<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6oiypDuDl1rs1ef6o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Canus Naevius Cerinthus<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Provincial Governor of Macedonia Prima<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 10/Sun beginning to set<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atrium to Study<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sandals/ceremonial dagger on right hip plus This (http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/rpol-pics/Tunic)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sabina<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Pleasures of the Flesh<br/><br/>Canus could sense the palpable passions that flowed through Sabina's youthful and sensuous beauty as she pressed her plump rear curves around his hardness.  It was greedy and hedonistic to desire more beauty than Drusilla herself provided, but Sabina was of a rare kind and sort that no man could resist, nor woman for that matter, and Canus knew of his own lust fueled flaws and hungers.  He could resist them when needed, not the sort easily seduced by those who desired business and advantage over pleasure and desire, but Sabina was none of those and so he wanted her.<br/><br/>He would have her.  And he followed her, past the bodies writhing and touching, clothed, disrobed and betwixt and between.  The scent of need and desire, the powerful aroma of sex, wanton and cruel in its beauty, filled his nostrils as the sights and sounds of Bacchanalia, still in its early and energetic stages, filled his eyes and his ears.<br/><br/>The Study was not an entirely isolated haven, they could still be seen by those who wanted to watch, and in truth, Canus loved to expose and exhibit beauty such as Sabina possessed in great quantity.  Even her walk spoke of a creature of sensual delights, and once they were alone Canus took the wine, poured her glass till it was full, then filled its own and placed them next to one another.  He liked the look of that, and quickly lifted Sabina into his arms, literally sweeping her off of her feet such that her wonderfully curved and sized bosom pressed to his own chest, able to feel the powerful and quickening beat of his heart as he kissed her deeply as her petite, curvaceous figure was held tight to his tall and powerful one.  The kiss he pressed to her lips was not that of free man to enslaved woman, but simply of an ardently amorous lover to she whom he desired more than breathing in that long and luscious moment when their mouths pressed one to the other and their tongues danced and writhed in the erotic manner of the bodies they had passed by.<br/><br/>One arm was across her back and under her arms, the other lower, starting at the small of her back, then slipping down over the full curve of her rear to hold her with his hand gripping the back of her thighs just beneath her bottom.  Two steps were taken to one side, and then the kiss and his body pressed forward as Sabina was laid back with careful precision upon a leather cushioned bench, one well long and wide enough for her entire body to fit upon.  With Sabina laid back as if a feast fit for a man of Royal hungers and needs, Canus undid his belt even as he moved his long legs to straddle her entire being.  Towering over her, but neither desiring to intimidate her, nor foolish enough to think that any could, he tossed his belt near onto another chair and did the same with the loosening linen loincloth beneath his tunic, dispatching that to one side, leaving his fully aroused length to tent out the front of his tunic in an almost comic manner,<br/><br/>“Look now what you have done, Sabina, will not you release my desires from this final piece of resistance between us?” he asked, leaning over her so that his hands were pressed to the bench on either side of her head, allowing her with a bit of movement to remove his tunic up and over his head, or to simply lift it up and away from his cock and do with his soon to be exposed manhood whatever she wanted.<br/><br/>“I will have you all and every way, with a deep drink of wine between each taking…the order and manner of taking, and giving, you will choose.  Tonight you are my Mistress, Sabina, show me what that creature desires now…” he intoned, his voice seductive and steady, forceful and enticing, drawing her out to her fullest, for that, above all, was what Canus desired the most…her everything.