When in Rome...(Silver & Haldir)

[Haldir]

Emperor Vadrien was one of the lucky few born to excess. He lounged lazily in the throne perched over the center of the gladiatorial with not even the slightest hint of interest in the blood being shed below. He looked around the small, private "box" that most of his family and the most influential people of Rome occupied, he looked at each of them with the same bored expression, even his wife, who seemed to take great interest in the men fighting below. He shook his head, his eyes catching a peculiar sight, an empty seat. Rumor was, people had killed for such seats before, and now one stood empty, almost in mocking defiance to the thirty-eight year old ruler. He scanned over the crowd again, now with his hawk-like gaze going over every face, soon, with a private smirk of understanding, he knew who was missing. He wistfully, and almost dreamily sighed, his mind wandering with great interest to the possibilities of what could hold his sister from such a spectacle.

Vadrien had never really noticed his sister until about four years ago. She was born far later in his ailing parent's lifetime, and was not even expected to survive, being called "A gift from the gods themselves." In her later years, she certainly lived up to that name. It was a particular banquet, where Vadrien caught sight of a woman he was instantly stricken by. Her face was surely that of Venus herself! He lusted secretly for this woman, only to be shocked with the news that this woman was his younger sibling, a most disappointing development.

He was shaken from his reverie by the sudden uproar of the crowds around him, people cheered, people screamed and chanted their respective verdict on the fallen warrior below. Vadrien looked around at all the eager faces who now waited with baited breath for his judgment. He scanned the box, and crowd quickly, before raising his thumb skyward, cheers ripped through the crowd as the warrior rose his sword at an angle in salute, bowed, and sheathed his sword, sparing the fallen gladiator. He smiled at the crowd, and rose, searching for someone who could tell him where his sister had run off to.

 

[Silver Lining]

Dulcia was not interested in such violence at all, and rebelliously she ritually paid no mind to the century old tradition of their people. Such brilliantly showed in how she wasn't present, and instead remained at their beautiful home, locked within her quarters of rich silks, elegant robes and rare treasures. She was partaking in one of her guilty pleasures, those long lashes of gold fluttering in a mischievous rhythm whilst she gazed upon the upper expanse of her bed. The ceiling was littered in hand-woven cloth, mimicking the beautiful night skies that often covered Rome each evening.

She was a vision, lying blissfully nude amongst her many sheets, tresses the hue of honey splayed about like a halo around her head. It felt marvelous, being this bare and vulnerable within the private confines of the palace. Surely any man would give their life to have a glimpse of this heavenly apparition, the young royalty the most sought after catch within the lands. Men of other legions were practically drooling over the young Dulcia, allowing the nymph to have every right in flaunting about her assets.

Oh, she teased...yet she was loyal to the heir. Her older brother had most of the spotlight settled upon him, and Dulcia didn't mind so. Their parents were quite proud of their son, and she often boasted about being the apple of her older brother's eye. It wasn't a secret that they were intriguingly close and often she wondered herself, how close her brother wanted them to be. Would she be opposed to trifling with those dangers? To allow his fingers to linger far longer than they were initially suppose to...to let their lips and tongues tangle until they were gasping for air? Dulcia's heartbeat began to quicken, forcing her thighs to part with a soft sweep across the fabric which stuck to her flesh.

She often dreamt of him...watched his beloved wife with a possessive eye...Dulcia was beyond sinful, especially now. What would he do? If he knew she touched herself and his name left her mouth in gentle whispers? The young woman tipped her head to the side, feeling the gentle breeze of the afternoon flutter past her open veranda and graze the naked skin of her frame. "Hnn..." Dulcia wondered briefly who had won the fight, before her thoughts twisted back into a fantasy that could never, and would never come true.

 

[Haldir]

After a few moments of searching, a slave told reported he had not even seen her leave the palace with the rest of the family's "entourage" when they had first left, which mean she was most likely at home, probably enjoying the time she had alone. He sighed, and nodded, dismissing the slave, and looking around, his wife was being her typical self, taking time to absorb the latest whispers of the court. The crowds of commoners were beginning to file out of the grand colosseum, the nobility of course left to waste the day as they saw fit.

Vadrien had always preferred walking, so at times like these, he took advantage of it. Surrounded by nearly twenty soldiers, he casually strode the short distance from the structure, to the grand sight of the Royal Palace. It's opulence and beauty were nearly unmatched in the grand city, he strolled up the marble steps with almost eager anticipation, it had been many months since he had seen his sister in non-social function. Most times his duties, and his jealous companion occupied the his time. As he stepped through the doors, the men dispersed, assuming their positions along the walls, leaving Vadrien to walk the halls of his home alone. He quietly walked to the secluded area of the house where the bedrooms sat, when he saw the grand doors of the rooms, he strode by, making sure that his fine boots hit the floor hard, making his prescense known to anyone in the area of the palace

 

[Silver Lining]

Amongst their blossoming day of newfound marriage, Dulcia was forced to listen to her brother and his beloved wife make love day in and day out. Now, her cries for more had died down to an annoying buzz of incoherent mumbling, forcing the young royal to often sneak out onto her veranda, where she stood boldly above the city, nude and buzzing with temperament. Was she jealous? Dulcia would never admit such a fault, and instead, would sought after getting her brother back in return. Oh, how cruel this young rose could be, yet she knew it would eventually mount into a situation where both of them could no longer deny their carnal desires. The girl's mouth curled into a wicked smile then, when she heard the ominous resonance of boots hitting the marble which lined the hallway outside her quarters.

He had come to find her...

Soon enough, the telltale creak of a door opening resounded, and the Emperor would be graced with the delicious sight of a young, shapely leg stepping out from the behind. Followed by its twin, and soon, the rest of his sister's glorious body. She stood in the middle of the hallway, her legs pressed tight together and arms dangling at her sides whilst her hair fell about her face in messy rivulets. She hadn't clothed herself, and instead opted to allow the perverse ruler a healthy eyeful of what he fantasized about.

"Are you lost, big brother," she cooed, her eyes twinkling with a fiery disposition that was anything but naive. She enjoyed this game of cat and mouse, pulling and pushing. Who was going to break first? Dulcia had the inclination that Vadrien was close to his breaking point. To taunt even further, she rebelliously pushed away her hair, the graceful sweeping allowing for the entirety of her nudity to be exposed. From the firm yet soft swells of her perfect breasts, to the indents of curved hipbones and down to the trimmed patch of golden curls growing between her thighs, shaved and smooth. The urge to laugh was growing, yet she only smiled innocently, not yet willing to give up her ploy on acting oblivious to her doings.

 

[Haldir]

What a difference eight years made! He could still remember the younger, far more energetic Lucilla, his wife. He smiled as he remembered her insatiable appetite for him, her continuous drive to please him. Oh, such were the "gold days" of their marriage, where she would wait eagerly for him, please him, and eave him eager to end the day, for at night, the rooms adjoining their grand chamber would resonate with her rather audible cries...

He sighed, frowning deeply as he recalled the much more boring Lucilla. Age had not been kind to her, two years his junior, and she looked to be his senior, and she resented him for it. She hated him for still looking nearly unchanged by the weathering of time, while she aged forward, almost as if bearing it for them both. No, Lucilla was a bitter woman entering her later years without the grace and beauty that she had once been blessed with.

But Dulcia...

He stopped as the door creaked open, his gaze had been aimed for the floor until that moment, and his eyes traced the shapely leg within seconds, he smirked as it's twin joined it, and then their lovely, and naked charge appeared. HE rather shamelessly took his time to bring his gaze from the view of her bare feet against the starkly white, and polished marble, to her deep hazel eyes. He locked his gaze with hers and smirked, obviously this was no accident, the many months and years had been leading up, building to this moment.

"Aren't you forgetting some...garments, little sister?" he responded, his deep voice was low, as if the walls themselves were listening, he took a few steps closer to her, his broad shoulders pulled back as his arms rested behind his back, his stance unmistakably that of a soldier. He stopped inches from her, his eyes seemed to burn with desire, he did nothing to hide that fact, but he was not going to be the one to break. No. First, he would play with her, he watched her, almost like a predator watched prey, waiting for the best moment to strike out.

 

[Silver Lining]

Dulcia gave her older brother a lot of credit, after all, he hadn't caved in yet. Any man put before her would fall to his knees, begging to be lain with the young beauty. But Vadrien, he teased her right back and it was a delight. She was young and full of life, she wanted to draw this out as long as she possibly could and planned on winning this silent little game of theirs. Oh, she had plenty planned for the man standing in front of her, after all. Though naive to the ways of the body and the act of carnal desire, she was not at all new to the acts of wit.

Mirroring his gaze, she allowed her eyes to drop towards his groin shamelessly, knowing that girth would do wonders to her body. She hadn't been touched by anyone, and her loins were aching to be graced with brilliant pleasure that only a man could bless her with. "Garments," she repeated with a light tone, "Are you implying that I shouldn't stroll through our halls nude? Perhaps one of the guards would see me," Dulcia inclined teasingly. It wouldn't be the first time, after all, and frankly she didn't mind. The attention was welcomed...she strived for such.

"I do believe, big brother...that I should be the one asking why your gape lingers on me longer than it should," she murmured, daring to take a step closer, the warmth of her body unmistakably sinking into his flesh. "Mother and father would be most disappointed in you if they knew you looked towards your little sister with the same gaze you used to give your wife..." A challenge? Not at all.

A taunt? Most certainly, she was dying to press his buttons and make him snap.

Her chin tipped upwards then and she grinned, lips nearly touching his own while she raised upon her tippy toes, fingertips childishly walking across his broad shoulders. "You're looking at me as if you want to eat me up..."

 

[Haldir]

His eyes stayed on hers the entire time she spoke and moved closer to him, his gaze was almost unnerving, lustful, but also very firm. The thoughts that were flying in his head caused his member to swell as it became engorged with the blood rushing to it, she could definitely begin to see it through the light garments he wore. "Implying? Oh no. We are free to do as we will, remember? But dusk will be arriving soon, and with it the night's chill." He smirked, the thought of those firm breasts, those perfect nipples becoming hard in the air filled his mind.

He seemed to ignore the comment of his rather taboo gaze, she was quite right, but her own gaze was one in the same. "I should ask you what your doing looking at my groin in that case, Dulcia, or why you chose to walk out bare when it was the sound of my boots that you heard. Or were you expecting some lover to appear?" He grinned at her, his eyes momentarily looking at the fingers the "walked" across his toned shoulder muscles,he tensed them, so that they became as hard as rock under her small, delicate fingers, perhaps to tease her with his nearly perfect physique. He was not an overly muscled man, but he was unmistakeably fit. His muscles rippled under his skin, many described his more like the tiger, sleek and deadly, and not like the bear, who was burly, and rather large.

Right now he did indeed take that appearance, and their was a great irony in the air in the comment about devouring her, for he responded with a far different context. "Do I? Hmm. It seems my gaze has betrayed me then." He smirked, never denying her observation.

 

[Silver Lining]

"Hmn...a lover," she cooed, her lips curving into a soft frown. "I don't have a lover, big brother. In fact...I've never been with anyone...although, perhaps my imagination got the best of me and I was hoping for a handsome warrior to come sweep me off my feet. Lay me upon my bed and ravish every inch of my body," Dulcia murmured albeit wistfully, long lashes fluttering whilst her guts twisted in anticipation. It was almost torturous, to be this close to him and know that neither one of them were going to act on their feelings.

They were stubborn, and Dulcia wasn't sure whether or not she enjoyed it at the moment.

She wouldn't dare suppress the giggle that erupted, when she felt him flex beneath her fingers. "You're so strong," she whispered in admiration, her palm stroking down the length of his arm before she returned to her previous post, a few feet from him. She wanted him, she wanted her brother to bury his manhood within her tightness and thrust with all of his might, until she cried so loud she woke the entire palace up.

Thinking of it now, she grew lightheaded and forced pressure to her temple with a sigh. "You're correct, it is getting cold...would you help me, though? I'm not able to tie my gown behind me," Dulcia quipped, her gaze almost innocent in her imploring. Nevertheless, she only wanted him in her bedroom, where they could be alone. Maybe then, he would show her how much he yearned for her. Turning on the heels of her bare feet, she pitter pattered her way out of the hallway, and towards her bed. Her robes lay there and though she wished not to wear them, she picked them up anyways and began the annoying chore of slipping her arms within the sleeves. "Come," she beckoned, gazing towards him from over her shoulder.

 

[Haldir]

He smiled almost dreamily as she recounted her "wish" to him, he knew as much as she did that the sexual energy was about to burst between them. Did he have every intention of taking her tonight? Yes. Would he be the firs to admit it to her? Maybe. He would toy with her a short while longer, and then, if the tortuous situation dragged further? Well. He would take a more direct approach to pinning her to the bed, and making her scream. For now, while utterly painful, he was enjoying this small game his sister and he were playing. It was quite exciting to toy and maneuver around once again, a break from the monotonous chore his wife had become, this required endurance, willpower, and most lacking in his wife, cunning.

He took advantage of her the second she walked away, he let his eyes follow the sway of her hips as she moved into her room, he smirked, and followed, trying to ignore the building erection that was becoming painfully obvious in a slow manner. As she moved to place the garment on, he stopped her, he pulled it off as she slipped it on, tossing it back on the bed with a smirk. "It's a bit late for that now, isn't it? Besides, we are in the comfort of your chambers, I know here we run no risk of someone seeing you so exposed." He smirked at her, walking around her slowly, his eyes seemed to penetrate her, anticipating her every move carefully.

 

[Silver Lining]

Well, it was certainly a comfort to know that he wished not for her to cover herself up. Why would he want such a thing, anyway? It wasn't as if he was a normal brother, and looked at her with purely platonic thoughts. Oh no, Dulcia knew that his mental tinkering was far from innocent. "Hn...but what if I grow cold," she insisted with an arched brow, her fingers ringing together behind her back, looking somewhat of a child getting ready to be scolded for doing a wrong deed. Her brother was circling her like a shark, after all, and this creeping sensation that climbed up her spine forced her to become considerably submissive.

The breeze from outside flittered throughout her room then, forcing the wavy tresses of honey-hued hair to sweep along her flesh and tickle her nipples until they were shamelessly erect. Practically begging for attention themselves, her chest was pleasantly perked for him, everything offered up for him to devour. Light goose bumps graced her arms, signaling that the air was not at all humid as it was before, earlier in the day. "Vadrien," she whispered, her hand finally breaking free from behind her and gripping his wrist tightly.

Her eyes bore into his intensely, "Would you keep me warm?"

 

[Haldir]

He had won, and in less time than anticipated. Thank the gods. He could see it in her from the moment she stepped out so casually in her bare, beautiful form. He could already sere the cool confidence falling away under his predatory gaze. Yes...she may have fancied herself able to challenge him, but she had lost from the beginning. Before he could even properly answer her question, the cool breeze brought his attention to those mounds of perfection mounted firmly on her chest. HE smirked faintly as he observed the shamelessly erect nipples, his own member engorging with blood at the sight, many devilish thoughts creeping into his mind.

Her touch. The simple, but intense gesture of her grip was all it took. Like a crack in a dam finally giving way, he lost it. Vadrien was neither a timid or fumbling man. We he had found something he truly desired, he would stop at nothing to acquire it. As twisted as it sounded, he did not think he could restrain himself if she had protested. She had gone too far, this was the point of no return for the both of them.

Roughly he pushed her to him, his free hand moving to cup her ample behind in his hand, giving her a rough squeeze as he pressed his lips to hers, barely giving her the time to let her whispers leave her succulent, full lips. His passion was flaring for her like a newborn star, unrestrained energies seemed to radiate from him, and his breath was heavy with his lust for her. "Dulcia...tonight, I will make you into proper woman in the way only -I- can." he smirked, his lips were centimeters from hers, his hand held her firmly to him as his tongue traced her lips hungrily, already beginning to inch her to the large bed in the center of her chambers.

 

[Silver Lining]

The initial fire that lit up within his eyes startled the young girl, yet immediately she allowed this passion to completely engulf her. She was smiling brilliantly towards her sibling, feeling her heart give an anxious jump before her body was pressed to his tightly. They fit perfectly, or at least, it certainly felt like they did. The way their hearts began beating in unison, to the curves of their hips and how their fingers seemed to press to just the right spots. Dulcia was melting into him, breathing in his scent and wanting to become one. Her stomach tightened up with growing anticipation, whilst her mouth was captured in a heated kiss. She gasped, unable to hide her natural reaction towards such a dominant, bold move to be made. If he kept this up, he was going to drive her absolutely mad...

The hand that was settled on her bottom made her flush, from the tips of her toes, up to that pretty head of hers. "Brother," she murmured wetly against his lips, the lingering musk that could only be his flavor having coated her taste-buds thoroughly. Finally, she thought, finally they were going to act on this sinful desire of theirs. They had been at it for quite some time now, and yes...she had lost the battle. She had given in, but it didn't matter anymore. The reward was going to be worth it, and the moment he took her for his own, Dulcia knew she would be boasting, happy to know that she had finally brushed aside their playful little bickering.

Her tongue slipped out to meet his, tauntingly trailing across it with a sensual purr. "Touch me," she urged, her hips pushing up into his whilst they made their way carefully towards her luxurious bed of silks. "Stain every inch of me...I want to be yours..." Her confession was genuine, whilst she gazed up towards the handsome ruler with both excitement and desperation.

 

[Haldir]

Any voice that told Vadrien that this woman was his sister, and that this was a sin against nature itself had been dulled out by the years of pent up desire now coursing through him. He too, felt that this union was meant to be, from the way her perfect frame seemed to curve just appropriately against his, to the minimal difference in their height, everything seemingly was falling into it's proper order.

When he hear her desperate request, her erotic and genuine plea for him to soil her, he groaned with the building anticipation. He let the hand that had settled on her behind moving around her hips, teasing her inner thigh with a ghostly trailing of a finger until her reached what he was looking for. He smirked, and bit her lip teasingly as he rubbed two fingers across her yet unspoiled flower, his eyes bore into hers as he gently began to burrow a finger into the virgin's untouched body, he released her lip just enough to whisper to her in a thick, deep voice that was almost intoxicating in itself with it's hidden promises and firm tone. "My dear sister, tonight...tonight I will have you screaming my names to the gods as I make you mine." he smirked in a way that could very well make her believe such things as he let her mouth free to cry out as his fingers began their intrusion.

 

[Silver Lining]

"Oh, Vadrien," she moaned, feeling his hand make its quest, obviously knowing exactly where he wanted it to go. She shuddered in pleasure, her nerves trickling with desire whilst she was effortlessly stimulated. Parting her thighs shamelessly, she allowed him access to that beautiful, fresh, little sex...her wetness coating his fingertips. The young woman grabbed his shoulders tightly and her hips lifted, pushing against his digits in need.

She was suddenly so hot...her body near burning up while he invaded her spasming walls. Her muscles sucked down onto the intruding fingers, Dulcia's eyes growing dark with mounting lust. Her breath was humid and ragged against his mouth, as his words washed over her. It drove her wild, the way his guttural tone was so demanding...making an unspeakable promise to her. "Hnn..." Dulcia whimpered, working a slender leg up, until it wrapped about his muscled waist, drawing him closer. "Do you feel it," she whispered, "Do you feel how absolutely soaked I am, brother? It's because of you...you make me this way..." She leaned in then, her plump chest pushing into his own firmness. That aching bundle of nerves nestled at the top of her sex throbbing irately, begging for attention. She had often brought herself to release by rubbing it...teasing it with her nails and driving herself to the brink of release. She wanted her brother to do that, to make her come all over his hand...his mouth and tongue, that long...throbbing cock...