Gladiator, best movie ever
Jan. 24th, 2005 07:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilityCommodus touched Lucinda's lips and shivered involuntarily. They were silk under his thumb and he ached to feel them wrapped around his finger. The slave girl- nameless and nearly forgotten - had left him unsatisifed and unfufilled. But Lucinda... he knew that she would match his lust. She would rise to meet his thrusts, perhaps even mount him and allow her own passion to rule their coupling. Commodus shook again and withdrew his finger before his logic fled and he took her on the floor of the Senate.
He sat back and forced his lungs to breath slowly; it would not do to have his condition known. But no matter how he shifted, his arousal still pressed painfully against his armor. He glanced sideways at his sister who had retreated to stand in the shadows cast by the tall columns, away from the curious gazes of the Senators. Commodus sneered and practically growled. Let them stare, let them wonder. It was not there place to critize the Emperor. He could kill with no fear of retribution. And he would, too, if any gave him reason.
The moment between him and his sister had been forgotten, appartently; the discussion had turned to taxing the Hebrews or some other people of little consequence. Commodus allowed himself another few moments of fantasy. He moved again in his seat - no, no more fantasies. He invite her to his room after sundown and, with the statue of his father watching, he mark her as his own.
He sat back and forced his lungs to breath slowly; it would not do to have his condition known. But no matter how he shifted, his arousal still pressed painfully against his armor. He glanced sideways at his sister who had retreated to stand in the shadows cast by the tall columns, away from the curious gazes of the Senators. Commodus sneered and practically growled. Let them stare, let them wonder. It was not there place to critize the Emperor. He could kill with no fear of retribution. And he would, too, if any gave him reason.
The moment between him and his sister had been forgotten, appartently; the discussion had turned to taxing the Hebrews or some other people of little consequence. Commodus allowed himself another few moments of fantasy. He moved again in his seat - no, no more fantasies. He invite her to his room after sundown and, with the statue of his father watching, he mark her as his own.