"Yes… We both will." Vulpes sighed, sounding rather bored as the Courier pressed slow, descending kisses down his calming chest. "Is Abelia occupied? I'd have her and her girls fix the Courier, if not."
Vera looked up curiously at Vulpes, though he still wasn't acknowledging her even as she slid off his lap and onto her knees in front of him, peeking under his armored kilt with a private smirk.
"She is available, I believe." Lucius mused, repressing a chuckle as Vulpes suddenly stiffened, the sight of the Courier's head buried in the man's lap allowing Lucius a moments thought while the couple was preoccupied with new physical sensations. "I'll send my girl for her. Lord Caesar wanted me to let you know, as well, that the Courier is to be escorted by my guard… and, well, I believe you know the other rule, Vulpes."
The man in question was unable to stop the shaken breath that escaped from his tightened lungs, muscles taught with the invading, uninvited pleasure in his groin.
"I do, Lucius, thank you." Vulpes managed to compose himself briefly, gripping a handful of the Courier's hair with a taut jaw and a slight curl to his lip, said woman's roguish eyes flashing up to meet Lucius' stare. "I am well prepared, in fact. I believe Abelia will be able to provide me with all that's needed. When will you need her?"
"Whenever the women are done with her." Lucius replied with a polite smile to his comrade, glancing briefly at the position aforementioned woman was in before giving a parting nod. "And, of course, whenever you are finished with her."
A muffled snicker sounded somewhere from Vulpes' lap, making Lucius' smile widen for the smallest of seconds before he took his leave. "Ave, Vulpes, enjoy yourself."
"Ave." Vulpes called hoarsely after the Praetorian, relaxing in his seat once the tent flaps settled behind the crimson of the man's armor. After a moments rest, Vulpes lifted his reclined head and looked down at the Courier through hooded eyes. "You are utterly appalling; do you realize this woman?"
"Oh, absolutely..." Vera lifted her eyes from her current objective, sliding her tongue up the length of him with a contemptuous smile that had his teeth grinding. "I'm a profligate whore, remember?"
He almost slapped her, though he thought that rather idiotic, given the current location his cock was currently in. One snap of the jaw and he would be shamed and damaged for life, unfit to pass on a legacy. The very thought almost made him withdraw himself from such a vulnerable position, however, the Courier chose to take the entirety of him back into her mouth at once.
The sensation was quite wonderful. He'd felt it not so long ago of course, from the last woman he had taken before the Courier's imprisonment. That had felt quite good as well. Though there was something about the way the Courier handled him, with utter lack of shame and that dark glint of mischief in those eyes of hers.
He had no doubt she was rather good at this from vast amounts of experience, and while that was rather infuriatingly disgusting, it suddenly sparked an epiphany in his slowly fogging mind.
Usually Vulpes would have to object to initiating a lesson so close to the previous. Although, he supposed this could be an exception, given that she was almost begging for it. He could tell the moment that shine of brown in her shadowed eyes glanced up into his, almost daring him with their defiance as she worked her tongue around him.
