She looks around. "It's cozy, sure. I didn't know if you two would be wanting privacy, though." She points between Maat and Aulus.
'I don't know,' Aulus said, 'The general kind of killed the mood. Besides, it'd be unfair to throw you out. You were part of the mission, after all.'
Maat chuckles. "I suppose he did. Stop being silly, Agorix, you're better placed to protect me here, anyway." The gaul nods. "Makes sense. All right."
'Well, Maat has stopped her teasing after that and when we ate, so the moment kind of passed by,' Aulus chuckled and nodded, and looked around at the sleeping arrangements, 'Good. How should we do this?'
Looking, he sees three Roman style couches, on which one lies on the stomach. They have the added benefit of doubling as single beds. The tent is warm enough for them not to need blankets.
'Well, I think it's late enough to turn in,' Aulus went to a little basin with water to wash his face, before he returned to one of the couches. He was a bit disappointed that the night went out on a whimper but that's how things go sometimes, and forcing it wouldn't do any good.
Aulus is awakened by shouting outside. Sitting up, he's relieved to hear it's just a centurion shouting orders to his men during a drill march. Looking around, he sees morning light coming through the canvas of the tent, and spots Maat applying some sort of oil and makeup to her naked body, while Agorix remains on the couch, snoring loudly and contentedly.
Aulus sat up on his elbow, looking at Maat, taking in her naked curves, 'Now, that's quite the sight to wake up to. Good morning.'
Maat turns around, and he gets a good sight of her breasts, not that her usual outfit obscures much. "Good morning yourself."
Aulus looked at her breasts a moment, before he rose from the couch and walked over to her, 'What are you doing, might I ask?'
{nice pic} Anai raised her eyebrow. "You said to me something completely different, I remember." She said as she leaned back in her throne. "No matter, there will be an investigation. It will determine your guilt, or lack of it." She looked around the gathered people. "Imprison them. We shall see who's version of events checks." She turned to Taia. "Search their houses." She ordered as she got up. She knew that Taia would understand her orders and plant some evidence in MILF's and sister houses. If they were lucky, they would find some other evidence among other prisoners. Sometime later, she waited in her quarters, for her daughter to report.
"AH! Ah! Ohh!" Ouei keeps moaning as her hole is ravaged by the Roman. She loved it, his passion, his strength, his vitality, his rage. She could feel him twitching inside her, the hot rod making her squirm with each thrust. She moaned as cold wine landed on her breasts. She pushed her breasts together allowing the wine to gather between them, forming a cup from which Quintus could drink. But she let go of it, losing control as orgasm raged over her body. "Haaaa!" She arched, her walls closing over meat that penetrated her. Yet the general did not stop, grinding against her sensitive walls, driving her to even greater heights. Then he exploded inside her. She could feel his burning hot liquid inside her. Her body was thrust into yet another climax, this one even greater than another. When the general slowly backed from her, Ouei collapsed on the table, barely concious, her body twitching from pleasure rocking her body.
Maat smiled and put her hand on her waist, completely unbothered by the man's attention to her body. "Putting on some paints, preparing for a day." Now her eyes travelled over his naked body, appreciatively.
Taia enters her mother's bedchamber not long after. "It turns out that there was a plot." She chuckles. "Evidently Lady Yasca", she uses the name of the busty milf who insulted Anai, "didn't think much of her chances in the investigation. She contacted one of her noble friends, trying to get him to help free her and organise a coup. Quite a few of the other prisoners joined in." She strides up next to Anai, pouring a drink for herself. "Unfortunately for them, the noble they approached is a 'friend' of mine. He told me everything. So far, the lady and her conspirators have no idea that they've been betrayed. How should we handle it?" "Oh," she adds after taking a sip, "as for the two daughters, I planted evidence in their quarters, but I couldn't find anything legitimate on them. They weren't contacted for Lady Yasca's plot."
Slowly, Pesca pulls out of her, after allowing his cum to stay inside for a few moments. He looks down at his slave, struggling with his emotions, and partially tempted to go in for a second round. Instead, he gives her a cold look. "Clean up in here." Without another word, the general dresses and heads to see his daughter.
'Is that how your skin has such a shining satin look?' Aulus chuckled as he went closer. Though not naked, the slave tunic Aulus wore didn't leave that much to the imagination.
Anai smiled. "Very good, Taia. Keep them in the dark. Organise a meeting in a secret room - in an hour, in the palace. Let them plot when we will be looking from the hidden room with few of our officials - with that proof, we will capture the traitors, and will do it legitimately." She chuckled. "I will be sure to later play with Yasca, that bitch annoyed me long enough." Anai sighted. "I guess the sisters are of the hook. Let them go, no need to make enemies where we don't need to." She turned to Taia. "Make it look like you saved them from my wrath, make them indebted to you. They will make useful assets, I think."
Only a tired satisfied moan is an answer to his order. Pesca walks through the lively camp. He passes several soldiers, practicing, drinking or toying with prisoners - they all nod to him with respect as he passes by. He entered the tent of medicus. He passes the old man as he is tending to a wounded person, and walks up to his sleeping daughter. As he raises the sheet covering her, he notices her pussy is swallowed and red from the fucking she recieved. She carries angry red marks over her breasts, back and ass. It looked that except for those, there is nothing more...
"No, that is my natural charm, that you see." She chuckled. "And you? What do you do to keep such a, deliciously youthful looks?" She asked as her eyes moved to look at his thighs.
Aulus had to laugh, 'Me? Being quite young helps with looking youthful, I'd say. I don't have your natural charm, though.' He smiled at her, 'Not to say that you're old. Just a little older than I am.' As she looked, she saw his thighs were strong, as is typical for soldiers used to long marches with their equipment. The young Romans eyes were drawn to Maat's dark nipples on her very large bust, 'I didn't know the charm of Egyptian women until I met you.'
