He considers it

Titus looked into the face of his terrified would be assassin, knowing that he could easily crush her throat and end her life.

She deserved no less, unless it was a painful protracted **** befitting a treacherous ****. He held her throat as her futile fingers scrabbled at his wrist, letting her savour the knowledge that her very existence hung by a thread.

He smiled coldly at her, enjoying her terrified squirming, her legs thrashing frantically in the bath water, her breasts heaving as she struggled for breath. Her nipples were hard and stiff, either from her fear or from a forbidden arousal at her plight.

She wasn't the only one feeling aroused, Titus thought. He had been without a woman since the campaign began, and his thick cock was stirring as he watched Dierdre's **** struggles. Whatever her ultimate fate was to be, he decided, he had another immediate use for the barbarian bitch.

With a sudden movement he released her throat, letting her gasp frantically for breath, as he twisted her arm behind her back, turning her away from him as she squealed in pain and shock. He pushed her forward, bending her over and presenting him her round ripe rump.

"Please...my Lord...my Lord Legate," she begged desperately, "Please let me live...please my Lord...forgive me." Titus' only answer was to grab the back of her neck and push her down until her face was barely above the bathwater, raising her rump even higher.

His cock was as rigid as his sword now, and he ached to bury it in this rebellious sow, but he held off a moment longer. Looking into Agrona's horrified face he gave her a cruel grin.

"This too is your doing," he said coldly, then sheathed his cock fully in Dierdre's squirming body, savouring her scream as he tore her maidenhood away.