Silus quickly parted the tent and pulled Maude into his arms. She laughed and smiled, looking into his yellow reptilian eyes. He then leaned in and kissed her hard, using the back of his hand to keep her from pulling away. She yielded to his kiss and returned it with several small feverish kisses down the side of his face and neck.
"It's been a long time," she murmured.
Silus then pressed her face between his thumb and fingers and said "Yes, you mentioned you were married before. After tonight you'll think those death claws did you a favor."
Maude laughed at his cockiness, it seemed charming at this moment, and she didn't want to ruin the mood by getting mad. "Big words to live up to."
Silus then growled at her in his throat and said "Woman, I have wondered sense I saw in that tacky wife beater and baggy pants what you would look like standing before me naked. If you're smart, if you want to avoid a slave collar, I'd suggest taking that dress off fast."
Maude blushed a little bit and stepped back from him. She reached down to unbuckle the small belt holding her dress together just below the bust. She then pulled the skirt slowly up, revealing a pair of pale but well shaped legs, and then pulled the rest of her dress over her head as gracefully as possible. The flowers in her hair fell at her feet, lining the way for her lover to approach.
Silus moved forward with the pent up tension of a coiled snake, and touched her on the hip, caressing, and marveling at how lovely her curves were. She obviously knew a day's work, but not the hard labor that leaves so many slaves slightly boyish. He then moved his hand up her side and brushed his fingers along two pale pink nipples. He then slid his left hand behind her head, and drew her close like he was going to kiss her.
"Maude, you are a precious thing. Now tend to your husband's armor carefully. Remove it and set it on the chair."
There was something confident and commanding in his tone that made Maude feel a slow burning fire inside of her. She let her fingers trail across the collar of his armor as she walked around behind him, and began to fidget with the clasps. She removed each piece, working her way down to the leather cingulum that was wrapped around his waist. He stood there in his rust colored tunic as she bit her lip teasingly and bent over to untie his sandals. Silus no longer felt the need to hold back, and caressed her backside as she untied them.
Maude stood and blushed at the sight of his muscular and eager body, the rust dyed cloth doing little to mask his excitement. He pulled her close to him by the hips and firmly bit her neck. She whimpered and let her fingers run along the tunic's hem and tugged at it gently. He plied the tunic from his skin. His body was firm and muscular, befitting of a Hellenistic sculpture.
Silus then pressed her down to the rug on the ground, kissing her firmly. She yielded and slid back, allowing him to pull himself between her legs, and pressing his urgency against her opening. He then shifted up and pushed himself deep inside of her, causing a moan of excitement as she felt wrapped her legs tight around him.
He growled again into her ear and began to thrust firmly inside of her, and she kissed him letting her urgency show. He met her kiss with a more passionate one and began to thrust harder. He released her lips and used his arms to push down on her shoulders, pinning her beneath him. She realized his need to feel in control of her but lost the train of thought as her body began to tremble with her own orgasms. Her muscle contractions and little whimpers made him wild and he quickly came to his own completion.
Maude reached over and removed a few stray clumps of hair from his face, and he nipped at the side of one of her perk breasts. Silus groaned into her chest, moved his arms underneath her, and shook her from side to side.
"Tell Caesar I quit, that I'm going to just spend the rest of my life here between your breasts."
Maude laughed, "I think you'd end up with more of those lashes on your back if you informed the Emperor of the Legion that you didn't care to work so that you could remain planted between your wife's breasts."
Silus responded with his mouth still muffled by her skin "Mmmmm, if he saw them he'd understand."
"Maybe he would. We could go outside and ask him if he'd like to take a peak."
Silus then smacked her hip with his hand and tiredly stated, "You will do no such thing, bad woman."
She didn't respond and kept playing with his hair. After a few minutes he lazily looked up at her. "I guess I'll keep you…So…Explain to me why you came to work in that abysmal NCR hell hole. I would like to understand you better."
Maude adjusted herself underneath him a little and said a bit sadly "I thought I already told you…Deathclaws..Dead husband…Never ending contract."
"Mmmmm…I suppose I crave more detail..The Profligates seem quite insistent that they don't have slaves, and yet you seem to stand out as an example of that being false."
Maude sighed and ran her hand through her own hair. She had a feeling he wouldn't drop this until she gave him more of an answer.
"I feel in love with a boy who worked for the Crimson Caravan Company when I was 17. At the time I was just the daughter of a poor farmer working an NCR farm. Well in the long run I found out he liked me too, and we both got married really young. We lived together for 3 years, and I started picking up Crimson Caravan Contracts.
You see Crimson Caravan doesn't really pay all that well, you get on a contract with them and you only have a few caps left at the end because they take out fines for your basic upkeep, food, and care. Sometimes if they fine you excessively or if you negotiated a poor contract you end up owing them at the end.
Paul…My first husband, scraped up enough caps after his father died to be able to apply them as a deposit on a contract for a risky caravan run. He needed my help to pay for it, so he structured it so that I was a non-participating clause to the contract, and owed in with our having to do work. If he'd have gotten his goods successfully to market we would've been rich. If the goods never made it to market, due to theft or negligence...Well basically the funds would have bought us both out of 25 year contracts...If one of us died the other had to pick up the remaining years on the other's contract. Crimson Caravan doesn't usually do these contracts, cause few people have the caps...But when they do it can be really profitable for everyone, so they tend to not refuse them.
Well..He got half way to market when a group of deathclaws descended on him and the guard. So I ended up 20 years old with a 50 year contract on me. You know, most people don't live to 70 in the wasteland, so everyone knew I was going to be stuck there for life. One of the supervisors liked me, and took pity, and instead of putting me on hard labor, he enlisted me as a maid for the NCR camp nearby.
So I spent 6 months cleaning up after lazy soldiers at McCarran…Until this handsome dark haired Legionary showed up and convinced me to help him out."
Silus nodded, and squeezed her body firmly. She wondered if he was trying to be reassuring, and didn't know how to verbalize comfort. They remained in silence, each with private thoughts, until Silus began to kiss her, and so it went until morning.