The Angel and the Demon

As Antony left his castle, his beloved Juliana watched out the window. She knew what she had to do in order to save him. 

A couple of months ago, she had over heard some of Antony’s soldiers talking about something. She heard that “someone” above them was becoming more demanding, always causing war where it was not needed, ruining people’s lives. Juliana had an idea about who they were talking about. Antony. She recalled that lastly, he was becoming more and more….. animal like. He was always pacing, like a caged tiger. He would snap at the littlest things, even at her. She knew that his men wouldn’t be able to something to him. He was too strong. So she had to take care of him herself. 

That night, she rode out with a mission in her head. In her saddle bag, she had a potion from the apothecary. One that would make him sleep. For a long time. As she neared the campsite, she made sure to stick out. 

“Alt, who goes there?” the sentry yelled, holding up the torch. 

“’Tis I, Lady Juliana. I have come to see milord,” she said stopping her horse. 

“Of course, milady,” the sentry said bowing and stepping aside. As she walked through the camp, she took note of every man that was there. She would have to be careful if she wanted this plan to work. 

“Milord, the Lady Juliana is here to see you,” the guard at the Lords tent said, opening the flap. 

“What? Juliana, what are you doing here?” Antony demanded helping her down. 

“I wanted to see you one more time before you went to war,” she said smiling, feeling happy and guilty at the fact of what she was going to do. 

“I am glad that you wanted to see me, but this is a dangerous place for a women to be,” Antony said kissing his lady on the lips, drawing her into his tent. 

“When I am with you, no place is dangerous,” Juliana said seductively, pouring wine into two cups. She made sure that her back was facing Antony, so that he would not see her put the sleeping potion in his drink. Then she turned around to find him in his bed, with a naked chest. Smiling, she walked over to his bedside table, placing his wine down, then walked over to the other table, placing her own wine down. She then turned to face her lover, slowly pulling her cloths off, revealing her lush body. Antony couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her breasts weren’t small, but not very big either. Small stomached, but flared hips that could easily carry children. Her legs were long enough to wrap around his waist, and strong enough to hold him when he got rough. 

Juliana crawled towards him from the end of the bed. Antony was getting a painful hard on. When Juliana got to him, he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her, pulling her closer to his mouth. She started out slow and soft, but he wouldn’t have that. She had already driven him crazy, he didn’t want to wait. Antony flipped her over, taking control. Juliana was as turned on as him, opening her legs to her first and only lover. Antony growled like an animal when he felt this. He could not take it anymore. He grabbed his hard on, and slammed into his true heaven. As he continued, Juliana couldn’t stop the little noises she was making. This drove Antony even more crazy. He was a beast, taking his lover roughly. It wasn’t long before they both were spent. Sweating and panting, Antony rolled off Juliana, grabbed his wine, and drank all of it. Juliana watched, hoping that he would not notice the taste. But he must of, because he had a frown on his face before the potion took a hold of him. 

As his head rolled over, eyes closed from sleep, Juliana was glad. She could now take his place on the battle field.

End of flashback (for now)

Whoa, its been a while since I have thought about Juliana. Why? She died years ago, and I still miss her, but that was the past. This is the now. I ran my hand through my hair, making it look like I had just rolled out of bed.