Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]
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				Title: <strong>Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 11:58:09</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 12:03:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">The Bacchanalia</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/89/22/e1/8922e166d61b3b57896795fe14e3e9c0.jpg)<br><div align="center">Publius Fhloston, Your Host</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center">(https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/disp/30e3c117925532.5603d3cc609ce.jpg) (https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/disp/ccc88317893952.5603d0fe38b57.jpg) (https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/disp/b938b617895526.5603d4555ca6c.jpg)</div><br>The Bacchanalia will take place in Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus, located within the heart of Rome. His wealth is on full display for these nights of debauchery with spreads of fruit, exotic animals and slaves (of both gender), and intricate decorations upon the marble columns. Paintings of those influenced by Bacchus adorn the walls. Their silent screams of pleasure echo through the open space and upward to the heavens. <br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Interior of the Domus</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/Domus.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">More Info About Interior</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">This information has been taken from here (http://www.crystalinks.com/romebuildings.html).</span></em></div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Vestibulum (Fauces)</strong> - The vestibulum was the <strong>main entryway hall</strong> of the Roman Domus. <br><br><strong>Atrium (plural atria)</strong> - The atrium was the most important part of the house, <strong>where guests and dependents (clients) were greeted</strong>. The atrium was open in the centre, surrounded at least in part by high-ceilinged porticoes that often contained only sparse furnishings to give the effect of a large space. In the centre was a square roof opening called the compluvium in which rainwater could come, draining inwards from the slanted tiled roof. Directly below the compluvium was the impluvium.<br><br><strong>Impluvium</strong> - An impluvium was basically a drain pool, a shallow rectangular sunken portion of the Atrium to gather rainwater, which drained into an underground cistern. The impluvium was often lined with marble, and around which usually was a floor of small mosaic.<br><br><strong>Fauces</strong> - These were similar in design and function of the vestibulum but were found deeper into the domus. Separated by the length of another room, entry to a different portion of the residence was accessed by these passage way we would call <strong>halls or hallways</strong>.<br><br><strong>Tablinum</strong> - Between the atrium and the peristyle, the tablinum would be constituted. Sort of <strong>office</strong> for the dominus, who would receive his clients for the morning salutatio. The dominus was able to command the house visually from this vantage point as the head of the social authority of the paterfamilias.<br><br><strong>Triclinium</strong> - The Roman dining room. The area had three couches, klinai, on three sides of a low square table.<br><br><strong>Cubiculum Bedroom</strong> - The floor mosaics of the cubiculum often marked out a rectangle where the bed should be placed.<br><br><strong>Culina</strong> - <strong>The kitchen</strong> in a Roman house. It was dark and gloomy and smoke filled the room because there was no chimney. This is where slaves prepared food for their masters and guests in Roman times.<br><br><strong>Posticum</strong> - A servants' entrance also used by family members wanting to leave the house unobserved.</div></div></div></div><br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Time:</span></strong> August 10; Party Begins at sundown</span></div><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Tag Header</span></strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pic)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Are they a slave, senator, etc.? <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Where are they currently located?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Who is directly interacted with in the post? <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here<hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=10]http://pic[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] What's your character's name? <br>[b]Status:[/b] Are they a slave, senator, etc.? <br>[b]Date | Time:[/b] You'll only really be changing time here. All scenes are on... August 10<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they currently located?<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who is directly interacted with in the post? [b]Mentioned:[/b] Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br>[b]Content Warning:[/b] Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>20-04-2018, 04:44:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/22/12/c9/2212c94211de3539be1f1ac50e530afd.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> Vestibulum to Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sandals/ceremonial dagger on right hip plus this tunic <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/rpol-pics/Tunic)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drusilla<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>The time for the Bacchanalia was nearly upon them with the sun setting in the west as Canus escorted his dazzling and perfectly stunning bride, Drusilla, into the Vestibule of the Senator’s Domus.&nbsp; Publius Fhloston was a Senator of great influence, a man of sage and wickedly&nbsp; sharp intellect and a host of great renown.&nbsp; The province where Canus, truly Canus and Drusilla together, for she was every bit his partner in all things, his better in most and his lover, wife and Mother of his children always.&nbsp; Had he pursued her simply for her exotic beauty and ample curves, no man would have questioned it, and yet neither would they have looked askance if she were plain looking and possessed the talent, charisma and seductively subtle, yet overwhelming charms that Drusilla did.&nbsp; Fortunately for Canus, rather than choose between one type of woman or the other, the exceptional creature upon his arm was all of those things and more.<br><br>Drusilla was loyal to Canus in every way he desired and that she had pledged herself to be as his wife, and his devotion to her was equal and&nbsp; powerful in that same way.&nbsp; Each also enjoyed allowing the other to share their favors, doing so confidently, with assurance that they would always return to their true one and only.&nbsp; Such confidence and easy camaraderie between them made nights like the Bacchanalia all the more enjoyable.&nbsp; There were few the other would not allow them to take if they wished, and if fortune smiled brightly, they might well share a partner at some point.&nbsp; Garbed in a tan tunic with a black and gold border, one that fit his 6’4” muscled frame in a way that complimented Canus’s well-toned frame,&nbsp; Canus was comfortable and walked with the pride of a man who belonged with the exquisite creature at his side.<br><br>“Have I told you the extent of your beauty enough yet this eve, my Lady?” he asked Drusilla, knowing his tongue had been wagging sincere and romantic compliments her way even before she had finally chosen the outfit she was wearing, and even more so as they walked to the Domus from the quarters near by where they were staying during their visit to Rome, “If I have not, and if I have, let me say once more that you are exquisite in every way, and that I will no doubt be trampled underfoot of the mob of men and ladies alike that rush forth to vie for your sweet and sensual attentions, my Love.”&nbsp; With a kiss pressed to her hand and then to her cheek, Canus was ready to both greet their host and to set his beautiful and exotic free upon her own adventures for the evening, though she knew his eye would watch over her protectively as Canus always did.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>20-04-2018, 05:34:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Aelia1.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aelia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14076847#msg14076847)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senator's wife<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Sundown, 10 August<br><strong>Location:</strong> her home &gt; Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> a fancy, light purple tunic (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Aeliawears1.png)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> none <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Canus, Drusilla<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Oh look, wine!<hr><br><br>Bacchanalia. <br><br>That glorious festival drenched in wine and debauchery. <br><br>It had been two years since Aelia had celebrated Bacchus, and tonight she was ready to feast, flirt, and fuck. The Senator's wife was languishing in her own private milk bath, tenderly washed clean by her slaves. On a normal day she much more relished the public baths and the feasts for the senses that it was, but today was not a normal day. And tonight would not be a normal night. <br><br>It saddened her ever so slightly that her husband wouldn't be joining her. As much as she loved him and his cock, she also enjoyed seeing him pleasuring another. Hedonists they were, but sadly she'd only be able to regale him of the night's festivities when he returned from whatever business had taken him away. That was something to which she rarely paid attention. Aelia loved the fine standing in society and luxurious lifestyle that came with being of the senatorial class but had no desire to embroil herself in politics. She sighed happily as she waved her hand ever so slightly, the message received easily by one of her slaves. A large sheet was wrapped around her as she departed the creamy colored waters of the pool. Against the fine linen that enshrouded her, Aelia's skin felt soft, delicate, sensuous. Perfect for the night ahead. <br><br>The crowds on the streets were receding as she and her slave made their way through the city, carefully coiffed blond ringlets bouncing with each step. Even though she knew she wouldn't be wearing it for very long she'd had the light purple tunic she wore made specifically for this evening. It screamed of her wealth and stature, showing all who she encountered exactly who she was without a word needing to be said. Aelia was barely in the vestibulum of Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus when she could hear the musicians playing their lively melodies and smell the exotic spices that permeated the air. <br><br>Aelia removed her small sandals before entering the atrium, not because it was a necessity but because she loved the feel of cool tile on her bare feet. As she entered the large room she took note of the handsome couple that seemed to have arrived not long before her and nodded her head toward them in greeting, a gentle smile bedecking her lips. They were unknown to her and so she would wait for her host to give proper introductions. Dutifully her slave ventured off to procure a glass of wine for her domina, while Aelia knelt beside the inpluvium and dipped her fingers into the cool water, sending ripples across its surface. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 14:18:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/86/a7/05/86a705901464ae07a4daf0985a5c476c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus O'rogenous (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285950.msg14074490#msg14074490)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Roman General of the 69th Deep Penetration Legionares<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Sundown, 10 August<br><strong>Location:</strong> home of Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see here (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/c6/0c/a9c60c60f5d7de01032c1cab71176991.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any / Damacles (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285950.msg14074490#msg14074490)&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Canus, Drusilla, Aelia (in thought)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Hedonistic View of Life<hr><br>General Marcus O'rogenous has spent the day observing first his men training for their next campaign, and then at the Ludus Matutinus Gladiatorial School. At the school he honored a request of the good Senator and chose a small selection of the most popular of his Scorpion's he informed the handlers whom to have prepared and when they were to be delivered. Finished with that he spent the rest of the morning until early afternoon with minor tasks that needed to be done and than enjoyed a light meal and his own leasure stay in the balneae bath house. <br><br>He did not enjoy any of his normal 'activities' at any of the places he might have stopped holding tight onto his vigor and passion for the evening ahead. Pulius Bacchanalia's were well known over the many years the Senator and his lovely wife Aelia had held them. He had spoke to his own wife inquiring if she would be attending this year or not, but she had simply smiled at him and left him to guess. There's was a coupling for the ages such love and trust existed and with the knowledge that at any time he may not return from one of the glorious campaigns he undertook for the good of Rome, well she would not deny him his many deviant enjoyments. For his part he enjoyed nothing more than seeing her rything in pleasure.. be it cause by a dozen maidens caressing her oil slicked body or three of his gladiators pounding away at all openings. Just the thought caused his cock to harden.<br><br>Arriving at the grounds with one of his gladiators in tow, he was ushered in turning to Damacles he paused "You know your task and your station, do not be a disappointment to me." and with those words he left the man in the charge of whatever staff was there. All in attendance would know and remember well the spectacle and skill Damacles possessed from his many wins in the Arena. A master of many weapons NOW it was high time for those who would attend to see what other weapon he was a master of. <br><br>Damacles was also one of the few of his Scorpions that would not KILL any male who attempted to enjoy time with him, though he did not embrace the attention such as he did still he understood what it meant to be 'owned' and what his duties were. That had been drilled into the man over and over so he was well prepared should that penchance cum up. For his part Marcus hoped that it would be the many ladies present who would enjoy the company of the man. For he had often watched and enjoyed the plunder the gladiator gave to the many slaves and Noble's who wished a night with one who may be dead come the next one.<br><br>Pushing thoughts of his man aside he entered the atrium he took now of who was already in attendance he smiled as he saw Aelias and of course there was Canus Naevius and his lovely wife Drusilla my what a pair those two made. An attend was quick to see him and bring a cup of the 'special' spiced wine, yes this was going to be an evening for the ages. He took a long drink of he wine allowing the spices to caress his tongue and knowing this would not be the only fiery spices that would be tasted this night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>22-04-2018, 07:28:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/10/5e/30/105e3027620c6de3802c5971acb2d9e1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damacles<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gladiator<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Noon August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> O'rogenous Ludis then <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather sandals with a subligaria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aelia O'rogenous <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Marcus O'rogenous<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nudity, wonton debauchery<hr><br>When not in the arena, Damacles Champion of house O'rogenous is in the yard training. in his formative years Damcles was a timber slave captured somewhere in the Celtic borders. The young boy grew into a quite imposing man, and he found his way into the O'rogenous ludis. Training in the formative years was painful and difficult. The Doctore often told him that the more one sweats and bleeds in practice, the fewer drops of blood they spill in the arena. These lessons did not fall on deaf ears, and soon Damacles was heralded as one of the deadliest gladiators in the realms. <br><br>Fame came with privilege. Not only did the O'rogenous family make coin from his wins in the arena, they also made money from his services as a lover. Aside from the wealthy women who wanted to see what sex was like with a gladiator, there were the other lunista. Some of which believed they could breed the perfect gladiators. To him the money mattered little. He fought for the glory of his ludis and would likely die in service to his master. <br><br>Being summoned by the wife of his master was troubling. She did not often call on him and when she did the meeting was short. Often telling him to prepare himself for the company of a Roman lady, and a reminder how he should treat such a woman. This time he was escorted to the bathhouse to meet Aelia. She is sitting at a small table drinking wine and eating cheese. Her hair wet from her recent bath, and four naked servants watching from the sidelines.<br><br>"Damacles."<br><br>"Domina."<br><br>"Your Dominus is attending a gala tonight celebrating the Bacchanalia." She says firmly. "It has come to my attention that certain elements in our city take umbrage with the General's recent policies." She pauses taking a sip of wine. "Some have made threat to eliminate this policies with a dancing blade and my husband's blood on the ground." <br><br>He stands listening to her. At first his face is inscrutable. When it is mentioned that someone moves against the house, his jaw clenches. It's very obvious to anyone in attendance he doesn't like what he's hearing. <br><br>"At the party there will be guards...there he should be safe." She pauses. "On the road...I worry. He is a warrior in his own right, but I seek suitable security to defend him in case the need arises." She looks him up and down. "To anyone at the party...you're just the gladiator he brought along...a toy for the noble ladies to play with or tease at their leisure. Your real purpose is to keep my husband from harm."<br><br>"I would give my life for this house Domina."<br><br>"Very good." She says with a nod. "You will be bathed and dressed in your armor. A finely polished gladiator of the house O'rogenous. Once at the party let Marcus mingle and play, but let him not stray from sight."<br><br>"Your will...my hand."<br><br>Fade to black<br><br><br>It did not surprise him when the Dominus approached him in the training yard and chose him to be his security. While he is a General and can lead men into battle and gladiators to victory, she has his ear. The decisions he makes regarding house matters often go through her. He wonders if the General knew there were whispers of murder, or if Aelia had only privileged his most loyal Scorpion with that knowledge. In the end it didn't matter. His marching orders were to get the General home safely, and in this task he would not fail. <br><br>The trip to the Senator's home was uneventful for the most part. There was a group of men in an alley watching them go by, but a look from Damacles in his trademark armor, sent them to find entertainment elsewhere. Some common people are celebrating their own way as they ride by. Wine flows and debauchery seems evident everywhere off the main thoroughfares. Many revelers have little or no clothing to cover themselves. Some are even bolder. Pleasuring one another in view of any and all in attendance. During a celebration such as this, anyone and everyone can treat themselves as a Senator or Cesar. <br><br>Arriving at the villa he stays close to his Dominus. Damacles knew none of these attendees by name, however has seen some of them at the games in the pulvinus. He is well aware of his station and his mission. Being a gladiator affording him some respect, but at the end of the day he is still but a slave. He would not speak to anyone, unless they opened the lines for conversation. Even then he has to be careful. Drucilla and Canus are married and Canus is a Governor. The breathtaking Aelia is the wife of a senator. Just a few details he picked out of the conversation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 23:50:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/38/cc/26/38cc2642f241a0a2b4ba35234c112f2c.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.gifer.com/BhME.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Decius Meridius/Isco Pilar<br><strong>Status:</strong> Aedile/Bodyguard <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Morning/Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Meridius Estate/Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing/Morning attire<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Auria <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr><br>The sun had crested the horizon hours ago, and Sol had made good time towards a noonday climax that, if the lack of clouds in the sky were of any indication, would be scorching. Even so, the villa was built with the the heat of a Roman summer in mind, and the marble had a cooling effect on the entire house. It wasn't cold enough to chill, but enough to be refreshing in the absence of rain. Isco ran his fingers through his long hair, his footsteps echoing through the halls, only sparsely populated. It was well known that the master of the house had a tendency to sleep deep into the morning, and sometimes into the afternoon as well, as the call of his position was usually in the afternoon and evening. Considering the upcoming festival, with most of his duties concluded and most others willing to wait until afterwards, Decius would be lucky to wake in time for the Bacchanalia.<br><br>The bodyguard stepped up the doors of the Decius' quarters, and, without knocking, let himself in, closing the door silently behind him.<br><br>Decius was up, although just from the looks of his disheveled appearance and lack of clothing. Isco barely paid the man's nakedness a second glance as he moved towards a table that carried a decanter and a handful of goblets, helping himself to one of them as Decius splashed his face from a bowl of scented water next to the massive bed, still a mess. The room itself was elegantly decorated, showing the kind of means that the Meridius family held despite the Pater Familia only holding the lowly title of Aedile. A large fleet of trading ships bearing the Meridius flag across the Mediterranean paid for the opulence that surrounded the two men.<br><br>"I was half expecting to find a group of slave girls still in the bed," Isco opened, taking a sip from his goblet, pausing in his thought to nod in appreciation," Exhausted from a night's worth of debauchery worthy of a warm-up for tonight."<br><br>Decius turned to face Isco, a playful grin spreading across his face," I never bed slaves if there are more delicate delicacies ready to be tasted."<br><br>Isco pointed a finger at his friend," That is a lie."<br><br>Decius nodded," True. But the slaves in this case were handmaidens to the very... enthusiastic noblewoman that came to see me."<br><br>"I know. I had to escort her and her handmaidens from the house at dawn, and back to their own home. Wife of a senator, is she?"<br><br>"Praetor. Still in Gaul, leaving his beautiful wife woefully unattended. I was doing the man a service. Imagine the scandal that could arise if her needs weren't met?"<br><br>Isco smirked," Scandal indeed."<br><br>Decius moved over a chest where he pulled a white silk tunic and pulled it on over his head. It was quickly followed by a pearl-white toga that was quickly and expertly draped across his shoulders and wrapped around his waist. Isco poured the man a goblet as well, and once Decius was finished clothing himself, Isco handed him the spare. The two lightly tapped their two goblets together and took deep sips.<br><br>"To the Bacchanalia," Decius said with a wry smile.<br><br>"Romans," The Celt answered with a chuckle and a shake of his head," So civilized all the time so that when you finally do get a chance to release yourself into your lustful urges, you do have a tendency to overdo it. Release all the time, and you'll know how to keep up one's stamina."<br><br>"I'll fucking drink to that."<br><br>"I had the servants prepare a bath for when you woke. It should be ready by now. Should I send Auria to tend to you?"<br><br>Decius shook his head," She has a busy night ahead of her. Let her rest, and send someone else. Wasn't there a new girl that arrived just last week?"<br><br>"Yes. She is a bit young..."<br><br>"Fine, send one of the others... Oh, and Isco?"<br><br>The man turned from his intended exit," Yes?"<br><br>"I hope you're ready for a long night as well."<br><br>Isco chuckled," It's like you don't know me at all."<br><br><hr><br><em>Late Afternoon</em><br><br>The sun was starting to turn the sky an angry red as the two men arrived at the Domus. Decius was far more composed, with a blue tunic instead of the white, his hair neat and still short despite having left the legions years ago. Some habits never went away, and in truth, with the man's lean, muscular build and charismatic bearing, he was precisely the pinnacle of what would be considered Roman Nobility. A veteran of high standing in the legio, with sound business practices and already a beginning in the world of politics, and he wasn't even in his thirties yet. It was a wonder that the ladies of high noble standing but lesser fortunes weren't tripping over themselves to tie the man down in marriage. Not that the sanctity of matrimony would do anything to tie Decius down anyways.<br><br>Isco himself was in humbler attire. He was a freedman with a respectable financial standing on his own, but he wasn't a patrician as most others attending the celebrations were. Engendering ill-will for appearing to be an equal despite being an immigrant was not what he had in mind for the evening. Even so, he had a relaxed bearing. Scars and tattoos on proud display through his sleeveless tunic and his dark blond hair tied into a loose ponytail, he was something of an eyecatcher, with his bulk somewhat dwarfing the Roman beside him.<br><br>"I still think you should have worn your gladiator regalia. An attractive man, yes, but it's really hard to recognize you without your swords, your armor..."<br><br>"Blood splattered all over my glistening chest, left bare for no reason except the pleasure of your crowd?"<br><br>"Quite," Decius chuckled as one of the servants arrived offering both refreshments from crystal glasses. Plum juice with a hint of spirit. Not enough to get one drunk, but certainly enough to liven the staleness that occupied every party's beginning.<br><br>Isco made a face, disapproving.<br><br>"Where is that girl?" Decius looked around," She was supposed to arrive here before us."<br><br>"Worry not," Isco answered in an intimate whisper," She'll arrive soon enough. Life of the party, that one."<br><br>"Yes well... not enough of a party to have life yet. I'd have sworn that we would be the last to arrive, but... no, sadly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 05:32:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.comicmoviedb.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Idris-Elba-400x600.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Varius Lucianus&nbsp; <br><strong>Status:</strong> Governor of Africa (North)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 10, evening <br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Undressing to something more comfortable, (A simple tunic, sandals and loin cloth-underneath) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, NPC servants <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr><br>Varius had arrived a week early with a fleet of ships in tow, heavy with grain from Africa. The reserves of the Empire would be replenished and the rest would be distributed to the corners of the world. Those days were spent meeting with the influential members of the Senate and wealthy citizens looking to bend his ear or make arrangements. Nights were spent feasting and celebrating in between all other matters of business that was expected of a man of his position. <br><br>He greeted the host and made small talk before he was guided further in. Long familiar with that man, Varius made sure not to waste the his valuable time. A room was requested, allowing him to wash up and change, he had plans on using the baths after all. The servants fetched him a platter to cheeses, olives and bread to go with his wine. The clothing was discarded after he changed into something comfortable before merging from the room ready to begin the festivities. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 07:47:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/JxrsGYoury5xe/giphy.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Drusilla (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14077210#msg14077210)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Plebeian born wife of Canus Naevius Cerinthus<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 10 | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vestibulum to Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something well made but simple like this... (http://www.frockflicks.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/1cb58cea2f6e113220c932f05997c839.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Canus | OPEN <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Aelia, Marcus, Damacles<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr>Mmm, the Bacchanalia. Drusilla would have been lying had she claimed not to have been looking forward to this night. Fortunately for her, the man beside her knew her inside and out and the need for lies between man and wife simply did not exist for them. He knew her appetites intimately, even shared them in many regards, and gave her largely free reign to indulge with the knowledge that regardless of what delights she sampled, she was forever his as he was hers. It was truly more than she could have ever asked for out of her life given her low born origins and she thanked the gods well and truly for the generosity of fate. Of course, she did not lay it all at their feet. Hers was a keen mind and as much as any soldier might wield their blade, Drusilla made use of her own finely honed weapon, keeping it sharp and ever ready regardless of the circumstances. No matter her intention to enjoy the decadence that was sure to be present, tonight was no different in that regard.<br><br><em>“Have I told you the extent of your beauty enough yet this eve, my Lady?”</em><br><br>Feline eyes glinted in the fading light of day as they cut toward the handsome profile above her. Ever the sweet talker, her Canus, his words brought forth a smile to her lips and her hand stroked lightly over his forearm where she held onto him, a subtle show of the genuine affection and admiration she held for him. As always, he was feast for her eyes, his shoulders broad and strong above an enviably male physique that was yet to go the way of so many who made a life of politics. As it was, they could have engaged in their own private celebration back at their lodgings and Drusilla would have been more than satisfied as they rode each other to exhaustion. It seemed almost greedy that she should be looking forward to a chance to see him in action but there it was, a fluttering anticipation lighting upon her nerve endings so that devious thoughts seeped into her mind even just looking at him.<br><br>"Come now, my love. You know that I never tire of your tongue," Drusilla replied easily, her lips quirking slightly. "And I would be most upset were you to be trampled underfoot. No doubt several others would be as well. As I recall there are several who would entertain the idea of securing your <em>affections</em> and I do so love a good show." It was honesty rather than cattiness, the latter being something that Drusilla did her best to refrain from. She knew there were those who thought to look down upon her because of her birth and those who swore she'd somehow bewitched her husband, but she let them do and say as they wish, allowing her actions and the strides she and Canus made together to speak for themselves if there was anything to be said at all. Drusilla did not mind being underestimated in the least. Though the night ahead would see most of that shelved as people lost themselves to ecstasy. <br><br>Accepting his kisses and praise, Drusilla placed herself into the role of perfect complement to Canus as they moved inward to greet their renown host. The senator before them was a respected man and Drusilla found him intelligent and capable, which were high marks in her mind. It made her attendance in his home a more comfortable affair so that once their brief exchange was done and she had released her husband to his whims and desires, she was able to move to find a comfortable spot in which to settle. Servants brought her wine and she accepted, her manner light and perhaps a little more flirtatious than usual as she took up a cup. Idly she meandered through the home of her host, a light scent trailing from her already heated skin as she moved, her eyes lighting upon various figures she knew either by name, or reputation, such as the Aelia, some Senator's wife, and Marcus O'rogenous who she knew of due to that champion of his, Damacles. There were others too, virile males arriving that were sure to entice any female out of what one would call "proper" behavior, and delectable female forms of a wide array, some servants, some freedmen attending as guests, and the wealthy and influential of course. Oh sure, there were those she might call friend about as well, and even some past indulgences she favored with bold glances, but Drusilla was ever the alert one and was not yet ready to settle for the familiar. Oh no, now was the time to set about making new friends if one could and she intended to see to her own satisfaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 08:54:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/4d/11/454d11e7fccef0fd9ddbbd9116467955.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nailah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14077261#msg14077261)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Widow of the former Praefectus augustalis of Aegyptus<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 10 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the hallway leading from the atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this... (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/spartacus/images/6/6c/Gaialounge.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130518145851) + arm cuffs in avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Varius<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr>Her heart was beating a little faster than she'd expected. As a woman long since used to being put on display for someone else's purpose, she'd thought nerves to be a non-existent thing for her, yet, here they were, tripping her pulse and sending ripples of awareness across her flesh as she stepped into the home of a Roman Senator her late husband had known through some connection or other. To her he was just another faceless Roman, pale skinned and self-important. However, she was polite nonetheless when the time came to greet and be greeted, her manner tempered just enough to be acceptable within the bounds of a host-guest exchange without feeling as though she were bowing to yet another. <br><br>Accompanied by only a single guard, a retired gladiator who had pledged his sword to her back in the heated dessert of her home, Nailah felt like a fish out of water. Not because of the decadence or the intention of the night--she'd been to such things over the years, both before her husband and with him (the latter being not as fun as one would think)--but rather because this would be the first such occasion she had attended for her own purposes in quite some time. Except now it wasn't some rebellious act made against her father and it wasn't a punishment disguised as favor. It was a choice, freely made, in the spirit of her own desires--unknown to her as they were. It should have made for a truly liberating night but somehow she wasn't yet convinced. As if she didn't quite trust the entire situation.<br><br>Dressed in a foreign fashion, because when in Rome..., Nailah kept her head held high, her back straight. She was nobility even without a man beside her and she would act accordingly. And by accordingly she totally meant she would snag the first offered cup of wine and with barely a glance about her begin to drink it down as if plagued with an unquenchable thirst. Already there was ample flesh on display but somehow she did not feel so much tempted as she did wary. She needed to regain her bearings. Needed to remember who and what she was--Oh who was she kidding, she needed to fuck. <br><br>Exchanging her cup for one that was full, Nailah took to this one more slowly. It was more happenstance than anything that she looked up from the glittering depths at that precise moment and saw none other than Varius Lucianus. His was not a face she had not expected to see and if her pulse had begun to slow and steady, it tripped over itself again as she watched him move further into the room. Remembering made her want to turn and slink away but everything else in her kept her rooted to the spot, her gaze not turning away even if he should turn her way and catch her. Thank the gods she had wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 05:29:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.comicmoviedb.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Idris-Elba-400x600.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Varius Lucianus&nbsp; <br><strong>Status:</strong> Governor of Africa (North)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 10, evening <br><strong>Location:</strong> A hallway leading further into the villa <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A simple tunic, sandals (loin cloth-underneath) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nailah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Old lovers reunited <hr><br>With wine in hand, he moved freely through the growing crowd of influential people, slaves and their guards. Soon the festivities would begin, the wine would flow freely and the sound of flesh colliding would follow until voracious appetites demanded reprieve before the cycle began anew.&nbsp; His eyes scanned for nothing in particular, strolling casually towards the various rooms when he caught a glimpse of a face he had not seen in some time, less at the Bacchanalia. <br><br>Varius and Nailah had a long history before she was married to a man fit only by title alone. A jealous, if not petty man who did his best to hide an Egyptian gem all to himself. Word had reached him that she was a widow but didn't expect to cross paths with her so soon. This was not the night for condolences and mourning. The distance between them was closed by his long strides, dark brown-intense eyes locking on hers to dissolve any doubts that may have developed regarding who he was seeking. <br><br>"Nailah, a pleasure as always." He greeted her kindly but reached for her free hand and press his lips to the inside of her palm before pulling her closer, a familiar gesture they had shared in the past before. "Care to join me? It has been so long since we been in one another's company." Varius tone was anything but innocent, less by the ways he looked at her. The hand in his possession was guided and lowered onto his chest, slightly above his beating heart. She had felt him throb between her thighs, her nails rake his back and when it was all over, he would pull her to rest upon the hammering rhythm of his heart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 09:12:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/4d/11/454d11e7fccef0fd9ddbbd9116467955.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nailah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14077261#msg14077261)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Widow of the former Praefectus augustalis of Aegyptus<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 10 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the hallway leading from the atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this... (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/spartacus/images/6/6c/Gaialounge.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130518145851) + arm cuffs in avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Varius<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Remembering<hr>Nailah remembered. <br><br>Those eyes. Those hands. Those lips and the utterly smooth and confident way he had about him. The very feel of him all around and even inside of her was etched into her, brought to life by memories that had begun to surface the moment she'd spotted him, all of it intensifying two and three-fold as he approached. Unknowingly she watched him with open desire as her speeding pulse fluttered and changed, settling into a new rhythm no less heightened but somehow more familiar. Her wariness faded by the second, nudged aside by feelings she'd thought she'd long forgotten.<br><br>"A pleasure indeed, Varius." She greeted him quietly yet warmly, a knowing look settling in her gaze as the time for formalities between them had come and gone years ago. The kiss to her palm made her smile, but the tug closer, that broke through the stiff outer shell she'd kept in place for so long. Just as it had the first time she'd come up against the man. Back then, the first time, they'd gone through the rousing game of chase with one another knowing all along where it would end. She hadn't known who he was or would be, and quite frankly hadn't cared. He'd worn his honor in his very manner and had crept past her defenses with alarming speed. It had been exhilarating, especially knowing the risks she took given her station. However, the times were different now and she was no longer the young, exciting, and altogether reckless youth she had been. Could they simply pick up where they'd left off?<br><br>"Bold as ever, I see." She spoke quietly, the words for him alone as he pressed her hand to his chest to feel the thudding of his heart. Foolishly she'd once thought to attempt to possess it. Such a silly girl she'd been. <br><br>"You, Varius, still ask questions as if you already know the answer." Her reply was accompanied by the sudden slide of her hand upward from his chest to his jaw, the trace of her fingertips along his cheek instantly at odds with the challenging, if heated, nature of her words as she all but shivered beneath his devouring gaze. "Of course, I guess since it is <em>only</em> my company you seek, I see no reason to deny you." Nailah started to lift her cup to her lips between them but paused to add, "Unless, well, surely you have no other hidden motives after all this time, right?" The first cup of wine already had her feeling warm but it was her own nature, the part that had simmered so long beneath the surface that she'd feared it had dried up, that part allowed her to tease him so. After all, even so early in the night she was sure that <em>somehow</em> they'd both come out even in the end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 00:08:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/34/e4/97/34e4973201c5897affc2c71b25ad0b77--rose-hairstyle-hairstyle-braid.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Petellia Iusta<br><strong>Status:</strong> Daughter of a Senator, wife of a missing solider, patroness to the artisans<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Evening l August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home &gt; Atrium &gt; Impluvium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> dressed up as a nymph (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/77/38/3f77380e2e4d1dfd241da297b658911f.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aelia<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Publius, Nailah, Varius, Canus, Drusilla, Damacles, Marcus, Aelia, Isco, Decius&nbsp; (in that order)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mischievousness, rude inner thoughts, naughty ideas, scantily clad costuming, and impish disregard for being properly introduced before asking to play, nymphish splashing of the inpluvium water<hr><br>Publius Fhloston. The host of the evening did more to lessen her appetite than wet it. Was that overly vicious? Ah, well, it could not be helped. She was positive there would be more than a few young nymphs and flush youths vying for the elder. He held vast wealth and power after all, an attractive thing for many young people. Of course, she was not so old, being only four-and-twenty, but she was locked in a precarious marriage already and extremely disinterested in the host, none the less. Of course she'd never be rude openly. Peteilla smiled to herself deviously. No, no, she saved the naughty rudeness for flinging those she was interested in. Especially ones who might catch her and put her over their knee. A lovely senators wife, a gladiator, a solider, a young upstart senator, perhaps even a slave? It a was feast for the eyes as well as the palate. Anyone she wishes might be a possibility tonight!<br><br>Oh how she loved such events! Her husband was currently in an unknown location, which hardly bothered her so as long as the pay from his services kept pouring in. No one to correct her wild behaviors and attendance to such occasions... It was almost lonely. Peteilla laughed softly to herself, eyes gleaming with mischief. With her hair in curls and braids, as was the fashion, she had added flowers and a white strip of linen in the braids to her give her more of a youthful style. Her dress was hardly decent, a drape of flowing almost sheer linen the color of milk and honey pinned precariously on her shoulder leaving one breast bare. Well, almost bare. Peteilla had spent plenty of good afternoons having the shell and metal breast covering fashioned. It had been a very... intimate commission after all.<br><br>Riding to the host of the evening domus in a litter that had a canopy to keep her hidden from the vicious sun. The litter bearers had been four slave men, lucky enough to escort her to an event and free to indulge in the event if they wished. Wrapped over her shoulders was another linen to keep her modest for walking in public. Once inside however, she flung the stifling thing off and tossed it to a slave. Bold and with a flair for the dramatic, Peteilla practically glittered as she walked to the host and greeted him with an impish smile. Playfully chastised for her costume and given a full look over by many, she merely responded with pleasant flatteries and quips of her own before going to search for some wine.<br><br>What was a night without wine?! A few people were already mingling and flirting and she couldn't keep herself from grinning, every step almost as if she were elated enough to glide on the air. Was that the mysterious widow of the former Praefectus augustalis of Aegyptus? Barely anyone ever got a glimpse of her. My, my and what a view it was too. How lovely and exotic! And she was already flirting with someone who looked like a delicious demi-god of strength and sun. Lucky lady! Oh and there was the Provincial Governor of Macedonia Prima and his glorious goddess of a wife. Seemed the brought along a few treats of man meat with them. One looked like a fighter. Wonder if he was as good with his hands as her favored artisans... Even a General seemed to make an attendance tonight. A lovely senator's wife... Oh and more gladiators along with, was that an aedile? How absolutely salacious! Peteilla was practically beside herself with bubbling excitement and had to press her hand against her smiling mouth to trap in the girlish giggles that threatened to spill forward.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew of these people in passing, but never had she imagined their attractive forms twisting and twining in debauchery of all kinds. It was downright delightful. Nabbing up some of that wine she had been in search of, she too took a sip and smiled deviously over all the lovely guests. Being a bit of social butterfly, she decided to get her horses into motion and sided right up to the senator's wife in purple she had spotted. She dropped down and knelt by the inpluvium companionably and smiled as warm and mischievous as ever. "Lovely lady, you look so lonely," her voice was gentle and musical in its mirth, "What say you and I join forces to garner a bit of attention from all of our shy companions?" Peteilla wink and splashed a bit of water at the other woman. Not enough to get on her clothing, but enough to try and invite her into a bit of playfulness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 01:50:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5d/c9/17/5dc917f90d5ae211448e3ba5974dc52f--centurion--michael-fassbender.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Markus Antonius Verus<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senator<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Evening l August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atrium; Near Impluvium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Similar to this (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/413yKlmyb0L._UX385_.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aelia, Petellia<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/a<hr><br>The Bacchanalia was a festival in which Antonius had spent many an occasion. As a widower, as uncommon as that was for a Roman Senator, he found the Bacchanalia to be the only occasion that he could release some of the building tension that he dealt with on occasion. It was a shame that the occasion was so rare, otherwise he would have been a frequent visitor so such festivals of merry and joy. While there were certainly other methods, and woman, that a senator such as himself might partake in to relieve himself. He found such acts mediocre and fleeting, the activities and relationships of the Bacchanalia were just as fleeting. The only difference, and source of enjoyment, for him was knowing the woman he partook in. There was something innately satisfying in knowing the woman he was with was already taken and claimed, that whatever bonds or attachments might form between him and the woman were just secondary and fleeting and he would primarily be his own man both before and after. With no significant personal ties that would weigh at his conscience and perhaps cloud his judgement, something he had been accustomed to weeks ago.<br><br>It had barely been a year since his last festival; certain affairs in the imperial territories had kept him from returning to Rome. One might consider a year of self-chastisement and refraining from physical pleasure to be significant time period, but to someone like Antonius it was simply a matter of self-control and patience. After all if he was to dirty himself with some form of filth he’d rather do it in the confines of the festivals of Rome amongst fellow countryman rather than foreigners and natives of the provinces. There was simply something refined, delicate, and distinguishing about Roman woman that drew not only his attention but also his impulses. Impulses that did need to be loosened up, which was why Antonius was now swirling around his third goblet of wine, letting the rich and pungent red liquid swirl around the base of the goblet as he took small sips here and there as he made his way around the interior of the hosts home. He only cast passing glances at the others wandering around the interior, a few people were deserving of second glances but since none of them were recognizable he continue wandering around the Atrium until someone finally caught his attention. Well, two particular people ended up catching his attention.<br><br>There were few people that Antonius would ever consider mollycoddling, the one he might consider giving such an absurd degree of indulgence was none other than Aelia. Perhaps because of his close relationship to her husband, but mostly because of just how captivating a sight she was to look upon. He watched at a distance as the young woman removed her sandals and began stepping around the atrium in her bare feet before she reached down into the impluvium and began toying with the water causing it to ripple. He watched as the delicate woman in her flowing purple silk knelt at the edge of the atrium and continued toy with the water as she waited for her salve to bring her another glass of wine. It was then that he intended to interact with the wife of his fellow senator, yet while he was moving to interject he suddenly found himself bogarted by another. It did stall him from interjecting as he watched the younger woman reach down into the impluvium and splash Aelia with the water she had been absently toying with.<br><br>This did slightly complicate matters as Antonius was a man not all that fond, or attentive, of strangers. While the young lady was not familiar to him there was something slightly familiar about her appearance that caused him to take a second glance, and even a third, since he could not place the resemblance it did not falter his conclusion that she was a stranger. It was certainly true that he could just wander elsewhere, perhaps even fine some other acquaintance of his, but after watching Aelia without her husband for those few short moments it would simply be a lie to say that he wasn’t intrigued. So intrigued that he was actually considering braving the stranger, and the possible conversation the two might have picked up, in order to speak with her. It was only then that he recalled that Aelia had beckoned her slave to bring her another glass of wine, which had yet to arrive. So all he needed to do was find the slave before they returned to their mistress, and procure an extra glass of wine for the stranger. Both of which were relatively simple matters and hardly took him more than a minute. Of course convincing Aelia’s slave that he’d ensure that her wine got to her had taken an extra minute.<br><br><div align="center">~~~</div><br>He’d given them both some time to speak to each other, should they do more than simply greet and continue to exchange pleasantries and splashes of water, before he interjected them. His own goblet of wine was gone, discarded after he’d downed it to muster the courage needed for this particular interjection. A change of habit, of course, it was just that Antonius really did not fare well when it came to those he’d yet to meet. One of the few flaws that he continually chastised himself over but did nothing to truly heal the affliction, but even if the stranger did slightly ruffle him that didn’t mean he wouldn’t bring her a glass of wine as well. Which was why both of his hands were now preoccupied and neither of the glasses were his. He waited for the right moment to interject before tapping the bottom of the goblets against both Aelia’ and Petellia’s shoulder before offering the wine to both of them. <em>"I do hate to intrude, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’re missing a certain chaperone Aelia."</em> He gave one long glance at Aelia before sending another, slightly quick, glance at the other woman to see whether she’d take the goblet he offered her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercescion</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 01:51:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.cfstatic.com/the-rock/le-roi-scorpion_97394_w620.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hematuin Numen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Egyptian Prince &amp; Guest of Rome (Annual Hostage) <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 10 Afternoon / Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Assigned Domus for Royal Guests / The Domus of the Old Man...Senator Publia... Or how ever these Roman's called him.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;The Gilded Black Asp &nbsp;(http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t13/Patrickjamespierce/pharaoh%20garb_zpsfk6ezuxx.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None <hr><br>Rome... Hematuin nearly rebelled when he had been told by the Grand Vizier of the Divine Pharaoh that he had been chosen.. Honored was the word used... To lead the new contingent of "Honored Guests" to the city that had dominated the influence over both twin crowns. It had been tradition for every five years to send such guests to the city always led by a member of the Royal Family as both representatives and goodwill patrons of the bond the two nations had with one another.<br><br>Of course you could pour gallons of perfume on it the shit would still be shit... He was one of the dozens of Hostages sent to keep his people in line, to keep the grain, taxes, and tribute flowing to the insatiable coffers of Rome.. It's armies, its senate, and it's rabble of pompous plebs all were fed and paid with Egyptian Gold and Grain. He also knew why he had been "honored" so... His exploits in the field of battle with the Tribes of Nubia and the Persian incursions had drawn him fame, fear, and whispers of "what if's".. The Viziers and Corrupt officials that surrounded the Pharaoh and Queen looked on with fear that he might rise their mouths firmly suckled to Roman Cock they knew a strong Egypt was dangerous to their benefactors. So when he was chosen he had a choice... To obey, or to rebel and go to war with his own people, and Rome itself.... He chose the former...<br><br>So he was now in the bustling city of Rome so similar yet so different from that of Alexandra. He hated it.. He was a warrior, a general, and a man of the Upper Kingdom. He wanted silence, open lands, and privacy... He got none of that now. He was left to his own devices for the most part since his arrival with ceremonial visits to the Senate to hear proclamations every month restating the expectations agreed upon of his people... He as the Royal Guest was expected to listen... It was here he stood among the pale fleshed, hooked nosed, cold eyed Senators, Consuls, Magistrates, Tribunes, and what ever other positions these men had speaking with effort the broken Latin he had learned since his arrival... It was here the Old Senator invited him to his Domus for the Bacchanalia.<br><br>Hematuin had been told of the strange ways of the Roman.. Saturnalia when they traded places with Slaves.. Triumphs when for a day a man was a God... Such oddities that were both familiar and foreign all the same. But it was the Bacchanalia that when explained drew his interest... So he looked into the details of Bacchus whom stood out most among the Hundreds of Gods and Goddesses that filled these lands.<br><br>The day of the event was no different than his usual days in Rome. His Personal Servant and Household Staff he had brought in tow with him from Egypt woke him. He would fuck one of his concubines... Today a deeply tanned Arabian Woman... She was the wife of a Nomadic Trader who sold Hematuin a Exotic Bird from Indus that died the next day. As recompense he took the man's wife, daughter, and life.... The daughter committed suicide shortly after but the mother lived on and serviced her Master as was her duty. His Master at Arms and he would train, and a bath would occupy the remainder of the day so that as evening approached he was prepared for the event. <br><br>His hair was combed and oiled, as was his massive body. Scented with sandalwood before he was dressed. In Egypt a person showed their high status with opulence in their garb... Hematuin was a Prince of the Royal House so he was dressed in golden grieves, and shin guard, wrist clasps, rings, and his torso garbed in the polished precious metal. His lower body wrapped in a white linen kilt soft to the touch and immaculately white.<br><br>Hematuin in his Egyptian Ignorance did not realize that to the Roman people such displays of persona wealth was as tacky as a man could be.... A testament to the Barbarian Mentality the Prince held.<br><br>Due to his status, and his ignorance of the city the Senate had voted to assign him an official Lictor to serve as guard, guide, and if necessary translator to the Prince... The man with his ceremonial Facses and garb would show that the man he led was endorsed and under the protection of the Senate of Rome.... <br><br>Thus through the dust streets the plebs parted more than afew shifty eyed ruffians eyed the golden clad man with shrewd eyes contemplating the wealth they could gain off the corpse.... But they knew the Cohorts would find them before they could spend any of the wealth so they remained in their place watching the massive Barbarian pass wearing more gold than they would ever earn in their lives on his body for display....<br><br>The Senator's Domus was not far from his own and within minutes he stopped there the Lictor allowing him to enter the Domus standing at the entrance where he would await his Ward's return... Hematuin's massive form filling the entrance of the home his eyes blinking as the setting sun had been in his face before entering now saw the meandering crowds moving to and fro. <br><br>His heavy steps moving him into the atrium proper he let his dark gaze shift across the faces, and bodies of those here... Some slaves moving about, others carrying the airs of wealth and position...<br><br>A stranger in the strange home, of the strange city Hematuin stood his ground breathing in the scented air of the Domus, the soft sounds of voices, music, and laughter mingling into a heady mix... Not one of debauchery that he had been promised... Not yet at least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 07:31:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Aelia1.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aelia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14076847#msg14076847)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senator's wife<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Sundown, 10 August<br><strong>Location:</strong> atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; lavish purple tunic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Petellia, Markus <strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Finally some wine...and playthings!<hr><br>The water in the impluvium felt cool and delicious against her skin. Aelia sometimes wondered why she was so attracted to water, why she so enjoyed the feel of it against her skin. Yet at that very moment, she was more concerned with why her slave had yet to bring her a glass of wine. The girl was new to her household and wasn't completely trained yet. She was thinking about the proper punishment for her lollygagging when a deliciously attired imp appeared in front of her. The girl obviously had some breeding and rank, but Aelia had no idea who she was. <br><br>"How can I be lonely when I am graced by companionship such as yours?" Aelia's face was lit up in a smile and her voice was flirtatious as she answered the woman's question. She was just about to remark on the woman's attire for the evening when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning her head to see if it was finally her slave bringing her wine, she was much pleased by her gaze meeting a cup filled with the intoxicating liquid. She was even more pleased, however, by the bearer of the nectar. Though she didn't know the widowed Senator well, she did know who he was and had always found him rather attractive. "Markus!" she grinned in delight, taking the wine from his hand and quickly drinking half of the cup. The red color from the grapes stained her lips a deep pinkish hue. <br><br>"Your presence is always a welcome intrusion," Aelia said with a flirty yet genuine tone as she rose to stand. Finally, her slave returned, peeking from behind Markus to attempt to offer her domina the cup of wine she'd been tasked with retrieving. Aelia finished the glass in her hand and exchanged the cups, sending off her slave with an imperceptible wave of her hand. "Sadly, yes, my husband will not be joining the revelry this night. He's...somewhere doing business." She said in answer to his second remark. Her backside pressed against Markus as she extended a hand to the other woman, offering her help to rise to her feet. "More's the pity, as I think he would very much enjoy burying himself in..." She paused, not knowing the other woman's name and instead gestured toward her. "...this one. Don't you agree?" <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 08:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/34/e4/97/34e4973201c5897affc2c71b25ad0b77--rose-hairstyle-hairstyle-braid.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Petellia Iusta<br><strong>Status:</strong> Daughter of a Senator, wife of a missing solider, patroness to the artisans<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Evening l August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> dressed up as a nymph (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/77/38/3f77380e2e4d1dfd241da297b658911f.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aelia, Markus<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Aelia, Markus<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mischievousness, rude inner thoughts, naughty ideas, scantily clad costuming, kissing a lady and being impish towards a senator<hr><br>Her teasing was met well with a candid sort of flirtatiousness the woman dressed as a nymph could enjoy. She rather liked this nobly clad woman already. With a grin, she tipped her head to the side and was going to say something in response till a dark shadow loomed overhead. Oh my. Well, look at who had joined the events after all. Someone she had never expected to see here in an eon. Tall, stiff and scary, Senator Markus himself. Well, she certainly hoped he knew how to keep him mouth shut. Her father would have her head if he knew that she had ventured into such festivities without her husband to escort her and while he was missing no less.<br><br>Senator Markus was a handsome man, she supposed, but he always seemed so sullen and without humor. Petellia couldn't help but smile in impish question up at him, as if curious to his sudden affection for indulging. Though of course she had never met him personally and only ever seen him from a far, so perhaps she had stung her arrow to the wrong quiver when trying to nail him. Of course... The way he gazed with such intensity at this delightful image of a woman... She accepted the wine and stood with the lady's help, taking a small sip though she had already had a cupful just before. Smiling with knowing, her eyes danced with devious delight. <br><br>"Yes, more's the pity to not having someone to play with, for I think my chosen playmate is already taken tonight. Shame that," she said it with a sigh, but when she looked up at the pair she couldn't hold back a small merry laugh. "Many thanks for the offering, Great and Oh Titled Man," she dipped into a dramatic bow, but couldn't hold in her own humor and laughed, "I shall let you lecture on since I am to guess you are not likely to share..." Petellia glanced at the lady and winked. "Yet. I shall try for a little fun later," she lifted her wine to him, "after you indulge and loosen up a bit."<br><br>With a little teasing laugh, she leaned in and gave the lady a farewell kiss on the cheek and made sure to raise a brow at the stiff senator after she leaned back. "Do look for me if you change your minds? Petellia Iusta, if you become so interested lovelies," she gave them a little wave as she sauntered away on light and nimble feet. She so did love to tease and barb men like him, all in-control and unyielding. But there were quite a few more delectable choices in this feast, so she held no animosity for coming to this dessert too late. Shame that. That lady, Aelia was it? Well, she was down right devour-able. No matter! Her next target would not escape her! Now then, who should she try to tempt her way next?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 15:19:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.viewers-guide.hbo.com/large5525b1af8c228.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sabina<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Evening | August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Roaming the Interior<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple, deep red, knee-length chiton that drapes over her left shoulder and leaves her right breast exposed; golden collar and cuffs; tiny golden bells around her ankles and plain woven sandals. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None | Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Voyeuristic ruminations and extreme thirst...<br><hr><br>Sabina moved silently through the rooms of her Master's domus with an air of familiarity that would no doubt signal to others that she was not brought here by a guest; just as the collar locked around her slender throat and the golden cuffs and bells would signal her role in society.&nbsp; The bells had irritated her at first, with their soft jingling with each of her graceful steps, but thankfully she quickly grew accustomed to the sound and it now blended with the murmur of voices.&nbsp; The pretty trinkets, along with the scandalously short, revealing dress were merely designed to let the Master's guests know she was available for their entertainment.&nbsp; Enticements to lure them with her soft, supple flesh and pretty face.<br><br>This would be her first Bacchanalia in such a role, and she could not deny a tiny flutter of nervousness in her stomach.&nbsp; So far, her unabashed gaze had not passed over any form or face that she found unappealing, and she could not deny the excitement the night engendered in her.&nbsp; Her heart raced and she felt her skin heat as she stood watching for a few minutes as two guests shared another girl, the wife of one of the other senators, if she wasn't mistaken.&nbsp; A pang thrummed low in her abdomen and she felt the first hints of moisture between her thighs.<br><br>Turning from the heady tableau, she plucked a cup of wine from a nearby surface and took a long sip, before crossing to a table lain with fruits, breads, meats...all manner of delicious foods and, of course, more wine.&nbsp; She gazed over the guests as she bit into a fig drizzled with honey, the sweet nectar glistening on her full lips and coating her tongue.&nbsp; As guest after guest arrived, she felt her anticipation grow to overpower any lingering nerves, the wine she sipped helping to quench any fear that she might have felt over what the night held for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 02:59:22</strong>
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				<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> Vestibulum to Atrium<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> Drusilla/Sabina/Observing the others<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Canus breathed deeply of the intoxicating scent that was filling the very air that he breathed, one that he knew so wonderfully well.&nbsp; It was the scent of desire and passion, of beauty given, taken and shared with a powerful freeness, it was the very natural and intoxicating scent of Drusilla.&nbsp; Not a singular aroma, for though she needed little adornment of her face or figure, and likewise perfumed her spectacular body in only the lightest of ways, the deliciousness that he and others inhaled was a heady mixture of her chosen aromatic oil or balm to wear and verily the incredibly sensual and erotic nature of his stunningly ravenous wife herself.&nbsp; Inspired by her mood, and she was in a randy and hungrily playful mood on the early eve of the Bacchanalian festivities soon to commence, like her beauty to the eyes, the very essence of Drusilla would soon drive the men and women alike mad with need and want for her.<br><br>Hearing her encouragement for him to find another, or several others, to share his company, charms and time with, he knew well that she would be watching Canus’ every conquest and delighting in every pleasure shared between he and the partner whose affections he chose to share for all or part of the evening.&nbsp; She liked to watch, as did Canus, a thought that sent blood flowing to his loins, stretching the thin, barely there cloth which girded his loins from feeling too loosed too soon.&nbsp; <br><br>“As you wish, my Lover, and know that my eyes will ever fill with your wantonness, as my ears crave for the sound of your beautiful debauchery,” he bid Drusilla to find her own pleasures and to sate her lusty desires to their fullest, knowing that in the end it would be upon his arm that they would depart away from the revelry, sharing in the radiant glow it would no doubt bring to both.<br><br>Their parting complete, Canus was freer in many ways than any man in the domus to seek his first and sweetest taste of the night’s hedonistic promises.&nbsp; Eyes sharp with hunger, keen intelligence, and a desire for beauty that was not spoiled by political intentions nor machinations of societal climbing, Canus was observant of all who traveled into and about the room, paying homage to their host as they became enchanted and entranced with the nearly endless array of pleasures of both the vineyards and of the flesh.<br><br>In drawing his first goblet of a deeply red wine from a well-crafted bottle that held this decadently hued libation, Canus looked to his left and knew both the signs of innocent seduction and serendipity as they passed by him clad in the form of a singular woman.&nbsp; That the color of her garb matched his chosen vintage was no mere coincidence, he ever believed that all things had meaning and connection and drew near to her with a quickness, even as she sampled the honeyed treats that overfilled the table by which she stood.&nbsp; Her skin was deep of hue, like that of his one true love, again a sign with meaning in the eyes and mind of Canus, while the gentle splendor of her eyes and lips cried out for attentions more satisfying and indeed, filling than the lightness of the fig she was sampling just then.&nbsp; <br><br>The golden collar and cuffs marked her as a slave, and as such Canus found a pureness in her purpose and soul.&nbsp; Many of the free peoples present that night had other reasons than simply carnal pleasure and good wine to couple with their fellows and ladies that night, while she was offered purely for the enjoyment of her beauty.&nbsp; The offering that she was, no matter her ardent beauty and the supple curves that she was so amply and perfectly blessed with, would mean little if a dour or broken visage appeared upon her.&nbsp; Canus would not treat a slave as though she were a free-woman, for it was cruel to offer and pretend that his company alone could set her life to something it was not, yet he never treated any creature, slave or free, wealthy or pauper, powerful or powerless, as any less or more than they deserved by the intents and desires of their minds and souls.&nbsp; Her eyes swept across the room with the nervous excitement that told him her soul was alive and well, and her movements and manner spoke of a woman whose mind he would like to know as intimately as her flesh.<br><br>Moving next to her, Canus stood to his full and regal height by her side, the back of his left hand and fingers caressing the tawny flesh that was the length and fullness of her upper arm, before his thumb and forefinger traveled to draw lines of sensation from each side of her jaw to the perfect curve of her chin, drawing her eyes and face up towards his own, finding the color of the deep blue sea present in his eyes, along with the sparkle of interest and desire that her presence had inspired there,<br><br>“My lady, beyond lovely you are and of such warmth and beauty that I cannot be drawn anywhere at this moment but to your side.&nbsp; You are slaveborn and I a freeman, indeed a Governor of a distant province, but that is the magic of Bacchanalia, in this night you are free to desire my presence and pleasures, to share my company and all of you that I desire, or you may, and I would hope kindly so, toss my ardent and amorous interest in you to the four winds, to go and seek the company of another.&nbsp; I am Canus, and I would have your name, your body and your mind, dear one, each shared fully with me this night…if that is a desire I can entice you to share towards me,” Canus told her, and spoke every word with the utter and complete belief he had in them.&nbsp; <br><br>Slave or Empress, it mattered little to him.&nbsp; Canus would have no woman unless she desired him, but true to his nature, he would seek her desires with directness and charm both, bold in his wanting, and patient in his fulfillment of those wantings.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 05:21:29</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.comicmoviedb.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Idris-Elba-400x600.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Varius Lucianus&nbsp; <br><strong>Status:</strong> Governor of Africa (North)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 10, evening <br><strong>Location:</strong> A hallway leading further into the villa <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A simple tunic, sandals (loin cloth-underneath) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nailah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Old lovers reunited <hr><br>"Are you sure? Perhaps my memory does not serve me as well as it had before..." Varius replied in playful jest, the corner of his lips curling in a slight smile as his smoldering gaze lingered on hers. The world around them ceased to exist, his pulse began to increase and gave signs that his confident demeanor was partially a ruse she could topple, if she wished. He leaned in, claiming her lips briefly in a soft kiss before he replied for her ears alone. "There is nothing to guess, you are all I seek." He drew a deep breath and snapped at her lower lip before seeking a deeper kiss. <br><br>Her back was pressed against the wall of the hallway, his body close the small gaps between them. Varius's hand were not subtle when they began to roam. One slipped between them before it was sliding under her dress to claim one of her tits with a firm grope. The other slowly caressed down her arm until it came to rest on her hip. How long had it been? Years? Memories began to flood back, his mind clouded from echoes of the past as his lungs began to burn for air. The hand at her hip began to move, tugging up at her dress as the kiss finally broke, allowing him to draw air, her soft lips lavished with nips, nibbles and shorter affections. <br><br>A nod of his head later he gradually regained his composure. Both hands receded from her body until he was able to take one of hers in his to lead her further into the villa. The first unoccupied lounge was promptly claimed before he pulled her eagerly onto his lap, arms wrapping around her waist. "I was not subtle as a young man, less now." He confessed lowly, his face slipping between her shoulders and neck, allowing him to inhale her scent before lips made contact with skin once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 05:42:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.viewers-guide.hbo.com/large5525b1af8c228.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sabina<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Evening | August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple, deep red, knee-length chiton that drapes over her left shoulder and leaves her right breast exposed; golden collar and cuffs; tiny golden bells around her ankles and plain woven sandals. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Canus | Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Teasing and flirting...<br><hr><br>She sensed the presence at her side before she turned her gaze toward him; her dark eyes carefully avoiding meeting his as she studied his face and form with open curiosity.&nbsp; Beneath his touch, her skin tingled and she became even more acutely aware of the bounty of flesh her garment offered up, no less a temptation to delectation than the artfully piled fruits behind her.&nbsp; Taking in a slow breath, she tilted her chin back at his urging and finally allowed her gaze to meet his, taking his words and guidance as permission - even encouragement - to do so.<br><br>Unflinchingly, she probed his blue eyes as if they were open windows into his mind and might reveal the truth of him to her.&nbsp; In examining him, she revealed more of herself than was usual for her, but it was impossible to both hide <em>and</em> seek, so she accepted the risk such bold measuring entailed.&nbsp; Her hidden soul was far more intelligent than many slaves, unbroken and fierce; a free soul despite her chains.<br><br>"You flatter me and offer more than my status allows, sir.&nbsp; Still, my role is to provide for the needs and desires of my Master's guests, and you are one.&nbsp; If it is your wish that I only encourage your attention if I desire it, then it is my pleasure to acquiesce."&nbsp; She paused, turning her head ever so slightly to reach for the glass of wine she had set upon the table beside her, fingers curling around the bowl of the cup to lift it to her lips.<br><br>She allowed the pregnant pause to grow heavy between them as she lifted her wine to her full lips and sipped, then ran the tip of her nimble tongue across the lower pout to lick away the moisture left behind by the drink.&nbsp; Finally, her thirst quenched, her gaze lifted to his once more and she smiled ever-so-slightly, her eyes gleaming with a playful spark.&nbsp; "Your company is most welcome, sir.&nbsp; I would be more than pleased to give myself over to you for however long it is you desire me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 18:50:25</strong>
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				<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> Vestibulum to Atrium<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/Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Exposing her beauty<br><br>Canus' keen eyes saw within her own all that he desired.&nbsp; Some slaves were indeed that in all ways, enslaved of soul even more deeply than of body, but as her gaze more and more fully opened herself to his examination, Canus lusted and hungered all the more for the woman.&nbsp; He was rarely a fan of weakness, even on the battlefield he preferred a worthy foe, and in the almost analogous back and forth of seduction and pleasures given and taken, this young and stunningly attractive creature was proving to be worthy of his every attention, quite fortunate for she had his attentions were already focusing entirely upon her.&nbsp; He drank from his own wine as she expressed in modesty the leaning of her station, the limits some would place upon her and that society expected of her.&nbsp; That was part of the dance, and he could see in her eyes that her modesty, though sincere as to her surface being, barely scratched below that glossily beautiful surface to reveal the woman he would have this night.<br><br>As she drank and made him wait for her further reply, Canus placed his goblet on the table and licked his lips of the deep red wine that sweetly stained them.&nbsp; There was power in patience, in having it and imposing it upon another, and his lips curled in rapt appreciation that she knew this.&nbsp; Free men and women were strong, weak and everything in between, and among those enslaved, he found more both extremes, but very few who resided in the center of that spectrum.&nbsp; She had offered her modesty, her obligation to be whatever he desired, and yet that was her conundrum, for he desired her to be free in what and whom she chose to share her amply attractive and delicious favors with.<br><br>Her dark eyes and sumptuous lips finished their task of sating her thirst and when they returned to favor him with both her gaze and her smile, Canus was pleased and aroused more than any words could express.&nbsp; She was spirited, and that, as much as her physical charms, claimed his need and wants for her with a powerful magnetism not nearly enough women possessed.<br><br>Taking the uneaten half of the honeyed fig she had bitten into from her fingers, Canus brought it not to his own mouth, but to the soft curves of her own lips,<br><br>“I desire that in all things you will finish completely that which you start,” he told her in the clear and firmly melodic baritone voice that Canus possessed, adoring the sensuality of feeding a woman, whether a date, his fingers, his own lips and the fullness of his cock, a woman’s lips enticed him almost like no other part of her body…almost.<br><br>Turning his head so that her eyes followed his own, he nodded subtly towards Drusilla,<br><br>“We are all bound in our own ways, I am simply bound by choice to a woman, one whom I might later gift you to the dizzying charms of…but at the moment, like Bacchus himself my goddess has granted me the freedom to pursue and claim, for a time, that which I desire.&nbsp; You have looked into my eyes,” Canus told her, his hand sweeping down from her mouth as she took the fig from him, sweeping along the curve of her jaw, then her neck and finally to the shoulder still adorned in the garb chosen for her this night, and with the confident ease of a man who would surely have her this night, he swept the chiton off of her shoulder until it fell softly down her arm, exposing the decadent curves of flesh that the gods had gifted each of her breasts so wonderfully with.<br><br>“If I have you in a frenzied and momentary fashion, or draw you off to feast upon your beauty in the gardens for untold hours, I will need to know your name so that I may cry it out in passion and conquest each time we visit the abyss of endless and carnal pleasures this night promises to all,” Canus added as the cool air and his eyes and the eyes of the entire room now fell upon her entirely exposed bosom, allowing her to choose if the garb fell entirely from her body, or if she held it somewhat in place, at least for that moment.&nbsp; His fingers, in their travel over her body, had touched the cold brilliance of the golden collar that she wore and would wear this entire night. Her body was enslaved to his host, but her desires, those he wanted to claim all for his greedy self, in a way that would make Bacchus himself proud of the hedonism she inspired within him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-04-2018, 00:32:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/4d/11/454d11e7fccef0fd9ddbbd9116467955.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nailah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14077261#msg14077261)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Widow of the former Praefectus augustalis of Aegyptus<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 10 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near the hallway leading from the atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this... (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/spartacus/images/6/6c/Gaialounge.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130518145851) + arm cuffs in avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Varius<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Teasing and dirty thoughts<hr>His kiss was more heady than the wine. Darkly spiced and ever as intoxicating, it lured her in and coaxed her arousal to life. That first and briefest of kisses doing much to fan the warmth that had already flooded her limbs to even greater temperatures. Nailah did not bother with the pretense of resistance then. Her chin lifted of its own accord following the teasing snap of his teeth, her lips rising to meet his kiss halfway in open acknowledgement of her desire. <br><br>A short gasp escaped as Various followed up on his kiss, the press of his hard body but a mere tempting taste of what she craved from him. Blindly the hand holding her wine reached out to hand off the cup to a body she barely sensed passing by. Now free of its burden, she slid that hand to his shoulder while the other continued it's caress along the side of his jaw til she could curve it around his neck, the anchor of it and the wall enough to allow her to arch into his roaming and altogether inflamitory touch. The heat of his hand surrounding her breast coaxed her nipple to life and greedily she pushed more of her flesh against him, finding the confines of her dress to be the ultimate torture just then.<br><br>By the time he retreated from their kiss, Nailah was sure that if he had but sought to turn her around and sink himself into her then and there for all to witness she would not have had an objection to offer. However, some part of her was glad that their reunion had not been reduced to anything quite so... brief. Instead he sought composure in the moment, and since she needed to catch up to her own racing pulse she let him have it, only so long as it took him to find them an open lounge to lay claim to.<br><br>Pulled down into his lap, Nailah shifted close, her body turned sideways for the moment. His attentions to her neck were divine, sending small shivers and sensations through her body that inspired her to rock ever so slightly atop him while she held on. <br><br>"There is a time and a place for subtlety, Varius..." she whispered softly, her eyes closed as she lost herself to the feel of him beneath her, his hands, his lips, his very scent rising to drive her wild. "...Now is not that time. Nor the place." Her head turned just enough to allow her lips to graze along the same path her fingers had taken earlier, only she paused near his ear, her lips brushing against him as she spoke further. "If it were, I wouldn't be able to tell you how much I want you right now. I'd have to pretend I wasn't pondering if you look just the way I remember or if time might have dimmed the image." Her teeth nipped at his earlobe while her hand reached for his, moving it slowly along her thigh where her dress allowed and higher still. "I wouldn't be able to tell you that I'm not even sure where I want you first. That my mouth craves the taste of you, intimately, but already I ache to have your thick cock inside me, filling me as no one else has."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-04-2018, 23:32:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/38/cc/26/38cc2642f241a0a2b4ba35234c112f2c.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.gifer.com/BhME.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Decius Meridius/Isco Pilar<br><strong>Status:</strong> Aedile/Bodyguard <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Morning/Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Meridius Estate/Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing/Morning attire<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Auria, Drusilla<strong>Mentioned:</strong> Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr>Decius sighed deeply as he ran his fingers over his goblet. Thoughts over how their host had managed to keep the liquid inside so cool in this heat quickly entered his mind, processed and discarded as currently irrelevant. He really didn't care much about it. He eyed the door once more, sighed again and turned to Isco.<br><br>"She's late."<br><br>"You know that she is worth waiting for," Isco said with a playful smile.<br><br>Decius returned the smile, his eyes losing focus as he recalled just why Auria was worth waiting for, but he snapped back in the moment," Worthy or not, I'll not be kept waiting when there's fun to be had elsewhere. I'm going to mingle, get acquainted with our fellow revelers. Have fun. That kind of thing. Would you mind terribly waiting for her? I know she favors you."<br><br>Isco nodded," I'll enjoy the sunlight a little while longer. You have your fun. Not too much fun I hope," The pause was emphasized with a firm smack to Aedile's backside, who responded with a chuckle," You have a long night ahead of you. Be best if you paced yourself. At least for the beginning."<br><br>"I don't need you to tell me how to have a good time, my friend," Decius grinned and turned, making his way deeper into the building.<br><br><hr><br>One drink downed and another in his hand, Decius made him way through the guests, greeting those that he knew, making the acquaintance of those he didn't, all the while letting the sensation of the festival seep through his skin and into his veins. Isco had told him that he needed to enjoy life every day, not just when the calendar allowed it, but the Roman was sure that something came into the air on these special days. Something that relaxed, enabled and encouraged all sort of beautiful lusts to be enjoyed without outside stigma.<br><br>Oh... speaking of beautiful.<br><br>Dusky skin, long brown hair, large eyes, pouting lips all framed in a simple yet elegant red dress. A woman of taste and seemed to have felt that very same something in the air that he felt. He moved towards her as they were both abandoned by the other guests.<br><br>"I pride myself in knowing all the names and all the titles that there are to know in Rome," Decius opened, pausing to take a sip from his drink," Shame on you for ruining that record, no longer perfect. Shame," He shook his head with a small smile.<br><br>"I'll allow you to make it up to me by sharing your name. You may call me Decius, if you wish."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-04-2018, 08:32:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/JxrsGYoury5xe/giphy.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Drusilla (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14077210#msg14077210)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Plebeian born wife of Canus Naevius Cerinthus<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 10 | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vestibulum to Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something well made but simple like this... (http://www.frockflicks.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/1cb58cea2f6e113220c932f05997c839.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Decius | Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr>There was no urgency to this night, not for Drusilla. Ever ready to languish in sensual delight regardless of its nature, she took her time, allowing the slow build of anticipation and awareness pull her along in its growing ebb and flow. The taste of wine coated her lips and tongue freely, doing its part to encourage the waking hungers within while her eyes devoured the sights laid out before her and her ear soaked up even the softest exclamations of enjoyment and revelry. Her own husband had already begun the night's dance, his selection and impeccable taste bringing an admiring smile to her lips briefly before she continued on her way. The slaves offered up as a bounty of flesh given to pleasure as their only purpose were indeed a lure of the most tempting kind--particularly as she watched some of them navigate the room and the people within with more agility and subtlety than their respective owners might have given them credit for. <br><br>And for Drusilla's own part she was open and direct with her interest, her eyes lighting and lingering upon teasing touches between those who would never be equals, small tastes shared between rivals and friends alike. It was as interesting as it was erotic, a dance that spoke to her in the most primal of ways while also captivating her mind. She didn't even care that she ended up moving to a spot that more or less left her adrift alone at the edge of the sea of decadence before her. Stimulated as she was, she was content for the time being though ever alert for one who might well be able to handle the width and depth of her desire. <br><br><em>"I pride myself in knowing all the names and all the titles that there are to know in Rome. Shame on you for ruining that record, no longer perfect. Shame... I'll allow you to make it up to me by sharing your name. You may call me Decius, if you wish."</em><br><br>As tuned in as she was, her awareness heightened, Drusilla was aware of the male who neared. Whether he would speak or not had been a fifty fifty gamble but considering the weight of his eyes upon her, she'd expected he'd seek out her attention in some manner or other and she wasn't disappointed. <br><br>Lips curving, her head turned slowly, her eyes pulling away from the giggling scene unfolding between two servants in a manner that might have seemed reluctant to some without a certain level of confidence. Dark eyes regarded the male, noting through both his name and a brief recollection from both Canus and brief glimpses elsewhere, that he was a Roman official of some importance. His appearance betrayed some sense of youth at least in comparison to herself and her husband, but he was certainly full grown and in the full blush of his virility. They had never been introduced before but that was no deterrent to her now. <br><br>"How fortunate I am you've allowed me a chance at forgiveness," Her brow quirked even as she feigned deference, but the small smirk upon her lips showed favorable humor at least. "Though, in giving you my name, how am I to be sure you won't simply forget it in an instant? I mean, all the names and titles in Rome... that is quite a tall order and no woman wants to be the one forgotten." She sipped delicately at her wine as she looked up, her tongue following to deftly lick away the traces of sweetness that lingered upon her lips.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-04-2018, 09:19:17</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.comicmoviedb.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Idris-Elba-400x600.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Varius Lucianus&nbsp; <br><strong>Status:</strong> Governor of Africa (North)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 10, evening <br><strong>Location:</strong> A hallway leading further into the villa <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A simple tunic, sandals (loin cloth-underneath) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nailah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Old lovers reunited <hr><br>A long content sigh escaped him at the sensual confession, the years that had passed between had all but been forgotten. Her words were processed with a delay, his attention divided between the feeling of her skin on his lips and at his finger tips. With one arm securely wrapped around her waist, the other hand moved to rest on her knee before it began to slide up the inside of her thigh.&nbsp; "I recall it never is, at least when you and I are concerned." Varius replied playfully, his face lining up with hers once more. His tongue teased her lips before initiating a series of shorter kisses that pressed and pushed for something deeper in between breaths and words. "The night is young." He concluded as his hands pulled aside what little she wore under her dress to find the heat between her thighs. <br><br>A shiver ran through his body as two fingers explored her, finger tips parting the outer folds before slowly pushing into her body. His mouth hungrily assaulted hers, the arm around her back moved up to slip under her dress to grope and palm one of her breasts as best he could. The invading digits continued to thrust in and out of her pussy, the heat and intensity of it all warmed his skin. His heart rate continued to increase as the bulge between his thighs continued to grow, threatening to undo the loin cloth he shouldn't have used.<br><br>"As much as I wish to savor and indulge in this moment...my very body betrays these wishes." He made the sordid confession before he turned and laid her back onto the lounge. With a quick motion he removed his tunic and tossed it aside, the loin cloth ripped free, freeing his hardening cock to the cool evening air before his hands parted her thighs, allowing him to crawl between them. Arms kept him hovered over her as he returned to her mouth, a hand moving between them pull the dress aside before sparing a glance down at what little of her body he had exposed. "How I ached to be between your thighs once more, deep inside of you." He growled as he lowered his lips onto hers, his thick cock stroked and guided back between her thighs, the thick head of his cock pressed between her swollen folds, parting them for what would soon follow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>30-04-2018, 13:28:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.viewers-guide.hbo.com/large5525b1af8c228.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sabina<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Evening | August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Golden collar and cuffs; tiny golden bells around her ankles and plain woven sandals. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Canus | Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nudity and more flirting...<br><hr><br>Full lips parted without hesitation as he brought the remains of the honeyed fruit to her mouth, and she extended her tongue to draw it in with a soft, throaty murmur of hedonistic pleasure.&nbsp; Chewing slowly, she held his gaze as she savored the sweet, juicy flesh and felt the tiny seeds popping between her teeth, her lips glazed with nectar and shining faintly as she curled them into a smile that held secrets, promises and challenge.&nbsp; "I've no doubt, sir, that all your desires shall prove as sweet and pleasant to fulfill as that one."&nbsp; As his hand moved over her warm skin, her eyes shifted to gaze across the room at the woman he had nodded toward.<br><br>Her head tilted faintly as his fingers caressed the side of her slender neck, but she held her gaze on his wife, feeling a shiver of anticipation at the thought of enjoying the attentions of both of them.&nbsp; Her mind was caught in that delicious reverie when she felt his fingers on her shoulder and knew - in the very instant before he did so - what it was he meant to do.&nbsp; Her arms remained at her sides, the loose garment allowed to fall from her shoulder and slide unchecked into a pool of darkest crimson at their feet.&nbsp; Her eyes finally lifted back to his face, expression as serene - and yet aroused - as before she stood unclothed before the party.<br><br>"My name is Sabina, my lord.&nbsp; Do you wish for me to call you by your given name, so that all the party may know who is the cause of my cries of unbridled pleasure in the moments to come?"&nbsp; Her soft, musical voice held a throatiness that hinted at the rapid beating of her heart and the ache between her thighs.&nbsp; Thighs which were supple and lean, with a faint glisten of moisture beginning to gather on their uppermost, inner surfaces from the delicate folds at their juncture.&nbsp; Her sex was smooth - more adornment and preparation for the occasion - but for a small, triangular patch of dark hair directly above the golden ring that pierced the hood of her clit.&nbsp; Her stomach was flat, shadows gathered in the shallow comma of her navel, and her skin an unmarred, milky cocoa expanse of silk.&nbsp; The pert, palm-sized breasts were capped by taut peaks of milk chocolate, with the left - newly exposed - sporting more delicate golden jewelry in the form of a small ring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>01-05-2018, 06:26:32</strong>
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				<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> Vestibulum to Atrium<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> Nudity and sensual touches<hr><br>Canus was pleased and ever more aroused as Sabina gave her name and willingly bared herself to him and the entire room.&nbsp; Her figure and flesh were far more delectable than any of the myriad of treats set out on the table to entice and tease the hunger of the crowd, something Sabina was surely doing as her entire grandeur was revealed with such graceful ease and the kind of confidence that Canus felt was part of her nature, though as a slave she could simply act as if it was a matter of compliance with his wishes.&nbsp; As his eyes drew up and down her beauteous form, Canus suspected that Sabina understood that in some ways, especially in her own carnal adventures and pleasures, there was great power in being enslaved.&nbsp; <br><br>Even if Bacchanalia was not being observed, a slave showing her body to her Master or one of his guests, perhaps both, was not merely acceptable, but expected.&nbsp; In her rampant and stunningly gentle beauty, Sabina had no reason to claim false modesty, though many free women would, as a matter of form and course.&nbsp; As a slave, she would have been trained to exhibit herself without hesitation, and yet most did hesitate, at least a bit, while Sabina almost craved sharing her nudity with the eyes of Canus, and from her glance over to his wife, to Drusilla as well.&nbsp; He too looked that way for a moment and grinned, a warrior sort was consorting with his beloved, and Canus knew well that the man had best be as skilled with his shield as he was with the spear he intended on impaling Drusila with.<br><br>“If the cry is of pleasure, let everyone know in that moment that Canus possesses you, even though another may claim ownership, I claim possession until neither of us has enough breath to use the merest of words, much less each other’s names, Sabina.&nbsp; Turn, please, away from me and step out of your garb.&nbsp; I will see all of you such that I may plan my invasion and conquest of your supple lands, atop the majestic peaks, and in the deepest heat and wet of the valleys you are blessed with.”<br><br>As she turned and displayed her back and rear to him and stepped away from her already shed clothing, Canus reached down and gently took up her garb from the floor.&nbsp; In a practical sense the only part of a Bacchanalia that annoyed him was the impossibility of finding one’s far flung clothing the next morn among the piles and sensual carnage that would soon sweep through the entire place, but Canus was more than practical, he was a gentleman, not the sort of falsely mannered fellow who did things for form over meaning, but the kind who carefully folded the soft garb of his chosen over with care over his arm, not seeing or giving a difference whether she was enslaved or of the highest Royal blood.<br><br>Canus also enjoyed the view of her as he took up the garb very much, and his lips pressed heated kisses along the pressure and pleasure points he knew so well up along the center of a woman’s back from the very top of her pert rear to the nape of her neck, as he rose.&nbsp; Stepping closer to her as his lips parted from the center of her when they met her golden collar, and instead continued their sensual path down along her left shoulder, his left hand gripping her left hip as he pressed the stiffened promise of his sizable arousal against her sumptuous rear and lower back, his own clothing the only impediment from his flesh touching her own there.<br><br>Nothing impeded his right hand from curling around her succulent form to at first cup and knead the lower half of her right breast, then to enclose the beautiful dusky brown perfection of her turgid nipple within the grasp of his thumb and forefinger. His tight, skilled touch stretched her pleasure point forward and upward, then rolled that wantonly firm, yet soft peak of pebbled flesh to and fro as Canus experimented with touches intended to pleasure her and further dampen those already wetted silken thighs even more,<br><br>“Mine,” Canus softly growled against her flesh, voice low, but deep and reverberating along her skin, “To take and ravage and fill until the creatures of the night that prowl the deep of the forest can hear our primal cries…lead me to your favored place within the Domus, Sabina, we should not be so rude as to block the table with our passions, and let us not forget our the wine, Bacchus would never favor us leaving it behind, would he?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>01-05-2018, 17:50:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/4d/11/454d11e7fccef0fd9ddbbd9116467955.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nailah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14077261#msg14077261)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Widow of the former Praefectus augustalis of Aegyptus<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 10 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere in the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something like this... (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/spartacus/images/6/6c/Gaialounge.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130518145851) + arm cuffs in avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Varius<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sex<hr>Her breath escaped in a rush, her body shivering almost violently as his fingers found the heat of her. For a moment everything seemed to pause, poised on an edge she had not seen coming until the moment his exploring touch drew a moan from her lips. It had been so long since she'd felt even the semblance of such a touch. Her late husband had certainly never managed it to illicit the skin tingling rush covering her flesh. It rippled down her back and up into her scalp so swiftly, Nailah had no defense. With sudden wanton greed her legs parted, allowing and encouraging more from Varius, while her heavy lidded gaze attempted to take it all in. <br><br>The stroke of his fingertips where they pressed into her already slicked sex urged her to ride his invasion, her hips shifting and leaving no doubt as to what was rising beneath her. Her face turned into the side of Varius' neck as her breathing hitched, then picked up its pace. There was no shame about her current state, or if there was, it was caught somewhere behind all the sensations crowding her body. Her dress was pushed up but also slipping slowly off one shoulder as her lover's hand at her breast had forced it, and still, where the fabric rubbed against her skin was yet more stimuli designed to arouse and set her aflame. Gods but she wanted him. His fingers felt impossibly good, impossibly thick, but their rhythm and her insistent rock only made her ache to have his cock buried inside her.<br><br>Nailah had just started to reach for the thick organ pushing upward beneath her when Varius made his confession and set her pussy to clenching in eager anticipation. That he turned then to lie her down was of course welcomed but at the same time it left her momentarily adrift. His heat withdrew, leaving her wanting as he pulled back from her to undress, though she could not help but to enjoy the reveal of the smooth dark flesh she remembered beneath her fingertips and mouth. Biting her lip, she looked up at him and felt desire take her all over again as his proud cock sprang forth. Unconsciously she licked her lips but then he was coming for her, his hands falling to her thighs to part them once more before his body moved up between them. And for her part, Nailah reached for him, drawing him closer while her heart sped in her breast. <br><br>She'd anticipated this night being more... difficult. Had expected to have to push herself beyond what had grown to be her comfort zone. Yet one look at Varius had changed it all. Her body craved and she felt joy and relief as well as the hunger that set her nerve ending ablaze. Even his growled words struck a chord, making her gasp slightly as every muscle reacted viscerally to the man above her. It made her laugh to feel it, made her grin as she arched upward beneath him. She felt the wide, blunt tip of his cock began to push at her but rather than simply lie back, Nailah decided that she'd been a passenger on this ride long enough.<br><br>The lounge was not an excessively wide piece of furniture but there was enough space for her to push Varius over, barely. Toppling him to his back, she quickly followed, rolling with him until she could claim the spot she wanted. With her legs straddling him, she hovered above him, her hands dropping to his chest. "I tried not to remember, Varius. I tried so hard not to because it..." she shook her head even as she reached between them to find his cock, "but I couldn't forget. Couldn't erase the memory of you from my skin." She wouldn't bother to mention that her husband had quickly figured out it wasn't him she was thinking of when he'd come to her. Nudging his length into the right position she rolled her hips enough to have that thick tip sliding along her slit once then twice, slicking it with the evidence of her desire before she finally began to push downward. She blinked at the feel of her body stretching to accommodate him, her lips parting to allow her breath to shudder in and out, but did not look away or allow her eyes to close as she might have previously. Instead her dark gaze remained on his face, watching him as she slowly reclaimed what had been lost to her for so long. <br><br>"You feel so good," She whispered, just before both greed and need cancelled her plans for a slow descent and brought her fully down on his impaling shaft. Leaning forward, her hands braced on his chest, Nailah sought out the taste of her lover's lips as she began to ride him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>01-05-2018, 19:11:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/38/cc/26/38cc2642f241a0a2b4ba35234c112f2c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Decius Meridius<br><strong>Status:</strong> Aedile <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Late Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Evening Attire<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drusilla&nbsp; <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr>Up close, she was even more of a vision than she had been at a distance. That quirking of the brow, that playful smirk tugging at the sides of her lips. Less a woman here to indulge in various fantasies, more a goddess gracing mere mortals with her presence. The smirk on his face evolved into a full smile as he chuckled softly, taking a few steps forward, coming closer, less than a handsbreadth away from her as he took a sip from his drink, tilting his head.<br><br>"I would forget them all," He said, his voice a soft, intimate growl as his hand came up, gently stroking her cheek, his fingers coming perilously close to those full lips of hers, but curling away just at the last moment to lightly caress her chin and tilting it upwards to face him a bit more fully," All of them, just to keep yours on my lips. Even my own, although I would wish to have you remind me of it at regular intervals," Bold, a bit too bold perhaps, but what was the point of the Bacchanalia if one couldn't test limits, especially one's own? The likelihood of her leaving his face with a bright red, fresh hand-print for his audacity was unknown. He didn't know her temperament, personality or style. He was a quick and avid learner, though.<br><br>The heavenly liquid had played it's part in his playful and bold actions, even though he was one to indulge in it enough to build up something of a tolerance. He might even come up with some sort of excuse about being drunk on her presence... no. He cringed inwardly at the thought. She wasn't a young sprite, for whom such honey-dipped words would be a novelty, a new experience which begged for more. A woman of refined and demanding tastes. She knew what she wanted. Whether or not he could deliver was the question.<br><br>The excitement of it hit him in a gentle rush, causing him to sigh and turn to face her fully, leaning lightly on the balcony that she was facing. Pale blue eyes studied her as Decius reached forward to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind her ear, taking the opportunity to gently caress her skin as he did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 02:24:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/35aa/i/2015/187/d/d/knight_ii_by_avine-d906ke7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Judocous Hadrianus <br><strong>Status:</strong> Soldier /Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Sometime After Sunset On August Tenth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Paenula<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Petellia Iusta/Open&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; Petellia <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Drinking <hr><br>Despite Judocous reluctance to involve himself in the petty affairs of nobles, he knew that he would have to eventually make a serious&nbsp; appearance at senator’s&nbsp; Fhloston party.&nbsp; In fact he had been order to to do so by one of his superiors. Thus after a few moments of perusing the patriotic tapestry in the courtyard , he entered the senator’s house proper. His first task for the evening was to acquire an appropriate mug of wine. He figured alcohol would help&nbsp; him acclimate to the festivities of the night. After a few sizeable&nbsp; mouthfuls of wine he absentmindedly scanned the room for&nbsp; anyone of possible interest to him. <br><br>Only one figure&nbsp; received any interest from the grizzled veteran at the moment, a nymph or at least the imitation&nbsp; of one. He finished the last of his wine before striding over to the woman. Judocous was a rather&nbsp; imposing figure&nbsp; even among the&nbsp; large crowd at this gathering. His long flaxen hair was scraggly and unkempt. A short beard traced the underside of his jawline. He looked untamed and wild even while standing perfectly still. A result of living on the turbulent&nbsp; edge of the Roman empire for so long.&nbsp; “Hmm, A nymph.” Juducous said with a sly chuckle.”You know&nbsp; in all&nbsp; the stories I read as a boy&nbsp; said a strong warrior such as myself always ended&nbsp; up surmounting&nbsp; the nymph in the end.” The rugged soldier quipped as his eyed the young woman&nbsp; before him fervidly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 04:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5d/c9/17/5dc917f90d5ae211448e3ba5974dc52f--centurion--michael-fassbender.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Markus Antonius Verus<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senator<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Evening l August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atrium; Near Impluvium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Similar to this (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/413yKlmyb0L._UX385_.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aelia, Petellia<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/a<hr>The delighted grin on her lips did not go unnoticed by Antonius. Instead his eyes continued to linger on her with slight interest, remaining locked on her expression as she took the goblet of red decadence from his hand and began taking a few several sips of the rich wine he’d brought her. He also took a glance at the other lady as she took the wine he’d given her and began idly sipping it as she continued to speak to Aelia. He didn’t pay much attention to the words she spoken to her. Instead he was slightly preoccupied with the way Aelia was pressing her backside against his hips, making him shift left and right so that she would feel just as much of him as he was feeling of her. Since there was no wine in his hands, they didn’t bother being idly at his side. Not since she was busy pressing into him. Instead he sunk one of his hands forward to caress softly along her waistline, lightly petting over her waist, as his other hand brushed itself across the back of her head to sink through that mess of hair. It was probably more personal than she might be comfortable with, but considering this was the bacchanalia he had no interest in hiding his interest in her.<br><br>His hand in her hair did pause twice, however. The first time he paused his touches was when Aelia mentioned how her husband might be buried in the woman before them. A slight smirk eased its way across his lips, he couldn’t help but now as he faintly brushed his lips along her cheek before letting them sink across the length of her jaw as he muttered under his breath. <em>"I think you’re right..Even I have to admit she would certainly be a prize to be buried inside. In fact it might have been me buried in her, rather than your husband, if it wasn’t for the fact.."</em> He mumbled lightly under his breath as he leaned forward, bringing his lips to her earlobe so that she’d feel that heated breath of his brushing across her ear. <em>"Of course.. To be fair. The only reason I’m not is because I found something.. so much more enticing.. and pleasant."</em> His breath lingered on her ear for just a moment as that hand on her waist lightly tapped across her waist, brushing his fingers further forward to work across her stomach as he continued to slightly lean her toward him.<br><br><em>"Oh.. looks like she’s wandered off."</em> The voice of his returned, the second pause to his touches across her body now coming as he turned his attention to the nymph that was making her way away from the both of them, before deciding to address the fact that Aelia was still addressing him so formally. There was an idle press of his lips to her cheek, just under her jawline. <em>"Your husband calls me Antonius. That same curtesy if of course extended towards you Aelia. Should you wish it."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 16:21:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.viewers-guide.hbo.com/large5525b1af8c228.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sabina<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Evening | August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Golden collar and cuffs; tiny golden bells around her ankles and plain woven sandals. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Canus | Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nudity and more flirting...<br><hr><br>She did as she was bid, turning away from him on the ball of one foot and stepping nimbly over the spill of wine-red fabric to stand just beyond the garment.&nbsp; Her neck arched and her muscles twitched faintly beneath the silken cover of her skin where his lips passed, nerves lighting up with sparks that only served to fan the fire in her abdomen.&nbsp; As he straightened, she turned her head slightly to murmur in an intimate tone, her body settling back against his.<br><br>"By word and deed you flatter me, Canus.&nbsp; If you are not cautious, I shall find myself spoiled and no longer content with the lot that life has dealt me."&nbsp; She flashed a teasing smile as she peered up at him, gasping when his hand found and claimed her breast, back arching as she moaned wantonly from the heavy pulses his fingers aroused deep within.&nbsp; Her firm, round backside pressed eager back into the feel of his hardness through the thin covering of his tunic, pinning the shaft between her plump cheeks as she savored the teasing of her sensitive peak.<br><br>Her breath coming somewhat swifter and more ragged, she nodded at his request and reached for a pitcher of wine on the table, lifting it in one hand, along with her nearly-empty cup, and leading him from the Atrium.&nbsp; Her steps her slow and sensual, her rounded hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm as she made her way through the building, past lovers in various modes, stages and positions of debauched fornication.&nbsp; Her eyes unabashedly appreciated the flashes of attractive flesh, every form of bawdy pleasure on display for all to witness and enjoy.&nbsp; Soon, they were in the master's study, and she set the pitcher of wine and cup down upon the large table at its center, then turned to face him once more.&nbsp; "This is my favorite room in the domus, Canus.&nbsp; Does it suit your wishes?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-05-2018, 07:08:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.comicmoviedb.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Idris-Elba-400x600.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Varius Lucianus&nbsp; <br><strong>Status:</strong> Governor of Africa (North)<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 10, evening <br><strong>Location:</strong> A hallway leading further into the villa <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A simple tunic, sandals (loin cloth-underneath) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nailah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Old lovers reunited <hr><br>He mistook&nbsp; her rushing breath for his own, failing to realize he neglected to breath until he felt his lungs ache. The distractions in the form of Nailah had interrupted the subconscious need for air as he slowly slid into her body. Every inch was accepted and welcomed by slick-tight walls. the heat a direct contrast to the cooling evening air. The descent ended when his hips were fully buried between her thighs, arm slowly lowering him to pin her body under his when she flipped his world upside down! <br><br>His slipped free in the transition, a growl escaped him as confusion set&nbsp; across his features. The gears in his muddled head spun, trying to make sense of it all, slowly realizing she wanted to mount him. A chuckle followed, an amused look replaced the confusion after he recovered from the welcomed surprise. "Why?" He inquired, the smile slowly spread across his face once more as she lifted her hips and teased him. Large dark eyes closed and his the muscles in his jaw tensed before the lower half dropped as he drew in a deep breath. "Do I need to remind you what my hands feel like?" Varius asked as he moved his hands over towards her hips but did nothing to reclaim the control she had taken from him moments earlier. <br><br>When their lips met, he eagerly sought her tongue, groaning into the taste as large finger tips gently explored up her sides until he was reaching under and easily palming&nbsp; each breast.&nbsp; Each mound was trapped in his large hands before&nbsp; fingers closed and the supple flesh was firmly squeezed and groped. "I want to remind you of all those nights we shared..." He confessed when their lips broke contact, a brief interlude for air and honeyed whispers. "Of the nights you clung to me... and early mornings you hesitantly left my bedside." Varius locked eyes with hers and began to roll and push his hips up into her slowly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>04-05-2018, 07:15:44</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; And he followed her, past the bodies writhing and touching, clothed, disrobed and betwixt and between.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Interior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 03:03:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f7/74/1a/f7741ad2e6062d2f56e4c4de17e0166b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dalia Serpentus<br><strong>Status:</strong> Former Meretrix/Person of Infamia<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 10/Just after sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atrium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Taking the temperature of the room<br><br>Dalia swept into the room with a silence that belied the brilliant and deep scarlet color of her dress.&nbsp; As a meretrix a color of its like was required wear, a signal to all who came near that she was open and willing in matters of sex.&nbsp; It was less a business in Rome, more of a governmentally organized occupation, but that did not mean that a woman with wits that equaled or matched the sumptuous fullness of her curves could not learn to leverage her position...sometimes atop a prominent and elderly Senator, at others beneath the wonderfully strong and vigorously thrusting body of an up and coming military man, or even an ambassador or monied gentry from an allied province or nation...into a life free of her former duties, and one filled with material wealth, but still stained with the loss of citizenship that taking on her former role had cost Dalia.<br><br>She still wore the inviting and scandalous colors of her trade, though now she was the one with plenty of currency and the ability to choose whom and how she shared her favors with.&nbsp; The Bacchanalia was one place and time where her manner of dress was not scandalous and a mark of shame, but instead she moved among the throng with ease.&nbsp; Her life was filled with lessons in becoming the ultimate social creature, and she greeted the host graciously, filled her cup with wine and wandered about observing all of Rome’s finest practicing the very kind and manner of debauchery that had tarred and feathered her for life.&nbsp; Another woman might have railed against the unfairness of it all, the hypocrisy, but Dalia was a practical woman, a woman of deep needs and passions ready to be sated and spent.&nbsp; A life spent swimming upstream against the constant and ever-present hypocrisy of life in Rome was both a sad and oft short life, neither being what Dalia desired for the remainder of her days.&nbsp; Instead she waited, watched, enjoyed the show with an eye seasoned and inured to such wanton displays, and yet she delighted in them, the smile upon her lips and cheeks matched in splendor only by the hunger in her eyes.<br><br>
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