Atia smoothed her gown and did her best not to look at the number of people who were gathering around them. The hot Egyptian sun was bearing down on her but she was determined not to show her discomfort. Where was Antony for heavens sake?

"Octavia, come now, you are lady of Rome, please try and look a little more regal."

"But Mother, it's hot!"

"Juno's cunt, I know it's hot, but you don't have to give into it so easily, sit up at least."

She soon forgot her daughter and went back to her own thoughts. What would Antony think of her after all these years…would he still find her attractive? No matter, either way she was determined to be mad at him for keeping her waiting like this. After all who did he think he was?

Finally the doors to the palace opened and then…there he was. Just as stunning and handsome as ever, it was all she could do not to run and throw her arms around his neck.

"My darling wife, and Atia, how are you both?" He came down the steps and stood in front of them.

"Oh forget the niceties" Octavia spat, "Why on earth have we been kept out here so long, especially after such a long voyage…"

Antony cut her off, "I do apologise my dear, but these people are so peculiar about when guests can be admitted and so forth. Why don't you go inside, Jocasta is waiting for you…I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on." Octavia rolled her eyes and made her way up the steps.

He turned to Atia, "would you care to follow me?"

Atia soon found herself in what she presumed to be Antony's private bedchamber. He put his hands around her waist, "You're as beautiful as the day I left you, in fact even more beautiful than I remembered." He lowered his head to kiss her but she moved her head away.

"How come you never sent for me?"

"Hmm?" He nuzzled her neck and attempted to kiss her again.

"You said you would send for me when the time was right, why didn't you?"

"The time was never right."

"Oh sons of Jupiter, that's rich, you've only had years." She wiggled out of his grasp.

"Please my dear, don't be angry. My business just wouldn't allow it, but you've been on my mind every day."

"Don't insult me, it's bad enough I've been so easily replaced by Egyptian whores."

"Now, you know that isn't true…." He placed a hand on her breast and pinched softly. She slapped him across the face…hard. She turned and headed for the door. He sprang ahead of her and closed it, blocking her path.

"Get out of my way!"

"No, love." He picked her up and proceeded to throw her on the bed. Before she could escape, he covered her body with his.

"Let me go!"

"No…." He began sliding her dress from her shoulders and began kissing the newly exposed flesh.

"If you don't stop…I'll…I'll scream." She was doing her best to quell the heat that was rising within her, but every place his lips touched burned like magma.

"Aye, I'm sure I'll have you screaming soon enough…" He removed the rest of her garment and took one of her nipples into his mouth, at the same time one of his hands reached between her thighs, "from pleasure that is."

"I doubt it, I take no joy in being raped."

"Oh don't kid yourself love." He laughed at her intake of breath as he gently bit her nipple. He continued his voyage down her body, kissing, licking and biting every part of her he could find, while his hands did likewise.

Atia had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, but when his mouth reached the top of her slit, she lost control, sprang up and tangled her hands in his hair. Moaning softly she lay back down.

Antony laughed again, "You're acting as if you've never known the touch of a man before, calm yourself love, we're just getting started."

He returned to her nether regions and bent his head to feed. He found her clit and took it into his mouth, he bit it gently and it wasn't long until her hips were bucking upwards trying to bring them closer together, and her hands were still entangled in his hair. They were now pushing on his head, attempting to keep him where he was. Just before she had her first orgasm he stopped and got up from the bed. Atia let out a cry of disbelief and opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Well I wouldn't want to rape you…." He began undressing, and once finished joined her back on the bed.

Atia winced, "yes you are quite right"

"If you would just admit that you want me, we could proceed."

"You're full of yourself."

"Oh come on old girl…hop on…."

"If that line didn't work years ago…what makes you think it will work now?" Despite herself however, she chuckled.

"OK, well if you're certain…." He moved on top of her once more and let his bulging erection rest on her inner thigh. He slowly and tantalizingly began to kiss her. He allowed the head of his member to rest just at her entrance.

"Mmm." Atia moaned.

"I'm sorry love what?"

"Please…"

"Please what?"

"Take me!"

That was all the encouragement he needed. He quickly obliged. Later as they lay in each other's arms, he joked, "After all these years you still can't resist me." Her only response was to place a bite in his forearm.

"I hope you didn't mean that as deterrence, you know I like it rough…."

For a moment it seemed just like old times and then a voice from the door intruded,

"Master, your wife, her royal Majesty Cleopatra, would like a word with you."