Korina looked at her with concern as she tied the woman. "Can you walk?" She asked. "Or should I call someone to help you limp down?"
Anai howls, her body arching in the climax. The man was good, and she loved how passionate he was. Her tits swung with each of his movements and body jumped with each thrust. A lustful whimper escaped her as the man's dick scratched her innards. She continued moaning, whimpering, with each thrust, and looked at the man with eyes filled with need and submission.
Flavia cocked her head. "Is it wise, general?" She asked as the duo walked to the tent the defector was in. "Your man will need a guide. Will you use your slave, instead?" She asked. As the two were talking, General Quintus entered the tent, followed by priestess Flavia. Maat got up and bowed her head with respect. "General Quintus, I am Maat, a noblewoman of Nane city."
In first moment Ivyari wants to refuse, but on second thought she swallow her pride and nod. "A support arm would be welcome. I have to show the wound to healer."
Rena walked up to Ivyari and grabbed her under the shoulder. "Come, little amazon. We will take you to nice comfy medic's tent - they will surely tend to you tenderly." The woman chuckled, as she started leading the amazon down. In the medicus's tent, Ivyari's wound was tended by the old doctor. As the man finished, the amazon chief - Ivayari's mother entered the tent. "Are you alright?" She asked concerned.
(Image didn't show up) Ivyari bite piece of wood as doctor take care of her wound. She rest on the bed, her armor lie next to her as her torso was wrapped in bandages. "Yes mother, it is just a scratch." She said and smiled showing place where dagger hit her. "I hope that gladiator is still alive mother. She was strong enemy."
Aulus stood at attention, and saluted, 'General, I bring the defector as ordered. Tribune Gauis Drusus fell during the mission.'
Pesca nods to the Egyptian. "Lady Maat, it is good to finally meet in person. We will have much to discuss soon, but for the moment, take what time you need to recover from the ordeal you have suffered in your escape." Turning to face Aulus, Pesca returns the salute. "I'm saddened to hear that, but I'm glad his second in command was able to finish the job. Follow me, son, there's something I would discuss with you." Leaving Flavia and Maat in the tent, Pesca gestures for Aulus to come with him as he leaves, beginning to walk through the camp. "The watch centurion mentioned something about a duel with a Carthaginian?" The general wears an amused smile.
Bostar moves both his hands to Anai's neck, squeezing tightly, and the tyrant's vision begins to blur and fade, though the less air she inhales, the more pleasure she feels from each powerful thrust into her ass, his dick not going too deep, but thick enough to spread her hole wide. As he feels her cum, she sees a look of irritation cross his face, though it's soon replaced by a look of abject pleasure as her own orgasm sets off his own. The general cums hard in Anai's asshole, his cock remaining inside of her as he looks down at her body, breathing heavily. Taia catches some of the cum as it drips out, bringing it to her lips for a taste. "I love diplomacy." She smirks.
"I'll see what I can do for her." The chieftess of the Amazons crosses her arms. "Perhaps she might join us in exchange for her freedom. In any case, it's good to see you well, daughter." "There have been developments, while you were away." She frowns.
Ivyari grinding for that. "I want personally train her mother." She said. One of Amazon tradition about females who want to join them is the new member is the lowest of them all and must serve one week completely naked for one of the Amazon who will judge her valuable in task and quest. In that time, new woman will have to suffer much more humilation from the tribe, but if she managed to pass, she get full rights and equals as others Amazon's. Ivyari is going make sure that she will be the one who judge that gladiator. On the next words of mother, Ivyari made herself serious. "What happened mother? Did our alliances have troubles on their walls?"
Ivyari's mother inclines her head, though she looks cautious. "Be careful. We do not know her mind. She might still be loyal to her masters." At the question, she shakes her head. "No, the walls have been defended. The problem is that in the chaos a traitor, one of the nobles, got away. The Carthaginians went after her, but their leader challenged the leader of the Romans to a one on one duel, and lost, and his men let the traitor escape." She sighs. "There's talk that this will lead to other nobles committing treason, perhaps even letting the Romans in. We must be on our guard."
"I understand that mother, in any problems I will ask for advice from Korina." She said and later shake her head,hearing what happen. "That is bad, that men shouldn't lose, but I'm glad his men keep their word. Honor is important." Ivyari tried to sit in the bed. "Did that Roman tell his name? I want to know who I should be wary on the battlefield."
"Let's hope that honour doesn't get us all killed." Ivyari's mother sighs. "As for the name, I don't know. You could go see the Carthaginian cavalry, though. I'd bet that if the Roman gave his name, they'd remember, in the hope of getting revenge."
Ivyari nod for that. "Alright, I will do it." She said and get up from bed. She put her armor back on, with her sword, knive, bow and arrows. "And where is taken that gladiatirix? I want to see her."
"She's been taken up to the encampment. We haven't taken many prisoners this campaign, so she shouldn't be hard to find." The chieftess states matter of factly.
Ivyari stand on her toes and kiss mother in cheek. "Thanks mother, see you later." She said and leave medical tent, going to encampment, to that gladiator.
In a city green behind the walls stands the camp of the Amazons, a circle of tents where the women warriors have congregated. In the middle of the circle is an area filled with captives in wooden cages. There Ivyari sees the gladiatrix, imprisoned in one.
Ivyari take bottle of wine and walk to cage with gladiatrix, taking swip of wine. "Hello gladiatrix, I hope your new house is comfortable. Thirsty?" She asked looking at women face
Anai massaged her neck - for a moment she thought she would lose consciousness - only fucking kept her awake. But she had to admit, she loved the fire of Carthaginian. "I hope, that you are thinking clearer, now, general." She said as she got on her knees, and started licking the general's dick, cleaning it.
