Thread: Ancient Rome (blushing-rose and casketslinger)

Karin deliberately turned her eyes down to study the water as Antonia began to undress before her. She was no stranger to male nudity some Celtic tribes made a habit of taking naked warriors into battle to intimidate their opponents but this felt more intimate somehow. He bent to undo his sandals and she could not stop her gaze from darting up as his back was turned. Antonia was strong and well sculpted, the lines of his body running smooth and curving sharply around each muscle. His back was broad and his buttocks Karin blushed were firm. He straightened and turned and she took in his large girth with incredulity before she remembered herself and dropped her gaze again quickly, her cheeks hot. He dove into the water, and she barely had time to admire his strong strokes before he was upon her, his hands moving across her waist and her concave abdomen as he surfaced. Karin stiffened instinctively at his touch but his carefree laugh was infectious and she felt herself relaxing again. He answered her question then, and Karin cocked her head onto one side as she listened to his answer. His mother and fathers reactions did not surprise her in the short time she had known them she had already formed decisive opinions of the two. That Chloe was ambitious for her son and protective for his safety Karin did not doubt, just as she had no trouble imagining that Furious had a more militant career in mind for Antonia. As for the young man himself, Antonia seemed to be like both and yet neither of his parents at the same time. Karin was rather glad of the latter. He stood close to her in the water, his hand brushing an unruly curl from her face, and Karin became uncomfortably aware of their proximity and their nudity. The water here was not deep enough to cover her completely, and she could feel it lapping against the underside of her breasts. Her nipples were exposed, teased to stiffness by the coolness of the pool, and as Antonia fixed his eyes on hers Karin was acutely conscious that he need only to look down to be able to study her intimately. She took a step back from him, seeking deeper water, but as she moved away, Antonia steadily closed the distance. She moved suddenly, ducking under one of his arms and diving under the water. She was fast and streamlined and made it to the far side of the pool before she had to surface for breath. She pushed her hair from her face only to find Antonia still following her. He was swift and sure in the water and she could not continue to outmanoeuvre him. As he neared her for the third time Karin relented, allowing herself to be caught. As his hands reached out for her she sought to distract him by answering the question he had posed to her. This will be my nineteenth summer Karin informed him, trying to engage his attention. And of course I have fought. Multiple times. Her brow furrowed as she imagined a life where this was not a necessity. There is always some boundary to be contested or some threat to be overcome. When Romans thrust their spears at us, I can thrust back just as hard. She caught his earlier reference and threw it back to him, tossing her head back proudly. Ive had many men at my mercy. Hes asking whether youve fought, not whether youve fucked. The voice rang out from the other side of the pool room. Karin jumped in surprise, lost her footing and disappeared momentarily under the water. She resurfaced quickly, coughing out the water she had swallowed and looking for the owner of the deep voice that had just called out in such a way. Her eyes found a man leaning against one of the pillars, and her mouth dropped open in shock. The mans skin was dark darker than anything she had ever seen, and she stared at him in amazement. He caught her gaze and his lip curled in amusement. He looked to be around thirty, with a huge hulking frame. Karin guessed him to be around six foot four at least. The width of his bicep was easily larger than her neck. He had cropped dark hair, and wore a gold ring through one earlobe. Her eyes travelled down to his abdomen where a stark linen bandage wound around tightly. An angry pink gash escaped the base of the bandage and travelled down his right thigh, and on the other side the scar rose out of the dressing across his left pectoral muscle. Ruin held a hand to his abdomen as he walked to the edge of the pool, sitting down and dangling his feet into the cool water. He smirked at the sight of the young pair. Sorry if Im interrupting. He leaned back slightly, easing off some of the tension in his wound and hoping the pain didnt show on his face. Weakness was never a good sign in a gladiator, especially not in one as truculent as Ruin. Stubbornly defiant, servility was not in the fighters nature. Furious Medullinus only tolerated him because Ruin had never yet lost a fight in the pit. Even his most recent encounter he had won, though at a heavy cost. The lion had almost gutted him and the wound was taking time to heal. Unwilling to lose a prized gladiator, Medullinus had allowed the man such liberties as he required to recover fully, and Ruin was fully exploiting the opportunity. He would never be allowed to use the pool normally, and he took pleasure in being there now, seemingly thwarting his young masters attempts at seduction. So youre the new slave our Lord and Master paid so much for? he called, regarding Karin critically. I cant see why. Your tits may be pert but there are many who are far more buxom than you. He grinned as Karin flushed. I guess your value lies somewhere further south. You want my advice? Stop fighting. Pick one of them and fuck them and then your value and your interest will be gone. He leered at her. Hell, Ill do it if you want. Youre a pretty young thing. Karin shrunk back against Antonia, unsure what to make of this newest arrival on the scene. The man was exotic and crude and his words made her cringe. She looked up to the man beside her in the water for help.