Chapter 1: The Horto

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"Caecilius" You say, "Why are you holding an axe?"

"Because, y/n, your neck muscles mi atonitus."

"Ehue." You mutter under your breath as you walk closer to the pulcherimus senex. As you walk toward the senex, you make sure to vidit your voluptuous cankles.

Caecilius looks down, "Zoo wee mama, y/n, those are some mighty fine ambulans rods you have their, child."

"Yes," you say, "They are. Placetne Tibi?"

Subito, Caecilius blushed. The lux e luna shone on Caeclius' face, highlighting his beautiful wrinkles and moles.

"Does Metella know how you've been delectating me lately? Buttering me up good?" You say.

Caecilius looked down in shame, "Nein," He said sadly, "Shee has been getting frisky with Grumio as he makes the optimum cibum."

"She looks like a wrinkly naked rat, but so do you. You are the better wrinkly naked rat, you must show her that just because she can have fun, doesn't mean you can't."

"Oh, y/n, you drive me delirus."

"Cognivo." 

"Stop playing games," Caecilius said, assertively. "Bring you and your sexy little ambulans rods to the cubiculo and we can pugna ;)"

You were shocked by the old mans sudden dominance, and felt that any minute now he would  start ordering you to start conducting his business.

"Don't be a homoncule." Caecilius continued, "I need you in the cubiculo, negotium administrans." He winked seductively, and your greatest desires started to be fulfilled as you imagined filing letters from Britannia over Caecilius's wrinkly old body.

Caecilius ducit ad cubiculo...

What happens next?

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