villa before my father starts a search party”, she said, raising from her chair

“Yes! me as well!”, said Alyssane, “I hope I can meet you tomorrow at the market?”, she asked you, you smiled and nodded profusely, as you accompanied them to the atrium, and therefore the door

As you watched them leave, nervousness started to take a hold on you, as did the warmth of the wine consumed to hide your embarrassment 

It was not common to find yourself alone in your villa, your father had allowed it because you were in company of friends -who had influential fathers-, but now there you stood, no brothers, or sisters in law, father or friends to loom over you.

Your lower belly burned with necessity, with something you have never felt before, a longing, your body burned with anticipation and excitement. You didn’t know if it was the mulsum you had drank, or the power you just discovered, all the whole thing combined.

“Bring the Northman up here”, you said to the first guard you saw, he nodded and went to comply with your command. Your body was tingly because of the alcohol and you were excited to say the least, you didn’t even care that you had already sent the poor man down mere minutes ago, tonight, you had the power.

You shakily served yourself some more wine, back in the safety of the triclinium, the room where you ate, met with friends and family, where you were most comfortable. The man was standing right in front of you in minutes, the guards nodded at you and then left you as they had done before.

The gladiator stood there, now he seemed more surprised than before, as he found you alone, and he also seemed to be showing more of his emotions on his face.

“Northman”, you called, he turned to you quickly, anger in his eyes

“That’s not my name!”, it took you by surprise, you couldn’t deny it, the anger in his eyes, the sharpness in his tone. 

“What is your name?”, it was of no consequence to you, his domina, and you should express so, that it did not matter anymore what his real name was, but, there you were, asking him nonetheless

“My parents named me Cregan”, he said, “of House Stark”, he said sharply, “as many leaders of my house before me”

There was so much more you wanted to ask, as his words truly shocked you, but as you gazed down the street you came to your senses, realizing that you should not allow such things. As your father tended to say, “who were you before this Ludus does not matter, the only thing in your mind should be sand, and the blood of your enemies”

“That is not what you are here for”, you finally find your voice, minimizing his anger at hand, turning his attention somewhere else.

“Remove your subligaria”, you whispered the command as if you did not wish it, and his sharp eyes were trained on you

“Look at you, a little domina in the making”, he teased, his tone much changed since he let you know of his true name. The very words made your cheeks heated, and you found yourself averting his gaze, his did not stray from your face as he released himself from the only item of clothing he was wearing. Your eyes followed the trail of his perfect skin, down his toned chest to his belly and…

The sight alone made you gasp. 

This looked nothing like the ones of the male slaves in the market, if anything, those were… flacid and small, that sight brought you disgust and uneasiness, this one however, made your mouth dry and your skin tingle with desire. Desire that was pooling in your lower belly.

“You can touch me”, he said, he was being amused at your expense, only making you even more nervous, “I will not bite… much”, your hand was placed on his belly, muscles showing in beautiful shapes, you couldn't believe something could be hard but soft at the same time.

As your hand lowered, you found thick dark hairs there, making you shudder 

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen”, he whispered, so close to your face your hand stopped right before getting to his base and you looked up at him.

“I’m the daughter of your dominus”, you said, as you believed he was forced to praise you.

“Do you think that’s got something to do with what I just said?”, he asked. Your hand stopped right as the base of his cock, you shuddered, his manhood was terribly hot. 

You had never spoken to this man before today, you had barely glanced at him, and now, here he stood, under your command, looking at you with his sharp eyes, not missing a thing. 

“I’m sorry, this was a bad idea…”, you whined retrieving your hands like his skin burned you. Cregan grunted when your soft hands left his cock, and that only made you burn more heatedly

“And you are going to leave me hanging like this?”, he asked, amused, mocking you, but inside he was suffering, he was enjoying it too much, it has been so long without a woman’s touch, “you can’t do that!”

“My apologies”, you said quickly, leaving him there standing 

His doctore came to collect him, he retrieved his cloth from the ground, putting it in place

“A little tease that one”, he mumbled to the serious man

“Do not speak of domina in that way”, he growled as he pushed him 

“There is not much domina in her”, he chuckled

“That’s it, five lashes in the courtyard”, he said

“I’d think better of it doctore”, he said defiantly, taking advantage of the fact that only the two of them were present in the narrow passage that separated the villa from the training grounds of the Slaves, “the Vulcanalia is merely a fortnight away from now, and they have high hopes for me”

“Keep walking boy”, Roose Bolton threatened.

He led him downstairs and then through the big gate that separated the villa from the ludus, where the gladiators lived and trained. A guard locked it tight after they passed through it

“I advise you to keep what happened to yourself”, he said gloomly, Cregan looked back at his doctore, but nodded.

He was directed straight to a long open room, where the gladiators ate lunch and dinner. He directed himself to the cook, who gave him a clay pot with a white mush in it, just like the day before, and the night before that. 

“Here comes the whore!”, someone shouted at him, as his “brothers” started mocking him and winking at him.

It didn’t take much to guess what happened in the villa, there was only one reason you get called upon at such hours, and wearing so little

“Shut the hell up Ben”, he mumbled to his only friend he had in the Ludus, he haden’t say anything, but he was grinning at him like an idiot.

“Was it her?”, he asked him, “the daughter? the domina?”

“Yes”, he said, his friend pushed him playfully

“Did you fuck her?”, Cregan just looked at him angrily

“No”

“Was she not pleased with you then?”. he asked, frowning

“She is young, she doesn’t know what she wants”, he said simply, really not wanting to share what had happened upstairs.

It was humiliating, to say the least, to be treated like that. To be called upon to be gazed at by women who looked at him like a piece of meat, and then again to be touched.

Oh but he meant every word

You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, since the first time he saw you, standing on that balcony, looking down at him. He did not blame you for your father, for the blood that ran through your veins, for the republic that created you. You had nothing to do with any of it.

Just by looking at you he could tell the kind soul that moved your body and warmed your heart

But you were the daughter of the man who purchased him, he wasn’t the one who enslaved him, but it was the man that had condemned him to the life of a gladiator. 

“Well, maybe you can change her mind”, he teased

The only reason he was playing along with the Andals was to see how to escape them, so far, it had been easy to stay alive, he had been trained since he could pick up a sword on how to hunt, how to fight, how to survive, the North was not a place for the weak

“Father?”, you called out loud, the servants all dropped their eyes as you passed them by looking for him, but you couldn’t find him in his study, so you were on your way to his room at the other side of the villa

“What’s this ruckus?”, he asked, looking at you with sharp eyes as he went to encounter you in the atrium

“My good friend Alyssane has summoned me to go to the market at noon”, you knew he wouldn’t refuse you, not if Alyssane was involved, so he just sighed and motioned for you to follow him. You went back to his study, passing all the statues decorating the atrium. A normal Andal family would display in honor effigies of their most prominent family members, but yours displayed the most prominent gladiators and fighters that had come from this ludus.

“Here”, he passed you a small punch filled with gold coins

“Thank you father”, you said, offering a complacent smile

“Take one of my men with you”, he said then, “one of the gladiators”

“I hardly think that’s necessary, a servant and a guard would do just fine”, you said quickly, always as you were in the market you wanted to pass by as inconspicuous as you could. 

“I insist, after the games, and before the Vulcanalia, I want the people to see them, to get excited, take the Northman”, you hid your face before your father could see the embarrassment in it. 

One of the guards of the villa went to fulfill his request, and you sighed in exasperation. 

You came back to your rooms to get ready to go out, and once you were, you returned to the entrance of the house, where Cregan himself was waiting for you with a severe look on his face, this was not to his liking, he was standing right by a guard, and by Roose Bolton. 

The sight alone made you tremble

Had he told anybody what happened the day before? that you had touched him and presumed to have him?

Once his eyes found yours, he smirked. 

“If something befalls the daughter of your dominus, fate worse than death awaits you boy”, he said in his ear

“Rest assured, that I will look after her with my life”, he said with a silly little smile.

You took a long sigh, and nodded to the guards and started walking out of the villa.

The villa stood on top of a hill, you had a pretty nice view upon the city of King’s Landing, but the rest of it wasn't quite impressive, the road was made of dirt and the houses around it were less impressive than the one your father had inherited from his father. It had been in your family since the very creation of the city.

You led a small comitive, all on foot, as you bluntly refused to be carried in a cot. You, your faithful slave Anya, Cregan himself, being flanked by two guards.

The center of the city started right at the foot of the hill, so it was a short minute walk.

You reach a street made of cobblestone, one adjacent to the one that led to the main street, as it was time before you had to meet Alyssane, you started to look the small stores

“Did your father hear of the way you handled me last night?”, Cregan whispered as Anya was tending elsewhere, you look back sharply at the Northman.

“No, and he shall not!”, you said sharply

“Oh well, I guess if he had, he’d have me castrated”, he whispered for your ears only, “and I guess you don’t want that as it seems you like what you saw”, he teased

“Stop it”, you said back. Your father was a practical man, and if he had heard of what occurred last night, you would be the one at fault, as everyone involved was just following your command. “My father will never know of this”, you sentenced 

“You wanted to lay with me? A gladiator? a slave?”, he asked then

“I was mistaken”, you said, trying to gaze upon what a man was cooking on his store towards the street, it smelled delicious 

“You are mistaken”, you heard him claim, his thick accent made your thighs, “for seeking bedding before connecting, to seek sex, instead of love, to want lust before you even began to feel the fondness”, he said sincerely.

“Push domina!”, you heard, as a cold rag was placed on your forehead

“Shut the hell up you cunt!”, you screamed at the top of your lungs, as you tried, with all your strength, as you had done before, the longest seconds of your life passed before you felt the familiar relief as you pushed your child from your body. 

An immediate cry resounded all over the room and that made you almost life, but it was more like a twisted cackle

“Another girl”, you heard, so your relief was short lived… and another whine escaped your lips, this one, broke your own heart, it was a shattering sound. You saw them wrap her up on linens, as she cried, they shared looks and turned their backs on you, heading to the door after they cleaned her

“WAIT!”, you screamed, your throat raw, “let me see her”, you begged them

“Apologies Domina, we must present her first”, said the one slave you always forgot the name of.

“No”, you whined, and they took her from you. You swore then and there that if your fucking husband decided against her life, you’d have his fucking balls nailed alongside him in a cross in the square, right in front of the curia.  

“A girl dominus”, said the slave, bowing profusely, leaving the little babe at the foot of the reclinium her father was laying at. 

“If I say death, she’ll have my balls!”, he exclaimed, “I give her life”, he said then after a sigh, with a wave of his hand, the slave was quick to take the babe off the surface and took her back to her mother. 

You held your breath until you saw the slave coming back with your little baby girl in her arms, and you could breathe again as she was placed in your arms

“Dominus has given her life”, she claimed solemnly, of course he did. “She is perfect domina”, she said with a nod to her head

“I want to name her Aurelia”, you whispered lovingly, looking down at your daughter, as your two other girls, she kept the Baratheon features through and through, this one though, seemed to have inherited the colour of your eyes.

The medicus came after, to examine you and the babe, and give you a tonic to soothe the afterbirth pains

“She won’t stop popping up girls!”, he shouted

“So what?”, chuckled Robert

“I have no male heirs!”

“Boys are a bother”, he laughed, “I wish I had three of my sweet Myrcella, I would sell the others at the market if it weren’t for Cersei”, Borros laughed as he shook his head, “I’ll tell you what… I’ll trade you Joffrey for Julia”, he whispered in his brother’s ear

“Very funny… Julia is my favorite”, he mumbled 

“You’ll not trade my son”, said Cersei arriving at the triclinium, she layed in the sofas in front of the two men, and took a goblet of wine to drown the cheeses and bread that were offered.  “Aurelia is a delight Borros”, she congratulated, “congratulations”

“Besides! we will have an empress soon enough”, said Robert, “If a woman can inherit the Republic, why not a stupid house with a couple of acres around it and money in the temple?”, he asked. Cersei smiled into her goblet

“She will never inherit the Republic and sit before the senate”, she mumbled

“Why the hell not?”, asked Robert, and his wife and brother looked at him amazed, “is that what your father says?”, he mocked softly, husband and wife shared meaningful looks of defiance 

“The senate, meaning us, will never allow it”, said Borros, ignorant of the tension between his brother and his wife.

“Why?”, he asked again, playing with his brother, “she knows how to read and write, where is the North and where’s the south”, clearly mocking his brother, who had never been the brightest, or rather…wasn’t the best… with the tutors in their youth

“She couldn’t go to war!”, he said then, frowning, cheeks heated

“The emperor hasn't gone to war in decades! That's why he has us! That's why they can appoint consuls!”, he said simply

“Well, he has you who will jump at the first opportunity to lead the armies into battle”, said Borros.

“Exactly, that’s why the consuls are there, when is put in question, I’ll vote for her ascent”, he said, “I like her, she’s got fire and strength”

“She is a statue sitting alongside her father”

“Nah, she is listening, watching, everything and everyone, she’s got you all fooled”, he said pointing at each with his goblet, “remember my words! that woman will change the entire world!”

“She might be the smartest person in the room, but she is still a woman!”, said his brother

“Is that all it takes to be emperor? a little sausage between your legs?”, he asked then, “not divine bloodline? not strength and allies?”

“Dominus”, greeted one of the slaves, interrupting the quickly heating discussion, “here’s Aurelia”, Robert signaled the slave when his brother did not receive her, and took his niece in his arms. 

“Look at this little one”, cooed Robert as he held the newborn in his big arms, “she is perfect! Congratulations brother, especially because she takes after her mother! blessed by the gods!”, he laughed. 

“She is a little doll”, said Cersei with a soft smile.

“Wouldn’t you want this one, Julia, Cornelia or Myrcella to become leaders of our families one day? or be in the senate themselves?”, naming all the daughters they had between the two couples, he cooed towards the little baby. 

“Well, no when there’s Joffrey”, said Cersei simply, luckily, she missed the hiss that twisted her husband’s face, as he played with the newborn 

Three months later 

The crowd of the busy street of King’s landing parted before you like the waves, they did so because you are accompanied by none other than Cersei Lannister, and her platoon of soldiers, no other reason, although your lineage was no less impressive. 

“He said he will divorce me if I can’t procure a male heir”, you said angrily, to her, trying to ignore the lingering eyes on the two of you, “he is going to take my girls! he doesn’t even want them!”, Cersei nodded as she pulled into your arm.

“Robert does not miss the opportunity to tell me he will never give me a divorce”, she said then after a longing sigh 

“Really?”, you asked, frowning

“He says he would never want to make me that happy”, she said with twisted look on her face, “but I know in reality is because he doesn’t want to keep the children, he knows that it would kill me if he takes them, but before I die I’d take him with me”, you hummed deep in thought.

But it made sense, as the husband was the one that took the children in case of a divorce

“But no matter, sweet sister”, she said, squeezing your arm, “I have just the thing to help you”. With just a look on her face the guards stood on both sides of the door to an establishment, there was no name to indicate what might be, although everyone knew about it. 

it was an apothecary… or at least, that was on the front. You smiled. Since you married into the family seven years ago, you wondered how Cersei could withstand Robert, she always seemed so… content… then you heard the rumors of her relationship with the one and only Alys Rivers… and then you started to look at your sister by law quite differently… almost with admiration

Almost

You had not managed to fully earn her trust, and in the last few years you worked very hard on that purpose, but the threat of Borros divorcing you finally seemed to do the trick, as now she had invited you along to her… continuous visits to “the apothecary”

“I thought you’d never bring me along”, you teased, she smiled at you. 

“Believe, I don’t do this lightly, she will help…”, she said, “it worked for me, and we are married to the same… entity”, she, as always, chose her words carefully, as she pulled you inside. 

The both of you entered the place, a strong smell of herbs hit your face as you did, but you didn’t have to put up with it much longer, you were led to the back by an old woman minding the apothecary, that could barely walk, she’d be a good front, you’d think.

She led you towards the center of the square, 

The house had two faces, leading to two different but parallel streets. 

You reached the back through an open corridor, and then… you reached another, smaller house in the heart of the block

A beautiful woman with long black curls exited it to receive you

“My darling”, she muttered with a velvety voice. It was none other than Alys Rivers, bastard sister of the Lanista Larys Strong. 

“It’s very pleasant to finally gaze upon you”, Cersei greeted, and kissed each other's cheeks twice.

“And who might this be?”, she asked as she finally seemed to notice you, standing nervously behind Cersei

“My sister by-law”, presented Cersei, giving her your name, you smiled at her, with excitement in your eyes and complicit in your lips, and she caught on immediately. 

“Then you must be as discrete as my dear Cersei”, she said carefully, you nodded slowly, not interrupting the eye contact

“I am, indeed”, you whispered. 

Without further words she stating walking back towards the small villa in the center of the block, and once you crossed the threshold, it was like crossing to another world entirely.

You came across a passage, with several doors on each side. The light seemed not to have entered the spaces in years, instead oil lamps and candles lit up the thin corridor. As you walked down the hallway, you discovered painting, depicting scenes of sex: orgies and other scenarios that and your skin tingled in anticipation.

Yes, you knew exactly what your sister in law had been doing, and you wanted to do it too.

Borros indulged in the company of other women, why shouldn’t you indulge in the company of other men? You had heard what he said about you, about your beautiful girls, he was disappointed. Well, you were disappointed in him as well. He lacked the lover’s touch, he cared not for your pleasure, he took what he wanted, when he wanted it and that was it.

You wanted more

You deserved more

Since you married Borros he would drag you to the Coliseum, to watch gladiator fights, soon it was you who was more interested in attending said fights.

You cared not for the blood or blades, but the men that drew them. 

Muscular, thick men, with rough hands and fire in their veins.

And finally, your wish was going to come true,

“As you may know, this is the house where your most hidden desires come to life”, Alys, as the house she ruled, was similar, mysterious, delightful, and hot as the summer sun. “My gladiators delight the men in the arena, and the women in this very domus”, she teased as she walked ahead of you. She didn’t even stop at the end of the hallway, she just opened the door.

A strong smell of incense hit your nose, and inside you could barely see. not a window in sight, but oil lamps and candles lit the huge space, where whatever you looked you could find big beds, the finest silks, tapestries, and everything.

This early in the day, you could only distinguish faint silhouettes roaming around the room, manly silhouettes, you may add. You could barely see, but at the same time you felt like you didn’t need to, you could feel, the smoke coming from the incense help to keep things hidden and discret, as Alys had said. Perfect to do what you wanted to do, without being spotted.

“my love…”, you noticed that now Alys didn’t use her name, but your sister bylaw just nodded and made herself at home, getting lost behind one of the curtains and out of your sight. “And what are we going to do with you, my darling?”, she asked you.

You were nervous

Yes you fantasized about Gladiators, but none in particular 

“Would you like someone experienced?”, she tried, “someone rough?”

“I just gave birth three moons ago”, you said, suddenly shy

“I understand”, she said, “so someone, gentler, perhaps, passionate, but not rough, soft, but not lacking the strength of the arena”, you nodded slowly, you were still sensitive, so that description sounded exactly what you needed 

She led you back to one of the rooms in the hallway, she knocked twice and then she opened the door slowly.

The room was painted red, only a single bed in the middle, and two oil lamps. It wasn’t less lavish, tapestries hung by the walls in the most Bravosi style, as were the designs of the fabrics.

But you paid it no mind, as lounging lazily in the bed, layed a handsome man. His body was not completely rippled by muscles, but you could tell he wielded a sword as swiftly as one would a pencil. His face was manly, and handose, but his hairs… oh his hairs…

“He and his brother are from the far lands of Lys, that’s why their hairs are the colour of silver”, Alys presented with her velvety voice. “this is Aegon”

“Hello Aegon”, you said, missing your words.

“I’ll leave you alone”, she said, and left you alone with him

You thought you should be nervous, but in reality, you weren’t, you wanted to eat that man up from head to toe, you wanted to mount him like he was a bull.

He stood from the bed, his cock only hidden by his subligaria.

“So, have you done…?”, his question was trapped in his lips and you threw yourself over him, trapping his mouth with yours. 

He caught on, immediately, he grabbed you, roughly, but with soft hands, and as quick as he was, soon you were bare in front of him. He separated himself from you, only to gaze upon you, with those purple eyes of him blown out,

“I love patrician women”, he purred

“Shut up”, you demanded, “I did not come here to hear you talk about others”, you said quickly, he was quick to smirk, he grabbed you then, dropped you to the bed

“Right to it then”, he seemed entertained, and as you looked at him, you realised you couldn’t have picked a more different man then your husband.

Oh, that simpleton.

You thought about this so many times, about finding someone who could finally scratch that itch, and Aegon could be that person. 

He was over you in a second, trapping your lips with his.

The only man you ever had was Borros, and this, only as he loomed over you, kissing you, it was a world apart. He was so sensual, so dominating. Yes you were sensitive as you gave birth months ago, but all of that seemed forgotten as his greedy hands grabbed your soft body. 

He went straight to it, he parted your thighs and accommodated himself between them. 

You did not know what led you to do this, maybe the years of oppression from your family and your husband, maybe the fact that your husband cares not for your pleasure, whatever it might be. You liked that it took you there.

He tried you first, his thick fingers explored your folds to make sure you were wet enough for him, the mere touch bringing you to needy whimpers, spreading your legs wider.

After that, you don’t remember much about the order of the events.

He fucked you

Thoroughly y and deliciously 

Once he entered you slowly and realized you were in nothing but pleasure, he grew more confident and star fucking into you roughly, fast as he grabbed your hips.

If the rest of the house could hear your screams of ecstasy, you cared little for it. You let yourself be fucked by him in this position, and the next one, in all fours with him behind you, and then you rode him, as he were a wild bull. 

You found your pleasure in his arms, over and over again.

And when he was done, releasing himself inside of you, you got up from the bed, leaving him to spend right there on the bed, serving himself a cup of wine. And then you got dressed and left him as he was smirking. 

You returned to the main space of the house, there you found Cersei and Alys, chatting in a manner that told you they were sharing secrets, whe they saw you approaching, they both smiled widely at you.

“We must leave you”, said Cersei, “we are missed at home”, she said quickly.

You had this feeling that you ‘let you have your fun’ but still you had this feeling that you were not all the way on the same side with her.

It has always been this way now that you think about it.

“Thank you for your… services”, you said slowly to the woman, as you paid her. She took the gold coins for you and smiled.

“I hope to see you soon”, she whispered. 

Cersei and you left with no more words exchanged. 

“And to think you’d keep this from me”, you said teasingly, as you found yourselves back in the courtyard, she only smirked at you as you exited the building

You were exhilarated, you couldn't believe what you just did, you felt so amazing, so free.

You couldn’t wait until you came back. 

“Don’t forget to drink the tea”, she only said, as you returned to the shop and bought precisely that, “my dear brother by law is dense, but not as dense not to notice a babe with silver strands in his head”

You felt like a child being chided. 

Your ego was somewhat bruised, but, the pleasure has been such, you were willing to let it slide. 

For now.

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“Come on Robin!”, one encouraged, “live a little”, the man palmed the young patrician on his back, and he waved him off

“I don’t know, it's a big investment”, he said, sipping on his cup of honeyed wine

“The Vulcanalia is going to be greater this year than any other”, observed Tyland, “and only a week away, we are all going to participate one way or another… if you want to catch the eye of anyone in the senate, that is the perfect opportunity to do so”, all of the men gathered there in the villa of Tyland Lannister had been in the Tywin Lannister games this day, they had invited only the most prominent men of King’s Landing after the games to talk matters of state, amongst other things. 

“It’s the perfect opportunity for your introduction in this world my friend”, insisted Reydwyne, palming the man’s shoulder. 

The young man sippied his wine, as he watched the show unfolding in front of him.

Robin looked around, there were all men in the reunion, they went without their wives and how he had wished he brought his, as it was becoming increasingly dull, the Lannister villa was filled with aged men.

Female slaves, -they had to be-. has been painted in white, and dressed with little clothes, they were made to move and dance provocatively in the middle of the atrium, where the pool was, a beautifully decorated impluvium with a platform in the middle. 

Now he understood why the wives of the illustrious men weren’t here. Tyland had recently been divorced, but the female slaves were instructed to be more… caring… towards the guests.

He politely declined the invitation of a beautiful woman who had invited him to one of the rooms, and he stood in the corner.

He liked watching… he liked watching men talking, he liked watching reactions, who was talking to who, and who reacted to what, he was good at it, this was a new territory he wanted to conquer, for his family, to take his rightful place in the senate, and he needed to be watchful of his every step. 

Oh how he would have liked to have you by his side, your eyes, added to his, saw twice as much. 

All the men of the republic worth knowing were under this roof. Although the man of the day, Tywin Lannsiter himself, and Otto Hightower, the second in command, were nowhere to be seen at this late hour, they were sure behind their studie’s walls, plotting.

The Baratheons were not in the atrium at the moment either, but rather because they did accept the beautiful slave’s invitations.

And he was here, standing in the middle. 

To gather the attention of all of them, he needed to do so with something they all admire from time to time, and if the show of today in the coliseum was any indication, he knew exactly how to do it. 

“Enough pondering”, he said, to Tyland and Edwyn Redwyne, both smiled toothingly. “let’s start spending my family’s money”, he said with a confident smile.

Tywin would not sully himself with dealing with gladiators and their training, but his nephew Tyland would, as the second born male, he had dedicated himself to other endeavors rather than having the largest gold mine in the Republic, he dedicated himself to business of pleasure to the senses of the people of King’s Landing. 

“I’ll tell you, Harwin Strong, is a champion loved by all the people in King’s landing, it will definitely catch people’s attention, especially under your patronage”, muttered Tyland, “of course I would never put him in the market, but for you, my friend… I’m willing”

Robin was not as savvy in the world of Gladiators as he liked himself to be.

But the very late hours of the night found him signing papers of ownership, over Harwin Strong. 

And the very early hours of the day found him finally arriving to his family’s villa

As the sunlight already lightened all the open spaces of his house, his servants were up as well, started their daily duties, he greeted each and every one of them as he entered his home towards his private quarters. 

“A letter from your father arrived in the middle of the night”, you said as you saw your husband entering the atrium, he sighed as he saw you, with a tired smile. You were all dressed and ready to start your day, while he was barely just arriving, “I have fixed a small breakfast for you”, you signaled to the trays of foods with various fruits and cheeses alongside tables at the Triclinium at the next vestibule.

Robin smiled at you and cradled your face in his hands and he leaned in for a kiss on your lips

“You are the best wife I could ever ask for”

“Oh I KNOW”, you mocked, sticking you tongue out for him, “your father would like us to remember why he send us here”, you said more severely, turning to what was important.

“You read the letter?”, he asked, raising one of his eyebrows at you

“Of course I did”, you said quickly 

“Good, you know how I hate surprises”,  he chuckled

“He is right”, you tried, “I need to get pregnant”, you said, he nodded, sighing, you knew this wasn’t a good time to bother him with this, he had barely slept, but the letter had just arrived after weeks on the road and you needed to send answer and quickly.

He seemed to think about it for a while, and then he looked at you again

“Give me a couple of days”, he said softly, “and I might come to a solution to our troubles”, he said softly, you nodded 

“Fine”, you said, giving him a smile, “join me for breakfast?”, you asked him

“Of course my love”, he said simply. You walked towards the open dining room, it was a bit ostentatious to have your food there while nobody else was present, but you were still getting ahold of the new villa of his family in the capital, and the servants and slaves on it. The villa is on the main street of King’s Landing. From the front door you could actually see the imperial palace and even the curia and the main square. 

You ate as he told you anecdotes about his night and the people he saw in it, you knew there was something in there he wasn’t telling you, but… you let him be. 

Robin gazed upon the pool placed in the middle of the triclinium, and frowned when he noticed it was empty

“The pool”, he pointed.

“Well, with the current drought, I’d rather drink the water we can luckily afford instead of gazing upon it”, you said simply, sipping the same liquid, “I will not have our servants and guards drop due to dehydration”, Robin smiled at you

“My very conscious wife”, he admired

“When the rains come, thanks to the offerings at the vulcanalia, the impluvium will see to the restoration of the pool”, you said certainly, he nodded

“Very well”, he said with a soft smile. He took a long sigh as he gazed upon the beautiful paintings on the wall, depicting on each wall, the four seasons and the gods related to it, as he gazed upon the wall on the left, there was a depiction of the summer, in the corner, the god Vulcalo gazed upon the room on a cave, fire around him

“The vulcanalia approaches quickly”, he said without thought, you looked at him and smiled

“I can’t wait to see the games”, you offered, “go to circus maximus and gaze upon the chariot races”

“Don’t you want to gaze upon the gladiators?”, he tried, raising one of his eyebrows, you looked at him, conflicted

“I think the races are more attractive”, you said shyly. He didn’t insist on it. You enjoyed the company of the other as you laid in your chairs

“I have taken lovers, you should take some too”, he said, finishing his tale, with those big eyes of him 

“I don’t take it lightly”, you said with a sigh, laying down looking at the beautiful tiles of the ceiling, “I don’t just want to lie with anybody”, 

“I know you didn’t want to come to the capital…”, he tried then

“I didn’t”, you conceded

“But I want you to be happy, or at least content…”

“I feel so lonely all the time”, you whispered, “at the Vale at least I had friends”

“You should go out there, I will speak to my friends, you can invite them and their wives, host a small diner in the atrium”

“Well I don’t want to get too attached, what is going to happen when we go back to the Vale?”, you said, looking at him in defiance, he gave you an apologetic smile.

“We might be here a while”, he said carefully, “my father wants me to take his seat in the senate”, he said firmly, you nodded

“I’m aware”, you said softly

“We need to built a life here”, he said surely, “come back with a few children at least”

“I know”, you assured him. “You have your mission, and I have mine”, you assured him

“Indeed we do”, he said with a soft smile.

Your conversation with your husband only strengthened his resolve and he seemed pleased with his hurried decision to embark himself on the life of a Lanista. He knew how careful you were with the people you decided to relate to, so he knew you wouldn’t find a lover easily, not in the delicate environment you were navigating.

You could pick the wrong one, and then the entirety of King’s Landing would know. 

So, as he had gazed upon the handsome gladiator, he had another reason to support his endeavour. 

It was literally two days until he went to Tyland’s Lannister Ludus to retrieve his new man. 

He knew nothing of training, he had a spare room in the servants quarters and a spacious open inner atrium where he could practice. You, as a family, had everything you could ever need. 

So he knew he was going to find you at home after midday supper, then is when he entered his home, Harwin Strong himself hot on his trail. 

The man at his side was quiet, didn’t say anything but he watched with interest the villa and all within it. 

Harwin was born into a good Andal family, being the second son there was not much to be expected from him, yet he grew to best his elder brother in everything he set his eyes on, and for a whole season, it seemed that he was his father’s clear successor. Until his untimely death in the middle of the night under strange circumstances. The next thing the proper patrician families knew, is that he had ‘condemned himself’ to the life of a gladiator, on his own accord.

That couldn’t be the furthest from the truth.

But Harwin Strong was somewhat a simple man, and he was playing the hand he was dealt with. That said hand led him here, to the Villa of one of the most prominent families of the Republic, he looked at the young man and he knew that he did not know much of what he was doing, but he seemed a good man, fearful of the gods, and apparently his wife. 

That thought alone made him chuckle

You stood in a beautifully decorated room leading to the atrium, as Robin had his study, you had yours, in which you liked to pursue your interests.

“My darling wife”, started Robin, moving the curtain to enter your private space

“Good day husband”, you greeted as he used to. 

“I want to introduce you to someone”, he started, so you forced a pleased smile on your face and followed him back to the main space of your villa. You expected friends, prominent people, but you did not found any of that. 

“Robin, who’s that?”, he turned back to you and smiled at you, gave you those smiles that he displayed when he had done something stupid.

“This is Harwin Strong, a Gladiator…”, he said, you raised your eyebrows at him, inviting him to explain further, “...I have purchased”, your face got all serious all of a sudden, as you looked at your husband and then you turned to the man in question.

The man was big and broad, dark long locks adorned his handsome face, he had those beautiful big green eyes, and unlike the rest of the men who fought in the arena, he had a beard and mustache over his lip. 

“Eh…”, you didn’t know what you could possibly say, no in front of him at least, “may I speak to you in private, husband?, you asked him. He nodded, not very enthusiastically

“Luceon”, he called a young servant, “please take him to his chambers, the unoccupied room in the servants quarters”, he said the young man nodded and accompanied the gladiator, he barely fit through the hallways

“What the fuck?”, you whispered angrily to him, he immediately raised his arms in surrender. This took you by complete surprise, as the presence of the gladiator in your home had completely sweep you off your feet. 

“He is our way into the high society”, he said quickly

“How so?”, you asked him, frowning. 

“He will fight under our name in the Arena, capturing the attention of all the high families”, you looked at him with a frown, and in disbelief. 

“Robin, I cannot presume to tell you what to do, with yourself and your family’s fortune, but…”

“You can always presume to do so”, he said quickly

“I don’t think you thought this through, many of the great families have nothing to do with the Lanista life, and furthermore, Lanistas are not in much… great esteem”, you said as delicately as you could. 

“Tyland Lannister is”, he said quickly

“Tyland Lannister is the second son of a second son!”, you said then

“He sits in the senate”

“Near the door”, you responded, but he seemed so thrilled about this, you couldn’t take it away from him, so you just shook your head. “We know nothing of training gladiators”, you said then, “and he will be only one… I hope”

“He was once a free man, entering this world because of pure pleasure, he had been in it for at least ten years, he knows what he is doing, and I also saw to that small complication”, he said quickly. 

“You bought a Doctore too?”, you asked him, he only smiled apologetically to you, you shook your head again, taking a big breath

You looked at your husband, your very best friend since you could walk and remember. 

It was not a conventional marriage, it was true, Robin preferred the company of other men, and even though you tried, he couldn’t summon children from you. You knew this once you married, and again, you did not care. Where everything is up to the Gods, up to fate and the ambition of people around you, you choose the safest path, the better path.

Your life alongside Robin was a bit short of perfect. Your parents were thrilled you decided to choose one another and did not fight it but encouraged it. The only thing you were lacking… was a child. You had been married for five years, and still nothing. You knew how to read between the lines, and the Paterfamilias of the Arryns was many things, but he was not an idiot. 

You were sent here, away from the eyes of the Vale and the seat of Robin’s house to make an heir, however you chose. He knew about his son’s preferences, and he did not care, as long as he got what he wanted: the security of his line, and his house. That is why, you believed, he chose you above many other, perhaps more suitable candidates to marry his son. 

You were his friend, completely devoted to him, you were a willing accomplice and the most faithful they could secure. It was an agreement, where everyone won. 

Some times, at night you’d wonder how it would feel like, to have a husband that desired you, that wanted to have every part of you, but then you’d think about the way that even if you had married a man who preferred to lie with women, one that desired only you was also very difficult. Not guaranteed. 

But the love you held for one another, even if it wasn’t passionate, it was true and the purest kind of love. Born from friendship and loyalty. 

Robin was a great husband, an amazing friend, and one day, he was going to be the best father and Paterfamilias to your house, and you were going to be by his side.

Your body slave helped you remove your stola you whore for the day. As it was truly hot, you got away with the fact of using only one layer of proper clothing, as it was delicately made and the details in gold drove all the attention to the sheerness of the material itself. being in the center of the city made sure you were truly trapped in the heat. The wind did not blow as freely. 

“How is the fabric of the new dress for this weather?”, you asked Thalia

“It is very fresh, yet modest, domina, it was a great choice”, she said softly, releasing your hair from the decorations you chose for the day. 

“If it's of any discomfort, to you or any other, please let me know”, you said softly, she nodded.. Thalia was your body slave, and Luceon Robin’s, they are to be by your side, and you held them in steem above the rest of the servants/slaves. Thalia had been with you since you were a child, she was born in your father’s villa in the Vale, born into the servitude of your house. 

“Make sure please everybody has eaten and drank water”, you said, she nodded, as she exchanged looks with Luceon. “Thank you Thalia, you can go to bed now, the hour is late”, you said gently, she smiled

“Thank you domina”, she said softly, bowing her head, and then she left you in your nakedness, to put on your simple tunic for sleeping. 

Robin soon joined you, wearing his own soft tunic. 

“I couldn't help but notice… that Harwin has the same coloring as me”, he said sheepishly as he laid on the bed. With a sign of his hand Luceon was quick to leave you both alone for the night

“So…?”, you mumbled, raising one of your eyebrows, You grabbed a golden pitcher and put the water in a matching basin. you put oils then, then proceeded to cleaned your arms, and armpits, to get ready for bed. 

“Didn’t you notice? similar hair color, similar eye color…”, he teased with a smirk, you rolled your eyes, but he could not see you. 

“Robin I know where you're going with this”, you warned

“He is perfect”, he said then, carefully 

“You bought him to fight to the death for you and now you want to make him lie with me?”, you asked him. 

“I promised you I’d find a way to give you what you want… what I need, too”, he whispered, “I told you to give me a couple of days!” he said then, hurriedly. 

“And you came with this conclusion?”, you asked, astonished, finally turning to face him, “that’s why you purchased him?”, you asked, not believing his words

“No”, he said, and he was sincere, “My friends convinced me to do it while on my cups, but I couldn’t help but notice…”

“You really want me to lie with a man that probably wants to kill us? that could kill me?”, you asked him, you were exaggerating and you knew it, but still

“I told you it isn’t like that with him, he started as a gladiator as a free man”, he said, “he has known wealth and liberty, he does this because he wants to”, he said then, he scrutinized your expression and then he gave you a smirk, “don’t lie to me, I know you fancy him”, he teased

“He is handsome”, you admit, “I’m not blind, but did you really just purchase the patronage of a man, so he could lie with me?”, you asked him, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you were hurt. He raised from the bed as quickly as a snake, and grabbed your hand gently, and caressing their backs with his thumb, he searched for your eyes and you let them find them gazing at him in turn.

“I did not give him my patronage so he could lie with you”, he said, and he was truthful, you knew him better than you knew yourself. “But I did want to get involved with the games, and… well, he was willing and able, he was the perfect opportunity, the rest… came after”, he said.

He would never push you towards it, but you had been married for longer than five years, and his parents were getting nervous. He was the ever doted upon only child, so the survival of his house, of a great family of senators and kings before the republic, lied with him, and you. 

Not that his parents didn’t know of his inclinations for the same sex, but they always had faith… in you… of all people, to summon his heirs. A great burden, but he was your very best friend in the whole world, and now your husband.

They send you here… in the eyes of everyone to gain favor and take a place in the senate, but… you had the unspoken mission of summoning an heir, however you could. 

You couldn’t help but sigh loudly, you always knew that your mission in life was to bring forth children, to be the carriers of their father’s name, you to be a proper Andal woman, to be a matron, to care for your family, and your house’s affairs. to be an ever dutiful daughter, wife, and mother. You were alright with that prospect, you were. You wanted to be… And yet you were failing

“I am sorry I cannot give you what you want, and what i want too, and need”, he said, with a broken voice, it had only been a couple of times in your life when you heard him talk with this tone, and it brought you chills.

“You don’t need to be sorry Robin”,  you said shyly, kissing his cheek, “you are the very best man I know”

“And i’m sorry if I ever brought you pain or discomfort”, he whispered against your cheek

“You could never”, you whispered. He kissed your forehead slowly. 

“Let’s go to sleep, wife, great weeks are ahead”, he said softly. And you went to sleep in Somnus’ arms

Robin had been extra caring towards you for the next few days, as an apology for purchasing a gladiator and assuming you could bed him.

Harwin trained in the villa alongside his doctore but you didn't even look at the man, your villa was big enough so you didn't have to glance upon him unwillingly. You were apprehensive of him because once you had the chance to gaze upon his almost naked form, sweaty, his chest there for all to see, as he trained in the courtyard. He caught you staring and ever since you had been avoiding him like the plague. 

So you just ignore him, he was something Robin wanted to pursue, and you should support him. Even though the thought of a man having him fight to the death because you paid for it didn’t sit well with you at all, but if he had been a free man then you guessed it was better. 

The vulcanalia was fast approaching, big celebrations all over the Republic, in which you were to appease the god Vulcan, for him to be merciful, as he was the god of wildfires, very common under this heat. 

There were going to be religious processions, athletic events, as races on foot, and even wrestling. There were going to be hunts of wild animals, and specially, chariot races and gladiatorial races, being shown in the Circus Maximus instead of the coliseum, as it was the biggest venue of the city. 

So when the celebrations started, the 21st in honour of the god of harvest Consus, they proceeded two days later to honor Vulcano, and afterwards two days for the goddess Ops, to reinforce the crops, to finalize the week to make tributes to Volturno, the god of water and fountains. It was a whole week of celebrations, for your gods to protect the harvests and give you a fruitful season for the fall and winter. 

The morning of the 21 of August you met with RObin in the villa’s Lararium, you left offerings for the Lares of your family, and Robin left his, you finished the small and private ceremony with a short prayer, as the harvest reaping was over. 

As a family, you were going to wait out the ceremony under the Circus Maximus, but you couldn’t wait to see what happened after…

You arrived just in time to the big and open stadium to see the start of the chariot races, the symbolic mule driving chariot leading the procession

“Is she  here?”, RObin asked, looking at the end of the Stadium at the puLVINUS

“Who?”, you asked

“Her! The daughter of the emperor!”, he said with excitement

“You just missed her!”, said the man standing next to both of you, your disappointment was obvious

The beautiful golden chariot led by mules and donkeys went slowly, rounding the entire circus, and when he was back in front of the pulvinus, it disappeared behind the big metal gates on the west side of the big building.

People cheered and applauded, you did too, as the best was coming.

You were in the far end, so you could see all the chariots turn and maneuver, it was as exciting as being in the pulvinus itself. As you were out there surrounded by hundreds of people, Robin saw fit to bring in two guards with you, you brought in Thalia as you knew she enjoyed the races as much as you did. 

The week leading to the vulcanalia was one of the greatest celebrations, also celebrated in the Vale (and sometimes even harder because of the roughness of its climate and soil), you were familiar with the celebrations, and being in the capital for it for the first time was also breathtaking. 

The chariot races would also be celebrated in the Vale, and the houses went all out, decorating the chariots with silver, gold and copper fixtures, the horses were beautifully groomed, their beautiful coats shining under the sun, their heads decorated with pompous headdresses, some wore light armours too, and of course the most prominent colour of each of the four chariots was the one of the faction they represented.

“Which faction are you most inclined to?”, asked Robin

“I refuse to go for the greens”, you said, “your friend Lannister has taken the red faction by storm of course, but I’m into the white I think”

“The blue has a shot too”, he said, “but I will go for Red”

“The White this year is the faction of the Emperor’s house”, you said excitedly

“As always”

“It's so far, I can’t see them”, you said, the pulvinus being at the far end of the circus maximus

“She is there I’m certain, as the emperor”

“They say he was too sick”, you warned

“He never missed the races back when he was healthy”, Robin whispered. 

The races were as dangerous and deadly as the gladiator fights, you knew this, especially in the far ends where the curves of the tracks were, also, since it was the capital, you had been warned that the spectators were far more… ‘passionate’, even going as far as cheating, throwing nails and pointy objects into the tracks as to deter the competitors. As each of the factions were becoming more political and vice-versa, this wasn’t just about the race, it was about the family behind it and their power and influence.

But the spectacle was just as magnificent. 

Soon the four chariots representing the four factions showed up in the arena, they did a slow, more ceremonial lap around the circus, waving, presenting themselves.

The man in the white chariot wore a beautiful silver helmet, and was dressed in all silver and white.

As the objective of this was speed, they did not wear full armour, but more padded suits, as the fixtures in the chariots were more decorative, although you weren’t sure about the materials.

You held your breath as the ceremonial horn was played and the chariots in the far end started the race. It was seven full laps around the circus, and even from the other side you could hear the hooves of the horses against the sandy dirt.

The first lap was always the ‘cleanest’ sort of speak… the second and third though, it got rougher. As the Green and Red immediately threw themselves on each other's way, the white team took the clear advantage, and the blue was slower than the rest

The white stallions leading the chariot of the white faction took the clear lead, as there was this spoken rule to not play unfair towards it, in deference to the imperial family. 

Everyone gasped as the blue chariot was pushed by the green against the walls in your far end of the circuit, the collision was brutal, the sickening sound of wood (and probably bones) crashing was going to haunt you for several nights to come. 

The horses raised front the ground unharmed, but no such luck for the racer, as he stood in the ground, broken and screaming. 

The race continued as nothing had happened as a commitive were quick to remove the broken chariot and the broken man before the next lap.

The white chariot had taken the clear advantage, followed closely by the red, and now the green who had proven to be a dirty player.

The great senator families were not supposed to be as influential in these games, but the Lannisters had broken that tradition by getting heavily involved with the red faction….

The race ended with no more gruesomeness, giving the victory to the white faction, and yet… you had a bitter taste in your mouth because of what you witnessed.

The sun was bright over the skies, but you had barely noticed it because of the excitement… but it was short lived, as they announced a special set of gladiators fights, in the names they chanted, was the one of Harwin

“You didn’t tell me Harwin was fighting”, you said curtly, Robin looked at you with his signature grin

“It was a surprise”, he offered, “I wanted you to see how good he is doing”

It was a friendly exhibition, three fights happening at the same time, one on each end of the circus, and the other in the middle. 

You got to witness Harwin entering the arena under the cheer of the crowd, he was facing a man as big as him, they called him the hound. He was known for his ruthlessness, and probably not the best for this sort of combat, which wasn’t to the death.

“Robin’, you called urgently, grabbing onto his arm, as you saw the size of that… man…, “what if Harwin dies?”, you asked, suddenly feeling fearful for the man.

You had seen gladiators die brutally upon the sands, yet… not one that you had come to know, much less own. 

“He won’t!”, he said, but he didn’t even sound sure. 

The horns were blown and the fights started. 

From your point of view, Harwin looked like he was having the time of his life, fighting someone who was even bigger than him, and that's saying something, since he was huge. 

The man known as the hound threw himself at him in an almost animalistic way, after Harwin had teased him for long minutes. 

For them this wasn’t a friendly exhibition at all.

You gasped when the man using a big helmet on the head of a dog swung his swords viciously against Harwin, making him drop his shield.

Harwin was barely using something to cover his arms, as his chest was completely exposed, shining with sweat under the afternoon sun. You didn’t realise it then, but you were strangling Robin’s arm driving only on your nervousness that something might befall him.

But in an incredible set of movements, he managed to push his enemy away, and retrieve his shield. Not before giving you a couple of more frights, is that he finally managed to subdue his opponent. Until the fights were over, giving him a clear victory.

Only then you felt like you could breathe again, releasing Robin, who wasn’t as nervous as you were

You didn’t even know why you were acting like this, as concerned. 

The conversation with Robin replaying in your mind… Was Harwin the answer to your troubles? it was certainly better than finding a lover elsewhere, where someone could betray you, and the family you were married into. Harwin was loyal to you and your husband… And you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find him quite… attractive…

“That was close”, he said, looking at you, he only had to see your face to know what you were thinking, “we better take advantage of him while we can”, he said with that grin you knew too well. “And I think he could use a reward after this amazing fight”, he teased them. You only rolled your eyes.

“This gathering in the Lannister’s will last all night”, he warned with a soft smile

“Have a great evening husband”, you said softly, he kissed your lips and left you, not before winking at you

You knew what he meant, you knew what you had to do, but above all else, you knew what you wanted to do. You waited long seconds, until you were certain he had left, and you called in your faithful body slave

“Thalia”, you called, in seconds she appeared through the thin veil, “can you fetch Harwin?”, you asked her, although it was not to be put to question, she raised her eyebrows but said nothing as she nodded immediately

“Of course Domina”

“And make sure that… nobody is in this wing of the villa but us”, you whispered, she nodded enthusiastically and went quickly to fetch him

You dropped your tunic, leaving yourself with only a sheet tunic underneath, one almost transparent, that left nothing to the imagination.

This was it, this was you going after what you wanted, what you needed, and maybe, getting something for you in return. 

He came quicker than you expected, hearing two sets of steps down the hall, the first silent ones of Thalia, and others.

Was it only you? Or the wine inside the goblet seemed to ripple because of the strength of the steps? Thalia stayed outside, it was only Harwin who used his thick arm to raise the fabric that served to separate the spaces in your home

He seemed truly surprised when he saw you, waiting for you as you were a whore in a Lupanar.

“Domina”, he greeted, doing a small courtesy, bending his neck, bowing his head in your direction

“Harwin”, you said back, his eyes were back on you in a second, and he looked, and his gaze stretched without feeling a bit of shame

“How are you fearing?”, you asked then, he showed no signs of being injured in the exhibition, “is the training proper? is your quarters to your liking?”, he seemed to chuckle, but he hid it well.

“You and dominus show an hospitality towards me that would be shown at only the finest of guests”, he said nodded courtly, his eyesight, again, not drifting from your sheer shape

“I’m glad, would you like some wine?”, you asked him, but he shook his head

“So far I've been liking my new job”, his voice was so thick it made your knees buckle, his eyesight on your breasts, his innate dominance was taking predominance over yours, and you couldn’t have that, you wanted to hold onto the power. 

“Stop that”, you demanded, not really knowing what you wanted him to stop to begin with, perhaps his dominant demeanour, “I’m in control here”, you said shakily, but by only looking at you, you knew he had you.

“Yes domina”, he said, with a wide smile on his teasing lips. There was an awkward silence between the both of you, as he looked back at you with sharp eyes and a teasing smile. 

“Robin thinks that you look like you could be related”, you threw in there

“We might”, he offered, “well, we both have… two eyes and a nose”, he finish his ‘joke’ with a healthy chuckle, the corner of his eyes wrinkling 

“Do not jest!”, you said, “you are of course not kin, but at least you have similar coloring”, he kept his smile as he looked at you with those big green eyes of him

“What do you need from me, domina?”, he asked then. although you had a feeling that he might already know, you wouldn’t be showing yourself at him like this for any other reason, and as his common demeanour was of a man who seemed like he was always going to get laid. 

“We need an heir”, you started, “and I… want a babe, I feel lonely and Robin needs an heir”, you echoed nervously, power be damned, you surrender it the second he enters the room.

“You want me to lay with you”, he said softly, his smile unwavering. He was indeed expecting it, but not less happy because of it. 

“I know you are a… servant of my husband, and I will not make you do this if you find it distasteful”, you said, “it’s just… I thought…”, he interrupted you by dropping his subligaria at once, revealing his manhood to you.

You gasped at the sight

Is not like you haven't seen one before, but this one was… big, and perfect, already hard, pointing to the ceiling, pink at the tip

“Like I said…”, he said, “I’m very much enjoying my new patronage”, he said, “but I want to know..”, he saw you doubt, as you looked everywhere nervously, “how you want to do this”

“What is your meaning?”, you asked, he took bold steps towards you, and it took everything in you to hold your place.

Soon his hot breath was upon you, and his strong presence was all you cared about, all you could see, feel and touch if you wanted to.

“If you are in command…”, he teased, with a soft smile, his fingers, although so big, barely touched the skin of your shoulder, as if they were merely butterflies, toying with the strap of your dress, “...or if you wish for me, to take the lead…”

Oh you wanted him to lead, to ravish you, to possess you, to grab you, throw you in the bed and do whatever he pleased with you, have his way with you. 

But something wouldn’t let you, perhaps the rational part still left.

You thought… thoroughly on how you wanted to do this, you wouldn't want for him to take you as you were a slave, from behind, but you wouldn’t want him on top of you either.

So you took matters into your own hands, pushing him back from his shoulders and making him sit on the couch of the room. He was again amused by you, but he let you move him without complaint nor doubts. - you could have never dreamt of moving him an inch against his will. His hands, you could tell, moved of his own accord, out of pure instinct, and grabbed your stola, making you remove it over your head, leaving you completely bare, and… you couldn’t care less. The feeling of his hands grabbing onto anything they could numbed you almost immediately, soothing all your nerves. 

He had proven to be greedy and willing in a few seconds, as you felt his cock underneath you, literally dripping to be inside you. You wondered if it was proper to kiss him, but the doubt resolved itself as he was right there, his face in front of yours, and he kissed you hungrily.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him in even more as he devoured your mouth with his. 

His hand sneaked in between your legs, and you gasped in his mouth, he slipped then in between your already slippery folds. You moaned in his mouth as he started teasing you open for him, in preparation for what was to come. 

He took his time, teasing you and getting you even more wet for him, and you were ready, moaning and moving your hips desperately for more, he, in a single movement, moved you from his lap until you were laying on the bed, and he was on top of you in a second.

“Are you ready for me… domina?”, he asked, as breathlessly as you were, you nodded, not being able to resist it much longer. “Need your words”, he whispered, looking into your eyes with his beautiful ones

“Yes, please”, you moaned, spreading your legs even further apart. He sunk himself inside you, slowly, but surely. You felt a very strong pressure, and then a fullness that took your breath away. You felt like you couldn’t move, but at the same time, that you’d die if he didn’t. 

He retrieved himself only to push inside you once more, making you moan. It was a stretch, it was painful, and yet… you wrapped your legs around his waist, only to encourage him to push inside even more.

“Someone’s eager”, he admired, caressing the outer side of your thighs. 

It seemed like he knew how to play you like an instrument, drawing from you beautiful sounds that you didn't even know were capable of making. 

He took you slowly yet passionately, caressing every inch of you, until he made you cum on his cock.

“They say that to get a pup inside a woman’s belly, is more effective this way”, he explained as he was the finest of medicus and you believed him, when he used his fingers on you too, to draw even another orgasm from you, and only then, he cummed inside you. You felt it, the way he unloaded.

He stood still inside you for a couple of minutes, then he released you softly, and as gently as he could. 

You released yourself from his grapes, turning on your side, feeling completely satisfied. But you felt him move behind you, his big hands grabbing your hips. 

“Wait… again?”, you asked, still out of breath

“Well, if this is in search of an heir, we better get it right”, he said simply. Kissing you again. 

Before you could string a coherent thought next to another he was inside you again, stealing your breath, and another climax from you. 

The sun was shining over the horizon when he released himself from the sheets and kissed your naked shoulder

“Domina”, he greeted, his tone still teasing you despite everything, and then left you on the bed, his seed dripping from you, making the inside of your things sticky. Three times he had you, releasing himself inside you. 

And as you surprisingly discovered, you have been so scared of losing him, that you were glad he did. 

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