Compassion Returns
Chapter 1
The day had been intense with the taking of the city. Crixus had spent much of it setting plans in motion to ensure that it remained within their grasp. There was much to be done. The dead removed from the streets, an accounting of the losses to their ranks assessed, an accounting of Romans taken as prisoner to be tallied, and assigning soldiers to rotations in manning the gates. And this was just what must be done this day. The next day would bring about more duties, most of which would also fall to him to supervise. He gave no thought to the work. Even relished the responsibility. With Naevia at his side, it never seemed a chore. But this day was different. Spartacus had asked Naevia to oversee tending wounds. She had honored the request and thusly, his eyes had not lain upon her since. He did not enjoy being so long absent from her presence. So after the duties of the day were complete, he sought out his love immediately. First, at the medicus, where he was informed that Naevia had left for lodgings. And then at the lodgings they had taken.
Naevia looked down at the sweet angel that lay sleeping in the basinet. She had tried unsuccessfully to find the child's mother that day. But no one she put to question knew of the woman. And no one among the Roman prisoners was willing to take responsibility for the infant. Naevia understood their position. They were imprisoned and knew not from where their next meal would come. The rebels were all fighting a war and had similar issue. So she had no choice but to take on the task herself. It was a newly born babe after all. No older than 3 or 4 moons. So helpless and innocent. She had also been unsuccessful in finding a wet nurse for the child. The medicus had given her instruction to feed the baby boiled water mixed with honey. But that would do for this night only. A better solution must be found tomorrow.
Crixus walked into the room to find Naevia with her back turned staring down intently at something in a basket. She was so engrossed that she did not hear his approach. He stopped just shy of her.
"Naevia," he said startling her.
"Oh!" she said hand placed over heart as she turned towards him. "You gave me a fright. I did not hear your approach."
"Apologies," he said walking closer. "What warrants such attention?"
He looked down to surprisingly see a sleeping babe. Now he knew why she had been paying so little attention to her surroundings.
"I could not find the babe's mother," she said.
"Roman?" Crixus asked.
"Yes."
"She may have fallen with taking of the city," Crixus said.
"This is possible."
"Then it might be best to end the babe's life now. With no one to care for it, there is no chance of survival," Crixus said.
"I have taken over the task," Naevia said softly with a light, which he had not seen since their time in the ludus, shining momentarily her eyes.
"Naevia," Crixus groaned in complaint. "We have not time to care for a Roman child."
Naevia looked from him to the babe then lightly stroked her cheek with one finger. A gesture which gave Crixus pause.
"I understand," she said sadly. "I am only in need of more time to locate her mother."
"I will assist you in task on the morrow," he said. Then he pulled her into his arms and she came willingly. "Your presence has been missed."
"As has yours," she said with a small smile.
Crixus lowered his head and connected his lips to hers in a light kiss. She kissed him back tentatively. But as he deepened the kiss, she became bolder, more enthusiastic. Soon, they both were panting for breath. He raised his head and looked down into her beautiful face. Eyes searching, pleading for the sign from her that she would allow them both the pleasures of the flesh.
Naevia looked up into Crixus' eyes. The love that she always saw there for her was striking. It always amazed her that this man loved her. That this man desired her so. Even after she had been sullied by dominus after dominus, Crixus yet worshipped her. She saw the hungry look in his eyes. But he would not act on his passions unless she allowed it. She was always in control with Crixus because Crixus was always in control of himself. And it pleased her that she was now able to reward his restraint. She used both hands to lower the straps on her dress. It fluttered to the ground so that she now stood naked.
She smiled into his eyes as she lifted one of his hands to her breast, which he cupped and lifted. Then he look down at his hand while he rubbed her nipple with his thumb. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation that his touch elicited inside of her. He kneaded, squeezed, and rubbed her breast until a moan erupted involuntarily from her throat.
Crixus picked her up and carried her to the soft bed. He lay her down and she watched him as he undressed. His body was one that was honed into fine form. Chiseled, as from stone. It would be an untruth if she vowed that she had become accustomed to the beauty of him. For she had not. And after such a time, it was a safe course to assume that she would not. She would always remain breathless at the sight of him.
After removing his garments, he joined her on the bed. Lying on top of her, he kissed her lips passionately with his tongue repeatedly invading her mouth. When he felt like he had properly paid homage to her luscious lips, he moved lower to trail kisses down her body. First her neck, then between her breasts, and finally her stomach where he circled her navel with his tongue. Naevia felt her womanhood quicken in response to his ministrations and the moisture from it seep onto her thighs.
"Crixus," she softly moaned her plea. She was ready for him. She did not see the purpose in prolonging their union. Now, her body screamed.
That was the sound for which Crixus had been waiting. Naevia always conveyed her readiness to receive him inside of her and it always sounded the same to his ears. His name. Crixus. Falling from her lips sweetly in what he knew was frustration.
He climbed back up her body to settle between her legs and connected his lips to hers once again. Patience, the kiss said. He would not rush their pleasure. Especially not after being absent her presence most of this day. He rose up on one forearm and reached between their bodies with his other hand to touch her most feminine place.
He ran his fingers lightly over the petals of her womanhood reveling in the juices his attentions had produced. Then he parted them and slowly slipped a finger inside while he rubbed the most sensitive place with his thumb. She again moaned her plea.
"Crixus," she breathed softly into his mouth.
His response was the same as before. "Patience," he kissed her.
Laying with his love freely without restrictions and fear of reprisal from those that would enslave them was a precious dream realized. Naevia was a woman whom he knew, after all that had befallen her, at times found it an easier thing to stand beside him and fight her enemies on the field of battle than she did to lie underneath him in bed. But she routinely conquered the difficult. For him. For herself. For their love. She would not let them take the expressing of it away. And he was eternally grateful. A gratefulness he made a point of expressing by giving her much pleasure. He knew his passions were too high this night to last the time it would take to please her with his cock alone. He would need to use his hands as well.
"Naevia," he whispered against her lips in a low gravelly tone. "I would have your back to me."
She opened her eyes and smiled. "As you desire," she said then maneuvered onto her stomach.
Crixus rose upright to his knees which were spread apart. Then positioned Naevia in front of him in the same pose. He placed one hand on her waist to hold her in placed then grasped himself firmly with the other to place at her entrance before thrusting completely inside of her in one stroke.
She screamed lightly as she arched her back. He began to slowly thrust in and out of her to their favored rhythm. He slid one hand from her waist to cup and squeeze her breast . He slid the other down her abdomen to the pearl of her womanhood. He rubbed it in slow circular motions to match his strokes. He held himself back until she was ready for release. Once she reached her peak, he found his own. He held her tightly in his arms until both their breathing and hearts calmed to normal.
She fell forward to lie on the bed and he fell on top of her.
"You stand a goddess," he said kissing the butterfly mark on her shoulder.
"I am what any woman becomes when she has been so well loved by a god," Naevia said. He could hear the smile in her voice. That smile was all to him. Naevia was content, if not yet quite happy. Crixus' thoughts turned to the rare image he'd seen today – the light in her eyes. He longed to see it return permanently.
