A.N.: Hello Dolls ! Alright, I presume not all of you have seen Asterix and Obelix (now I mean the movies and not the comics). Well it's a big mistake, because French movies (of course with English subtitles ) are available on YouTube, so for everyone who would want to have a great picture of the characters in this fic, let's go and see Asterix and Olympic Games. ;-) I'm sure you'll LOVE it !
Anyway, Asterix and Obelix are comedy movies, and partly parodies, so I decided to continue in it and write this fic as combination of history facts and parody in Asterix/mine-style *wink wink* so I hope you'll understand, and I hope you will fully enjoy the fic.
ALSO I'm going today-now, in a half hour-to Greece (pathetic :D) for ten days, but be sure I'm taking my laptop WITH me, soooo that means I will write during breaks from sea or sunbathing, so you shall have your second chapter soon. Phoa…few crazy days are behind me, and ten lovely days in front of me, I CAN'T WAIT…literally !
And now, the last thing, before you might go and read (so sorry for long talks from me) and that is name of characters, and actors who would play them in my fic ;-) (part of them is actually real in the movie so…) :
Gaius Julius Caesar – Alain Delon
Roxana – Patti LuPone
Brutus – Benoit Poelvoorde
Asterix – Clovis Cornillac
Obelix – Gérard Depardieu
Demitrius – Johnny Depp
Pompeius – Chris Noth
And now enjoy the chapter, and leave me review, I'll read it in Greece ;-) with much much much love your ZiZi hugs and ZiZi kisses xoxoxo
The year is 50 BC. Gaul is entirely occupied by the Romans, as moreover the rest of the world, as Caesar alone would say. He himself spends his days by admiring his imperial reflection in peace and quiet…and his nights with a Greece Goddess herself.
Roxana had tanned skin as gold itself. Despite her small figure, she had the curves of Afrodité and Venus at once. Her legs were thin, and her hips prolific. Her eyes were as brown as the sweetest chocolate, and her lips as rosy as the first spring cherries, and any woman alive would not compete her ample chest. But what Caesar admired the most about her was her nose, typically Sicilian-accordingly to her bygone ancestors-as much as her dark brown hair, she usually wore short due the hotness of the days, spent in Rome.
She met Him first, when she reached her thirty.
Her father Vicias wanted to wed her to sixty year old politician due the alliance of his power of a Greek King. But when she refused, as much as he wanted to wed her, if she wouldn't obey, he would have killed her if she did not marry the old Revulsias.
Fortunately that time, Caesar conquered Greece, and he fell in love with Roxana as soon as he laid eyes on her. And as a great emperor, he saved her from her barbarous father, killing him, and abducting Roxana, taking her with him in Rome.
He loved her as much as she loved him. The only thing she couldn't give him was child. And the only thing He couldn't give Her….was marriage…
So she enjoyed himself, just as she enjoyed living in Rome by his imperial side.
Roxana just finished the book she already read countless times, as much as she enjoyed the grand library Caesar gave her. She had the greatest knowledge from her Greek teachers in time she was princess in there, and except talks with great emperor she had no use for them, except for reading books, and enjoying their essence.
But when you have nothing to fill your days with except reading books, you'll get bored pretty soon.
She walked herself across the grand halls in Caesar's palace, with book in her hand, until she found, what she was looking for.
Gaius Julius Caesar in his full imperial glory, in crispy white tunica adorner with golden studs, covered with golden armor and wrapped in bloody-red toga, stood in the middle of a great hall in his leather sandals, looking in front of himself. The golden laurel wreath and his bracelets and rings shinned as much as his blue eyes of a predator.
Roxana hid herself behind a pillar, watching secretly her dearest, standing in front of mirror and talking to himself.
,,Caesar doesn't age…'' he spoke to himself as usually, and she couldn't deny a smile that crept on her features at his words. ,,He matures…His hair doesn't go grey...it lightens. Caesar is immortal –for ages to come.''
Roxana had to admit the fact he was right. He was at age of fifty, and he still looked as if Gods gave him eternal beauty, just like to herself.
,,Caesar is mighty, all-conquering,'' he continued in his speech to his reflection. ,,He's a leopard, and samurai ! He's indebted to no man. Not Rocco or his brothers…or the Sicilian clan !''
She had to suppress the giggle, which was threatening to reveal her from her hiding.
,,Caesar has the right stuff…'' he said with his velvet voice, which could always make her swoon, and once again she needed to give him the right for his words with a tiny lustful smile that laced her features. ,,The Academy even named Caesar Best Emperor.''
This time she had to cover her mouth, as she tried to not chuckle to the quiet of the hall.
,,Ave, me !'' he said his final words, as he tapped his hand against his golden armor, smiling at himself.
,,Ave, you,'' Roxana whispered for herself, biting her lip at the sight of her lover, when a sudden loud hits started echoing through the entire palace.
In a few moments one of Caesar's guards announced ,,Ave, Caesar. Your son's here.''
Now it was all clear. Brutus arrived, and as always, when he need to show his power, even when it was the tiniest of powers, he had to open for himself with battering ram, destroying half of the place…as usually.
Caesar didn't looked away from his own reflection, answering graciously ,,We knows. Egypt has her 7 plagues. Caesar has Brutus.''
When guard left, great hits kept echoing, causing the mirror to tremble in its golden frame, just as floor nearly moved underneath Roxana's feet.
Using the situation, she walked in and straight to Caesar.
,,By Jupiter, what is this noise about ?'' she smiled at him, when he spotted her, dressed in light orchid stola, as her reflection approached him from behind. ,,I can't focus on reading…'' she lied softly, petting Caesar's arm, and tiptoeing, kissing his cheek as a greeting.
,,We are sincerely sorry my loveliest, but Our dearest son has to show his presence with his arrival…'' Caesar excused himself, but smile stayed on his face, when he leaned down and kissed her lovingly.
Drawing slightly back, he looked over the thin orchid silk of her dress, hanging loosely around her petit form, pinned on each her shoulder by a golden button with "JC" engraving, as on his own clothes, and a large white palla with golden hems embracing her body over one shoulder and her waist.
He couldn't get enough of her, he just smiled wider as her eyes shinned. He caressed her chin lightly with his thumb, before he leaned down for another sweet kiss. Roxana smiled into their kiss, letting out soft sound of pleasure, looking in Caesar's blue crystals of his eyes after he narrowed again. They didn't even noticed the hits stopped already.
,,You look lovely today,'' he smiled as his hands wandered down the length of her arms, making her smile back up at him. But when he wanted to lean down to her and kiss her again, he stuck when he heard Brutus entering their presence.
,,Ave, Dad. I was in Greece,'' he lifted his hand , before he twitched at the sound of dangerously hissing leopard, which was in the room with them. ,,Nice to see you, Roxana,'' he added with smile after looking over her.
,,Nice to see you too, Brutus,'' Roxana breathed, walking right behind her beloved, when Caesar sat on his throne, and slowly petted his leopard lying along his side.
,,A word ?'' Brutus added questioningly.
Caesar gave him a languid nod, looking at him ,,He's listening.''
With a great intake of breath and slight stray of his eyes contact, Brutus started ,,A small hitch.''
Roxana could already know, what shall follow. These small little hitches…
,,My wedding has been delayed…''
But this one took over her attention.
Brutus was about to marry her cousin's daughter Irina, who lived in Olympia, and the "delay" of his wedding ignited concern within her core.
Even Caesar looked at his son with concern, although still petting his leopard.
,,It's OK, nothing serious,'' Brutus continued with light chuckle. ,,That slob Obnoxias will marry her to the Olympic winner.''
,,Be careful on your tongue, Brutus,'' Roxana scolded with a light sneer. ,,Anyway…that sounds only rational to me,'' she looked at Caesar, who wasn't much excited from the news.
,,So, I've decided to represent Rome !'' Brutus announced proudly and nearly triumphantly.
,,Well, this doesn't sound rational anymore…'' Roxana admitted, what she and even Caesar thought, but he let out his feelings about it in a quite different way.
,,Who ? You ?!'' he said in near awe.
,,Yeah !'' Brutus confirmed his decision.
,,Ridiculous !'' Caesar added, and Roxana did not nod as much as she wanted. She only watched the two discussing, knowing her place.
,,Why ?'' Brutus asked suddenly feeling the upcoming criticism of his father.
,,You can't represent yourself !'' Caesar waved with his arms, and Roxana had to deny another chuckle, threatening to escape her. ,,Romans runs faster, jump higher…''
,,Me !'' Brutus nodded confidently at his papa.
,,Caesar is Roman. The world is well conceived. No-no, your proper place is behind Caesar !'' Julius gave his final nod with his final verdict.
,,I'm going anyway,'' Brutus uttered, while he turned to great Caesar with his back.
,,Caesar says no !'' emperor answered firmly and loudly, Roxana only watched him fascinated by the strength of his words. How he always could use his power in the best of moments, in the most exquisite ways.
And He was too well aware, of what his own behavior was doing to her.
,,I came, I saw, I did not hear…'' Brutus muttered under his breath, still with his back towards his father.
,,By Jupiter ! Speak up !'' Caesar get irritated by Brutus' own mind and childish need to step up from shadow and show his power he actually did not have.
Brutus finally turned back, and slowly, very carefully walked back, talking now in convincing tone ,,It's always the same.''
Roxana furrowed her brows and supported herself against the armrest of Caesar's throne, listening further.
,,Whenever I want the slightest thing…'' Brutus showed with his two finger a tiny gap between them, before making a cut move with his hand ,,…you cut me down. If Mama were here-''
,,-Aaah ! Don't remind me your mother !'' Caesar get upset, standing indignantly up and walking straightly to balcony, while speaking ,,So be it. The die is cast. If you want to show off, do it ! Go Greek on me !''
Roxana knew too well, how Caesar hated to talk about any of his former wives or lovers, especially if it was Brutus' mother Servilia, who was nothing more, but a one hot summer night in a residency of Caesar's former tribute Marcus Brutus.
Roxana quickly put down her book and stepped over the hall and to her beloved on the balcony, petting his arm ,,Juli, be calm.'' She had to sooth him, and despite how awful those words might sound, she had to say them ,,He shall win to make you proud, and then he will marry my cousin's daughter…peacefully…hmmm ?''
Caesar looked at her in disbelief, just as Brutus, since she practically never stood up for him.
,,Roxana believes in me, see papa ?'' Brutus smiled proudly.
Caesar looked unwillingly at his son, before looking back at smiling Roxana by his side, he finally nodded in ease of his mind. Her shining eyes and her wide smile was the best medicine on his nerves.
,,Oh, I nearly forgot ! Excuse me,'' Brutus pulled from his pocket a tiny sack showing it up. ,,I brought you a souvenir from Greece, a bag of olives,'' he smiled wide handing it to Caesar, who took it, not much excited from the gift.
,,We have no more tasters,'' Caesar breathed out graciously.
,,Oh, they're pitted,'' Brutus nodded, watching his dad, and Roxana looking suspiciously over the tiny bag.
,,We'd like to remind you, this year alone your little gifts have cost Us 47 tasters !'' Caesar leaned to his son with bitter smirk.
,,Really ?'' Brutus nodded nervously. ,,47 ? That's a lot…well, but these are kosher,'' he nodded his final words, before he slowly walked away.
Roxana looked at her lover, and crossed her hands on her chest.
Caesar looked at her and sighed ,,You really think, he shall win the games ?''
,,Well, he's your son…maybe he is not You…but he can at least pretend, he has your blood in his veins, and try to win…'' Roxana responded to emperor's question graciously, making him smile foxily.
,,You always know, what to say,'' Caesar chuckled, pleased, caressing her beautiful soft cheek to her delight. Then his eyes strayed to the sack. ,,Shall I trust him this time ?'' he picked up one olive from the sack and looked over it.
This time Roxana had to be completely honest ,,47 ? Are you sure ?'' Her brow lifted inquiringly.
Brutus maybe looked like a fool on the first sight, but he wasn't that dumb, and he constantly tried to get to the throne. But Roxana was too clever, just as Caesar, always one jump ahead.
Caesar smelled the olive, and one more glance at Roxana assured him to not eat it, he rather click his tongue at his leopard, who was until now purring contentedly. Leopard obediently stood up, and walked down from the throne.
Emperor threw the olive to the leopard, who immediately jumped at it, and ate it within a blink of an eye.
Immediately spume coming from its mouth, as the poor creature let out some noise in agony and its eyes widened, before it fell dead down on the marble floor of the hall.
,,Poor animal,'' Roxana breathed out as Caesar hugged her with one hand around her waist, looking down at leopard, who looked like sleeping soundly.
,,One leopard had to go…'' Caesar let out lowly in the feel of loss of his symbolic companion.
And as he said that, all the black spots covering dead leopard's body suddenly fell off him, that it looked like a lioness…dead lioness.
,,You should find a new taster…and not one,'' Roxana nodded for sure, to take care of her beloved, to not let him be fooled by his own bastard of a son.
,,I shall…well now I await a meeting with Pompeius,'' Caesar spoke with content smile on his face, his hand only gently caressed Roxana's back.
,,So that is why you look so festive,'' Roxana smiled foxily up at him, nodding.
,,Caesar has to always look festive, but you look the most divine my love…wouldn't you want to join our little banquet ?'' he gave her an inquiring look, when he looked over her again, admiring glisten in his eyes, causing her blush ever so slightly in his embrace.
She knew too well, that Pompeius wanted to talk in language of politics, and as much as he liked her presence-as any other man in Rome-Pompeius didn't like her talks into politics at all, so she rather avoided meeting with him.
,,I don't feel well, I think I shall find some shade in the garden and rest,'' Roxana deftly smiled at the emperor, making him frown softly.
His hand gently caressed her cheek, which was still slightly blushed ,,Don't you want to lie down for a while and sleep ?''
,,No, I'm certain I shall be fine, tell Pompeius my sincerest sorry, and greet him properly,'' Roxana smiled lightly, tiptoeing and pressing gentle kiss on Caesar's cheek.
,,Well then…would you like me to let Demitrius prepare a bath for you ?'' he yet asked, hugging her now fully around her waist, determined to not let go of her so soon.
Her hands caressed up his arms, she shook her head ,,No-dear, you don't have to-''
,,-But We insist !'' he gave her half amusing and half serious look, she couldn't deny him.
Nodding in approval, she giggled ,,I shouldn't resist to Caesar himself.''
,,Right you are, Roxana,'' he smiled widely at her.
,,But a small bath,'' she insisted now too, biting her lower lip in light tease, causing him to widen his predatory eyes.
,,You shall have it, love,'' he gave her nod, leaning down and pressing last soft kiss on her forehead, before he finally let her go in the gardens, calling for a servant who was about to prepare a bath for his Goddess.
Roxana stood in front of small bathtub in a quite small bathroom, as there were many larger ones in entire palace.
She looked at the dark marble tub, as the servant spilled within the last amphora full of steaming water. He put the decorated amphora aside, and Roxana nodded.
,,Thanks Demitrius, you shall leave,'' she offered him a soft smile, already expecting his answer.
,,Not until you slip in the tub,'' Demitrius uttered softly, but very seriously, stretching a hand for Roxana to help her.
With a soft sigh, she popped the golden button on her left shoulder, before doing the same with the button on her right shoulder. Slowly handing to Demitrius her white toga, he held it in spread hands, waiting until brown-haired Goddess slid the orchid silk off her curves, until it pooled around her ankles, revealing her beautiful body to the servant.
He smiled briefly at her, picking up her dress and putting it with toga on the nearest marble seat by the wall.
Demitrius stretched his hand towards Roxana again, she willingly took his hand, and slowly stepped over the lip of tub with servant's help. Only when he let go of her hand, she sat fully in that steaming water, which embraced her body, and immediately forced her senses to relax, which caused her eyes to close slowly.
She heard steps, but as she expected, they did not ceased away, but only walked across the room, before they came back to her.
And then Roxana felt that light touch of a sponge, running along her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, and she pursed her lips at Demitrius.
,,Shall I ask you to leave one more time ?'' she gave him inquiring look, but he didn't take her tone as threatening one. Vice versa he smiled more foxily than before, as he trailed the full length of her arm down under water with the sponge.
,,And do you think I will do so, if you ask me to ?'' he smirked lightly at how his caresses forced her eyes to close again. ,,You're avoiding me for already four days…I missed you,'' Demitrius uttered between his caressingly good movements of his hand and sponge, as he pulled it from water and soaped it lightly again.
,,You missed my body,'' Roxana corrected him with a sly smile upon her face, which was now radiating with happiness and relax due the hot water and Demitri's deft hands, when he trailed with sponge over her neck and fluently to her other shoulder, since he moved behind her, letting her head rest against the lip of tub.
,,I missed your sensuality, and that's a difference,'' Demitrius corrected her back, while he smiled at her, since her eyes slowly opened to see him above her. ,,Tell me, how are you today ?'' he asked, trailing down her arm with sponge, taking her palm above water level and soaping it too.
,,As usual…'' Roxana sighed, and the clever servant could already recognize the sad color of her voice.
,,Bored ? Lonely ? Or neglected ?'' Demitrius continued in asking very carefully, never stopping pampering her body with sponge, as he stroked now over her chest and lower to each swell, which were peeking from the water, her eyes pinned upon him.
,,All at once…'' Roxana sighed briefly again, watching how Demitri walked around the tub, and gently withdrew her leg from water, to wash it as well, caressing her calf and knee with inner thigh.
,,I've heard that Brutus has arrived,'' servant uttered under his breath, his long brown hair slipping from behind his ears to his shaved face, and now he looked even more beautiful than ever, when he was in Roxana's presence.
,,Yes he did, and now I can't even walk through the halls without meeting him "accidentally" and listening to his unsuccessful flattery he considers as seductive,'' Roxana breathed out her tension, when Demitrius washed the soap from her other leg, the water caressing all over her instep, calf, knee and thigh.
,,Then what about Pompeius and his presence ? He probably haven't left yet…'' Demitrius asked again, stroking with sponge over Roxana's stomach, until he gently forced her to narrow, so he could kneel behind her by the tub and wash her back too.
,,Him ? Oh, don't remind me my last meeting with him. According to him, women are idiots in politics no matter how educated they might be…as if Julia wasn't educated enough, she probably doesn't have her own voice at home…'' Roxana nearly moaned, her eyes fluttering close after her speech, when Demitrius washed her back with the hot water around her, and gently pulled her back, to support herself comfortably in tub.
,,And you do ?'' Demitrius asked once more, now looking in her eyes, since he was still kneeling behind her, by tub, his face just above hers.
,,I do have at least some voice of a human being and Caesar respects me,'' Roxana answered confidently, letting her eyes closed again, decided to not open them any further for now, to avoid gaze of Demitri's soft brown eyes.
,,And that is why he neglects you ?'' servant asked, and Roxana suddenly felt his hands without sponge running down her chest from each side of her head, down to each her plump swell.
,,Demitrius don't…'' Roxana pleaded softly, but he didn't stop, lightly kneading each her full breast, making her moan in the back of her throat, and succumb easily, her fingers lifting from beneath the water level in a while, caressing over his arms around her slowly.
,,I just want you to feel good, I want to cherish you…and I am here for you, when he isn't,'' Demitri's words were echoing in her ears, his silken voice caressed her soul, when his fingers ran teasingly around her both nipples.
,,You know too well, I will never let you to be my lover. I belong to Caesar, and I am loyal,'' Roxana responded to his talks, but her voice never raised a bit, since she was diving in pleasure when both servant's hands cupped her swells again, and kneaded them once more.
,,That doesn't mean, I will ever stop trying to convince you, though knowing today I've lost my chance, I want you at least to enjoy your bath,'' Demitrius smiled, when she finally opened her eyes, and looked up at him, smiling lightly too.
Her hand caressed his, when she uttered cutely for his delight ,,Will you stay then ?''
,,If you wish,'' he nodded, watching her respond the same way, he gently trailed his palms down her torso, making her arch to his touch and sigh fully out her relish of his ministrations, when his fingertips slipped between her thighs.
Roxana let out low squeal, yearning a soothing sound of Demitri's voice, since he lightly petted her clit, causing her legs to tremble, and her fingers to squeeze his arms around her.
,,Shh-shh-shh…close your eyes again, my beautiful Greek Goddess,'' Demitri whispered to Roxana's forehead, kissing the top of her hair, watching her nod and close her eyes, as his fingertips kept pampering her clit, until he fluently, slowly teased from her the very peak of her pleasure, only with his deft fingers.
Completely three times this very evening.
Caesar entered his bedroom already in long red tunica and white toga only, he smiled at the moment his crystal blue eyes found his beloved Roxana partly covered in white sheets, her face glowing with such sort of happiness he spotted on her face occasionally, and she was sleeping soundly.
Only dim light from an oil lamp was spreading over the room, since outside was entire darkness and all the stars were visible for the world.
He walked to her partly uncovered body, and while taking off his sandals, he admired her dreamful sleep, with smile lacing her features.
Leaning above her he touched softly her calf and caressed up her smooth skin, over her thigh and hip, to her side, when she sighed dreamily and her eyes fluttered open.
Her smile widened, when Caesar leaned more above her, closer to her face, when she whispered delightfully ,,My Caesar…''
His lips brushed over hers, before he kissed her lovingly, and his palm caringly stroked her side, letting her sigh to his mouth, she sneaked her arm around his neck, to tread her fingers within his lightening short hair.
Yes, Demitrius was very attractive-the most attractive servant in Caesar's palace-and he was skillful with his hands and fingers time after time. But he never could compare Caesar himself.
After all the men she secretly had when she was very, very young, Caesar was the best lover of them all. She didn't know if it was due his power or due the passion he was putting in love making, but it was something which forced her to not crave any other man ever since Caesar abducted her and claimed her as his own.
She loved him by all her heart, just as he loved her the same, only she thought sometime, that he doesn't….
When Caesar broke the kiss, he narrowed from the large bed, to take off his clothes, talking smoothly with his lover ,,Did you enjoyed your bath ?''
,,Much, Juli,'' she smiled up at him, watching him losing layers of fabric. ,,What about Pompeius ? Did you talk about something important ?'' she asked until she had the chance to ask, and before she might lose interest in answer, and topic at all, if Caesar might distract her.
,,Nothing at all, We were rather talking about Brutus and his idea of representing Rome…'' Caesar sighed loudly and worriedly, as he sat with no cover on bed, and moved himself under the sheets beside Roxana.
,,Oh-don't worry about it my love…all will come to a happy end, be sure,'' Roxana soothed him, stroking his arm which caressed her stomach, when Julius bobbed his head down and nodded in approval to her words.
,,I shall believe you. And now my Venus, I want to make love to you tonight,'' he smiled softly, making her smile back at him as he kissed her deeply and passionately. His tongue lightly touching hers, it sent shiver down her spine, when he moved above her, and his hands moved along her sides up, to caress her breasts.
Roxana moaned softly to his mouth, when she felt his tongue flicking over the very tip of hers, and then teasing her teeth. He could always drive her to the pure ecstasy, by the most fractional touch of his fingers, tongue or lips, and she didn't even know how, but anything he did cause her senses and her body to melt underneath him.
She stroked down his smooth tanned back, hearing him groan to her mouth in response, before he drew from her mouth to look in her chocolate eyes. He started spreading kisses from her plump lips down her thin neck. Hot open-mouthed kisses expanding over her chest, she whimpered each time he flicked his tongue teasingly over her collarbones, before he continued in kissing lower her chest.
His lips were so soft, and he paid attention and the best of his care to every single kiss, she thought like she was flying high within starry heavens.
But when she felt his hot lips hovering over her swells, it brought her back to earth, to savor the pleasure he caused to flow within her core. Her eyes fluttered at the feel of his mouth, sucking at her plump nipple.
,,Ohh-by Jupiter,'' Roxana moaned as quiet as she could, knowing this was just the beginning.
Julius smiled to the curve of her breast at her response, before he sucked on her skin tenderly, letting her moan further in delight.
,,Mmm,'' another moan escaped her with his kisses lowering down on her front, his lisp brushing her tanned tummy. He licked softly around her belly button, and lower, before he nipped her pubic hair. Roxana closed her eyes, and her palm stroked his smoothly shaved cheek, when she felt his body shift between her legs, and his hot breath hit her wet, splayed slit. ,,O-ohh,'' her lips parted wide with her response as he pressed one big open-mouthed kiss on her pussy.
,,You're so velvet, and so soft…you had a long bath,'' he considered smilingly, before he deftly tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue, causing her gasp through another moan.
Her hands fell on each side of her head, she gripped the cushions around her, as she didn't want to grip at his hair and force him to continue, since she found it highly inappropriate, to encourage the great emperor in such thing by the touch of her own hands.
But when he started licking further her lower shaved lips, she couldn't stay quiet at all, which encouraged him better than anything else. Sucking and gently nipping her clitoris, he coaxed her voice to come from her core in a high pitched whimpers, which were spreading over their large bedroom, and entirely across the empty halls of the palace.
,,You are so beautiful, please…touch yourself for me…'' he muttered as he kissed over her inner thigh, her right leg curled around his body, her toe caressing his back in affection.
She could make every his wish come true and so she willingly moved her hands to her chest, and carefully kneaded her both breasts, moaning at the feel, and biting her plump lower lip to savor the pleasure he was bravely giving her.
Roxana's fingers teased lightly her hardened nipples accordingly to his fastening licks and more fervent sucks.
,,Oh-Juli,'' her loud gasp bounced across the walls when his tongue slid teasingly down her slit and then up on his trail to her clit. She knew, that after her pleasurable bath she would reach her peak soon, and that she would become eager, and would want him to continue. And as she knew him too well, he would let himself get carried away. And so as he nipped her clit last time, she groaned in relish of her climax, her thighs around his face trembled, before she sighing, reached with her gentle palm to his face and brought him slowly up, though she couldn't deny his sweet kisses he left as a trail up her melting body.
Until he reached her mouth and wonderfully stifled the rest of her moans with his fervent kiss.
,,Why did you stopped me ?'' Caesar asked carefully, covering Roxana's neck with feeble kisses, causing the heat surge between Venus' thighs.
No matter how much pleasure was overwhelming her body, or her senses, she still was able to think of proper answer so far.
Caressing now the back of his head with her light fingers, she breathed to his ear, when he sucked on her earlobe ,,I wanted to climax with you inside me…''
He groaned against her skin, making goosebumps appear all over Roxana's shoulders from such bliss, before her mouth get shut with his lips, and gorgeous ministrations of his tongue.
She stroked from his back to his sides, and landing her palms on his pectorals, as they were worthy of his bygone battles for his present empire, she was eagerly kissing him back, letting her pleasure sounds be devoured by him. Her nails scratched delicately over his chest, coaxing low groans from him in response. But as she wanted to trail her hands already down, to reach him and arouse him, he couldn't wait.
Roxana broke their kiss with loud gasp, and arch of her body, her breasts just lightly pressed to s Caesar's firm chest as he smiled down at her features torn in relish, as he entered her. Her eyes searching for his, and her hands on his sides motionless, she only held him to steady herself beneath him, as she always needed to after his first thrust.
He desperately, withal carefully pressed his body down on her and grinded his lap against hers, their hips rocked together, when Roxana let out low whimper and her lips pursed at the pleasure.
Caesar wouldn't hurry, after he found her sleeping already after her bath. He wanted her to enjoy his slow love making as much as she enjoyed his wild moments. Moving with such care, he finally get enough of the picture of his brunette Goddess, squirming underneath him for breath and steadying herself from pleasure. He leaned down, and covered her beautiful rosy lips with his soft ones, swallowing that desperate moan she let out.
He could feel her hand gripping and scratching his right side, as her other fell beside her head. She also lifted her leg around his waist to gently help him move. He groaned each time to her mouth in response, because he loved when she squealed due the touch of his skin against hers, and as his lap rubbed hers in the most pleasurable ways.
Their connection was intense, and he was too well aware, he yet never been so much connected as mentally as physically with any woman before. He yet never been so much in love before, then he was with Roxana. She was just too precious for him. And he was bravely showing his affection towards her.
His left hand threaded with hers on a soft cushion beside her head, until his palm finally reached hers and tangled his fingers with hers, she clutched him in response, nodding as she smiled up at him before she lifted her head ever so slightly and kissed him.
Though not kissing for too long as a loud moan ripped off her lips, when he thrust slowly deeper and hit that delightful spot, she cried so much at ,,Oh, Julius !''
Her hand gripped his side firmly and scratched her nails down now rougher than before, which only encouraged him to thrust the same slow, but teasingly deeper. Trailing her nails down his side until she grabbed handful of his muscle on his buttock, her nails dug into his flesh and caused his hips to move further deep.
His length rubbing the spot, and as her velvet heat started clenching, preparing for that blissful peak, he throbbed.
,,Love, Juli ! Oh…Julius !'' she cried, when he kissed her, she whimpered all loud to his mouth, kissing him back, when her heat tightened and her sweet climax leaked softly out, and in the highest of her ecstasy, Roxana heard him groan her name to their kiss, and felt his warm release to fill her.
,,My love,'' Caesar kissed her deeply, passionately withal so lovingly as only he was able to kiss, causing her final moan to escape to his mouth.
Long minutes after their orgasms, they both were resting, never sleeping, only kissing lovingly in their wonderful, and ever so powerful embrace of the Emperor and his Lover.