Arena Shifters (A Paranormal Romance Novel) (16 page)

Wasting
no time, Lucius threw the door open and pounced on the figure laying on the
ground. He stopped himself mid-strike. Laying on the floor, on her back, was
his cousin Flavia. What in Hades was she doing out here and how did she even
know about the place?

“Speak
girl,” he commanded. She may be his cousin, but he had no idea where her
loyalties lay. For all he knew, his father had sent her to find him and lead
soldiers to him. “Are you alone?”

“Yes…well,
me and my maid Secunda. But no one knows were here and we won’t be missed as
long as we show up for brunch tomorrow.” She gave a low whistle and moments
later her maid and body slave Flavia appeared holding a pair of satchels taken
from their horse. “I brought food and medical supplies,” she said, extending
the satchels to him.

Gratefully
he received them and searched for the medical supplies. He found them and a
suture kit was in with the standard bandages, dressings and ointments. He held
up the suture kit to the moonlight.

“She
needs this for her head I think, but I wouldn’t know how to use it.”

“Pardon
Young Master, but I have some skill with suturing. I can close Mistresses head
wound if it pleases you.”

“Pleases
me! Why you’re a lifesaver!”

“But
I cannot do it in this light. We’ll have to risk a fire or wait till the sun
comes up.”

Lucius
thought it over for a moment, then made his decision. “Let’s make a small fire.
We’re pretty protected as long as we do it in here. I don’t think anyone would
be able to see it unless they are very close.”

“Then
I shall get to it right away Young Master.”

“No,
you prepare yourself and I will make the fire.”

Forty
minutes later the four of them were resting comfortably enjoying the warmth
from the glowing embers. Lucius had the last watch which would take them up
until dawn. Then he would have to make a hard decision. Should they stay put
for the time being, or forge on ahead. And if and when they leave, where would
they go; what would they do? He had not thought it through when he fled with
Petronia, but now he would have to do some thinking. He took a stick from the
fire and began to stir the coals as he made his decision.

* * * * *

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:

Tracker

* * * * *

Primo
stood in front of Dominus waiting for the signal to speak. After a moment
Dominus lifted up his head and regarded him silently. Primo took it as an
invitation to plead his case.

“Dominus,
it pains me greatly to not have my betrothed here at my side…”

Yeah,
I bet it does. With her gone who else you gonna have to beat on?
He thought to
himself. But instead he said: “So you wish me to send out soldiers to go find
her and bring her back at a great expense and inconvenience. Am I right?”

“Oh
no Dominus, I would not dream of disturb you over such a small matter-”

“Then
what is it? Speak!”

Now
Primo had the feeling he may be stepping over his bounds but it was too late to
start. He was going to ask to go and take a couple gladiators as well as house
guards with him but now he wasn’t so sure. He took deep breath and spoke.

“Dominus
it pains be me deeply to be standing here without my betrothed here by my side.
I do not wish to inconvenience you any more than necessary. I ask that I be
given the freedom to search for my beloved on my own and perhaps a gladiator or
three to help. I want to find her and bring her back to marry me.”

“You
ask a lot Primo, however I am prepared to grant you your wish. I will have the
necessary documents drafted giving you and two other gladiators of your
choosing, three days to conclude your task or return empty handed. Does this
satisfy you?”

“You
are more than generous Dominus.”

“You
must keep the papers on you at all times. If you lose them and fall into the
wrong hands you would become the property of another. I will have the papers
delivered to you tonight. At that time you may give a list to Doctore detailing
what you would like by way of weapons armaments. He will return in the morning
with your weapons as I see fit, and three days of rations as well. Is that all
you require of your Dominus?”

“You
are very generous Dominus. You have rendered me speechless. I will not fail
you-”

“Speechless
indeed; you border on talkativeness. Dismissed!”

Primo
left immediately, pondering what weapons he should request. In the end he
simply chose a gladius and pugio for each man including himself. If the three
of them couldn’t bring a weaponless girl back home they didn’t deserve to
return home. The amount of trust shown in him was remarkable. Three days head
start with food, water and weapons? Surely he could disappear and eventually
link up with the freed slaves that had attacked Petronia’s caravan.

But
he couldn’t think about it. As long as he played his cards right he would end
up a free man and the Lanista in the House of Tiberius. It was a lofty, yet
obtainable goal. To celebrate his three days of freedom and the beginning of a
hunt, he decided to exercise his rights as a favored slave and have
entertainment. A few minutes later one of the House guards brought two girls to
his cell; they were the identical twins, Mona and Myra. As soon as the guard
unlocked his cell and let the girls in he disappeared around the corner;
probably to spy on them and masturbate. That’s what most did.

He
looked at Mona’s lovely face. “So…you’re sisters?” He asked, stating the
obvious.

“Yes,”
she replied with a smile.

“So
I guess there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to protect her would you?”

“Nothing…”
She replied in sultry voice.

“Hmm….so
you must really love your sister then.”

“I
do.”

“Maybe
you could show me. How about giving her kiss on the lips. And I’m not talking
about the kind you give you mother before you go to bed either.”

Without
saying a word Mona leaned across in front of Primo and pressed her lips to her
sisters. That kiss went straight to his cock.

“That
was sweet,” he began. “But still a bit sisterly, don’t you think?”

“Well,
we really are sisters you know…”

A
flare of anger sparked. “Do I look stupid to you?”

“No
master.”

“Well
then…” He turned to Maya who was on his left. He unclasped her tunic and let it
fall to her waist revealing a pair of full, pendulous breasts with large, dark
nipples. He caught his breath and paused before continuing. He took her breasts
in his hands as if to judge the weightiness of hem before speaking again.

“Come
around here Mona, and kneel before your sister.”

She
did without hesitation this time.

“Aren’t
they beautiful?” Primo asked.

She
nodded.

He
took a breast and directed a nipple towards her. She didn’t need to be told.
She leaned in and took her sister’s nipple between her lips in a chaste kiss.
Her sister allowed a sigh of pleasure escape her lips and Primo felt his cock
jump in response.

“Go
on,” he urged.

“Slowly
at first, then with increasing enthusiasm Mona suckled and licked and kissed
her sister’s breasts passionately.

“Oh
Mona that feels so good,” Maya moaned. As her sister worked on her breasts she
found her aching pussy and began to finger herself. She could not wait to feel
her sister’s mouth on her sex. To feel Mona’s tongue inside her was almost
enough to make her cum just by thinking about it.

Primo
positioned himself so that he was straddling Maya and entered Mona while she
lay on her sister. She was so tight he nearly exploded the moment he began
thrusting. The moment he couldn’t handle more stimulation he withdrew for a
moment and waited for the waves of pleasure to die down before he entered Maya.
She was just as tight as her sister and this time he allowed himself to explode
in her pussy.

When
he opened his eyes again he saw that the girls were kissing passionately and
rubbing their shaved mounds against each other. It was almost too good to
handle. He leaned over and grabbed Mona by her long blond hair, dragging her
down her sister’s body until her mouth was at Maya’s cum filled pussy.

“Drink
bitch!” he commanded, and she did. And while she drank her fill, she slid her
tongue over her sisters little nob sending waves of ecstasy through her body.
She pressed her mouth down on her sister’s sex, forcing her tongue deeper and
deeper until all she could taste was her sister’s sweet cum. Primo watched them
for a while, content to just watch and caress his own cock. Then when he could
take no more he made the girls get on their knees in front of him and they took
turns sucking and swallowing till he could stand no
more.                                                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

The
next morning he set off with his companions, the twins. Not because they were
the best fighters, but because they spent more time than anyone else actually
speaking to him. They were new, mediocre fighters, but ones he felt would be
loyal to him and not bolt the instant they go far enough from the Villa, or try
to kill him then escape. They were his best, and only option other than going
by himself and that was not an option either.

Morning
arrived far too soon, but he was ready. Despite the lack of sleep due to his
activities during the night. When he walked out into the courtyard he found his
two gladiators ready to depart. Without saying a word he collected his pack and
the weapons from Doctore. He gave each brother a gladius (preferred sword for
Roman soldiers) and a pugio (long dagger) and they marched out single file. His
plan was to search around the Villa until they found the girls trail and then
march day and night until they caught up with her.

After
about twenty minutes Primo locate her tracks. What surprised her was that they were
not alone. The other set of prints were from a sandaled foot and not the boots
that house guards wore, neither were they roman boot prints. No, she was pretty
sure, no matter how unlikely it was. He was certain the sandals of Dominus son
Lucius! What on earth was he doing outside the Villa with an escaped slave?
What the ramifications of this were for either one of them he could scarcely
guess so he decided for the moment to keep the information about the boy to
himself until he could think of a way to exploit the situation to his best
benefit. Well, he would have plenty of time to scheme and plan. The two
fugitives had about a 20 hour head start on him so he would need to walk as
long as possible and sleep as little as possible.

He
guessed that either they were heading for some place of refuge to hole up in
until word could be gotten out to the band of escaped slaves that had attacked
the Dominus’ caravan or they would just keep running in hopes of finding them
on the road. Either way he figured they had a better chance of finding them
then they had of finding help.

About
noon time they came across a stream and a matted down area where they had sat
and rested. Actually it looked like she had lain down while he sat up and kept
watched. After snooping around some more Primo came discovered several leaves
with slightly tacky blood. Not so much that it would have been life
threatening, but it was significant enough to slow them down. She would be
extra tired, woozy, and disoriented. Even with the boy helping her, they
wouldn’t be able to move at a very fast pace. With this new news, Primo begin
to calculate that they would catch up to them sometime around noon tomorrow. He
was pretty sure they wouldn’t be able link up with help that fast.

Encouraged
by his findings, Primo was about to press on when a sudden crashing noise
erupted from the opposite side of the creek where trees were the thickest. He
signaled his companions and they melted into the shadows to wait and see what
the forest would bring them.

It
was a woman. She was on the run, constantly looking back over her shoulder like
she expected whatever she was running from to suddenly appear. When she reached
the creek bed she fell to her knees, drinking like a dog, lapping up water as
fast as she could. She still had not seen them. The moment she was finished
drinking she lurched to her feet preparing to cross the creek when one of the
twins stepped out of the foliage. She screamed and stumbled backwards, falling
on her ass.

“Please
don’t hurt me, please I am running from a bad man. Please kind sir…”

Primo
recognized her immediately. She was one of Domina’s slaves. He stepped out from
the bushes causing her to jump from fright. “Settle yourself down wench.
Nobody’s going to hurt you. You’re safe now. What are you running from?”