Warning! This chapter contains sexual content that is not appropriate for persons under 16 years of age!
Chapter 15: Passion Realized and Plot Underway
Lucilla tried to follow her brother as he walked with Ursa back into the palace. Commodus repeatedly, and finally, managed to ignore his sister and think of what he thought was best for the moment. Ursa explained to Commodus that she had initially been sent to work as a concubine to prove to a group of independant political activists that he was innocent of the senate's accusations. Commodus felt a little unnerved at first, but then Ursa assured him that on no uncertain terms was there anything to their organization but investigations. She had managed to prove to everyone that he was simply very new to the throne and doing an excellent job. Unfortunately, according to her brother's research, any actions that Commodus took would not come into full effect until he had been on the throne for at least three years. He ignored most of this and continued to stare aimlessly into her eyes. She had come back to him, she truly loved him. He looked down at her and randomly pulled her to him, kissing her several times. She smiled and turned away. He took her chin in his hand and looked into her face with admiration.
"Don't ever go again, Ursa. I was a perfect ass without you all day today.", he said stroking her cheek softly.
Ursa smiled and touched his face lovingly. "Oh, Commodus.", she soothed as she kissed his cheek. "No one on earth is perfect." The two laughed and embraced tightly. As they stood feeling more incredible than they had in their lives, a man that Ursa had never seen before came walking up. He smiled brightly.
"My gracious, Sire! It seems you've found a new one while I was gone that you might actually take to your side for once.", the man said as the two turned to face him in surprise. Ursa stared at him in confusion. The man looked angelic and in his late 40's, dressed in fine yet simple tunics. Commodus took Ursa's hand and brought her to his side. "What is your name, young lady?"
"Ursa Luna.", she replied carefully.
"What a lovely name! I suppose you know who I am.", he said with a wink. Ursa looked up at Commodus inquisitively. The man almost gasped like Lucilla at seeing her brother without his crown. "I am Laetus. Keeper of the emperor's concubines. I have heard so much about you, young lady from the others since I got back this morning. The guards also had a few interesting things to say. Did you really save the emperor's life?"
"She most certainly did. We had the most laughable first few nights together, but I think both of us are well past that.", Commodus said as he looked down at Ursa longingly. She smiled back at him. "Go with Laetus, Ursa. He will bring you to me when you're ready."
Ursa nodded. Being the emperor's concubine wasn't such a terrible fate. She would be the favourite without a doubt and perhaps she would someday soon be his wife. She sighed at thinking about this. At the moment, she simply wanted to be with him and nothing more. Convictions set aside and the teachings from her brother since she was an infant came last right now, she wanted him more than the air she was breathing. He motioned for her to follow Laetus and walked quickly towards his bedchamber. Ursa smiled and watched for a second before she walked up to Laetus. He smiled at her and took her hand.
"You are a rarity, my girl. Caesar seems truly enamoured with you. I have kept concubines for his father as well and studied under several other men that kept women. It is very hard to get a royal to give you such genuine attention. Come, we'll get you ready. Tomorrow I will get you a permanent place among the other women.", Laetus said as they walked towards the women's quarters once more.
Lucilla burst into Gracchus's home, frantic. He walked over to her and took her by the shoulders.
"We cannot wait any longer! Ursa made it back to the palace and Commodus will know everything by tomorrow evening. I'm sure of it! We need to act now!", she exclaimed in one long and furious breath. He stared at her in disbelief. "Hurry up, we need to go and get Maximus!"
"My lady, it is near the middle of the night. Proximo will be in his bed by now, everyone will be. I will act quickly, but it will need to be in the morning. It can wait until then. Besides, Ursa is about to lose something precious to her and she will be sorrowing all day tomorrow rather than talking to him about simple things or revealing any plans. Have faith that this will still remain on course.", Gracchus said soothingly. She breathed heavily for a moment and then nodded. "Now, in the meantime I suggest you go to Cicero and find out what happened to him. He must have been detained from giving her a second dose of the draught for some reason."
Lucilla nodded and turned away. She drew in a deep breath and gathered resolve in her chest.
Ursa was led into the emperor's bedchamber. She trembled with excitement and fear. Being accepted as a concubine did not mean a simple ceremony where she was given the right to reside in the palace and given the order to go before the emperor when called for. Tonight, she would give him the most precious part of her tender exsistance to prove her loyalty and dedicate herself to his pleasure. She would give him her full virginity. She was led over to the bed by two of the guards that Laetus had selected. Laetus accompanied them. After hearing what trouble the young girl had given the emperor upon her first night, he felt that it would be best to at least have her wrists bound until the emperor decided to allow her free movement. A frightened young girl could become volatile, Laetus had seen it. He ordered the guards with him to tie her wrists together. Ursa felt a quiver of fear run through her at this, but calmed herself with the reassurance that there was more than a very good chance that Commodus was in love with her. Laetus looked her over once more. She had been stripped of everything save a loincloth and a very simple robe that reached a little below her knees. She sighed and looked up once more at the keeper of the women in the palace. He smiled at her.
"Good luck, child. He seems to truly adore you. I hope you find the same joy in him.", Laetus said sweetly. He had been very impressed by the kindness Ursa had shown Commodus and even more impressed at the tenderness Commodus had shown her. It seemed as if he wanted to do more than simply take her as a concubine. He sighed and left the room. Ursa lay still and quiet, breathing deeply and praying softly. After a moment, the doors to the chamber opened slightly. Commodus entered, feeling a similar fear and the same excitement that Ursa was now experiencing. He inhaled deeply and removed everything but the undergarment that covered his masculinity. He felt the chill of the night trying to embrace him as he hoped Ursa would. He walked over to the bed and climbed onto the edge at the base. Ursa sat on her knees on the centre of the bed with her arms and wrists in front of her, looking down calmly. He sighed and scooted close to her, placing one hand on each knee. She looked up at him with a measure of relief.
"Are you ready, Ursa?", he asked softly. She nodded. "There is no going back after this."
She smiled, fighting back her trembling. "I know, I am more than willing. I love you.", she said calmly. He reached over with a small dagger and sliced through the ropes that cruelly prevented her from embracing him. As she moved to wrap her arms around him, he placed one hand on either elbow and held her to the bed.
"Not yet.", he said. "Before I take you, I will enjoy you.", he said softly leaning towards her. He placed his lips against hers in a simple, but very touching kiss. She smiled as he lifted himself back up. "I am going to begin. Do not move away. Make the noises and movements you wish, but do not move away or close your eyes.", he instructed. Ursa stared at him confusedly. He had always been more tender with her than any other man would have been. Was he truly going to treat her, his slave, as a dear lover? She nodded to him. He reached behind her and moved her to a position propped up against the lavish pillows at the head of the bed. He removed her simple robe carefully and tossed it to the floor. Ursa breathed deeply and locked eyes with him. If he wanted her to keep her eyes open, then she wanted to see him and only him. He reached behind her knees and softly unfolded her legs, then parted them enough to kneel several inches away from her loincloth. He met her gaze and reached up to either side of her face with both hands. He started at her jaw and began to trace the delicate features of her visage with tremendous pleasure. He stroked her cheeks, gently touched her nose, carressed her forehead and chin, then traced the shape of each ear. Ursa breathed deeply at the small jolts of ecstasy running through her. He looked deeply at her. "Good?"
"Yes.", she replied quietly. He smiled and reached forward, kissing her softly on the left side of her jaw. Ursa smiled brightly and immediately recaptured his gaze as he sat back. He moved both hands down either side of her neck and throat. His fingers slid easily over the pale skin as if he were her own breath moving outside her body. He traced her features down to her collar and then moved each hand out to her shoulders. He lingered, making small circles over her shoulders for a brief second.
"Good?", he asked again.
"Yes.", she replied. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed the centre of her neckline. Ursa felt a soft moan forming in her throat as well as a small fire beginning to burn in her uncharted girlhood. She shifted slightly as he met her gaze and began to move his hands. He slid his fingertips down front of her arms until reaching the bend in her elbow. He slid both hands behind the elbows and began tracing the delicate backs of her arms up to the wrists. His fingers moved over the wrists softly and then over the palms coming to rest on her own fingers. He grasped the stems of her fingers in each hand and raised them up to him. He turned her hands over and sweetly kissed the underside of both wrists at once. She smiled brightly at feeling his breath against her pulse. He looked up at her in a more serious manner.
"Do not close your eyes, Ursa. Look at me and me alone.", he said firmly but softly. Ursa stayed very still except for the slight nod she gave and waited. He leaned forward a little, not moving his eyes away from hers. He was about to handle a territory before forbidden to all men. He breathed slowly and tried to focus on being as gentle with her as possible. His hands rested on the tops of her warm, round, breasts. Ursa gasped and started to look away. "Look at me, Ursa.", he reminded. She obeyed immediately as he began to softly rake his fingers over the roundness of her. He avoided the nipples, concentrating on the warm flesh that filled each of his hands. He circled all apendages around the warm bossom for a moment before finally taking each delicate nipple in the grip of only his fingertips. Ursa gasped once more, but remained fixed to his eyes. He gently cupped each breast in his hands and looked directly into her spirit. "Good?"
"Yes.", she breathed. He smiled and almost moaned as he leaned forward. He carefully moved his face into the warm flesh between her breasts. He kissed the soft skin and allowed the moan to surface. Ursa shivered at the sound of him. He felt this and smiled. She was a little frightened, but most definitely dedicated to this. He released her bossoms and moved downward, softly stroking her belly. Ursa was used to having contact on this area. Her older brother had often found it amusing to tickle her belly playfully. The sensations that were moving through her at the soft touches of her new master didn't exactly tickle, they tingled with a warmth that seemed to well from within her deepest regions. She sighed softly and shifted a little at a slight jolt of electric energy that shook her when he touched just above her groin. He looked up at her.
"Good?", he asked in a whisper. She nodded. He leaned forward with a hand on either side of her waist, pulling her belly to him. She felt his mouth cover her navel. She suddenly gasped loudly as he entered her navel with his tongue. He tenderly explored the sensitive centre of her outer beauty. She shuddered and moaned loudly. He carefully moved away from her, going as slowly as his own passions would allow. He reached down with both hands and began to trace the backs of both legs starting at her thighs. She moved a little as these sensations made her twitch more than anything up until then. He softly, and slowly traced her leg until he arrived at her knee. He leaned forward and softly kissed the side of her left knee. She smiled and continued to watch him. He traced down the rest of her leg, slding gently over the calf and achilles. His hands reached her soft and very delicate feet. He lingered over her heels for a moment, drawing small circles on them with his index finger. She breathed sharply and tilted her head back a little at the feel of this. He traced forward, moving easily over her soles, instep, and up to the pads of her toes. Ursa watched in delight as he lifted her left foot to his face and softly kissed the inner ankle. She moaned again as he did the same to her right ankle. After this, he put both hands back at her legs, this time at the front of her legs. He smiled brightly as he carressed her shins up to her kneecaps. Then he moved slowly up to her knees once more and kissed the side of her right knee sweetly. He continued to the top of each thigh and waited. He was dangerously close to the centre of her labyrinth and was now more than ready to plunge into it. He looked up at her and sat up. He leaned forward and met her nose with his. "Are you ready for me?", he asked.
She looked up at him. The last remnants of her terror were losing emmensely to the pleasure and excitement that he had just given her. She smiled.
"Yes, Commodus. I am yours, take me.", she replied in a sensual whisper. He felt his pulse begin to throb as harshly as war drums. His own pleasure had been put to the side until now. He only hoped that once he was enveloped in her tender heat, he could continue to control himself for as long as possible until she was fulfilled. He cared deeply for her and wanted this night to be the most incredible for her, not frightening and painful. He looked into her eyes and smiled as he leaned down, pressing his lips more firmly against hers. As they remained locked in this heavenly kiss, he pulled her forward and tossed several of the pillows to the side. He kept his face and spirit ontop of hers as he reached down and removed her loincloth. Ursa felt heat wash over her. Under any other circumstance, shame would have jarred her into a fit of tears and screaming, but this was nothing to be ashamed of. It was her duty as a concubine to please him and he was most certainly madly in love with her. He moved away from her and reached down to make sure she was ready for this. Ursa gasped and gave a small cry as he reached his hand down to her forbidden treasure and went inside slightly. She opened further for him, coursing with heat and passion like a rare jungle flower in the mid afternoon; when kissed by the heat of the sun, opening its petals to display the truth of its beauty to the world. She jumped a little. This was not the full effect of what was about to befall her, but it was nothing like she had ever felt before. He removed his hand when he felt the overabundance of sweet honey pouring from her eager hive. He shifted himself and removed the undergarment, allowing his enormity to reach its full potential. Ursa could not see all of this, but could see a small portion of him in the dim candle light. She gasped again, realizing that he was about to fully take her innocence. Never the less, she was ready for him. He carefully pushed her thighs apart and scooted closer to her warm valley. He reached behind her and took hold of the backs of each thigh.
"Don't be afraid, Ursa. I will guide you. I am told there is pain, but the end result is far from unpleasant.", he reassured. Before Ursa could say anything else, he positioned himself in front of her and entered her as cautiously as he could. He moved in a few centimeters and waited. Ursa felt her delicate maidenhead stretch beyond its limits and tear mercilessly. She shrieked a little and arched her back under him. He gripped her thighs and pulled her to him, entering her as far as he dared. Ursa cried out slightly again and writhed a little. He remained motionless, allowing her to make herself comfortable around his glowing blade. After he was sure that she wasn't hurt and she was ready to continue, he moved out of her a little allowing her hips and thighs to relax. He was overwhelmed at how tightly she fit around him. He suddenly thrust forward, a little more harshly and quickly. He pulled her up by her thighs and brought them closer than ever. She moaned and felt another stab of slight pain, but ignored it for the rest of what she was feeling. He continued a steady rythm back and forth, in and out, relaxing and tensing. All the while moving her hips and thighs instructively and getting closer and closer to the edge of her womb. He moved closer to her and leaned over her, releasing her thighs. With one arm, he grasped her around her left side and pulled her chest to him as he lay almost entirely on top of her. With the other, he rested his fingers commandingly over the tiny blossom that initiated her pleasures. She arched her back and began to ready for a most intense climax. He sensed this and thrust further within her. She cried out. Not in pain this time, but in sheer ecstasy.
She looked up at him, demanding him to giver her the release she had kept within herself for all of her girlhood. He leaned forward, kissing her as he stroked the swollen bud. Ursa moaned and gasped even as the two kissed. He leaned back and continued the rythm inside her until he felt all control gone. Ursa felt an enormous storm welling within her with every powerful surge of his manhood. He could feel every ounce of heat in her body swirling around him, carressing his very essence with such wonderful precision. He felt every muscle in his body contract in pure joy as the final surge of his prowess forced into her in one powerful stream.Ursa felt heat and strain in every limb in her body, then a sudden rush of tingling warmth that radiated from the inside of her head all the way down to her feet. It was overwhelming and amazing all at once. Ursa let out a tremendous scream of pleasure and writhed uncontrollably beneath him. Her pleasure had been fulfilled just as he had desired. Both sighed in exhaustion and fell onto one another. Commodus lay breathing heavily beside her, no longer exploring the warm cavern of her female energies. He sighed and pulled her to him, looking down into her eyes. The brilliant green shone up at him with gratitude and fervent desire. She would want him more from now on, and he would want her. He reached both arms behind her back and pulled her to him so that her head lay against his chest. She snuggled up to his chiseled form. He smiled with true delight and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Ursa Luna.", he said smiling. Ursa smiled back, but closed her eyes and fell into a wonderful sleep. The next day would need to be quiet for her sake, but he had every intention of bringing her before the senate nonetheless. He hadn't taken her to his bed as his concubine, he had just taken a wife. He laid back against the last of the pillows, still holding onto his beloved. He couldn't remember ever feeling so warm, happy, satisfied, and safe in all of his life. Neither could Ursa.
On the other side of Rome, Cicero began to awaken. He looked around and groaned, then gasped as he realized that his sister was gone. He leapt to his feet and went to race towards the palace. Peace on one side of the capital and turmoil on the other made for an interesting change in the atmosphere for all citizens that night even in their dreams