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Amantes Sunt Amentes

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Lucilla Verus x Maximus Decimus Meridius

Word Count: 5.3K

A/N: This was written as part of @happypedrohours Bouquets of Pedro event. I got Marcus Acacius and the theme is friends to lovers. It's a bit different to what I normally write (and my first none Joel fic) so please go easy on me.

Summary: It's friends to lovers and pretty much just filth, no one look at me for a while 🙈

Warnings: Smut. All the smut. Kind of voyeurism, infidelity. Not tagging everything. Probably loads of historical inaccuracies but Ridley Scott started it when he made them Generals, don't come at me.

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Marcus didn’t know how he let Maximus talk him into this. He’d known for a long time that his friend lacked respect for the proper rules of decorum required by a Roman General, always doing things his own way. And Marcus was usually content to follow, even benefit from the trail his friend blazed, his own promotions usually following closely after those of the man he’d fought beside when they were lowly centurions. But fucking the married daughter of the Emperor seemed reckless even for Maximus. And somehow he’d let himself be ensnared in their treachery, agreeing to act as lookout and ensure their rendezvous remained concealed, knowing full well the price they would all pay if they were discovered.

But he couldn’t blame them for their lust. Lucilla was the most magnificent woman he’d ever met, radiant like the sun, brightening the lives of all those who basked in her presence. People were drawn in by her warmth and beauty and held firm in her orbit by the gravity of her intelligence and wit. And Maximus was brave and strong, loyal and righteous. He would fight for what he believed in until his dying breath, unmoving in the face of others whims. He was beautiful too in his way, his body sculpted as though by the Gods, rippling muscles littered with scars that painted the story of a thousand victories. It was quite something to be jealous of both sides of this dangerous union.

No he couldn’t judge them for their lust or their risk taking. Not when he was stood just outside their door frantically fucking his fist to the sound of their coupling, hidden by nothing more than the shadows of the alcove he was sheltered in. It was foolish he knew. He should stay vigilant, that was his purpose here. But after being tortured for the past two nights by the wanton moans leaking through the blasted door that separated them from his sight he could bear it no longer. It wasn’t hard to conjure the image of the two of them to match those tantalising sounds, their naked, writhing bodies, glistening with sweat as they grew wild with their pleasure.

He imagined Lucilla’s soft body, graceful curves and flawless skin, the goosebumps rising across her flesh as the cool night air caressed her bare form. How her head would tip back in pleasure as Maximus’ cock struck deep within her.

No imagining was needed for Maximus. Marcus was well acquainted with his body, they had bathed together often enough when on campaigns. He thought of the hard muscles of his backside flexing with every deep pump, his biceps round and bulging as they held him over his beautiful conquest, caging her to the bed beneath him. He imagined beads of sweat dripping from his chest to hers, as though even their fluids longed for connection, magnetised to each other in every way. Gods what he wouldn’t give to lick the salty liquid from both of their beautiful bodies.

The sounds within started to grow more frantic, moans and grunts getting louder and more frequent. Lucilla released an almighty moan, long and throaty as she came, and Marcus followed her over the edge, painting the wall and floor with his seed, his own primal grunts drowning out the sounds of Maximus’ completion.

Marcus braced himself against the wall, forehead resting on his forearm, panting through his recovery. He released his cock and carefully rearranged his toga. He slipped out of the alcove and stood himself once more outside the door to Lucilla’s suite. He heard the murmurings of conversation within the room, muffled enough he couldn’t make out what was said. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart.

The door swung open behind him and he turned to see Maximus emerge. His friend smiled cockily at him and clapped him on the back.

“Thank you my friend.”

As Maximus moved to the side Lucilla came into view and Marcus had to fight back the moan that raged against his throat, desperate to escape. The silk robe she had adorned herself with clung to her glorious form, leaving little to the imagination. He could see the pebbling of her nipples beneath the soft fabric. He wanted to push her back into the room and tear it from her body, suck the hardened peaks into his mouth as he fucked her into the mattress. His cock twitched in interest despite his recent release.

Lucilla smirked at him, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking. And she probably did. She was shrewd and observant, Marcus had deduced that much in the short time since they were introduced. But instead of shaming him, exposing him for his lustful thoughts to her lover, his friend, she simply whispered a soft, “yes thank you Marcus,” resting her hand on his chest and leaning forward to graze his lips with hers. More foolishness heaped atop of the recklessness that had overtaken all three of them. If they were to be caught as they were now they would be as damned as if they had been discovered with Maximus buried deep in Lucilla’s cunt with Marcus outside the door, cock in hand.

But Marcus could not bring himself to break away, that small brush of her lips more arousing to him than any woman he had ever bedded.

“A-a-anytime. I mean anything. I – I,” he willed himself to stop and take a deep breath before continuing, trying desperately to regain his composure, “I – I am at your disposal my Lady, anytime you have need of me.” He wrapped the hand on his chest in his and brought it to his lips, planting a kiss on her knuckles.

A small peel of laughter escaped Lucilla, “I am afraid I will hold you to that Marcus.”

He wished her goodnight and reluctantly released her hand, moving down the corridor to allow them some privacy for their goodbyes. He could not stop himself peeking back over his shoulder to watch their final passionate kiss.

Their goodbyes now complete Maximus hurried after Marcus, throwing his arm around his shoulders, “come brother, I owe you a drink.”

“You owe me more than a drink you madman.”

Maximus laugh echoed around the hall, “the true madness would have been to turn her down and you know it,” he stated, his gaze running over Marcus face, sharp and assessing. “Don’t you?”

Marcus looked away, unable to hide the guilt and shame that coursed through him. His friend knew. Knew that he coveted his lady. He felt entirely exposed under Maximus knowing gaze, like his old friend could look directly into his mind and see all the depravity currently housed there. He grumbled his assent to Maximus claim, knowing it would be churlish to deny it. “Have you always been this insufferable?” he asked, desperate to distract his friend before he could read him any further. Before he realised that it was not only Lucilla he craved.

“Yes, you’re just normally too distracted by battle to notice.”

Marcus laughed at that, some of the tension easing within him. “Will we return tomorrow?”

“No, Lucilla returns to Verus’ country estate in the morning for the summer.”

Marcus nodded his head in acknowledgment, in equal parts relieved and disappointed that this folly had come to an end. Now that the danger had passed he allowed himself to relax. He knew the sounds of Lucilla coming undone would echo in his head for eternity. And if that was the only part of her he was ever destined to have, he would go to his grave knowing he was blessed.

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Two months had passed since those nights, and Marcus thought of them still. His days passed in a blur, the promotion awarded him following the last round of successful campaigns leaving him busier than ever. Transferred to a new Legion, there were new superiors to impress, new men to train, new strategies to learn. A welcome distraction. But at night. In the quiet of the new villa afforded by his inflated rank, he was tortured by his memories. The ache of longing that accompanied them was almost too much to bear. And the realisation that the beautiful sounds he held so dear were starting to fade from his recollection sent him to the edge of panic.

And to make matters worse, he was no longer stationed with Maximus. He saw his friend infrequently now, brief conversations stolen between campaign planning meetings. He missed him. Missed that connection to those hazy nights that had etched themselves into his soul. He didn’t understand why he felt so lost, so lonely. He had other friends. Had plenty of options for female company. He could lose himself in wine and a warm cunt but he knew it would only leave him feeling worse. It would feel like a betrayal, even though he knew that was ridiculous. That neither of them had ever been his.

So at the morning campaign meeting when it was announced that Maximus’ Legion was to depart North while Marcus’ Legion would remain in Rome, he had almost punched the wall in frustration. He couldn’t bear it. The ache within him clashing violently with the panic of impending loss. So he had sought Maximus after the meeting, inviting him to his new villa for the evening to share wine and food before they were separated, perhaps for good. When Maximus had accepted without hesitation, Marcus thought he caught a glimmer of the same crazed feeling that was racing through him flash across his friends face. It was gone in an instant. So quick Marcus could believe he had imagined it.

He didn’t know what he expected of the evening. Perhaps he would confess to his lingering thoughts of those nights. How much he had wanted her. Wanted them both. It was foolish to think such things let alone admit them out loud. He knew confessions of that type had been a death knell to many strong friendships. Knew that it could result in Maximus departing from Rome hating him. But he had to do something to free himself from the hell he’d found himself in, he could bear it no longer. He didn’t dare to hope for reciprocation of his feelings. It was always the hope that killed you in the end. So instead he prayed to the Gods that his confession would be enough to free him from his chains, that Maximus would understand at least.

He had spent the rest of the day agitated and unsettled, counting down the hours that seemed to drag, unending and unforgiving. He was so desperate for evening to come, so distracted that he had been reprimanded several times by his new General. He found it hard to care in his current state, the buzz of excitement laced with fear consuming him fully.

So when a messenger arrived not long after he made it home with a note from Maximus saying he would be bringing someone to dinner Marcus had thrown his goblet at the wall in frustration, all his hopes shattered. There was no way he could discuss those nights with anyone else present. Not with all of their heads on the line. He wanted to cry. Instead he took a deep breath to steady himself and set his household slaves to cleaning up the mess he had made.

By the time Maximus made his entry, Marcus mood had dropped to the floor. He felt sullen and empty. But still he stood to welcome his guest, thankful that he had arrived alone, that he would have him to himself even if only briefly.

“Old friend,” Maximus said, spreading his arms wide for an embrace Marcus was happy to give, their hands clapping at each other’s backs. “Are you alright Marcus, you seem out of sorts,” Maximus asked him as they broke apart, leaving him once again with the unsettling impression that his friend could read his mind.

“I am well, it’s just strange to think of you going off on campaign without me. Been a long time brother.”

“Ah so you are just concerned for my safety, I see,” Maximus teased.

Marcus huffed a laugh, “it is others who should worry without me there to reign you in,” Marcus batted back, the easy camaraderie a balm to his beleaguered soul. Maximus’ laugh rang through the room as he nodded his agreement.

“When will your guest arrive? It had better not be Gaius, I can’t stand that pompous prick.”

“They’ll be here soon. Not Gaius, I promise,” he replied, taking a goblet of wine from one of the slaves, “when they arrive, can we dismiss the attendants?”

Marcus narrowed his eyes at his friend at the unusual request, “what are you up to Maximus?”

Before Maximus could even open his mouth to respond, the mystery guest was announced and shown into the room. Cloak still on, hood still up, undoubtedly female. He wouldn’t. A glance at Maximus smirking face confirmed that he definitely would. Damn him. Marcus hastily dismissed the slaves and closed the door behind them. He turned and headed straight to the table to pour himself a goblet of wine, knocking it back in one go as Maximus divested Lucilla of her cloak before coming to stand behind her, arms wrapped tight around her waist and lips trailing kisses up her throat.

“Have you lost your mind bringing her here?” Marcus asked, his anger flaring through the relief that flooded him at having them both so close. “You know the price if we are discovered, you know how dangerous this is.” Sneaking into the palace was one thing, but bringing Lucilla here was folly beyond contemplation.

“We know.”

“We know?” Marcus scoffed. “You put her in needless danger, traversing the city at night, and for what? One final fuck before you depart?”

“He’s pretty when he’s angry,” Lucilla hummed into Maximus’ jaw before planting a kiss there.

“He is,” Maximus agreed before capturing her lips softly with his.

“Will you two be serious for a minute?!”

“I didn’t bring her here so I could fuck her,” Maximus responded, arms still wrapped tightly around Lucilla’s waist, chin tucked over her shoulder, gaze settled on Marcus.

“No?” Marcus asked.

“No. I brought her here so you could fuck her.”

Marcus brain went hazy as all the blood rushed from his head straight to his cock, he was fully erect within seconds. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the back of a chair to keep him upright, his choked groan filling the air.

“I think he likes the idea dulcissima,” Maximus chuckled into Lucilla’s ear. She only grinned in response, her eyes now locked with Marcus’. She read the longing, the desire, the uncertainty raging behind his soulful brown eyes and her pussy throbbed with anticipation.

“You see Marcus, soon I leave Rome to lead my Legion North,” Maximus explained undoing the clips that held Lucilla’s robes at her shoulders, “and from there I return to Spain to spend time with my wife. I need someone I trust to keep Lucilla safe. To keep her satisfied until I return.” He released the last of the clips and the silk fell from her body to pool at her feet.

Marcus could only stare dumbfounded, mesmerised by her nakedness. His gaze running over her, taking it all in, her lithe, elegant limbs, her full but perky breasts, her plush, round hips, the way her soft skin glowed in the candlelight. She was an ethereal masterpiece, the most exquisite sight he had ever seen. Venus herself would be shamed by comparison.

He knew how stupid this was. He knew he should send them away. But this is all he had desired for months and he could not bring himself to do it. He felt frozen to the spot, unwilling to move lest this turn out to be a dream, fearful of the moment he would wake and they were ripped from his grasp as they had been so many nights since this madness began. He was lost. He was theirs. He would never be able to deny them.

Lucilla made her way over to him slowly, careful not spook him, a predator stalking her prey. Her hands looped around his neck and played with the curls at the nape of his neck as her lips ghosted over his. He moaned at the contact and his hands instinctively grabbed at her waist. Her heady scent and the feel of her flesh, warm and soft beneath his calloused hands was almost his undoing. He took a deep steadying breath, fighting the urge to push her to the ground and ravage her immediately. Fighting to keep control of himself.

He was so lost in Lucilla he had not noticed Maximus approach him from behind. He felt him there now, his hot breath ghosting over his neck, his hard cock pressing against his buttock.

“Touch her Marcus,” he instructed as he reached round to grab Marcus’ hand in his and guide it to her tit, “feel her.”

Twin moans fell from Marcus and Lucilla as his big hand enveloped her tit and began kneading. It felt perfect, the way her supple flesh gave under his palm, the way it bulged between his fingers with each gentle squeeze.

“You want her don’t you?” Maximus whispered in his ear, now guiding Marcus’ hands to her ass and pulling them both impossibly closer, the puppet master of this debaucherous evening, positioning them like dolls for his pleasure.

“Yes I want her.”

“Then why are you holding back old friend?”

“She is royalty Maximus! She is married!”

Lucilla was at his other ear now, she playfully nipped at it as her hands undid the clasps at his shoulders, desperate to see him, to feel his golden skin against hers.

“Relax Marcus, my husband finds no joy between my thighs and he is more than happy for me to find someone else who will.”

“And her cunt Marcus,” Maximus whispered to him, his nose trailing up Marcus’ neck, “her cunt is perfect. Worth dying for.”

Marcus growled at his friends words, as Lucilla finally succeeded in removing his robes, her hands tracing the taut skin over his pecs. He yanked her closer again, hands still gripping her ass, right where Maximus placed them, his naked, leaking cock now in direct contact with her skin as he moved against her.

“That’s it old friend, let go. She wants you, don’t you dulcissima?”

“Gods yes, you’re so handsome Marcus, so broad and strong, I need you,” Lucilla mewled in his ear.

“She is already with child Marcus, you can spill inside her.”

That is what breaks his resolve. With an almighty roar Marcus, grabbed her by the back of her thighs, hoisting her up as her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the table and unceremoniously swiped everything off it, sending food, wine, crockery flying and smashing around the room. His frenzied actions were in contrast to the gentle way he handled her, easing her down onto her back and spreading her thighs apart.

He took a moment to admire her sex, already glistening with her arousal before diving in like a man starved. Her back arched off the table as his tongue swiped a broad path from her leaking hole to her throbbing clit.

“Gods Marcus,” she panted, finally getting the friction she needed on her aching bud. “So good, please don’t stop.”

He had no intention of stopping. Ever. He will have her again and again or go mad with the want. His cock leaked and throbbed, egged on by her gasps and moans but he dared not touch it lest he come undone before he’d ever been inside her.

As his tongue worked back down to her hole, slurping up every drop of her arousal, Maximus, now stripped of his garments, grabbed her by the shoulders, positioning her head by the table edge. Marcus chased her pussy with his face as her body shifted, refusing to be parted from her even for a second, hands gripping her hips tight enough to bruise.

“Open up for me dulcissima,” Maximus cooed at her, shoving his cock in her mouth immediately as soon as she obeyed, “good girl.”

Marcus watched on transfixed from his position between her legs, his tongue penetrating her depths again and again as Maximus claimed her mouth, his buttocks flexing with every thrust just as Marcus had imagined.

Lucilla writhed against the table as her climax neared. Marcus could feel her tensing beneath him. He continued eating her voraciously, desperate to drink as much of her down as he could. He found her clit with his thumb and began pressing little circles into it, Lucilla mewled and her hips bucked at the contact, her lips still sealed around Maximus’ cock. Her hand found purchase in Marcus’ hair, twisting and pulling as though it was the only thing tethering her to the earth. He growled straight into her cunt as her hips started to grind against his face, the vibrations of it pushing her over the edge. Maximus cock slipped from her mouth as her head tipped back and she howled, back arching off the table and thighs clamping around Marcus' head. Marcus mouth sealed around her hole as his tongue slurped at her cum, his thumb maintaining the steady swirling pace on her clit, working her through her climax.

When the aftershocks had abated, he reluctantly pulled away. He placed a gentle kiss on each of her thighs before working his way up her body, charting his path with open mouthed kisses until he finally worked his way up to her breast, sucking a peaked nipple into his mouth. He would treasure the gasp she released for the rest of his life.

After only a few moments he felt Maximus’ grip fisting in his hair and pulling him up off Lucilla. For a panicked moment he wondered what he’d done wrong, wracking his brain for what could have triggered his friend. But before he could stammer out an apology for whatever insult he’d caused, Maximus’ lips crashed into his. The kiss was messy and desperate as Maximus asserted his dominance in his mouth, Lucilla’s moans at the sight of them drowned out by the beating of his own heart.

Maximus held him in place, hand still fisted in his hair. “Good boy,” he growled against Marcus’ lips before diving in again for another passionate kiss. When he finally released him, Marcus slumped over Lucilla’s prone body as Maximus leant down to kiss her also.

“Always taste so sweet dulcissima but you’re even sweeter from his lips,” he told her, making Marcus groan against her chest. His head was spinning at finally getting everything he’d wanted after so long convincing himself it could never be. He never wanted this night to end.

“Did he do a good job for you my sweet? Did he make you feel good?”

“He was perfect Maximus, just like you promised,” she answered, her hand coming up to caress Marcus head as he laid atop her, “and now, I need him inside of me.”

“Not here,” Marcus hummed against her chest, “you will be in a bed the first time I take you.” He pressed a hot kiss against her sternum and pushed himself up, gathering her in his arms, striding out of the room and down the hall to his chambers, no longer giving a damn if any of the slaves saw.

Placing her gently down on the bed Marcus wasted no time climbing on top of her, settling himself between her thighs as his lips captured hers in an ardent kiss. She grasped onto him tightly as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. The need she had for him was growing with every second, his weight on top of her almost enough to drive her insane. With a final peck against her lips he propped himself up on one arm, running his other hand down her body, squeezing at her tit as he went.

“So beautiful, so perfect.”

“God’s Marcus, please!”

He smirked at her begging. Ordinarily he’d tease her, rile her up to the point of desperation but he knew that would only be torture for him as well. And he’d tortured himself enough, he couldn’t wait any longer. Taking his cock in hand he pushed the fat tip inside of her, taking his time and making sure to commit every second to memory.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so tight,” he panted as he kept pushing in, testing her bodies limits as her pussy stretched around him. She moaned and clawed at his shoulders as he breached her, already in ecstasy.

He bottomed out with a primal grunt, stilling as his hips met hers, allowing her to acclimatise to his invasion of her body. Small mewls and whimpers escaped her as he leant forward and kissed along her collar bone.

“Most perfect cunt I’ve ever been inside, so warm and wet and tight. You are perfect my Lady,” he babbled, already pussy drunk just from entering her.

A sharp smack to his backside broke him from his daze, making him moan as his cock twitched deep inside her.

“Time to put that perfect cunt to use brother,” Maximus demanded, “move.”

Marcus needed no further invitation and started snapping his hips, moving straight to a hard rhythm that stole her breath and her words, throaty moans were all she could muster. Her hands fisted in the sheets, in Marcus hair, around anything she could find to try and ground herself as he threatened to send her straight to Elysium with his cock.

She rocked her hips into his, settling into his established rhythm like she was made for it. Made for him. Marcus had to fight to keep hold of himself, intending to milk this night for all it’s worth lest it be the only opportunity he ever got. He reared back onto his knees with a grunt, pulling her hips up off the bed and holding them tight as he pummelled into her, hitting that perfect spot that had stars dancing behind her eyes.

He watched as Maximus climbed onto the bed and knelt by her head, facing him. With Lucilla’s next moan Maximus pushed his cock into her mouth, holding her steady while he thrust into her, leaning forward over her body to get the right angle. Marcus closed the distance without thought, crashing his lips against Maximus’ with a feral hunger he had never felt before, his hips punching forward into Lucilla with a mind of their own.

He groaned as Maximus tongue was once again pushed into his mouth, claiming him as they both claimed her. Their rhythm settled, Marcus pushing in as Maximus pulled out, making sure she was never fully empty. They had always been a good team.

Lucilla moaned beneath them as her hand came up to play with Maximus balls and the other slipped down to rub at her clit. Marcus swiftly batted it away, desperate to claim her peak for himself. She would come by his doing and his alone. His thumb replaced her fingers, rubbing and tweaking at the swollen little bud until she keened and clenched around him.

“That’s it my Lady, cum on my cock, give it to me.”

And she did, body arching and spasming as slick gushed from her, soaking his balls and the bed. Maximus cock fell from her mouth as she screamed and he retreated to the side to watch the glorious sight of his lover coming undone for his friend.

Marcus fell back atop her, slowing his hips down to a rolling grind, working her through her climax and allowing her time to recover. He reached out and grabbed Maximus by the ass, pulling him closer to take his cock in his mouth. Maximus growled and his head dropped back in ecstasy, finally getting to live out the fantasies that had plagued him for years. He gripped Marcus by the hair and thrust mercilessly into the wet heat of his mouth, unable to hold back at the sight of Marcus’ plush lips stretched around his cock. Perfect, just like he knew it would be. He slipped deeper and deeper with every thrust until he hit the back of Marcus’ throat. The vibrations of Marcus’ filthy moan are what finally tipped Maximus over the edge, spurting hot ropes of cum straight into his mouth. The first few were swallowed down but the final few are kept in his mouth as Maximus finally retreated with a muttered, “good boy, good fucking boy.”

Marcus opened his mouth to display his prize to the man who bestowed it. It earned him another throaty growl in praise before he leant down to Lucilla and shared his spoils with her as she finally came back to herself after the mind blowing high. The kiss was messy and frantic, spit and cum leaking from around their dancing tongues.

Another smack to his ass had him pulling away with a panting moan.

“It’s your turn now Marcus,” Maximus decreed, “fuck your cum into her.”

Marcus was a good soldier, never one to disobey an order so his hips obediently picked back up their bruising pace as Lucilla clung to him, eyes rolling back in her head as the pressure began to build deep in her core once more. “Fuck, my Lady! You feel so fucking good,” Marcus groaned into the crook of her neck. He wished he could mark her. Send her back to her husband covered in him. The mind for her safety more than his own holding him back. Instead he contented himself with peppering her neck with gentle kisses as his cock pounded relentlessly into her.

“Tell me Marcus was I right?” Maximus hummed in his ear, his hand running down his back to his buttock, giving it a firm squeeze “is her pussy worth dying for?”

“Fuck yes!” Marcus yelled, “I need it again, tell me I can have you again?” he begged, his lust blown eyes locking with Lucilla’s, wide and pleading, his earlier reservations standing no chance against the power of her remarkable cunt.

“Yes, please Marcus! Give me your cum and you can have me again.”

With two more snaps of his hips Marcus came with a roar, his back arching and his head falling back on his shoulders as he pumped her full. The feel of his hot cum inside her pushed her over the edge once more and she clenched around him, fully milking his cock to the last drop.

Sated and spent he collapsed on top of her, drawing a small “oof” of surprise from her followed by a chuckle. He smiled dopily into her chest, still coming down from his high.

He didn’t move until Maximus finally guided him to roll off her onto the bed. There was an unseemly squelch as his cock pulled out of her pussy, his spend leaking out of her now she was no longer plugged. Maximus couldn’t help himself from leaning over and taking Marcus’s softening cock in his mouth. He cleaned off the mixture of cum and slick from it with his tongue before pulling off and giving the tip a little kiss, making Marcus hiss with oversensitivity.

“Delicious,” he declared before gently wiping both of them over with damp cloths and climbing into the bed beside Lucilla so she was sandwiched between them, giving her a quick kiss on the back of the neck.

“So you will do this for me Marcus? You will take care of Lucilla’s needs while I am gone? Protect her and my child.”

“I will brother. I swear it,” Marcus answered. “As long as she is willing to share you when you return.”

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