Warning! This chapter has dubcon. It's not focused on but please take care of yourself.
He twisted Veii up by her hair. Arched back, face convulsed, her arms, tied, formed little fists. She didn't scream or cry, only releasing a reactionary hiss. An etruscan matron until the end, bloody and bruised, still tastefully modest. No rips or holes in her pretty dress. He pulled, then let go. She fell, face into the dirt. No more fighting over Fidenae anymore.
"Am I Agamemnon? And you my Cassandra?"
"Are we both going to get killed?" She spoke in etruscan.
"I don't have a wife."
"Nor an Orestes then." She shifted, trying to stand. "Poor Ruma, no heirs to avenge him."
He laughed, "It's not like you have any either."
Rome let her push herself to her feet. Very impressive, with no arms.
Drunk-like, she swayed close to him. "Has Menrva been whispering in your ear? No one else would have thought to dig under the walls."
"No gods have been talking to me. I've won by myself."
She threw her head back, giggling. "There's your hubris!" She went on for a while, hysterical, tears puffing her eyes red. Rome was surprised she didn't fall.
She calmed and spoke, "I should speak in latin now though, right? Roma. Ruma. Roma. I can barely hear a difference… Ro-ma Roooma."
"Don't butcher it."
"You butcher my language."
Rome frowned. He had always been told his etruscan was great. "Good thing I'm not under your rule then. You don't have to hear it."
She didn't reply. Deliberately, she leaned into him, gently placing her lips onto his. She tasted very metallic. Her breasts pushed against his chest.
Well, Rome wouldn't complain about that.
She pulled back, and whispered, "Are you going to take me, in front of your soldiers? Are you going to be a conqueror? Do it, I want you to."
Rome breathed. Veii had large bags under her eyes, and a dried line of blood under her nose.
"Roma." She faked moaning, then giggled again. "Oh Roma."
If she really wanted it though, how could Rome refuse?
He could take her in the open, many men had done that to the women. She seemed giddy at the idea though. Odd. He did always see Etruscan women interacting with men that weren't their husbands.
He led her to a small grimy alleyway. She kept on murmuring about the gods' will.
He pushed her onto her back, and she lost her coquettish demeanor, being silent and stiff. Only starting to shakily breathe when he entered her. None of the moaning she had used to seduce him.
He wasn't exceptionally violent or sadistic, not as much as some of his men had been. He didn't stop himself from trying to bruise her hips though, or going harder and rougher then he knew she would enjoy. He thought about saying "This is for the Fabii" or "This is for my dead soldiers." He didn't though. He didn't say anything.
When he pulled out, soft, he closed his eyes and collapsed on top of her. She was very warm. He allowed himself to breathe for a while.
He stood when he felt like too much time had passed. He looked down, to admire his work, but Caere trembled in her place.
Rome almost lost his footing. He glanced around. They were not in an alley in Veii, but an alley in Caere that they had walked in to see that Haruspex. He felt nauseous.
Caere tried to stand, like Veii had. But he didn't have the same coordination, and with his arms tied he fell into the dirt. It was pathetic.
Rome kneeled down to help him. He untied the rope, cringing at the indents and burns it left behind.
Caere flipped himself over, and rubbed at his wrists. He had a black eye, and a smear of blood on his cheek. His hair was so messy, Rome wanted to brush it. He spoke in latin. "Did you enjoy that, Roma?" Accented, but blunt and crisp.
He looked so much like Veii.
"I didn't—I didn't know—I wouldn't if—you aren't—"
Caere interrupted him, "Well, you already have. I invited you to. Why do you look like you're about to cry?"
"I respect you."
"Clearly not enough," A beat of silence, "But bless your heart."
X
Rome woke up.
A gleam of sweat covered him. There was semen on his thigh. Veii's voice drifted in his ear, she was saying something to the slaves in another room.
He stood, and rubbed himself clean with his blanket. He decided not to think about his dream.
Author's note/Historical Context: Sorry if it's werid to have Caere say bless your heart... i dont consider myself that southern but I've heard it's a southern phrase so? it sounds natural to me.
The Fabii were a... family(?) that was killed by veii in something i don't remember. They had been consuls but I didn't write much else in my notes so...
Menrva is Minerva, if you couldn't tell.
