Reaching down, she finds a short but fat manhood waiting for her, growing hard as the milf touches it. "You really are a whore, like they say?" He grips her by the throat and begins to squeeze, roughly shoving her down onto the table. The Carthaginian gropes her breasts roughly, as Taia pulls the armour from his body to leave him naked. Poking up, his manhood rubs against her
Ivyari point at female gladiator and tell to Korina. "Let's try to get her alive, I would use new slave." She chuckled and and attack gladiator, with swing sword on her leg.
"Thank you." He nods to the runner. "I'll head to see them soon. Get some lunch and some rest, soldier. Dismissed." Pesca salutes. When the man has left, Pesca moves to face the priestess. "I'll send a man out. Ouei knows ways into the city that even her sister never did, but even so, the messenger I send to Taia must keep his wits about him."
Aulus stood with his helmet under his arm, heeding the centurion's instructions and waited for the general. He turned to the Egyptian woman, but without the exhaustion of battle and pumping adrenaline, he was lost for words again at her sight. He tried not to be rude and stare at her curves, with a lot of effort he managed to look at her face instead, 'Good to meet you, Maat. Aulus Cornelius, at your service. Uhm, yes... I think he does let people wait often. I am no expert but I am a noble too, it's mostly to intimidate and make people feel like they are the lesser party in whatever discussion comes after.' He scratched the back of his neck, 'Or he might be just busy, we are in a siege after all.'
Maat gives a subtle smirk as she sees where Aulus' eyes are drawn, before she looks to the brown haired slave cooking in the corner. "You, girl. Get us some wine." The young woman nods, immediately picking up goblets from the shelves, and filling them with a fragrant smelling alcohol. Maat gives a dismissive wave, and the slave goes back to cooking, after handing Aulus and Maat the drinks. "Well, whatever the reason for the delay, I suppose it gives us time to talk. I was impressed by your display, earlier. You're smaller and less experienced than the Carthaginian was." Her voice sounds softly, in between sips. "And yet you defeated him. Perhaps you were lucky. Or perhaps you have the favour of your gods?"
'Oh, uhm, thank you,' Aulus said, as much to the slave as to Maat for ordering the wine. He looked to Maat, 'The favour of the gods? My father did sacrifice two goats to Mars when I left for the campaigning season, so that might have helped. Maybe I did get lucky there, but we didn't have that many options. I thought I had the best balance between brute strength and technique among our men. Perhaps one of the Celts would have been better suited but I've never seen them fight, so it was hard to judge.' 'Pardon my nosiness, but why did you defect? You're not a spy are you?' Aulus took a sip of the wine, using all his willpower to keep looking at the woman's face, but her foreign make-up was also quite intriguing.
Anai gasped as the man grasped her throat. Her body shivered with delight, as he threw her on the table and started groping her. The need made her moan as she felt his dick grind against her. She spread her legs, inviting him.
The gladiator snarled, as Amazons attacked her. Swinging her hammer, she parried Ivyari's sword, surprising her, as she stepped closer, slamming her body against Amazon. She spun around, deflecting Korina's blade with her knife.
Flavia cocks her head. "The Egyptian who brought the message? She does know the city..." She asked. "But that.... might not be the best messenger. Not the most trustworthy one."
"Gods are temporal and flicker. Simple tribute might not be enough - if they like you, then they are more likely to help you." The woman said as she took a sip of wine and arched, with pleasure. "As for the reason of me changing sides... not all of Nane are sympathetic to the course Anai took during the war. Many of us see her as a tyrant." She looked at Aulus. "As Republican, you should understand."
Ivyari gasp as gladiator slamming her, but she grab gladiator by arms in hug and hit by amazon forhead in gladiator nose, to let Korina strike.
'I hope the martial display elevated me in Mars' graces then,' Aulus chuckled. He nodded, 'I do understand the sentiment, she's holding an impossible position yet no one can go against her will. Her holding out seems a bit... foolish to me. The city will fall, that much is set in stone, the question remains how many will die before it is achieved. I would understand her position if she could hope for relieve from Egypt or Cartago but none is coming.'
"I'll have to keep a close eye on you, then, and see if Mars continues to favour you. It's good to be friends with those belived of the gods." The Egytian smirks alluringly. "She's..." Maat stops herself, trying to think of the right word, after Aulus asks the question. "Lady Anai is the kind of person who would rather their city burn than give it to an invader. What happens to the population is immaterial."
Ivyari's head spun as she headbutted the woman, stunning her. When she came to the gladiator was being tied by Korina. Then the came come - she noticed that the gladiator managed to stab her in the tight - the knife was still sticking out.
Ivyari grimace of pain, when she noticed the wound, but she was Amazon, getting wounded isn't her first time. She just tear off captured gladiator her bra and used it as bandage on her wound. She take her weapon back and keep new knive. "Alright, let's get back to city, catch some rest. Thanks Korina for help." She said and escort captured slave.
The general requires no invitation, as he presses forward. At the last moment, however, he moves his cock down, and thrusts his cock roughly into Anai's asshole. Bostar fucks the governor with abandon, pistoning into her asshole, fueled by rage and lust. Taia stands behind him, her hands reaching across the caress the general's balls and Anai's clit. She kisses the man's neck and says something that makes him even more animalistic, shoving his whole length deep in Anai's ass as he grabs her nipples and twists them painfully. Taia watches her mother being ravaged, a grin on her face.
"No, not her." Pesca agrees. "In any case, she has other uses, in corrupting the city's nobility. No, I think I'll send one of my own on this mission."
'I hope you are favoured by whichever gods you worship too,' Aulus said, 'Things can be very perilous and uncertain for a defector.' The young man gave a sympathetic look, as he didn't mean it as a threat, but it was true. With no real allies or family to back her up, she was at the mercy of whomever she reported to at that moment. 'I understand her position, yet I don't agree with it,' Aulus said, 'Of course, a good number of your citizens would become slaves after a surrender. But many would keep their homes and become tributaries to Rome. Maybe I'm not patriotic enough, but an existence like that would be preferable to death, no?'
"No need to worry for my sake." Maat smirks. "As for Anai, I think there's something personal between her and your general. A grudge, perhaps? Maybe a rivalry? Either way, I don't doubt that this situation won't end until one of them is dead. Perhaps both..."
'Hmm... that's troublesome, I heard some rumours about their history but I don't know the details,' Aulus grumbled, taking a gulp of wine, 'Countless men and women being used for the personal vendettas of the ones at higher stations happens much too often I think. Sure, I may benefit getting some fame, glory and riches, but I may be dead in the next assault as well.' Aulus looked for a place to sit down as well, it seemed the general really was busy.
