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Bona Dea - part 4

Plot: Stumbling through a dark town, general Marcus Acacius encounters the festival of Bona Dea. But what at first seems like just a pleasurable way to spend the night leaves a greater impression on him than he counted on.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

General Marcus Acacius x female reader

Warnings: Explicit smut. No use of y/n, the reader is pretty much a blank slate if you're a Roman noble lady in 2nd century Tuscany?

Word count: 7.4k

A/N: I'm back with part four of Bona Dea! Part 1, 2 and 3 are linked above. After the events of the last part, Acacius is now on his way to Rome with his domina to start planning for their new life together. I was originally thinking this would be the final part but the chapter got very long so there will be a 5th part too.

A few notes on the Latin. I think most of it is pretty self-explanatory but just in case: Carrisme - dearest or sweetest Letica - a vehicle, a litter used for carrying people Vita mea - my life Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia - Ubi tu Gaia, ego Gaius - Wherever you are, I will be

Marcus remained true to his word, he was there when you woke an hour later. The wagon had come to a stand still and he was gently caressing your cheek as he roused you from sleep with a soft whisper. 

“Carrisime, wake up. We’ve arrived at the inn, let’s get inside,” his arm was warm on your shoulder as he sat up, his cloak still wrapped around you. “Alba,” he said, his voice a bit louder, “wake up, girl, rouse yourself.” 

He held your hand as you stepped from the carriage into the courtyard of a country inn, and reached out to steady Alba as she stepped down too. 

“Cauponi,” he called, seeing the door open, “send someone to take care of the horses and the ladies’ luggage. I want to get them inside and settled as fast as possible, they’ve had a very harrowing day.” 

The guest master nodded and called over his shoulder to someone on the inside. Marcus kept his arm around you, keeping you steady on your feet, as he gestured to one of his men to help Alba. Grateful for his solid body next to yours, you ventured into the inn. A slave girl bowed low and waved you along, leading you all up the stairs to the guests’ quarters. The room she showed you too was small but comfortable, and you gratefully sank down onto the bed. Even though you’d slept in the carriage, the events of the day were catching up with you and you felt tired to the bone. Alba must’ve felt much the same, because she sat down on the bed next to you, aided by Marcus’ soldier. She gave him a grateful smile as he bowed and retreated. Marcus remained in the room, giving orders to the slave girl while you put your arm around Alba and pulled her close. She leaned her head on your shoulder and let out a deep breath. 

“You’re safe now, puella,” you soothed her quietly, “we’ll get a good night’s rest and then the general will escort us to Rome.” 

“We won’t go back home?” she asked and you shook her head. 

“Lunaris gave orders to pack up and move the household to Rome, remember? I will have to figure out what to do with it all when they arrive. But it will take them some weeks to get to Rome.” 

“Where will we stay when we get there?” she looked up at you with worried eyes and you realised you hadn’t thought of that yet. Marcus had asked you to begin a new life with him in Rome, but what did that mean? You couldn’t move in with an unmarried man, you needed a place to stay until everything had been sorted. You bit your lip as you tried to think of a solution, but Marcus came to your aid, as was becoming his habit. 

“I have a good friend, Titus Cassian Aurelius, I’ve known him almost my whole life and I trust him with everything. He’s married and lives with his wife and two children near my villa on the Palantine, you’ll both stay with him for as long as is needed while you get your affairs sorted.” 

“He won’t mind? I can rent something nearby, I don’t want to impose on him and his family,” you said as Marcus sank down next to you on the bed. 

“It was his idea, the whole thing actually, he’s a very strategic man, my most trusted advisor,” Marcus said and then chuckled quietly. 

“She’s already falling asleep again,” he nodded with a smile at Alba whose eyes had already slipped close again, “Get her to bed and come find me, I’m in the room next door. I’ve ordered them to serve dinner there,” he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your temple. 

Marcus left and you tucked in Alba, lifting her legs onto the bed and covering her with the bedding. She looked peaceful sleeping, and you suddenly felt very tired yourself. The events of the bandit’s attack had been spinning at the back of your mind since you woke up in the carriage, now they filled your head, the choked gasp that escaped Lunaris as the man slit his throat repeating in your ears. You suddenly needed Marcus to hold you, to feel his warm body wrapped around yours, just to make you feel safe. 

You tapped lightly on Marcus’ door and he quickly opened. One look at your eyes misted with tears, and he pulled you over the threshold as he closed the door, pulling you into his chest. 

“Carrisime,” he mumbled into your hair as you buried your face in his soft tunic, his warm hand coming up to cup the back of your head, his arms holding you tight, “hush, vita mea, it’s over, you’re safe now. I’ll always keep you safe, amor.” 

He stroked your back gently, slow soothing movements as your shoulders shook with each sob. All that could be heard was your whimpering, and Marcus’ softly mumbled words of comfort, reassuring you that you were safe, over and over again, until finally your breathing calmed down and your tears subsided. Marcus pulled back a little and gave you a small smile, cupping your jaw to wipe at your tear stained cheeks before he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. 

“I think you need some food, it’s been a very troublesome day. Come,” he took your hand and led you over to the table where a small dinner had been laid out. The inn was fairly simple, but Marcus’ room was clearly meant for guests of a higher status because it had the reclining seats next to the low table. With a grateful sigh you sank down on one of them and Marcus poured a cup of wine and handed it to you. 

“Here, drink slowly, and have some food, it will make you feel much better.” 

He reclined on the other seat as you gratefully sipped the wine, it wasn’t very good, but the sharp flavour of the grapes warmed you. Marcus filled a bowl with a simple stew and added some of the meat before he passed it to you. 

“Here, eat, carissime,” he said, his eyes softening as they met yours and you took the bowl, He moved his hand to carefully push a strand of hair behind your ear, “I wish we could’ve been together in some easier way, I hate to see you so upset.” 

“I’ve never felt so helpless before,” you sighed, “even when my father married me to Lunaris. I could always do something about my life, change something to make it more bearable. I had protection as his wife. But to see Lunaris pulled out of the carriage, and then the other man pulled me out, we were at their mercy and there was nothing I could do to protect myself or Alba. It felt like my world shattered when there was no one to help us. I was so helpless.”

Marcus shook his head wistfully, “I regret my plan, I should’ve taken out Lunaris myself, I never wanted to make you feel helpless. You’ve always seemed so strong, so capable, it’s what attracted me to you when we first met. Ordering me, a general, around like you’d done nothing else your whole life.” The last thing he said with a small chuckle and you smiled back at him as you swallowed down some more of the stew. 

His face grew serious again and he sighed, “I forget when I’m with the army, surrounded by soldiers, how vulnerable women’s situation can be. I forbid my soldiers from hurting any women in the cities we conquer, but I wasn’t always a general who could command his own soldiers. I’ve seen first hand how men treat women after the battle is over.”

“Do you ever think of the people who are killed in all the wars?” you asked quietly and Marcus nodded. 

“Yes, often. But when I was young, I never thought about them. To be a soldier and fight excited me, I was stronger than almost anyone, no one could beat me. And when Roman soldiers fell, I grieved the ones I called friends, but they’d had proud deaths, for the glory of Rome. They would be honoured by the gods for their sacrifice.” 

He paused and put some more stew and bread in your bowl, “Eat and drink, carissime, and then you’ll sleep well tonight.” 

You did as he said as Marcus rubbed his large palm over his face and sighed again. 

“But I’m not young any more, and now they stay with me. Both the ones I’ve killed and the ones who die on my orders. I’ve lost count of all the men I’ve sent to their deaths. Even when we win great victories, men always die on both sides. War is brutal and I find I have less stomach for it these days.” 

“And the men you killed today? Will they stay with you?” 

“Maybe, but probably not. I feel no guilt about killing them, they were bandits. Even if I hired them to attack Lunaris, they were criminals. Titus got them from the local jail, they were headed for the arena.” 

Marcus put his bowl down and took your hand, gently pulling you to your feet, “Stay with me tonight, carissime, no one will disturb us.” 

You nodded as he led you to the bed and helped you out of your sandals, removing your jewellery as you undid your hair. His hands were soft as they brushed over your skin, unwrapping you until you stood in front of him in just your stola. With a soft smile he touched his fingertips to your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw and cupping it. 

“I need to pay tribute to Bona Dea for guiding me to you, and giving me the chance of being with you for more than just one night,” his voice was low, the room very quiet except the crackling of the fire. You looked up into his eyes, warm and golden

“I want to spend all my nights with you, Marcus,” you whispered, reaching up to kiss his smiling lips as he wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss. 

“I hope you want to spend all your days with me too, carissime,” he mumbled against your mouth, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I do,” you replied, tugging him gently onto the bed and pushing back the bedding. 

Climbing into bed, getting under the covers with Marcus instead of falling into it in a frenzy of kisses and arousal, felt pivotal, even if the moment was very domestic, under strange circumstances. When Marcus wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest, you breathed a deep sigh of relief. Never had your husband made you feel this safe and content, so treasured. And despite the tumultuous events of the day, you soon fell into a deep sleep, tucked against Marcus' chest and with his arms around you. 

The next morning you woke, still wrapped in Marcus’s arms. It took you a moment to remember where you were, but at the sight of the strange room, the memories came flooding back. You turned your head to look at Marcus and found him just blinking awake, rubbing a drowsy hand over his eyes. 

“Good morning, dominus,” you smiled at him, pushing back one of the dark curls from his forehead. 

“Good morning, my domina,” he muttered, his voice heavy with sleep as he yawned wide. 

He pulled you close again, guiding your head to his chest, “It’s too early, I haven’t slept this well in many months, let’s steal some time, carissime.” 

You pressed a kiss against his chest and he grumbled low in appreciation as he closed his eyes. 

He didn’t get many minutes of extra sleep though, barely no time seemed to pass and there was a heavy knock on the door. 

“General, it’s septima hora,” a voice called. 

“Thank you, Orbius. Tell the men to prepare to march.” 

With a grumble he pushed himself up and glanced down at you, still curled up against him. 

“One more day, tonight we’ll be in Rome and we can start preparing for our lives together properly.” 

“I can’t wait, Marcus,” you replied, sitting up too. He took your chin between his thumb and finger and pulled you close, his mouth finding yours for a slow kiss. 

“One for the road,” he smiled, “Come, let’s sneak you back to your room.” 

The day in the carriage was long, but you and Alba passed the time by watching the landscape roll by and chat with Marcus who often rode next to the carriage and entertained you both with stories of his travels. With his men nearby, he couldn’t appear to be more than a casual acquaintance of your husband’s who’d just happened to rescue you from the bandits. But his smiles as he looked down at you filled you with warmth, and the mild December day seemed to hold a promise of spring as the arcadian countryside near Rome passed by.  

You’d been to Rome once before as a young woman with your father, while emperor Marcus Aurelius still ruled. But not even the vague images in your memory could prepare you for seeing the grand capital of the empire up close again. With Alba pressed to your side, you both all but hung out of the carriage window, trying to catch a glimpse of the sprawling metropolis as the Aurelian Gate drew near. The structure loomed high over you, letting a steady stream of carriages, horses and pedestrians into Rome through the imposing city wall. Alba’s eyes were wide, the walls from your own small hometown were nothing in comparison to the thick bulwark that served to protect Rome. 

The small force that had escorted you and Alba diverted to barracks at Campus Martius, and Marcus and two officers led the two carriages towards the Palantine and Titus’ villa. The Aurelian Way was wide and let the traffic pass easily as the tall buildings on either side grew more and more grand, the road beginning to snake its way up towards the crest of the hill. Soon the small party turned on to a narrower road and came to a halt in front of a gate. The sentry challenged the driver but snapped a sharp salute when he saw Marcus on horseback. 

“General Acacius, welcome back, I’ll let Cassian Aurelius know that you have arrived and send men to take care of your party.” 

“Thank you, Quintus,” Marcus replied, waving the two carriages through the gate. 

Titus Cassian Aurelius’ villa was grand on a scale you’d never seen before, your own back home was nothing by comparison. You stepped down from the carriage as Marcus swung himself from his horse. 

“My lady, it has been my pleasure to keep you safe on this journey, despite the grievous circumstances I found you in. My condolences again for the loss of your husband. I hope to see you soon again.” 

With that, he bowed low, before turning on his heel and marching with sharp steps away into the house. It stung you a little, the way he had to seem almost indifferent to you while in front of others. It would be many weeks before your husband’s affairs were put in order, to declare you a widow and make it possible for Marcus to properly wed you. Until then he would have to appear to treat you as a fleeting acquaintance in public. Perhaps he could visit Aurelius’ villa regularly, they were old friends after all, and you could see him then. Even if Marcus couldn’t treat you like his wife yet, just seeing him would be enough, at least you’d both be in the same room. 

A slave escorted Alba and you through beautifully decorated rooms and hallways until you reached two interconnected rooms in the guest quarters of the house. 

Every wall was covered by mosaics and paintings, and in alcoves and quads were fresh flowers and works of art, beautiful effigies of the gods. The two rooms assigned to you both, opened up to a walled garden, and somewhere behind the evergreens you could hear tinkling water. 

“Domina Aurelius would like to know that the villa’s bath is yours to use should you wish to refresh yourself after your journey,” the servant slave woman said as she stood by the door, waiting while you and Alba made yourself comfortable in your new lodgings. “There’s an alcove for your maid here, and the latrina is through that door.” 

“Thank you,” you replied, “a bath sounds like a wonderful idea. Could you please show us where they are and arrange for fresh clothes to be brought there?” 

The woman nodded and stepped aside to let you leave the room again. She led you to the villa’s thermae and left you to be cared for by the slave woman there. It was bliss to sink into the warm water and rinse off the dust and grime of the road. You lounged in the sunken pool while the woman worked on Alba, massaging sweet smelling olive oil into her skin and scraping it off. When your turn came, you all but fell asleep under her ministrations. The scraping of the strigil made your skin feel soft and warm and you both yawned wide as you made your way back to your rooms. But you weren’t left alone for long, there was a knock on the door and a dark haired man entered. 

He bowed low and introduced himself as the master of the house. 

“And call me Titus, please,” he said, a warm smile on his open face, “any friend of Marcu’s is a friend of mine.” 

“Thank you for letting us stay here, Titus,” you replied gratefully, “I don’t know what we’d do if it wasn’t for your generosity.” 

“It’s no trouble, the villa is big enough as you can see, and my dear wife was delighted by the idea of having some female company stay with us for a while,” he chuckled lightly, “She has no female relatives and and I have been away for a long time, she’s been running the house and taking care of our rag tag bunch of children. To have you two in the house will lift her spirits immensely.” 

The fast thrumming of bare feet could be heard from the hallway outside the door and Titus’s bright blue eyes sparkled as he turned towards the sound.

“I think you’re about to meet one of my offspring, by the sound of it, Gaius, my oldest son.” 

A boy about the age of eight tumbled through the door, a big grin on his face as his father caught him and swung him up in the air. 

“You’ll wake up the dead with all that noise, Gaius,” Titus laughed, “What’s the rush?”

“Mater said to tell you that dinner will be served any moment and you should bring our guests into the dining hall.” 

“Then we best do as she commands, and not upset the cook by letting his food grow cold,” Titus set Gaius down on the floor and extended his arm to you, “Please, domina, let me escort you, Gaius, show some good manners and escort Alba.” 

Titus' friendly manner and easy laugh made you feel comfortable in his company almost straight away. And the fact that he was Marcus’ most trusted advisor further warmed you to him. You knew he knew about you and Marcus, he was the one who’d fashioned the plan for the ambush after all, and he seemed to have accepted Marcus’ words about you without any hesitation or doubt. You accepted his arm with a smile to match his and let him lead you out into the hallway. As you walked, Titus bent his head to yours and whispered. 

“My wife and children don’t know about you and Marcus, I’ve kept it from them to make the secret easier to contain. But my wife is a very perceptive and clever woman, she might guess your attachment anyway.”

“Marcus said he trusts you with his life, does that extend to your wife?” you asked, wondering silently how you’d keep your eyes from wandering to Marcus as soon as he was near. 

“It does, he’s known her for as long as I have and she is a good friend of his too. In fact, I’ve often wished for him to find a woman to marry to equal her. She is my eternal pillar, I truly do not know how I’d go through life without her by my side,” Titus replied with a soft smile. He glanced over his shoulder, Gaius was chattering away to Alba who was laughing at his excitement about the new horse that had just arrived. 

“I’m looking forward to meeting her, she sounds like a remarkable woman,” you said, “And Marcus is lucky to have such good friends, I really can’t thank you enough for your help.” 

“Marcus and I have known each other since we were boys, he’s saved my life countless times and we’ve been through many campaigns together. He is a great man and I’m proud to call him my friend.” Titus' emotions were clear on his face as he turned a corner and led you through a set of wide double doors into the dining hall, “I have never seen him so affected by a woman before, as he was when he returned to the camp after meeting you. If I can help him find the same happiness I have with my Antonia, I’ll do whatever he needs.” 

Titus gave your arm a gentle squeeze before he held out his hand towards the woman who was walking across the room. 

“Domina Lunaris, please meet my darling wife, Antonia Cassius Aurelius.” 

The tall woman’s dark skin gleamed under the light of the oil lamps as she smiled at you. Her jet black hair matched that of her husband and her son, but while theirs was cut short and neat, her tight curls were piled high on her head and fastened with gold combs. 

“Domina Lunaris, we’re honoured to have you and your cousin as our guests,” she embraced you warmly, taking you off guard with her fondness, “I heard of the attack and how General Acacius came to your rescue, what an ordeal! I’m so glad he was there, and please know that you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need.” 

“Domina Aurelius, we are very grateful for your hospitality, and for General Acacius' aid, we can’t thank you enough.” 

“Domina.” 

The low voice was very familiar by now, and a frill of excitement shot through you as you turned to Marcus who had appeared behind Antonia. He bowed low as Antonia stepped back to give him space to greet you. He was out of his armour and wearing a dark green tunic, foregoing the cumbersome toga. His dark curls looked damp and you guessed he’d been to a thermae too, maybe the one in his own villa before returning here. He looked wonderfully informal, you thought, relaxed, as if he’d left the general at home, or with the soldiers, and come only as Marcus. 

“General,” you replied, curtsied low to him, catching his smile just as you dropped your gaze to the floor, the perfect image of a deferential lady greeting a celebrated Roman officer. “Thank you again for all your aid and for arranging for us to stay here, we’re very grateful.” 

“It has been my pleasure, Domina Lunaris,” he replied, taking your hand and leading you to the table. It was an informal setting, all of you reclining around the same table, even the children were allowed, and you smiled as you watched Gaius bow deeply to Alba as he showed her to her accubitum. 

Titus reclined next to you with Antonia to your other side, Marcus was opposite with Alba next to him. You could feel Marcus’ eyes on you from the moment you reclined on the accubitum, warm and smiling, as the servants brought out the food and wine. It took all you had to not look back at him and smile like a fool, instead you raised your glass in toast as Titus formally greeted Alba and you to their family home. 

“To new friends and new beginnings,” he smiled at you both. You met Marcus’ eyes over the brim of your glass as you sipped the wine, and he winked back at you with a grin. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud, he was clearly giving no care to letting Antonia see his intentions. Already you could sense her curiosity as she took a platter from a servant and offered you the first bites. 

She said nothing about Marcus’ behaviour throughout the dinner, instead the conversation flowed easily around the things Marcus and her husband had seen during their latest campaign. The two men shared stories that made you all laugh, the children giggling as Titus gave a very accurate impersonation of a grumpy Marcus at the end of a very wet and muddy march. You glanced over at the usually so stern general, and found him laughing along with the children as his old friend poked fun at him. Seeing him surrounded by the people who must mean most to him, warmed your heart, and as he turned his gaze on you and smiled, you returned his affectionate look. 

As dinner wound down, Antonia sent the children to bed, and led you all to a smaller, informal room with comfortable accubita filled with pillows, the floor lined with thick rugs to ward off the cold December night. You sat down on one of the recliners, putting a pillow behind your back, but before you could lay down on your side, Marcus sat down next to you, his hand on the small of your back. 

“I’m tired of pretending,” he mumbled, “When the servants have left, I would like to tell Antonia too.” 

“I don’t think she’ll be very surprised,” you smiled at him, “we are terrible at hiding our secret.” 

Marcus gave a soft laugh and glanced over at Antonia who was speaking to a servant. They left an amphora of wine and cups on a small table, and left, leaving the five of you alone in the room. As she turned to the room and came to sit next to her husband, she raised an eyebrow with a smile as she saw how closely Marcus was sitting to you. 

“Something you wish to tell me, Marcus?” she asked, and he chuckled as Titus laughed. 

“It could not have been more obvious if Cupid had stood behind you shooting arrows,” he grinned at you both. 

You felt Marcus shift next to you, his arm sliding more firmly around your waist, and you looked back at him, not bothering to hide the infatuated smile you knew was spreading across your features. 

“Nothing gets past you, Antonia,” he replied, pulling his gaze from you and smiling at her, “It seems Cupid has indeed done me a great favour, and thanks to the protection of the gods and the wit of your husband, I’ve managed to lure her to Rome to be my wife.” 

Antonia’s smile widened and she slapped her husband’s shoulder, “You cur! I knew something was brewing and you told me nothing!” 

“Don’t blame your husband,” Marcus said, “We do need to be careful and keep our commitment to ourselves until the affairs of Lunaris are settled. But as soon as possible, we’ll make an official announcement and be married.” 

“Oh, Marcus, I’m so happy for you!” Antonia rose to her feet and crossed the room, bending down and placing kisses on both his cheeks before she did the same to you, “I’ve wanted love and happiness for you for so many years, I’m so glad you’ve finally found your match.” 

“Thank you, Antonia,” you said, “Now you understand even more why I’m so very grateful to you and your husband for letting me stay with you until all is settled.” 

“For as long as you wish, dear friend,” Antonia assured you, “We’ll be like sisters, after all, Marcus is my brother in all but name.” 

Titus brought forward the cups after that, raising his glass, “Another toast then, to love this time, and to new families.” 

You all drank to that, and Marcus placed a warm kiss on your cheek as he put his cup down. 

“Amor,” he whispered, “Soon I’ll bring you home, and I vow to be the most loving husband Rome has ever seen, nothing will keep me from your side again.” 

When the party finally broke up late at night, you walked with Marcus to his letica while Alba retreated to your rooms, giving you a few moments alone with him. Out of sight from his household guards, he pulled you close by the entrance to Titus’ villa and kissed you deeply.

“I have business to attend to tomorrow, but I will come for dinner tomorrow night again,” he whispered after a long, lingering kiss. 

“I’m counting the days until we can sleep in the same bed again, until I can be properly yours,” you said, leaning your cheek against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. 

“Same, carissime,” he replied, “but know that I’m already yours, you need no law to tell you that. I’ve been yours since the night of Bona Dea,” he tilted your head up with his calloused fingers and kissed you again until you both broke apart, breathless. 

“You make me feel like a young man struck dumb by Cupid’s arrows,” he chuckled, “I really should go, my household will wonder why their master returns from a long campaign only to stay out all night again.” 

“Until tomorrow, Marcus,” you smiled, pressing a final kiss to his cheek. 

The next few weeks fell into a routine, during the days Alba and you would help Antonia with the household, visit her friends and be introduced to her circles of Roman life. In the evenings, almost all of them, Marcus would come for dinner and you would be able to steal a few moments with him alone. You would find a secluded corner of the garden if it was not too cold, he’d wrap his cloak around you as you sat on his lap, cocooned in his warmth. Then you’d let him know if there had been any updates on your husband’s affairs, the slow process to declare you a widow and let you inherit his small fortune. Unsurprisingly your father had tried insisting on you returning to your home town, but you had refused to respond to his letters on that topic. 

These quiet moments with Marcus were the best of your whole day. As much as you enjoyed spending time with Alba and Antonia, seeing Marcus’ face as he arrived at the villa and smiled at you, taking his hand in yours and sneaking off, those were the moments that lived in your heart for the hours when he wasn’t around. 

When your time together was up and you had to return to the others, your lips were always swollen from his kisses, and the imprints of his hands had left warm marks all over your body. Like guilty, giggling school children, you’d sneak back into the dining room or the reception room, cheeks heating up as Titus’ teased you both. 

But then finally came the day you’d been waiting for; the messenger arrived with the documents, stamped with the official mark of your hometown, your husband’s estate was now yours, the assets en route to Rome and you, legally a widow. 

You told Marcus as you sat wrapped together under his cloak on one of the garden benches, and he cupped your face between his big hands and kissed you deeply as the cloak slipped off him. When his lips left yours, he leaned his head against your forehead and closed his eyes for a few moments before he pulled back and looked at you. 

“Carrisime, I never formally asked you to be my wife, even though you know that I wish for nothing else. But now I can finally honour traditions and give you my ring.” 

From the pouch on his belt he took a small package and carefully unwrapped it. The polished gold glimmered in the light as he held it out to you. 

“My hand is joined with yours,” he said, as you took the ring and saw the two hands that embellished the ring, “If you’ll have me.” The last thing he said with a mischievous tone and you looked up at him with a smile, he knew there was no doubt in you, you were his as much as he was yours. Without a word you held out the ring to him to put on your finger, the fourth of your left hand, where the vein that ran to your heart began. 

“Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia,” you whispered as he slipped it on and he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers. 

“Ubi tu Gaia, ego Gaius”. 

The wedding vows spoken between you in the quiet garden would need to be repeated in front of a priest, with all the ceremony required to legally make you his wife. But as far as Marcus was concerned, he was now your husband. And in the eyes of Rome, the ring on your finger now marked you as his, and he would fight anyone who tried to say otherwise. His lips left your hand and moved to your lips as he pulled the cloak around you both again, wrapping it and his arms around you as he deepened the kiss. The ring felt light on your finger, the cool metal a constant reminder that you had left behind your old life, and could now walk through Rome as Marcus Acacius betrothed. 

You were very late for dinner that evening, but the news of your formal status as widow and the new ring on your finger, stole all the attention away from any concerns of cold food and irritated cooks. 

The very next day Marcus began to plan for the ceremony and feast that would make you his wife. Tradition held that a widow should wait ten months before marrying again, but since no one here knew you or Lunaris, it was decided that tradition could be ignored Your father was also left out of the planning, he’d controlled the choice of your first husband, you were determined he would have nothing to do with your second marriage. 

“It will be just you and me and Titus’ family,” Marcus promised, “We’ll keep the ceremonies so that we don’t anger the gods, but to hell with anyone else.” He’d brought you the knot of Hercules for your wedding day clothes and smiled as you traced your fingers over the decorations in the belt. 

“I think I may have untied the knot a bit too early,” he chuckled, coming up behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“I remember my first wedding night,” you said, and Marcus tightened his arms around your waist at the grim tone of your voice, “I was scared, I’d been told it would hurt, and I was trembling when I lay in bed with him. He untied the knot and told me to take off my tunic and then he just tried to push himself in. I cried and he told me that it proved that I was a virgin.” 

“He was a fool,” Marcus said, his tone soothing as he pulled you closer to his chest, his warm body and presence calming you and reminding you that your next wedding night would be very different, “A groom should have experience of the other sex so that he can show his wife how to enjoy married life, it should be a pleasure for both husband and wife.” 

“Oh Lunaris wanted it to be a pleasure alright, he would lecture me when he couldn’t get hard, tell me it was my fault. But not once did he think to make me feel pleasure too. I doubt he’d be able to though, that man could barely find the right hole to stick his cock in.” 

Marcus chuckled softly behind you, his hand closing around yours, still holding the Hercules’ knot belt. 

“Don’t think about him, and don’t think about your first wedding day anymore. This one will only be about us, I want us to have happy memories, and I want you to think about how many times I will make you cry my name in pleasure when I finally get to untie this belt and make you my wife.” 

His words filled you with heat, and you leaned your head back against his shoulder as you reached up and cupped his cheek. 

“Can we find a secluded spot in this villa for just a few minutes?” you mumbled, pressing your lips to the warm skin of his neck. 

“Carissime,” he growled, his voice suddenly low and hungry as his hands tightened on your hips, “you have no idea what a hold you have on me.” 

You smiled against his throat and let your tongue taste the pebbled skin, tasting the salt and musk of him as he took a deep breath, his fingers digging into your flesh. 

“Show me,” you muttered quietly, grazing your teeth over his neck, moving up as far as you could, nipping at the thin skin under his ear. Marcus was gritting his teeth, you could feel it under your lips as you continued to press wet kisses over his throat, his jaw, and you inhaled his warm scent. 

He suddenly pulled away from you, taking a few long strides to the door of the room, closing it firmly, and turning the lock. 

“Here,” he said, his voice low and desirous, coming back to you and pulling you close again, “Here will do if we’re quiet and quick.” 

You nodded and shoved aside the white tunic and belt on the table just as Marcus took hold of your waist and pressed himself against your back. 

“How do you want me?” he murmured, his mouth now at your throat, “from behind like the first night, or up on this table like when I showed that fool Lunaris how I make you scream my name?” Marcus’ control was slipping, he could feel his member rapidly growing hard as he grinded against your soft body, his hands pulling you closer as he marked your throat with his teeth. His mind was buzzing, blood flowing in only one direction and it was almost painful how quickly his cock filled. He groaned into your neck again, rutting against your ass like a dog in heat. It had been over a month since he last had you to himself and now he wanted nothing more than to sink himself into your cunt and feel that addictive heat again. 

You couldn’t respond, just moan as his hands began to slide under your stola, his mouth hot against your skin. His fingers wasted no time in pushing aside your undergarments, sliding into your wet folds, growling against your neck at finding you so ready for him. 

“Marcus…” you pleaded, arching your back and urging him to push deeper in as he curled his fingers and began stroking your insides. He could feel you dripping over him and his cock twitched, pressed up against your soft curves. 

“I think you’re ready for me,” he panted, driving his fingers deeper in as you moaned a little bit louder. He swiftly covered your mouth with his other hand, “Quiet, carissime, quiet, my greedy domina,” he chuckled into your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. His fingers slipped out of your wet cunt and you gasped under his palm in anticipation as you felt him reach for his cock. 

“Lean forward for me,” he mumbled, gently pushing you over the table. The cool air of the room chilled your skin as he lifted your stola over your hips, but the warmth of his hands as he kneaded the flesh of your behind shot new heat through you. Soon you felt the weight of him over your back as he leaned forward and pressed kisses to your shoulders, his hand guiding his cock through your folds, your arousal spreading over him as he groaned above you. 

When he breached your tight opening, you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out his name, and Marcus hissed, cursing low under his breath. His fingers dug into your hips as he pushed in, rocking his hips back and forth to slide himself deeper into your tight cunt. He was growling, a low rumble in his chest, and you felt him pull you back onto his cock, filling you all the way up as he bottomed out. His fingers moved between your legs and found the swollen pearl at the apex, circling his thumb around it. Your response made him press himself firmer against your backside, feeling you contract around him as you moaned under his hand. Choking back a groan he increased the pace, driving deep with each thrust, your grip on his cock was hurrying him towards his own finish and he suddenly moved his hand from your mouth to your waist. 

“Domina…” he panted against you as he pulled you up, making you arch your back against his chest, “I can’t hold on much longer, let me feel you come with me.” 

His fingers were matching the fast rhythm of his hips and the new angle hit a new spot inside you, making you squeeze your eyes shut as your body felt like it was about to combust. 

You could only groan in response, reaching back and tugging at the curls at his neck, pulling his mouth yours to stifle your cries. Your legs seemed to lose all control as you came, Marcus' arm holding you up as he continued to caress your clit and drive his cock up into your spasming cunt. He was groaning into your mouth, his hips erratic as he felt his cock release deep into you, thrusting hard, pushing in as he lost all other thoughts, only your mouth against his and the wet, tight heat of your cunt filled his mind. 

You seemed to come back to your senses faster than Marcus, your legs finding their strength again even though they felt unsteady. Marcus still had a firm grip on your body, his hand slipped from your wet folds to hold onto your hip. He rested his head against your shoulder, taking deep breaths as he drove his softening cock in and out of your cunt a few more times to milk it all out. With a long, shuddering exhale he finally stilled his movements and released his tight grip. 

“Are you still with me, old man?” you teased him lightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Hush, domina,” he chuckled, “don’t mock your ageing soon-to-be husband, you will need to take care of me when I can’t fuck you like this anymore.” 

You giggled as he swatted your behind and kissed him again. He gave a satisfied grumble as he pulled you tight against him. 

“We should probably clean up and be seen in public soon,” you said, “before we raise even more suspicions.” You could feel him dripping out of you as his soft cock slipped out, and he nodded against your back. 

“I can’t wait to have you in my own villa, no one else around, send away the servants, lock the doors, and then we can do this all day,” he said, “I’m making good on my promise from when we first met, when I’m your husband I’m keeping you in my bed, day and night,” he pulled down your stola and smoothed it out, squeezing your behind at the same time, “I do believe you called me your magnus concubinus, I have every intention of living up to that title. 

There was a sudden knock on the door, just as you pulled him in to kiss the wicked smile he’d given you, and you had to end it far too soon. 

“Only a few more days,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek instead, before you went to answer the door.

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"The Perfect Moment" I Jack Drury

Jack Drury finds himself in Italy during the summer off-season with you, his girlfriend, where he is struggling to find the perfect moment to propose.

Warnings & tropes: no warnings, engagement, boyfriend!jack - fiancé!jack

Author's Note: What’s up, buttercups! In this seventh one-shot of the BirthdayFestivalChallenge, Jack is searching for the perfect moment—even though every moment with him is just perfect enough! Hope you enjoy it! 🌟

Word count: 1.1K

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Jack Drury stood on the balcony of your rented villa, gazing out over the rolling hills of Tuscany, which were now bathed in the golden light of a perfect Italian sunset. The landscape stretched before him like a painting, with vineyards, olive groves, and cypress trees lining the horizon. The air was warm, carrying the scents of wild rosemary and freshly baked bread, mingled with the faint saltiness of the distant Mediterranean breeze. From the village below, the hum of laughter drifted up, accompanied by the soft strumming of a guitar, giving the evening a serenade-like quality.

Italy in the summer—it was everything Jack had imagined, and somehow even more. The trip had been perfect in every way, except for the one thing that still weighed heavily on his mind: he hadn’t yet proposed.

As he stood there, trying to take it all in, a knot of anxiety tightened in his chest. He had planned this trip for months, meticulously crafting it to be the perfect backdrop for the proposal he had been dreaming of for so long. He knew it was going to be here, in this breathtaking country, that he’d ask you to be with him forever.

The ring had been tucked away in his suitcase since you both arrived, hidden in the same pocket, waiting for the moment. Every cobblestone street you walked down together, every café you sat at sipping espresso, every sunset you watched from a cliffside—all of them felt like they could have been the one. But every time, something held him back. Was it the right time? Was this the right place? What if it wasn’t perfect?

Jack glanced over at you. You were sitting just a few feet away on the balcony, your legs curled beneath you in the wicker chair, utterly absorbed in a book. The soft light of the evening illuminated your face, and the warm breeze played with your hair, causing you to tuck a loose strand behind your ear. You sipped your glass of Chianti with a peaceful smile, completely at ease. How are you so calm, while I’m a nervous wreck? he thought.

His heart swelled with love, but the fear of not getting the proposal exactly right had kept him on edge for days. He had pictured this moment so many times, but now that it was here, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had to make it perfect—for you, for them.

Tonight, though, he decided it had to happen. You’d already been in Italy for a week, exploring the Cinque Terre, getting lost in the art and magic of Florence, and winding through the countryside on your Vespa. It had been the most romantic week of his life, and yet he had hesitated every day. He was done hesitating.

"Jack?" your voice broke through his thoughts, soft and warm, pulling him back to the present. You’d closed your book and were watching him with a curious expression. "Are you alright?"

He gave you a smile, but even he could feel the nervous energy behind it. "Yeah… I’m good. Just thinking."

You stood up from your chair, walking over to join him at the balcony’s edge. Leaning against the old stone railing, you looked out at the glowing horizon. "This place," you sighed, your voice full of awe, "it’s like a dream. I don’t ever want to leave."

Jack let out a small chuckle. "Me neither." His hand slipped instinctively into his pocket, where his fingers brushed against the small velvet box. His heart raced.

This is it, he thought. The sun was sinking lower, casting a beautiful palette of pink and orange across the sky, and the entire world seemed to have paused for the two of you. The soft toll of church bells echoed from the village below, mixing with the sounds of nature settling into the evening.

"Hey," Jack said, his voice catching slightly as he turned toward you. You glanced up, eyebrows raised, your eyes filled with warmth and curiosity. You had no idea of the internal battle he was fighting.

"What is it?" you asked, a gentle smile on your lips, sensing his nerves.

He took a deep breath, feeling the small velvet box in his pocket. His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it. Slowly, he pulled the ring from his pocket and held it behind his back for a moment. "There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time."

Your eyes widened slightly, a knowing smile starting to form. "Jack… what’s going on?"

He felt the adrenaline surge as he dropped to one knee, the small box now in full view. Your hand flew to your mouth, your eyes glistening with surprise and emotion as you realised what was happening.

"Being here with you, in this beautiful place… it’s made me realise something important," Jack began, his voice stronger now. "It doesn’t matter where we are, as long as I’m with you. I’ve known for a long time that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I can’t think of a better moment than right now to ask you…"

He opened the box, revealing the ring that had been tucked away, just waiting for this moment. "Will you marry me?"

For a moment, everything stilled. You stared at him, tears welling up in your eyes, your hands trembling as they slowly lowered from your face. The scent of lavender from the garden below filled the air, mingling with the distant hum of cicadas, the soft chatter from the village, and the distant buzz of a Vespa winding its way up the hill.

And then, a radiant smile spread across your face, lighting up the moment more than the sunset ever could. You nodded, unable to speak at first.

"Yes," you finally whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Yes, Jack. A thousand times, yes."

Jack felt a flood of relief and happiness wash over him as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Standing, he pulled you into his arms, and you kissed him, your lips warm and full of love. It was more perfect than any sunset, more magical than any Italian countryside scene he could’ve imagined.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the world seemed to blur around you. The nerves, the second-guessing, the fear of not finding the right moment—all of it disappeared. The truth was, there had never been a perfect moment to propose.

Until now.

With the sun sinking behind you, casting a final golden glow over the Tuscan hills, Jack realised this—this love, this life, this us—was the perfect moment he had been waiting for all along.

[katareyoudrilling]

Couples Getaway, Part 3 (Kinktober: Partner Swapping)

Series: Couples Getaway

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader, Dave York x Carol

Summary: This year, you vacation in Tuscany and change some rules

Word count: ~2.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: partner swapping (everyone is enthusiastically consenting), voyeurism, exhibitionism, PIV, oral (m and f receiving), I’m choosing to leave a little out for the sake of the “plot,” please DM me if you have concerns, but I think you’ll be ok

A/N:  When I saw “Partner swapping” on @flightlessangelwings kinktober prompt list for today – my wedding anniversary lol – I just knew that I had to revisit these four.  Happy anniversary @drillingkat, I hope you like this one as much as the other 2 ;-)  This probably could be read standalone, but would be better enjoyed if you’ve read the first two parts linked below.  Enjoy!

Series Masterlist  -  Part 1 (1.5k)  -  Part 2 (2.3k)

Main Masterlist

Taglist – link in my bio

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You awake and stretch your body dreamily on the bed.  You smile contentedly to yourself as you take in your surroundings.  To one side, the view of the Tuscan hillside greets you through the doors of your veranda.  Rolling hills dotted with distinctive Italian cypress trees stretch as far as you can see.

On your other side, Marcus stirs and rolls away from you – one long, muscular leg stretching over the duvet.  Your gaze lingers on his tousled brown hair… the expanse of his back… the dip at the top of his bottom as it disappears under the covers.  You’re tempted to run your fingers down his spine just to watch goosebumps rise across his golden skin or slip your hand over the curve of his waist and wake him up hard and wanting.

But that’s when you hear them.

The now familiar sound of Dave and Carol fucking wafts in through the open doors along with the Italian breeze.

You swing your legs off the side and pad out onto your veranda.

Dave and Carol are on a lounge chair by the pool below you – naked and gleaming in the sun.

Beautiful.

You lean against the wrought iron railing to get a better view. The warmth of the morning sun heats your bare skin as arousal builds in your core.

In past years on this trip, the sexual escapades took place behind closed doors… except for the one night when you swapped partners.

Sure, you heard Dave and Carol fucking in their room, and they heard you and Marcus.  No one made any effort to quiet down.  You all readily admitted to how arousing it was.

This year, the four of you had decided to drop that barrier.  In your rented Tuscan villa, no room was off limits. No audience was discouraged.  It was wanton.  Hedonistic.  Fucking HOT.

You are caught up watching Dave and Carol’s lithe bodies tangle with each other, so don’t notice Marcus behind you until he slides his hands around your middle and kisses your neck.

You moan and lean into him.  His cock is already hard, nudging against your bare ass.  Pajamas have no place here.

“How nice of them to wake us up with a show,” Marcus mumbles low in your ear as his hands move upward to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples.

“Best alarm clock ever,” you whimper as one of his hands drops between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans against you as he kisses down your spine, bending you forward to grip the railing in front of you so he can slide into your soaked pussy.

You gasp at the stretch, so delicious without any prep.  Marcus swears as he bottoms out, gripping your hips tightly as you flutter around him.

He fucks you slowly, making sure you feel every ridge and vein of him drag against your walls.  You press back into him with every stroke, chasing friction as Dave and Carol reach a crescendo by the pool.

It doesn’t take long before Marcus’s powerful thrusts have you at the edge of orgasm.  You hear Carol come and follow quickly after her.  Marcus shudders to his climax behind you.

You stand and lean back against Marcus.  He pulls you into his broad chest as you catch your breath.

A quick morning fuck has only given you a little relief from the fire pooling in your belly.  A fire that has been steadily growing as this trip approached.

This year, it is up to you and Carol to initiate the partner swap and your men have no idea what’s in store for them.

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The four of you tumble, laughing, out of the hired car in front of your rented villa.  You and Carol had vowed to make sure the group didn’t go past tipsy on your wine tasting tour, but you certainly flirted with that line, as evidenced by Marcus and Dave bowled over with laughter and bumping into each other as they make their way up the steps and inside.  You don’t want anyone to be drunk, but a little liquid courage might be needed tonight.

You follow them in, rolling your eyes at Carol over your husbands’ antics.  The two men are so different, yet so alike in many ways.  You slip out of your sandals and walk barefoot across the cool stone floor admiring the view of the setting sun out the window.  The beauty of this place will never stop taking your breath away.

The owners managed to preserve the villa’s old-world charm – stone floors, wood beamed ceilings, creeping vines – while adding in modern conveniences – luxurious bathrooms, a gorgeous pool, a plush sitting room.  You head to the sitting room now.

Tonight is the night you and Carol have been planning.

Marcus tries to pull you down after him as you direct him towards the couch.  He’s been predictably handsy all afternoon.  The man loves you in a sundress.

You don’t allow him to pull you onto his lap.  Instead, you stand between his legs and take his face in your hands.

“You good?” you ask, looking deeply into his chocolate brown eyes and… he knows.  The haze of wine and sunshine that had been clouding his vision burns off in an instant and is replaced with a sparkle of excitement.

“Yes,” he replies enthusiastically.  You press a lingering kiss to his lips.  A promise that you are his and he is yours.

You pull back and see that Carol is also stepping away from Dave.  The two of you stand side by side facing the men on the couch.  It reminds you of that first night in the pool two years ago – you and Carol facing your men, about to change the group dynamics forever.

Adrenaline courses through your body – tingling from your toes to your fingertips.  The rush makes you dizzy.

Dave rests his elbows on his knees, eager and intense.  His dark gaze sweeps over you and you shiver despite the warmth of the evening.  Marcus sits up straight and excited at the edge of the couch, like a golden retriever waiting to be told he can have his treat.

You and Carol glance knowingly at each other, suppressing the excited giggles that threaten to bubble up.

You both begin undressing – shedding sundresses, bras, and underwear.  The men wait at attention for their instructions.

Once you’re standing fully naked in front of them, basking in their lustful gazes, you and Carol turn towards each other.

Carol reaches for your arm…

You tuck her hair behind her ear…

She presses her lips to your neck…

“Oh my god,” you hear Marcus’s strangled exclamation.

“Fuck yes,” Dave hisses beside him.

No one ever said which partners were swapping.

Arousal tingles across your skin.  Your nipples are already incredibly hard when Carol closes her soft lips around one.  You throw back your head and moan.  Her hand travels down to your mound and you wobble unsteadily on your feet as blood rushes from your head.

She guides you back gently to a chair and encourages you to sit.  Your eyes flicker open.

Dave stands before a still seated Marcus.  He has taken off his shirt and his pants hang open and low on his hips.  You can’t hear what he’s saying over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.  Marcus stares up at him entranced as he unbuttons his shirt.

Marcus nods.

Dave lowers himself to his knees.

Your cunt clenches.

You know Dave has been with other men and Carol with other women.  They both speak freely about it.  You and Marcus haven’t had the opportunity to explore those desires yourselves, having only discovered your adventurous sexual sides since you’ve been together.  You were both pretty vanilla when you met, but as the trust has grown between you, you’ve been able to indulge each other’s curiosity.  It has only brought you closer together.

Carol pulls your nipple back into her mouth as she brushes her thumb over your clit.  Just the tiniest of touches sends spasms of pleasure through your body.  You have been so worked up thinking about tonight that you’re already on the edge of orgasm.

You manage to open your eyes as she sinks a finger into your fluttering heat.  You want to see what the men are doing.

Marcus grips the couch cushion, panting, as Dave stokes lightly up and down Marcus’s long shaft.  He then lowers his head and takes Marcus’s cock in his mouth.

You clamp down on Carols’ fingers as your orgasm crashes into you.

“That was too easy,” Carol teases as she strokes you through it.  She watches her fingers disappearing into you and licks her lips.  You swear as she presses her tongue to your still pulsing clit.

Carol reduces you to a puddle of need with her tongue and fingers.  Marcus’s moans and the low rumble of Dave’s praises provide a swirling backdrop of need as you edge closer and closer to another climax.

When it does come, you surrender fully to the pulsing and throbbing of your core.

Shuffling sounds from the couch bring your back to yourself.  Dave stands fully naked in front of Marcus now, cock bobbing between his legs.  He runs his fingers through Marcus’s hair as Marcus looks up at him with puppy dog eyes.  He is once again a golden retriever waiting for his treat.

You watch transfixed as Marcus grips Dave’s hips, his thick fingers digging into Dave’s muscular ass.  Marcus drags his mouth the length of Dave’s thick cock before taking him inside.  Dave hisses and rocks his hips forward.

They’re so beautiful that you hate to look away – Michelangelo would have been inspired – but Carol has been so generous with you, and you want to return the favor.  You climb off your chair and direct her to lay back on the plush rug.

You run your fingers down her body, teasing her nipples, feeling your own tighten in response.  You swirl your tongue around the pretty pink peaks, sucking gently, then harder as she responds to you.

You taste your way down to her pussy, already glistening with arousal.  This is a new experience for you and you want to get it right.  Circle, press, suck… you find your rhythm and lose yourself kneeling between her legs, living for the sounds she makes and the way she rolls her hips.  

You startle when big, warm hands grip your uplifted hips.  The men have joined you on the rug.  Marcus is behind you, caressing your ass, looking both blissed out and desperate.

“Don’t stop,” Dave instructs from his position near Carol’s head.  “Make my wife come.  You’re doing so well, isn’t she baby?”  He caresses her face, and she nods.

“Let me suck your cock while I come,” Carol whimpers.  Dave positions himself so that she can take his weeping cock in her mouth.  She moans and he swears under his breath.

The desire to wreck Carol the way she wrecked you burns low in your belly as you resume your ministrations.  Marcus slides deep into your pussy and you whine against Carol’s wet folds.

He thrusts into you deep and slow, building friction gradually as you focus on Carol’s pleasure.  The debauchery of it all stokes the fire in your core.  The four of you reduced to tangle of limbs and primal urges.  Your very own bacchanal.

Soon, Carol is shuddering beneath you, crying out around Dave’s cock.

Marcus pulls you up and back against him, ramming himself faster into your wet heat.  You twist around to face him, pounding hearts touching, friction building, and dive in for a kiss.  The four of you mingle on your tongues.

It’s frantic and desperate.  Your bodies so familiar to each other, so good at finding the perfect angle and rhythm.  You drive each other higher, gripping hips and shoulders, searching for your release.

You reach your peaks together as Marcus babbles thank yous into your skin.

Thank you for helping him explore…

Thank you for trusting him…

Thank you for taking a risk…

Thank you for loving him…

Thank you for being his…

The world around you disappears as you look into the eyes of your husband – blissed out and adoring.  You trace over his gorgeous features with your fingers.  His angular nose, his sharp jaw, his swollen lips.  You’ll make plans for next year soon.  The four of you will travel somewhere exciting and have a week of glorious sex, but until then, Marcus is only yours and you are only his.

You couldn’t be happier.

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Hi, Rae! What would your dream vacation be? Including who would be there and what you would do.

Hi K! Great question!!

I think I’d make like Dan Levy and rent a villa in Tuscany for a month and then rotate different groups of friends/family through to just eat delicious food and drink great wine in a beautiful location.

Last year (I think? Maybe it was the year before I can’t remember now), @welcometololaland and @three-drink-amy were in Europe at the same time and they got to meet each other and also a group of our other RWRB pals (@clottedcreamfudge @indomitable-love @everwitch-magiks @dustratcentral @athousandrooms) and I was so jealous that they were all together that I cried 😅 anyway, they’re all coming to the villa for at least a week and I’m bringing @celeritas2997 too.

And then I’d fly my friends over for another week of no kids and no responsibilities- we went away for a weekend together as a group earlier this year for the first time in years (all of our kids were finally old enough to not be breastfeeding/otherwise able to be left with their other parent for a few days) and it was just SO good for my soul to have more than a few hours with them at a time 🥰

After that my family can come - including my mum because I need her to babysit 😂

Thanks for letting me daydream a little this Thursday morning, K! 💖

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location: tuscany villa

starter for: tyler brooks and felix ranstrom @manybcdthings

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Tyler hears it all, his life spent tuned to wolf senses from the moment he triggered his first shift. Always high alert at home to hear when his father was drunk, or his mother, or when his brothers and sisters were caught doing something to warrant a fight, or if he was about to be. So he hears exactly what's said when Chloe approaches Ines, he hears everything between the shifter and witch and he hears the entire show put on by a Belcourt. But his mouth stays shut, immediately recognizing the delicate balance in front of him. That's Rosie's family, and while Tyler never claims to be the sharpest tool in the shed, he isn't the dullest, either.

Once Felix leaves Chloe's side, Tyler sheepishly finds the right time to follow suit. Partially to leave the situation behind him, and partially to test the waters. And yes, these water puns keep happening when I write him and it's making me laugh. "Hey, er...is there a way to like rent a yacht or something? Figured that might be fun for a day? Oh shit, or a night party. Pretty lights and whatever." Tyler shrugs as he approaches Felix, also aware that it's the other wolf's invitation that even allows him to be here in the first place. "Not sure how that shit works, really. Renting one? Or one of you probably own one, right?" he chuckles, feeling slightly out of his depth (lmao I can't stop) as he glances over his shoulder. "That was weird." Tyler waves a weak gesture to the pool. "Kinda happened fast, right?"

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This ones a little different, but as many of your know I finally got married (after many delays due to Covid) and we got married in the Stunning City of Arezzo. We rented out a private villa for the whole wedding party and it absolutely exceeded our expectations. It was the perfect blend of authentic charm, rustic style and hosts that went above and beyond. Check out the stunning Fattoria Della Nave, with it's botanical gardens, Pool, Historic buildings, vinyard and stunning surroundings.

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Rent Villa Sartino Italy

Nestled amid the picturesque Tuscan hills, between the charming locales of Cortona and Mercatale, lies the enchanting Villa Sartino—a haven for those seeking serenity and luxury amidst breathtaking surroundings. Crafted and curated by a distinguished UK interior designer, Villa Sartino epitomizes elegance and tranquility. Its expansive interiors seamlessly blend with the vast outdoor spaces, offering a haven of unparalleled comfort and sophistication. Step into the grand kitchen/dining area, adorned with modern amenities within a setting of timeless elegance. Transition through ancient Roman capitols into the spacious hall, leading to the magnificent arched loggia, where a reclaimed oak table invites guests to indulge in culinary delights while overlooking the sprawling olive groves and the infinity pool below. Each bedroom and bathroom is a sanctuary of comfort, retaining the inherent charm of the villa. Luxurious touches abound, from the freestanding baths and walk-in showers to the antique marble accents and four-poster beds. The drawing room exudes understated grace, adorned with plush sofas and exquisite artworks, while the intimate study offers a cozy retreat. Upstairs, the galleried sitting room provides yet another inviting space to unwind and admire the panoramic views of distant castles from the terraces. Immersed within the olive groves, the infinity pool seamlessly merges with the natural landscape, offering a refreshing respite. Spread across 70 acres of fenced land, Villa Sartino ensures both the preservation of the environment and the safety of its resident wildlife, creating an idyllic backdrop for an unforgettable holiday experience. Property Details Villa Interior: Ground floor: Welcoming hall Fully-equipped kitchen with dining area and table Comfortable sitting room with TV Elegant drawing room with French doors leading to the front terrace Twin bedroom (beds can be joined) with French doors opening onto the front terrace Stylish bathroom with walk-in shower Luxurious bedroom featuring a four-poster king-size bed, French doors opening onto the front terrace, and an en-suite bathroom with shower and bathtub Convenient utility room with a washing machine First floor: Tower Room boasting a super king-size bed Inviting galleried sitting room with terrace access Family bathroom for convenience Cozy small studio with desk Spacious bedroom with a super king-size bed and en-suite bathroom with walk-in shower Comfortable twin bedroom with an en-suite bathroom featuring a tub Bedroom furnished with a king-size bed Opulent master bedroom with a four-poster king-size bed and an en-suite bathroom equipped with a bathtub and shower. Access to the upstairs terrace adds to its charm. Outside Grounds: Captivating arched loggia with a dining table seating 14 and additional sofas Heated infinity pool (6x12 meters, depth 1.20 to 2.40 meters) with an electric cover, operational from mid-May to mid-September Poolside pergola and seating area for relaxation Ground floor terrace offering scenic views Two first-floor terraces for leisurely moments Garden at the front of the property enhancing its allure Sprawling 70 acres of fenced grounds, encompassing meadows, woodland walks, and a serene lake Facilities: Wi-Fi connectivity for staying connected Air-conditioning available in all bedrooms for comfort TV for entertainment Table tennis and boules for recreation Access to a nearby tennis court, just a short drive away Washing machine for laundry needs Fans provided in each bedroom for added comfort. Niccone Valley: Nestled amidst the captivating landscapes of central Italy, the Niccone Valley serves as an idyllic gateway to explore the enchanting hill towns of both Umbria and Tuscany. Positioned roughly midway between the cultural hubs of Rome and Florence, and just north of the tranquil Lake Trasimeno, it offers easy access to a plethora of historic marvels. From the timeless allure of Cortona to the medieval charm of Gubbio, from the artistic treasures of Perugia to the spiritual ambiance of Assisi and beyond, the Niccone Valley serves as a perfect base for immersing oneself in the rich tapestry of Italian history and culture. Deruta's renowned ceramics, Montefalco's esteemed wines, and the architectural wonders of Todi and Montepulciano are all within easy reach. Named after the gentle stream that meanders through its heart, eventually merging with the Tiber River near Umbertide, the Niccone Valley straddles the border between Umbria and Tuscany. Its picturesque landscape is punctuated by the quaint towns of Lisciano Niccone and plain Niccone in Umbria, with a small section extending from Mercatale to La Mita nestled in Tuscany. A scenic country road, route 416, winds its way through the valley, mirroring the course of the stream. Steeped in history, the valley bears witness to its strategic importance through the centuries, as evidenced by the imposing castles that crown the hilltops, standing sentinel from both sides of the border. Today, the fertile plains are adorned with a patchwork of crops, including winter wheat, sunflowers, maize, tobacco, alfalfa, and vegetables. Verdant vineyards and silvery olive groves grace the slopes, while lush forests clothe the surrounding hills in myriad shades of green. Life in the Niccone Valley remains closely intertwined with the rhythms of nature, as farmers tend to their fields and orchards, while towns along the road offer essential supplies and local delights. Immerse yourself in the authentic Italian lifestyle, with a range of services included in your rental experience, from the attentive house manager to exclusive access to a tennis court. - Your stay includes the dedicated services of a House Manager, ensuring your every need is met seamlessly. Enjoy the luxury of exclusive access to a private tennis court during your stay. - Indulge in the comfort of daily maid service, providing four hours of meticulous care six days a week, allowing you to fully unwind and relish in your surroundings. - Simplify your shopping experience with our Advanced Shopping Service. Simply provide your prepared shopping list, and for a nominal fee plus the cost of groceries, we'll ensure everything is stocked and ready for your arrival. - Elevate your culinary experience with our talented cooks, available at a rate of €20 per hour. From shopping for the freshest ingredients to preparing and serving delicious meals, our cooks will tantalize your taste buds and handle all the cleanup. - For a truly indulgent dining experience, inquire about our Chef service, available upon request. Let our skilled chefs craft bespoke menus tailored to your preferences, ensuring each meal is a culinary masterpiece to remember. - Parents can enjoy peace of mind knowing that babysitting services are available at a rate of €15 per hour, allowing you to explore the wonders of the Niccone Valley while your little ones are cared for by trusted professionals. Read the full article

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Tuscany - A Revisit

Dome of Florence - a masterpiece with a marble facade

I visited the Tuscany once in the early 2000s. My acquaintance from my first trip to the USA and his friends rented an entire villa near Siena - and since there had still been rooms left, he asked me if I would like to join them. The Tuscany had always been on my list of travel destinations, so I accepted the offer. If you are traveling with a large group of people, the focus is often more on social contact and less on consciously absorbing the place and its people - that's why I actually like to travel individually.

Restaurant in Pienza with a view at Val d‘Orcia

This year I finally traveled to the Tuscany with my wife - a place she has always wanted to travel, too. I wanted to take a deeper look at Florence, and as well at the Uffizi and the Galleria dell Accademia - which was a bit neglected on my first visit. Florence is a work of art in itself - but totally overcrowded with tourists. I didn't feel like fighting the crowds through the two museums - so we decided to visit the museums once in winter, when the museums might be a little emptier.

The trip was supposed to be stress-free - I just wanted to enjoy the magnificent architecture, the lovely landscape, the good Tuscan food and the good Tuscan wines. And it was indeed a journey for the senses.

Tuscan Wine

-Simplicius Simplicissinus

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3 fabulous but affordable Tuscan Villas that you can rent on Airbnb

Experience the charm of Tuscany without breaking the bank. Check out these 3 incredible and budget-friendly villas available on Airbnb.

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The Digital Era of Real Estate: How Online Platforms are Transforming Property Transactions

Digital technology touches of every industry, and real estate is no exception. Historically, real estate transactions felt like elaborate dance routines - a series of steps, each one crucial, with the slightest misstep capable of derailing the whole performance. Today, technology is reshaping those steps, offering a newer, more agile dance.

The surge in technology use in daily life has accelerated the property market is at the forefront. Gone are the days when house hunters would spend weekends visiting open houses or scouring newspaper listings.

Now, virtual tours, AI-driven property recommendations, and digital paperwork streamline the process, making it accessible and efficient. This digital shift reflects our society's reliance on technology not just as a tool but as an integral part of modern living. As consumers grow more tech-savvy, industries like real estate must adapt to meet their evolving expectations and needs.

Real estate website and mobile app development

Think about your first thoughts when exploring a new city or neighborhood. Perhaps you'd consult a friend, visit in person, or maybe even flip through a magazine or newspaper. Now, digital platforms are our visit. These online spaces aren't just digital brochures; they're interactive hubs, providing a spectrum of features. Interactive maps pinpoint exact locations, user reviews paint a picture of the community vibe, and multimedia galleries.

One trend that's intriguingly interwoven with digital advancements is the art of flipping houses. House flippers, traditionally reliant on local networks and word-of-mouth, are now leveraging online platforms to identify undervalued properties, gauge renovation costs, and market their transformed homes. These digital tools not only streamline the flipping process but also widen the net, allowing flippers to operate in multiple regions without being physically present. It's a synergy where the age-old craft of property transformation meets the efficiency of the digital age.

Digital solutions in real estate

There is a vast array of tech innovations that are actively shaping the landscape:

●      Blockchain: Not just the backbone of cryptocurrencies, it's ensuring that the property ledger remains clean, clear, and tamper-proof. It's a fortress of trust in a world wary of deception.


●      AI chatbots: More than automated response generators, these bots play the role of digital receptionists, guides, and sometimes, even negotiators, aiding users in their digital journey.


●      Data analysis tools: They're like the magnifying glasses of Sherlock Holmes, scrutinizing market behaviors and offering clues about the next big property hotspot or predicting the next market slump.


●      Alternative payment methods: Digital finance has permeated our lives, from morning coffees to home buying. Cryptos and e-wallets aren't just tech buzzwords but are now valid transaction methods in property deals.


●      Property management apps: A godsend for landlords and property managers. Think of them as digital butlers, ensuring rents are collected, complaints are addressed, and maintenance tasks are ticked off.


●      VR tours: One moment you're in your living room, and the next, you're wandering a sunlit villa in Tuscany or a penthouse in New York, all from the comfort of your couch.


●      Smart contracts: They've taken the hefty legal paperwork and compacted it into digital code, making sure everyone plays by the rules.


●      SPaaS solutions: It's the all-you-need toolbox for real estate professionals, from listing a new property to handling the final handshake on a deal.


●      Transaction tracking tools: Tracking every  step of the way. Each part of the process can be easily monitored now.

Digital transformation and customer experience

At the heart of all these innovations lies one mission: making your journey smoother. The designs, rich multimedia content, and rapid support mechanisms transform what was once a tedious process into an engaging adventure.

In this digital transition, 3D visualization has emerged, bringing properties to life before a prospective buyer steps foot inside. This advanced tool enables users to immerse themselves in a property, navigating its rooms and corners with unparalleled realism. Not only does it allow potential homeowners to get a feel for the space, layout, and design aesthetics, but it also empowers real estate agents to showcase properties in their prime state, irrespective of geographical constraints. By incorporating this kind of technology into online platforms, real estate transactions are infused with an interactive element that bridges the gap between digital browsing and physical viewing, adding depth and dimension to the buying experience.

Digital transformation and sales and marketing

For those in the real estate profession, the digital age is a mixed bag of tricks. Yes, they've got powerful tools at their disposal, but with great power comes the responsibility. Keeping up with evolving technology and understanding market algorithms, yet not losing the personal touch – it’s a juggling act.

Real estate definitions are rapidly evolving in the digital age. "Property" no longer just means physical plots and buildings. The concept of digital property, which includes domains, virtual lands in augmented reality, and online businesses, has expanded the industry's horizons. Forward-thinking realtors are branching out, guiding clients through the intricacies of acquiring online spaces that can offer significant returns in the virtual economy. Just as a prime physical location has its value, the right digital address can be lucrative. For those in the profession, embracing this expanding landscape isn't just an added skill; it's a necessity to remain relevant in a world where the tangible meets the virtual.

Digital tools are changing real estate. It's not a simple case of out with the old and in with the new, but rather, a fusion, creating a space where traditional values meet futuristic innovations. As the real estate horizon expands, one can't help but be excited for what's on the horizon.

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Discover Opulence: Your Guide to Luxury Villa Rentals in Italy

Imagine waking up in a lavish villa overlooking the azure waters of the Mediterranean or the rolling vineyards of Chianti. Renting a villa in Italy allows travelers to indulge in luxury while enjoying the country’s rich history, culinary delights, and stunning landscapes. These villas often come with private pools, lush gardens, and spectacular views. Many properties also include concierge services, personal chefs, and housekeeping, ensuring guests experience relaxation without lifting a finger.

Choosing a villa to rent in Sicily, for example, not only offers luxury but also a chance to explore the island's ancient wonders and breathtaking coastline. Sicily, the largest Mediterranean island, is a treasure trove of Greek ruins, Baroque architecture, and delectable cuisine.

Explore the Charm of Sicily’s Luxury Villas

Sicily offers an unmatched blend of history, culture, and natural beauty. A villa to rent in Sicily can be found in various locations across the island, from coastal retreats to countryside estates. The villas are often designed to reflect the island’s unique architectural heritage, combining modern comforts with traditional charm.

Renting a villa in Sicily means waking up to panoramic views of the sea or Mount Etna, Europe's tallest active volcano. Picture lounging by a private infinity pool while savoring Sicilian wines and fresh seafood. Villas in this region often include sprawling terraces and shaded pergolas, perfect for al fresco dining.

In addition to luxurious amenities, staying in a villa allows you to explore Sicily’s many attractions at your own pace. Visit the historic city of Palermo, the ancient Greek theater in Taormina, or the Valley of the Temples in Agrigento. After a day of sightseeing, return to your villa and unwind in a serene setting that feels like your private oasis.

Tuscany: A Haven for Luxury Villa Rentals

For those who prefer a countryside escape, Tuscany offers some of the most sought-after luxury villa rentals in Italy. Known for its rolling hills, medieval towns, and world-class vineyards, Tuscany is a haven for wine lovers and history buffs alike. Villas here often feature rustic stone exteriors, expansive gardens, and infinity pools that overlook endless vistas.

Imagine a leisurely morning sipping espresso on a sun-drenched terrace, followed by a wine tour in Chianti. After a day of exploring quaint villages and sampling local delicacies, return to your villa to relax by the fireplace or enjoy a home-cooked meal prepared by a private chef. Tuscany’s villas are designed for those who appreciate the finer things in life, blending elegance with comfort.

Amalfi Coast: Seaside Luxury at Its Finest

Another prime destination for luxury villa rentals Italy is the Amalfi Coast. Known for its dramatic cliffs, turquoise waters, and charming coastal towns, this region is perfect for those seeking a glamorous seaside escape. The villas here are often perched on cliffs, offering breathtaking views of the sea.

Staying in a villa on the Amalfi Coast means easy access to famous towns like Positano, Ravello, and Amalfi. Spend your days exploring the coastline by boat, dining on fresh seafood, or simply lounging by the pool, soaking in the sun. The villas in this region often feature elegant interiors, spacious terraces, and private gardens, creating a truly luxurious atmosphere.

Why Choose a Luxury Villa Over a Hotel?

Opting for a villa instead of a hotel offers several advantages. Privacy is one of the most significant benefits, allowing guests to enjoy their vacation without the distractions of crowded hotel lobbies or shared amenities. A luxury villa rental in Italy also provides more space, making it ideal for families or groups of friends traveling together.

Moreover, villas often come with personalized services tailored to guests’ needs. Whether it’s arranging private tours, organizing cooking classes, or securing reservations at exclusive restaurants, the villa staff can create a bespoke experience that caters to your preferences. This level of attention to detail ensures a seamless and stress-free vacation.

Planning Your Perfect Villa Stay

When searching for the ideal villa to rent in Sicily or any other region in Italy, it’s essential to consider your preferences and needs. Do you prefer a beachfront property or a countryside retreat? Are you traveling with family or hosting an intimate gathering? Knowing what you want will help you find the perfect match.

Many villas offer flexible booking options and customizable experiences, allowing guests to tailor their stay. From organizing wine tastings and cooking lessons to arranging private transportation, every detail can be taken care of, ensuring a memorable and luxurious vacation.