𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱, 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘟𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴.
𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 , 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩.
𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 . 𝘖𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦."
𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.
𝘟𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.

𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴.

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Drussila Amato was rude and malicious to everyone but especially to me after I refused to wear the ridiculous dress the other maids had to wear.
I recieved twenty lashes for daring to disobey. But I made a bigger gap in my dress to show off my fresh scars.

"Why can't you just wear them like us?" The maids asked me.

But I never forgot for a moment whose daughter I was. Everytime I thought of my father, my lost land, my lost family, my blood boiled, something woke inside me, tore me apart and tormented me till I promised to myself again and again that I'd avenge my father's death.

I was taught tricky combat skills by the most skilled fighters of Helvetii tribe, and I quietly rehearsed the combat skills at night when everyone else slept, avoiding the eyes of guards, in a little shadowy corner. I barely ever slept.

But fate was never on my side, and eventually I got caught. By none other than a heavily inebriated Marcellus Amato.

"Fiadh, is that you?" His voice came, his words slurred and almost inaudible, but his voice had the same depth.

I did not answer, thinking maybe he would go away. His vision must be blurry from being drunk, I thought. But he only came closer.

He didn't look like himself. His eyes red, hair disheveled. There was a wild frantic look on his face, something I had never seen before.

"You're near the maids' quarter, sir." I murmured, feebly hoping he would come to his senses.

"Fiadh..." He played my name on his tongue like he was devouring a heavenly taste.

I was terrified of the guards waking up, and excited about what would happen.

He was coming towards me, closing the distance between us.

"Sir you really should -" I tried to push him away but my soft push was nothing in front of him. He looked at me up and down, his gaze completely different from how it was when he was sober.

He pushed me against the wall, his hand resting above my head on the wall. He looked at me like it was the first time he saw me. He grabbed the front of my dress tightly and tore it apart in an instance. I gasped and looked at him. His face was hidden in the dark, and then I felt his tongue on my hard nipples.

A little moan escaped my lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching my back.
His warm, eager mouth was wrapped around my one breast, his fingers caressing the other. I slowly moved my waist, feeling myself getting completely soaked. I could see his swell too.

He kissed my waist, grabbing my hips tighter with every grip.

"You little slut..." He whispered as I felt his warm breath on my soft waist skin.

"Marcellus..." I moaned his name as his fingers caressed my thighs.

"Filthy girl.... you really are something, hmm?" His words slurred as ever but his voice deepened.

I gasped sharply as he touched my soaked spot and felt my wetness. He grazed softly with his fingers, I whimpered and moved my waist, desperate for him to have me.

"Ah...Marcellus.." I moaned louder this time. He aggresively pressed his lips against mine, unfastening his belt, letting his huge erection out.

I stared in wonder as he stroked his hard cock, groaning a little. I wrapped my hand around his erection, slowly squeezing. He groaned a little more loudly.
But I couldn't wait any longer. I spread my legs , taking him inside me. He grabbed my waist and thrust hard. I let out a sharp whimper, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

*"Benefaciens..." He groaned as his thrusts became stronger.

I couldn't keep myself any longer. I kept myself for moaning out loud so I got an intense pleasure, reaching the pinnacle. He thrust hard one more time, releasing my waist from his grip.

*"Filia Veneris." He stared at me, his gaze still wild but somehow calmer than before.

"What does that mean?" I whispered staring at him, breathing heavily.

"Your new name, filthy girl." And he smirked.

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀(𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻) : 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀
𝗙𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀 (𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻) : 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀 : 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆.