Planting, Plowing and Planning (solus)

“What exactly are you doing?” Asked Artemis. She had found you in your war room looking over a map of Europe and the near east.

“Looking for places I might grow coffee” You said with a sigh.

“This again?” Artemis asked softly, coming up behind you and running a hand over your bare chest. You are, of course, nude in your own home. “What exactly is the problem?” She asked, pressing herself into your back.

“There’s only a few places that can grow coffee trees, and they are all relatively out of my reach” You reply, staring at the almost fanatically Christian lands of Aksum, modern day Ethiopia.

“Then why don’t you make a coffee tree grow somewhere else?” Artemis asked huskily, her hand running down your chest to your cock.

“I’ve been avoiding doing that” You say with a sigh. “I’ve avoided just making crops grow where they can’t because once I start, where do I stop?” You ask, breaking away from Artemis and pacing around the table. You turn back to face her, ready to continue your rant when a flash of silver catches your eye, your only warning that Artemis is pouncing on you. “Ooof” you grunt as you slam into the ground, your horny, fox-wife on top of you.

“Doesn’t seem like an issue to me” she commented, as if the conversation hadn’t been interrupted at all. She then positioned herself over your shaft, hard from her earlier ministrations, and slowly, languidly slid herself down it, a satisfied smile on her face as she bottomed out. “You know” she said with a sigh of pleasure before leaning forward. You wrap the fox up in a hug as she begins her gyrations. “Athena did the exact same thing when she invented, not adapted, invented, the olive tree” she told you. You are surprised by this and Artemis lets you be silent as she fucks herself on you.

“I thought she just gifted the Athenians an olive tree” you say with a frown and a sigh of pleasure as your lover’s tight insides squeeze you.

“Hmm, yeah” Artemis moaned “There were crops similar to it, dates and such in Egypt, mmmm but not olives” She moaned. “Food was hard to come by in, ahhhh southern Helas” she told you as she slowly fucked herself on you.

“Did not know that” You comment. “But still” you say and Artemis broke out of your hug, rising up so she could look down at you, her hands on your shoulders for stability as she continued to fuck herself with your shaft. You took this time to look your wife over. Her boobs had gotten bigger since you had first met, now fitting your hand better than the small mounds she had been sporting before. Still not big, but bigger than they had been.

“You’re beautiful” you mutter as your eyes trace her curves. Artemis smiled sweetly as she locked eyes with you.

“Don’t change the subject,” she said softly. “There is nothing stopping you from just making coffee grow right here in Italy” She told you, now more concerned with the conversation than with fucking herself. You run your hands over her hips and bask in the feel of her warm insides pressing you.

“Nothing but the principle” You mutter.

“No” Artemis cut you off “Nothing” she stated again, giving you a stern look. “Just do it, for me” she said, adding the last part softly. “Make it a gift to me,” she said. You met your wife’s eyes and sucked in a breath, closing your own for a moment before opening them again and nodding.

“You make a compelling argument” You mutter before pouncing yourself so that Artemis was underneath you. The foxy goddess yelped as she suddenly found herself on her back before letting out a peal of laughter and slapping your chest playfully. You met the goddess’ eyes and stared lovingly into them.

“For you then” You say softly, almost whispering the words. “For you” and then you begin fucking her in earnest. Moans filled the war room for hours.

****

“So what is the plan?” Strabo asked, pointedly not looking at Valentina who was busy scrubbing the floor of your war room. She was, of course, clothed only in the bangle on her bicep that marked her as your ****. The other men Strabo had brought with him were less restrained. Even Andraste had snuck in a glance or two.

“We strike here” You say, putting a marker over the town of Monopoli on your map.

“Strike?” one of Strabo’s men asked “Not try and persuade?” he asked.

“No” Strabo muttered thoughtfully, stroking his beard as he studied the map. “Odoacer killed the Roman governor and replaced him with his own man,” he explained.

“Plus we need to send a message that states we declare war” you add and Strabo nodded as well.

“Are we ready for this?” Andraste asked as she too studied the map.

“The better question is; is Odoacer ready?” you reply “I don’t expect this to be a war, rather just a single battle” you say.

“If we siege Monopoli, Odoacer will come with whatever he can muster and we can meet him on the field” Strabo commented “But therein lies the problem” he said “We must occupy Monopoli and leave a garrison, or the city will attack us in the rear” he explained. You nod in thought as you turned your attention to Brundisium.

“We can recruit militia auxiliaries from Brundisium” you say “Train them while we are sieging down Monopoli and then have them garrison the town while we get to work absorbing them as part of the Empire” you say.

“What about the governor of Brundisium? Are you sure he’s with us?” Strabo asked, looking up at you.

“I left Ishtar there . . . a week or two of her and he’ll sell us his daughters” you reply and get a couple chuckles from the group.

“Very well, I’ll need to make preparations” Strabo said “And ensure all of our soldiers are in fighting shape, or as many of them as can be” he added

“We’ve fought angels and snake people, and even literal gods, and our greatest challenge is a man” you comment with an amused huff.

“Let’s hope it stays that way” Strabo grunted and your war council dismissed itself.

“Yes, let’s” You mutter quietly to the almost empty room. You turn your gaze to Valentina and watch her work, delighting in how she made sure to position herself so that she was showing you her best angles.

****

“What are you doing?” Asked Mars from behind you.

“Planting trees” you reply as you finish the aforementioned task and stand up.

“Olive trees?” she asked. You turn around to face her and take note of the dull earthan green cloak, brown tunic and dark trousers. With a staff in her hand, she looked the part of a Celtic or Gaullic farmer.

“No, a new type of good” you say, turning back to your clearing. “Coffee” you add. “What are you doing out here anyway?” You ask, turning back to Mars. the woman nodded towards a flock of goats that were happily munching on the greenery. “Is this a bad spot?” you ask and she shook her head, just giving you a tired look.

“Agriculture is supposed to be my sphere” she said softly, looking at the mounds of soil where you had planted the coffee trees.

“Not agriculture yet” you replied “Coffee doesn’t grow in Italy, I’m just . . . making it grow” You explain. “The agriculture can come when the trees grow” you add. “Perhaps herdsmen or women might find the trees and partake of their fruits” You muse.

“Perhaps” Mars replied, still speaking softly. She had changed dramatically since you had rescued her. She almost looked like she needed to cry into someone’s shoulder.

“What are you doing Mars?” You ask with a sigh, turning to face her once more.

“Herding goats” Mars replied without missing a beat “All the boys that would be doing this have jobs in the city now” she added.

“I meant with your life” You say “You have another chance at this, all of this!” You say, sweeping your arms around to encompass everything. Mars simply breathed deeply and turned her head away from you. “Find someone you can talk to, find someone you can be friends with” You tell her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Since you clearly aren’t friendly with Artemis anymore, much to her pain and suffering” you add and Mars winced. With that you let go of Mars’ shoulder and left her there in the field you had been in.