Said man wasn't paying attention to anyone but the shrieking, writhing girl in his grip, managing to dodge a dangerous kick from her muscled leg but feeling the full force of the sucker punch she slammed into his chest.
"Ah…" Lucius once again spoke for the Frumentarii, watching as the two wrestled on the ground for dominance. "The girl has been fine until tonight…"
The men surrounding the scene weren't sure whether their leader would be upset or amused, given the situation had grounds for both.
"It is under control, My Lord." Vulpes growled without looking up from the girl beneath him, striking a punch across her face. She retaliated however, knocking her fist powerfully across his jaw with a feral snarl hissing from her bleeding lips.
Caesar gave a bark of laughter at the scene of give and take; every slap, punch or hit Vulpes inflicted the Courier would return it tenfold, with a cat-like screech to boot. "She's a child, Vulpes. Handle her."
Only Lucius seemed to be allowed to laugh along, given the butt of the joke was a man who could kill you in the blink of an eye. The rest of the men surrounding the scene simply stifled their amusement behind strained looks of solemnity.
Vulpes, having had enough of this woman's fists for a life time, hooked his fingers under the hem of her now dirtied shirt, yanking her up after him. The fabric tore high up her chest and the force of his strength caused her head to smash back against the ground.
She was dazed momentarily as Vulpes slung her dirtied, battered body over his shoulder, wiping the ever-increasing blood off his mouth with the back of his hand before nodding stiffly to his leader.
Vera regained her senses half-way back to the tent, giving a mind-numbing scream of the dirtiest profanities Cass taught her as she beat her fists against his hardened back. He didn't even flinch.
The moment the image of the two disappeared into the privacy of Vulpes' warmly lit tent a solid hum of laughter echoed through-out the Fort, only silenced by Lucius' ballistic fist knocking the jaw of one of the punished recruits clean off its hinges.
Vera winced as she hit the ground with a thud, a familiar rock jutting from under the carpet grinding into her spine.
She didn't have time to think of reprisal before Vulpes was on top of her however; his hips dipping down into hers hotly as he ripped the scraps of her shirt clean off her body. The burn of the fabric rubbing tightly against her back hurt, like a rug burn she noted, enough for her to know Vulpes meant it to.
He slapped her across the face once more, for good measure, and grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand while the other yanked the bottom half of her ensemble until it split down the middle. He left the remains of it hanging off her thigh as she snarled up at him, spitting the clotted blood from her mouth into his face.
Vulpes growled lowly as he pushed into her without caution, no true motive other then taking his frustration out on her. His lesson was almost ruined, given her absolutely infuriating behavior. Besides, his anger had gotten the best of him, something that very rarely occurred. He intended to reprimand her for causing such a break in his temper.
Despite her obvious rage the Courier bucked beneath him at the sudden invasion, her choked off moan shuddering through him and racing straight to the heat of his groin.
His free hand settled against her hip, digging his nails into the jutting bone before helping himself to a healthy handful of her rear.
The thrusts into Vera's body had her grinding against the ground, the very force of it inching the couple along the carpeted floor with each movement.
She had to admit, her escape attempt was absolutely pitiful. However, her body was too worked up now; it was either a fuck or a fight at this point. A mix of both? That was pure gold.