Soldier

(Continued from Liberation.)

The man jumped down from his horse the moment it reached her. It seemed impressive and powerful. He was athletic and tall with bronzed skin and dark, short hair. He wore the telltale leather armor and red tunic of a roman soldier. Valentina knew he probably wore something that signified his rank, but she could not read the Roman army's insignia.

"I'm Marcus," the soldier said with a deep voice. Valentina gave him an insecure smile and said "Hi, I'm V..., I mean, I'm Silvia." Marcus moved closer until his chest touched hers. Her breath became heavy and his kept pace. "The Roman Empire would appreciate your support," he said and cupped her chin in one of his huge hands. His thumb caressed her gently and his hand would not let her bow down. "How?" Valentina asked him with a trembling voice. "By having sex with me," Marcus relied simply as he bent down to kiss her.

Valentina felt her breath fasten even more, her nipples harden and her pussy tingle. And still, was this the right thing to do? Should she fuck this guy here by the road?

Marcus put his arms around her waist and drew her even closer. His kiss was hard and easily convinced her.