A few appointed priestesses parted the velvet curtains that served as a door. They were dressed in ceremonial robes adorned with peacock feathers. A belt made out of green tortoise shell was girdled at their waists. Thousands of sacrificial, white doves were locked in elegant cages above us.

I hesitantly went inside. The priestesses giggled to themselves and closed the door once more.

The inside was a bit dim. Only a handful of candles was lit. It took me awhile to get use to the lighting. A replica of Venus' statue on Rome stood as the centrepiece. The goddess' feet was strewn with soft red pillows and abstract linen. Rose petals of different colours were strewn on the cushions.

A figure sat upon the cushions. She was combing her long golden hair with a comb. Her transparent robe hid little to the eye. She stood up and seductively approached me, her voluptuous hips swaying gracefully.

What a sight to behold!

"I'm glad you came." Jeanne brushed her hand on my chest. "Caesar."

I blushed wildly. My eyes were glued on her delicate body. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"I wish to fulfil my duty to Venus. I wasn't able to do it in my past life." Jeanne explained as she unbuttoned my vest. Her hot breath tickled my not so innocent senses. "And I have heard from the senators you haven't fulfilled your duty as well."

"You don't have to do this." It was hard to control myself. The scent of her hair was driving me wild.

Jeanne bent on her knees and unzipped my pants. I was in her control. Lust was drowning all my thoughts. We both blushed as she stared at my length hardening before her. "I wish to serve you." She said as she began to rub my length. "I can't thank you enough for helping me."

I let out a moan as Jeanne pulled the foreskin back to expose the head. Her wet, warm tongue bobbed from my base to the tips. She left nothing unattended. She licked the head once more as she slowly sucked it in.

She was so good that she was able to shut an orator up.

I was losing myself to the powerful sensations. Pressure began to well up inside me. I was approaching to the climax.

Jeanne stopped abruptly. The sensations stopped.

She trailed a few kisses on my still hard flesh. Nothing more. I was disappointed.

"Why did you stop?" I panted.

"You think I'll let you go that easily?" Jeanne whispered as she played with my length once more. "I'll torture you first."

I pinned her to the ground, her back arched on the pillows. I was not fond of teasing. I ripped her transparent gown to rags, exposing her hot, curvy body. She was the prey and I was the beast.

"It's embarrassing!" Jeanne protested as I pried her legs open. "Don't look!"

"I like the view." I grinned mischievously. I parted her petals with my fingers.

She gasped in surprise when I repeatedly flicked my tongue on her engorged nub. I was eating her alive. Jeanne said something in protest but she did nothing to stop me. Instead she opened her legs wider to give me more access. I plunged my tongue inside her, exploring her warm walls. Her body writhed in pleasure every time I brushed a sensitive spot. Her sweet honey filled my mouth to the brim.

Jeanne whimpered impatiently when I withdrew my tongue. Her musky taste still lingered in my mouth. She wanted more, I can tell from her wetness dripping down from her inner thighs.

She moaned in ecstasy as I nipped one of her breasts alternatively. Her screams of pleasure drove blood to my already hard length. The loss of attention in her nub made her want to touch herself. I stopped her hand and sucked her fingers hungrily.

"Are you ready?" I wrapped her legs on my hips. Jeanne lays back instinctively, her golden hair sprawled messily on the pillows.

"I'm still a virgin." Jeanne gasped. "I'm scared."

"I'll be gentle." I assured her. "If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop."

I rubbed my length on her glistening entrance. She looked at me imploringly, encouraging me to do more.

I clasped her idle right hand as I slowly penetrated her. I tried my best to lessen her discomfort. She let out a cry of pain as I ruptured something inside. Tiny droplets of blood splattered in the cushions.

"Caesar." Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Does it hurt? Should I stop?"

"It hurts… a little. It's tolerable." Jeanne said tenderly. "You can move some more if you like."

Back then war was the only thing that I cared about. War was my passion. But now I realized that I missed so much in life. There was so many things to experience. So much more to feel. One smile from her opened my stone heart. And her name became the world.

I moved slowly into her. Slowly and patiently. It was her first time and I want to make it memorable for the both of us.

"Faster… faster!" She moaned. "Move faster you dumb ass!"

I was fairly surprised that after she got used to the pain she started calling me 'bitch' and man-whore. Things got wild and sexy afterwards. We spent the next moments fighting for dominance. We were shouting curses and each other's name as we approached to the climax. She came first and her walls tightened on my length, making me come after her.


Nightfall came quickly. We were still lying on the cushions with only a blanket to cover us. Our clothes lay scattered across the newly built temple. The place was ours for the whole day; there was no one to interrupt us.

Jeanne was fast asleep beside me, her head resting on my arm.

We were so close yet so far away.

I stroked her hair forlornly. Tomorrow I will be back on Rome, a thousand miles away. I will bring only memories and regret with me. My heart raced like a thousand legions rushing into battle, shaking the very earth with their marches. The sensual images still burned in my mind, which I forced to shut out.

There were times that I wished that she was still the golden statue I fell in love with. That finely chiselled smile of hers that greeted me during those three months. The one that postured lovingly on her pedestal. It was selfish of me to keep her to myself. But I didn't want to let go of her either. She would always be the little secret I kept.

Jeanne turned around in her sleep and embraced me. It made me feel better. Something inside wants to ask if she loves me. But I was afraid to look weak. My feelings jumbled up in a confusing and a heart-breaking mess.

My beloved woke up, her big beautiful eyes gazing into mine. My doubts and my own hesitations seem to drown in her ocean like eyes.

"What's wrong? Did I cut off your blood supply or something?" She teasingly laid back to my arm once more. "I'll make it so numb that you'll have no choice but to cut it off!"

"What will you do with my arm then?"

"I'll make it my bed buddy." Jeanne giggled girlishly. It was rare when she does that. "So I can always have a piece of you with me."

"That's a little creepy..." Millions of questions ran into my mind. So much to ask, so little time. She was the right person. I have to make the right question. "Jeanne, don't mind me asking but." I started. "If you're a virgin, why are you experienced?"

Jeanne looked at me in surprise. "Didn't you read anything about it in history books?"

I was somewhat puzzled. "No."

Jeanne chuckled uneasily. "I'm already married."

"You're married?!" I had accidentally committed adultery this whole time. "That doesn't make any sense?!"

"I used to be." Jeanne clarified. "Before my kingdom was sacked by the Romans, my father had married me off to a wealthy old king. Gods, he was so old that a sneeze could kill him! Before I was married I was given some 'lessons'. It was a wife's duty to please her husband in bed. I guess I was so good that I gave him a heart attack mid fellatio."

"You were trying to murder me all this time." I said uneasily.

"That's why I stopped midway." Jeanne winked smugly. "So I can kill you slowly. Once you're dead I'll take over Rome as Her new Empress!"

She took out a knife from her side. In a quick, blurry motion she held the weapon close to my neck. The metal's coldness bit on my skin.

"You were going to betray me after all we had been through." I said disappointedly.

"This was all my plan." Jeanne chuckled evilly. "I knew you were going to come after me once I stopped writing back. You are a fly caught in my web. You are my hostage now. Do whatever I say and I will grant your safety."

"Kill me." I replied nonchalantly. "Kill me then. Your actions have caused a greater pain no physical wound could match."

"Tch." Jeanne frowned. She eased the knife away. "You're too serious! Just play along!"

Play along? What could she mean? Is this a joke of sorts? I decided to do so. "I will grant everything you wish. Please spare my life."

"Take me as your wife." Jeanne demanded in a nonthreatening voice. "You have to marry me no matter what. You have deflowered me before nuptial. No man will take me now. I will be exiled from society and will live the rest of my life in shame. I will die alone and forgotten. You don't want that, do you?"

She managed to blackmail me with her own diabolical plot. The worst part is she managed convince to the whole senate with it. She's sneakier than I thought. Conspiracy was her own little way of showing her affection. If treachery was love, then I want more.

"I was going to marry you. That's why I came here." I said endearingly. "The honeymoon just came first."

"Oh, I made a total fool of myself!" Jeanne grinned sheepishly. "Forgive this desperate rascal. I'm just suffering from post-war syndromes. Every now and then when I hear a loud sound I automatically duck for cover. I haven't gotten over schemes yet-"

"I like you just the way you are." I gave her a surprise kiss on her lips. "And I want you to stay that way."


Author's Note:

Sorry for the eye sore folks! *hands you holy water eye drops* I'm not good with smexy stuff at all. I just wanted to try out smut, that's all.

"Now let's all agree to never be creative again."- Sketchpad from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared