A wee snippet from what promises to be a filthy hot menage scene. Gaius and Allerix. 😀
Through the smoke clouding the air of the lavishly decorated entertainment hall, Gaius spied Allerix and another attractive slave sprawled over cushions strewn across the marble floor. Although the loud music of the pipes cloaked their conversation, Gaius didn’t need to hear a word.
A slow, flirtatious bat of those impossibly long black eyelashes.
A sweet, submissive smile from the blond offered to Alle in return.
Allerix took a sip of wine and laughed. His near naked companion must have said something humorous.
The two pleasure slaves were a study in contrasts: the smooth-skinned, bronzed Ganymede wearing only a white loin cloth, and his dark-haired, furry Dacian dressed in a sheer blue tunic belted with a cream-colored sash.
The juxtaposition was sublime. Gaius wanted them—both of them.
He turned to his portly dinner companion. “Who owns that beauty over there?”
“Which one, my esteemed Commander Fabius? There are so many fauns to delight the eyes here tonight.”
“The slender blond reclining next to my raven-haired whore.”
“Ah, that one is mine. They do seem to be enjoying each other’s company, don’t they?”
“Yes, they are most comfortable with each other.” A lustful smile slowly revealed the shadows of Gaius’s dimples. “What’s your lad’s name?”
“Lagos. I purchased him during a stay in Corinth a few years ago.”
“Lagos?” Gaius chuckled. “Is your pretty rabbit timid?”
“Lagos is far from timid, but he is most obedient. Would you care to savor him yourself, Commander?”
“You are both gracious and magnanimous, my dear Megareus.” Gaius glanced over at the two slaves again. Allerix lifted his left hand and brushed the blond’s wine-stained lower lip with the side of his thumb. Lagos leaned into Alle’s caress and closed his eyes. Gaius’s smile broadened. “Have Lagos washed and sent to my guest chambers. Immediately.”
Megareus signaled for his steward’s attention with a wave of his pointer finger. “Can I trust that you’ll return my property to me in good condition, Commander?”
“We’ll leave no permanent marks, I assure you.”
Confused, Megareus stared at Gaius longer than was appropriate, before turning his head without saying a word. Gaius whispered in his ear. “My favorite is of barbarian stock. I’m confident that he would enjoy spit roasted hare.”