Rune and Ruin

Seeds of the Gods - 10 - Pollinate

395 B.C.E. -  Villa of the Headsman, The City of Veii, Early Spring, Month of Aprilis

Falx

Quintus curled around his little slave, his face softer than Falx had ever seen. One hand cupped her hip, the other gently played with a strand of fiery red hair. His friend's thick cock jutted obscenely, and every so often Quintus would roll his hips, brushing his turgid flesh against Thania's thighs, and cursing softly under his breath.

"Is she cold?" Falx asked. His demon stretched, eyes fixed on his female, making sure his friend kept his cock out of her sweet honey... or his new general would soon be an eunuch.

"A little," Quintus husked out. "She isn't shivering."

"She had too much root to shiver, even if she's cold."

It's quiet for a long stretch. Falx stares out of the window into the dark, quiet city, arms crossed over his chest. His demon sniffed the air, scenting the pheromones of the male near his rut and the small, delicate Acera.

"I'm taking her soon," Falx muttered.

"A moment longer," Quintus protested, nuzzling Thania's cheek. The big bastard was treating Falx's female as a hatchling with a favorite bedtime toy. It was grating.

"Did you see her, earlier?" Falx found himself asking.

"I was with the belators at the western gate. It was a bastard to dismantle."

"Her eyes were so wide I could see the whites all around. I've never seen her so petrified, even in those first days of being mine."

"Did she cry? When you took her the first time? She is so fragile," Quintus continued to marvel over the pretty Acera female.

"She was brave," Falx mumbles. "And now, when she is secure and well-fed and sleeping in fucking bed, for fuck's sake, she's nearly catatonic."

"She cares for strangers," Quintus murmured. "She will make a good concubina, Falx."

Something akin to dread and nausea took root in Falx's stomach. Even his demon seemed to hate the label. "A whore," he spat. His demon snarled, forked tongue flickering.

"A respected one. One who can be a mother to your heir instead of another harem slave," Quintus amended. "Shh, little one. Go back to sleep," he soothed the female with a gentle pat on her rump that only served to wake her more fully.

Falx strode over quickly. Nudging Quintus aside, he scooped his female into his arms. "Thania." He gave her a gentle smack on her sweet rump, right where Quintus had been caressing a moment earlier.

She met his eyes, unfocused grey on sharp blue, and whispered to him only two words, "the walls." A shudder swept through her and his hold tightened to keep her upright.

"She was not to have been brought through the city that way. She must think us as barbaric as the northern daemons," Falx told his friend. Murmuring her name, he slid her under his body, caressing her legs and stomach. When he entered her it was slow, his body gently rocking against hers, easing himself in rather than the abrupt taking he desired. He kissed her softly, hating the taste of Quintus on her mouth. It was not something one did with a slave, but her mouth was lush and fit his perfectly. She blinked at him, confusion and sleepiness softening her to accept him easily. Her eyes slid closed again sleepily.

"Look at me," Falx commanded her softly, his voice rough from pleasure. Slowly Thania opened her eyes, meeting his gaze as he rocked against her. Desire lurked in their grey depths and he felt a surge of satisfaction. Even dazed on root and in shock, she knew him.

"Fuck her deeper, Falx," Quintus was kneeling next to the bed, his eyes pinned to Thania, his hand stroking up and down his cock.

Falx pressed himself against her in the way he knew she liked, causing her to shift slightly below him, her hips instinctively rising to meet his. Falx sucked in a harsh breath and surged into her as his hand dropped between their bodies to rub her. Thania's eyes widened on his at the new sensation and she pressed herself harder into him. Soft gasps issued from her mouth as he kissed her again, this time deeper and longer. He did not relent until he felt her pleasure roll over her, sending her trembling and whimpering under him. Groaning as she tightened around him he took his fingers from her, bracing his arms at either side of her head. "My woman," he muttered in guttural Runion, satisfied. His pace quickened until he thrust one last time before emptying himself into her.

"Gods gift you a hatchling," Quintus muttered as his own seed splattered onto his belly and the floor. Wasted, because Quintus was not born to a noble House and had nothing to offer any heirs. Promoting him to general was the first step in seeing his friend elevated in Rune society, but Quintus was still a far cry from having a House to his name.

"Master?" the soft call from Marcus came while Falx was still nuzzling his female's hair, stroking her body gently as she fell back asleep.

Silently, the two Tasuri stood and stalked from the room.

Marcus hurried up to them, a look of fevered anticipation in his eyes. "Your father, the Senator is here, Master."

Falx and Quintus shared a look. The victory over Veii had only been secured a day ago. It was... early... to have such distinguished guests.

"Father," Falx greeted him with a hearty one-armed hug, both demons pounding each other's backs.

The Senator spared Quintus a nod. "Congratulations, General," he said, a little stiffly. Marcellin had never fully approved of his only surviving hatchling's friendship with a Tasuri from the slums of Rune.

"Thank you, Senator," Quintus said in a rough, low tone. His friend quickly made himself scarce, heading, Falx noted wryly, toward the pools to clean himself.

"Son, this is an excellent day." His father's eyes gleamed with pride and no small amount of relief. Ten years the Tasuris had cast themselves against Veii. A full year of that, his father had been in charge of the campaign. When they all failed, they sent the Fyrrin Warlord to subjugate the entire valley.

"Those new techniques you have been training your men in have been highly successful here. I saw the evidence for myself coming into the city."

His flammatia had seen the evidence, as well, damnit. Wryly Falx turned his thoughts away from his female. "It is important when we fight in close quarters, in a hilly terrain. Traditional phalanx will simply never work. With the manipular formation, we cleared the enemy from the gates within just a few days. The same for the Flight. They are disciplined."

"Amazing, son. To annihilate any resistance so quickly and with so few men."

"Will you join us for the cena, father?"

"Yes." The barest hint of a smirk crawled over his father's face. "Unfortunately, Falx, I am not the only one who will join you."