WARNING: You have been warned of lemons as this contains not so sweetly things to those who are sensitive around the ears.

This is a one-time fic as I want to do things over the years of Caius and Athendora's lives. Some good, some bad, some are just there. There are different moods in which I see Caius and Athenodora go through with their lives together and now I want to share diary entries that she writes along the way. I hope you enjoy and please review when finished. I like to read what others thing and what I need to improve on in the future.

Journal of Athenodora

1736, November,

The sound of my shoes clicked along the bricked walkway leading towards a secrecy that only Caius knew. It was an anniversary gift, one that was long overdue though supposedly hard to contact. It was obvious we were the only of our kind with the scent of humans that flocked around us, women cackling amongst their friends while men smoked pipes discussing the local business of Venice and the production of the Roman Catholics. The night seemed to bring with it an oddly cool breeze with light snow flurries falling around here and there.

My blonde hair tucked neatly beneath my darkened cloak which sat just low enough to keep my eyes well hidden beneath the material. My arm hooked to my husband's, allowing him to lead me to his destination of choice, the beautiful Teatro San Giovanni Crisostomo Theatre, located within the city streets of Venice, Italy. Yellow stucco outlined the outer shell with vibrant white columns proportioned evenly, adding grace and charm to those who entered.

We were immediately greeted upon entering the large woodened doors to a gentleman who escorted us to our usual upper boxed seats. There was only one play in town, a new opera by Hasse which featured his lovely wife, Faustina Bordoni, a vocalist with the most amazingly pristine, gentle voice, a sound that everyone adorned whether old or young. A smile curved to my lips as I grasped the arm of Caius, letting him know I knew of his secret gift.

We were escorted to our box as the velvety red curtain with gold tassels draped shut behind us, giving the privacy we longed and begged to have. As soon as we took our seats, the lights dimmed, immediately signaling everyone to take their places. I sat closest to the stage with Caius seated beside me as the play began to take flight to the sound of the pitted orchestra.

Act One:

Candles were lit by the stage hands as I felt a cool arm snuggle around me, pulling me to his chest and laying my head back. Secretly, Caius was a gentleman to me. Only I saw this side of him and we were never openly passionate with each other. They did not understand my adoring love to him and never would they. We were perfectly matched in so many ways; there were times we could almost read each other's thoughts and actions, to sense a simple touch that meant more than just the flick of a hand or the snuggling of arm.

I gently placed my hand against his leg, slowly caressing as the performance began. I felt him shift underneath my touch, an indication of adjustment of his growing arousal. My head leaned against his shoulder as he turned his head to begin whispering in my ear.

"You read me like an opened book, my angel" his whispered words purred softly, cooing my hand to inch further up his thigh.

I nodded in response though my eyes kept to the stage performance as if I were paying attention to what was going on. Higher and higher my hand rose until meeting his tented pants and smirking. Teasingly, I licked my lips, sensuously rolling my tongue along the outer portion of my lips, knowing he was watching my every move.

"And I know what is going through your mind."

I raised my brow, indicating him to continue.

"How much you want to slide your dripping, wetness around my hardened…cock."

With emphasis of the word, I felt myself moisten with desire. A whimper escaped from my lips as my fingers grasped his stiffness, longing to do exactly what he just described.

"Unzip…slowly," he commanded, gingerly tapping his tongue to the lobe of my ear.

I shivered, moving my hand to do just as he asked, gliding the zipper down though craving to venture further but dared not too. I was under his authority and with it came specific obligations of abiding by his rules or one would be punished and not allowed to have fun.

I heard his tongue wet his lips, an indication of hunger and wanting more.

"Gradually set him free," he muttered, adjusting quickly in his seat.

My fingers inched their way inside the unzipped hole, seizing his stiffness and surfacing to the outside world. I ran my thumb over the tip, gliding across liquid form that was already present.

"Ah-ah-ah. I did not speak of you to begin just yet."

I knew his game was torture on himself as well. I turned my head towards the musical, high pitched voice, semi concentrating on her Italian words though mainly awaiting my chance to begin my actions.

"Good girl," I heard the smile in his voice and smirked. "And you shall be rewarded as well, my Sexual Prima Donna."

His tongue tickled against my neck as his hand began to slide across my breasts, tweaking my already hardened nipple, though simply that was not his only place of enjoyment. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of what his fingers felt like between my hot, centered core. Gradually, my dress began to rise, creeping up my legs, slowly exposing my smooth, porcelain skin. His soft fingers traced along my thighs, driving their way towards my already moistened center. I knew it was time as my fingers slid into the already gaping, unzipped hole of his trousers, grasping his member while at the same time, his fingers eagerly fluttered across my swollen clit. A soft moan emerged from the both of us as his breath, still next to my ear, hesitated with a jagged gasp of unneeded air.

"That's it, my angel. Tighten your grip."

I did as he spoke, clamping my fingers and pumping faster. With a quick motion, he pulled me back, eagerly taking my lips and jabbed two fingers inside of me. The kiss was nothing more than to keep us silent. His fingers wiggled against a sensitive spot causing my wetness to flow more rapidly. I tried to keep my hand moving against his though was quickly removed as he leaped from the chair, kneeling at my feet.

Silently his finger slid over his lips, enforcing my expressions to be muted. This was going to be quite a challenge and one I was ready to take on. Just as his head disappeared under my petticoat, his hands forced my legs further apart, spreading my lips and diving tongue first against my clit. Needless to say, the challenge came as I wanted to ravish his glorious name and tell the world of the sexual lover that physically teased my clit with his tongue at this very moment, but I could not. Instead, my lips pressed together, head flew back against the edge of the chair as my fingers gripped the arms of the chair.

A slight whimper escaped from my lips as I covered it with a human cough. Caius flicked my clit with his fingers out of punishment, slipping a third finger inside with dominant action. My fingers tightened against the wooden chair. Surely this man realized the possibilities of an escape, though it did not matter, I was to be muted at all times.

His tongue began to work double time with his 'come hither' fingers. To my advantage the performer began her exit music, a signal of intermission. The dynamics of her voice echoed along the theatre, bouncing with several gasps of air from the audience in awe. Just as she sang her last high note, a fourth finger slid inside as my eyes widened and I pushed off of the chair. His free hand gripped my hips, settling me back into place and allowing his flickering tongue to tease my hardened nub again.

My breath shortened, notched with fluctuation and my fingers began to crack the arms of the wooden chair. His head appeared from under my skirt.

"Cum for me…now!"

His words were demanding. If I did not do as he commanded, once again I would be punished. His tongue began gliding over my clit again, nibbling and tugging until his now four fingers hit just the right spot within me. I sat up, breaking the ends of the chair as the crowd stood to their feet, applauding Bordoni for a wonderful performance. Caius slipped his fingers out, instantly grasping my hips, gliding me to his gaping mouth.

Act Two:

The lights dimmed once again and instantly his hands found their way to my cheek, pulling my lips to his. Soft, delicate and lustful were his kisses, trailing across my jaw, inching down my neck. His intentions were obvious though, once again, with one step at a time. A purr escaped my gaping lips and I knew he was proud of his actions.

"Mmm, I do love to hear your satisfaction," he whispered, barely audible.

"And I love the way you…make me wet."

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he leaned forward, lifting my dress and sliding a hand under my petticoat. His finger wiggled against my center causing me to jump slightly with a smirking grin.

"Ah, you are ready."

I shifted my hand, reaching down and instantly grabbing his strong, thick member, moaning as his fluttering fingers began teasing my clit.

"As are you," I mumbled, trailing my tongue and moistening his lips.

With my black cloak still intact, I flashed to his lap, straddling and pulling up the bottom half of my dress. Needless to say that under garments were a thing of the past since becoming a married woman as when the mood hit, we were ready at any point.

My fingers unzipped his pants as the soloist began preforming a favorite song between the two of us.

"Perfect timing," I purred then crushed my lips against his.

His fingers found their way underneath my cloak, pressing against my back. I positioned his now stiff cock to my opening, waiting for the high pitched voice to take flight.

Cue!

His hands held me up as his crimson stared into mine.

"Not so fast," his words purred lightly.

His hips lightly rocked forward only slipping the tip inside before pulling back out.

"Tease," I hissed, rolling my eyes closed as his hand instantly cupped my mouth, silencing me.

"I can be more of a tease if you wish."

My eyes opened, narrowing as they took in his smirking grin. He pulled his hips back, removing himself and I whimpered. He devilishly grinned, turning his attention towards the stage as if forgetting what we were up too.

I leaned into his neck, kissing and nibbling his neck.

"Please," I pleaded with a whimpering voice. "Fuck me. I want your hard cock inside of me."

My tongue fluttered across his earlobe before my teeth clamped down. My hips rocked against his legs, proving my longing desire of wanting him, yet it didn't work. His eyes kept to the stage as if my words held no impact what so ever.

I reached down with my own hand, keeping my lips to his neck as my fingers began tickling my own hardened nub once more. Still, his attention kept towards the stage but I knew he could hear my actions. My breathing pant began with soft moans as I placed my lips next to his ear. I rubbed faster while slipping a finger inside only to return it back to my swollen clit.

"Caius…" I whispered his name, signaling my craving.

Faster my fingers moved as I hesitated in my breathing until my mouth gaped open, moaning to the song until I stiffened, clamping my teeth to his neck to silence the hard release I was experiencing.

But before I finished, his hand flashed to my hips, shoving his arousal inside of me, stretching to comfort his member. My head flew backwards as his hand once again cupped my mouth, silencing me as he knew THAT would make me vocal. I moaned against his hand in ecstasy as his hips began to thrust in contrast with mine.

My fingernails clawed his neck through his shoulder length hair as I finally began to calm down. His hands moved down, grabbing my hips, forcing him deeper inside. Once again I had to silence my cries, wanting strongly to call out his name and tell him exact thoughts of this exciting adventure though could not because of the mixed company around us.

My hips rolled against his as I leaned back to watch his reaction. I moved my lips to the music, singing word for word as our slow, intense sex began to drive my insides insanely crazy as another release began to surface.

"Almost, my queen," he whispered, leaning his head back against the chair, now paying attention to me instead of the stage.

My lips crushed against each other silencing my screams as our thrusts grew quicker. His hands tugged, pulled, moved up to cover my mouth and nose and then…his back pressed against the chair and I heard it crack. Soon our throbbing release kept in time with one another as the last note began to ring through our ears.

The crowd roared to life, standing to their feet as I leaned against him, finally able to moan soft whimpers of delight. I removed myself from his lap pressing the front of my dress as he stood, making himself presentable once again.

"Happy anniversary, my love," he whispered, leaning into my ear and kissing my neck gently.