The Dark Embrace of my pesky deadly sins +18

Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic and vulgar scenarios, so if it's immoral for you to be reading it, please avoid it! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life situations is entirely coincidental.

—Lucius

The beginning of my enslaved torment...

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Let's go back together, to that different time. 509 BC, winter, to be precise. The Battle of Silva Arsia had just come to its bittersweet conclusion. Our Roman forces had been victorious... at the cost of one of our consuls. That night had both the air of celebration and the toasts of sadness for the fallen.

And I? Well, I had garnered a reputation for myself during the battle. My name was said to be one of luck, as it was the name of the consul fallen, but more to the point was my sheer size and background.

From the beginning, I had been a brute of a creature. I had been practically bred, born, and raised to be one of the fiercest Roman soldiers. And I had earned every scrap of fear that came with my name.

It was as if some demon had been with me during that battle. It was as if I had been possessed. No thoughts had occurred in my mind at all.

No, the strategy and obedience to command were things that had been drilled into my being. Blood had flowed forth from my hands, so much of it. Lust and wrath pulsed through my veins and I had had the sensation of being where I belonged, of being the hand of death.

The stench made boys sick, but I inhaled it only to feel myself turn erect with excitement. It had been ecstasy, every nerve pulsing in pleasure with every fleck of blood that rained on me. I had breathed it, choked on it, swallowed down mouthfuls of it.

When I lay in my tent after it was done, I was drinking and I had wanted to be alone for a time, actually. Sure, I could take a whore if I wanted and I intended to in the nights to come, but for the moment I still rode an excitement that burned me and I was worried

I couldn't f*ck without killing the partner in my pleasure frenzy. I was in a surreal state, wishing I was back in that rain of bloodshed. As it was, I was already generally rough in my carnal attentions. Violence was who I was and the red haze was my euphoria.

I drank some more of the wine in my tent, having earned a never ending font of it. I was a prized warrior and whatever followed the death of the consul, my future was set.

Hell, all of Rome would be set up for a powerful opening with her armies after that battle's victory, if the politicians just wouldn't f*ck it up. As it turned out, they wouldn't f*ck it up.

But I wouldn't get to be around to see it.

It was somewhere in that pitcher of wine that I felt a chill that made me turn with a soft snarl on my face. It didn't feel like the chill of winter. It felt like the chill I would get down my spine when danger surrounded me.

I loved that shiver when it was in battle. Like a sixth sense, it ensured my survival. I disliked it, however, when it was in the safety of my private tent, while I was drinking to calm my lusts.

When I turned, however, I went still and my annoyance faded far away.

She was the most exotic thing I had ever seen, something more lovely than any whore I had ever touched, and she had this femme fatale look that taunted a man's entire being.

Danger sparked in her eyes and I felt a desire to violently tame that danger, to subdue it. She rendered me speechless with just a look and I knew not what nationality she was. Her skin was bronzed and glistened.

Her eyes were an impossible color and I thought it must have been a trick of the light at night because they appeared feral yellow. Her teeth were sharp and bright when she smiled at me. By the force of her gaze alone, she held me still and silent.

"Such a handsome one you are." She seemed to sigh her words with a soft catlike pleasure, a purr of approval, as she circled me.

"It's too bad you cleaned all the blood off of you. Did you know, my dear, that you killed the most of anyone today? The death toll you managed to exact was so high that it screamed out to me. I have never heard the Dark Embrace crave to punish one so fiercely. And of course, I couldn't resist coming to see whose soul would cry out with so much pure, defiling wrath. Those pesky, deadly sins." She said the last teasingly.

Her words didn't make much sense to me at the time, but they made me afraid. I didn't know much of the monotheistic religions at the time, but I knew enough of punishment after death. What was more, she spoke with the light of the insane in her eyes. "Forgive me, my lady, who-?"

"Am I?" She smiled, finishing easily. "My name is Astarte. You may call me 'Mistress' from now on, I believe. Yes, the call is still strong and it has been so long since I've had one to amuse me."

Her eyes flickered with this light, this irresistible flare, and my willpower was abruptly crushed. It was the strangest sensation that made me gasp and stare at her with wide, helpless eyes. "Come to me. You have not lain with one after your glorious battle, warrior. Allow me to give you an eternal reward. Lay down on your furs."

I could no sooner fight her command than I could suffocate myself. Where I had once been a flame of violence wanting to conquer this woman, I obediently walked to the furs as if I were her puppet. I would soon realize that was exactly the case.

"As you wish," I said softly, and even my voice was submissive.

She purred again, that sensual sound. "Very good, little warrior. Perhaps I'll let you up from the Compulsion at times to see you struggle against me. But for right now, I shall enjoy your lion fierceness in the manner of a kitten at my side. Look at you, so proud and bloody. And yet, isn't it so sad to cut those claws and rip those teeth from your lion head so you can't even run from me?"

I could no longer focus on anything, couldn't even consider her words or the fact that they should anger me. I couldn't consider that I should have been physically stronger than this insolent female.

All I could think of was how she looked, undressing as she spoke, how she easily undid the strings of her dress and stepped out of it. I didn't even notice that she was not wearing clothing or underclothing that I was familiar with.

All I could think enough to do was to say, "Yes, Mistress," and to salivate over the sight of her breasts when she bared them to me.

She chuckled. "Good little lion. I assume you've eaten your fair share of cunt, a warrior like you?" Her smile widened when I nodded. "Excellent. Let's see your skills then, see what I have to work with for my entertainment." When she was naked, she lay down beside me and spread her legs for me to see.

And pleasure shot through me.

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