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There had been something so comfortable about Valeria's arms that Octavius would always find himself in, resting his head on her soft breasts, which were on average slightly bigger than most women in Rome, perhaps because she came from the Low countries.
When he wanted to be buried deep within her warm cunt, he would be rough and snap his hips in a fast and brutal space as if this had been the only time, he could ever have her. And he often thought that perhaps it was, fights broke out often, rebellions started for less. And it had again.
Gaius Julius Caesar, known as either Octavius or Augustus among friends, was a good commander of his army, and he always fought well and bravely, so when he returned after a fight with the Rebellion, he had been covered in blood, luckily none of it had been his, but when Valeria and Scribonia saw him, they had slightly panicked.
Scribonia had been trying to ease him back into their marital bed, but nothing she did or said made him sway away from the arms of their servant girl, not even when he had been tired of battle and covered in dried blood and mud, had he desired or even wanted to look at his legal wife. Instead, he walked straight to the comfort of Valeria's arms, where she held him close to her chest, feeling her worries leave her body once she held him again before he slightly pulled back to look at Scribonia.
"Your brother will collect you in the morrow, we will be officially separated then" he said looking at her, which surprised Valeria. Octavius walked towards his chamber, where he started to angrily undo his clothing, stopping when he felt Valeria's soft hands replace his calloused ones. "Let me" she said in a soft voice, afraid she would be sent away next. If he could send away his wife just like that, what would he do to a servant girl?
Perhaps she had made a mistake, she had given him everything, her body, her maidenhead, and now there was no one who would want someone as tainted as her.
"You seem worried"
His words made her head snap up, as she placed the armour away in the corner, so she could clean them later.
"I am not" she lied, of course she was, she had been his bedmate for few months now and while he had thought her a significant amount of Latin, she had no true place in his household, especially not now his wife had been almost kicked to the curb. "Don't lie to me" he said as she had undone his robes, revealing his naked body to her. He had not been embarrassed or shy like he used to be in front of other servants. She had seen all of him before, and he had seen all of her.
"Will I be sent away?" she asked in a soft voice. He stood up, looking at her. They had been of similar heights, something that made him feel slightly more powerful. "Why would I send you away? Have you done something to upset me?" he asked, his dirty hands tainted her white servant robes. "No?" she said, unsure. "I hope I have not, Dominus" she said as she looked at him, tossing his robes aside next to the armour as she looked at him. "You could never upset me; you could only hurt me if you told me, you didn't love me" he said, and her eyes widened.
