Of Spies with Spunk

You groan in pleasure as Valentina’s head bobs up and down your shaft, her mouth doing wonderful things to your cock. You close your eyes and slouch against the backrest of your chair, focusing on the sensations, the warm wetness, the back of her throat, that light hum she’s doing. Finally you reach the edge.

“I’m cumming” you warn as your climax builds up. Valentina’s response is to go harder and faster, bringing your orgasm on then and there and right into the girl’s mouth. You fire burst after burst of your cum into her and only when the last couple of spurts come out does she slow down, letting your cock slip from her mouth in order to spit the cum out. You take a moment to collect yourself before looking down at the girl.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you ask, giving the girl a grateful head pat.

“For you? This much is nothing” Valentina replied with a smile “I’m not swallowing cum for you though” she declared with a huff. You smile at her response and admire how sexy she is, kneeling submissively before you. The only thing she wore were the sandals on her feet, having shed her dress when she decided you needed servicing. “You don’t pay me for this,” Valentina said softly, looking up at you with warm eyes. “I do it because I want to with the expectation that I won’t ever have to,” she told you. You place a hand on her cheek and she nuzzles you, holding your hand with one of her own.

“Well then, I’m glad I’ve got such loyalty from you” you say softly, deleting the spent cum with a mental flex. “One of these days I’m going to have to fuck you until you are a gibbering mess” you say and Valentina laughed.

“I’ll look forward to it,” she said before gracefully standing up, using only her legs, and striding past your chair towards the amphora resting against the wall. You hear the sound of liquid pouring and a moment passes. “How do you drink wine this strong?” she asks, a cough in her voice as she carries a chalice to you. You take the proffered drink from the girl who’s blinking tears from her eyes.

“I’m a god” you say with a snort of amusement “And where I’m from, we don’t drink watered down wine” you add.

“Where are you from?” Valentina asked, frowning.

“It’s less of a where and more of a when” you reply “Before I became a god, I lived in the year two thousand and nineteen” you say “Going by the Georgian Calendar which puts the Enemy’s birth as year zero” you explain you see Valentina frown in concentration as she tried to do the maths and conversions. “It’s 476 right now” you tell her and she makes an ‘oh’ face as she finally gets the conversions right. Then her eyes widen comically as she realises from how far in the future you are.

“Oh” she says in a small voice.

“Aside from Artemis, you are the only other person who knows as much about me” you comment, taking a sip of your wine. Getting your hands on full strength wine is pretty easy, it comes full strength and the customer is expected to water it down themselves. The problematic part is that one amphora of full strength wine is expected to make an average of three amphora of prepared wine. So by drinking one, you are essentially drinking several days to a week’s worth of wine in probably a single day.

“Well then I’m glad you trusted me with it” Valentina told you. You smile at the girl before taking another sip of your wine.

“Ahh! My friend! I see you too have a pet!” came the very boisterous voice of Dumont as he strode into the room. You are moderately impressed he found you, since you had obtained this building quietly in order to use it to satisfy your want of a throne room. The building was also outside the city walls which should have made finding it more difficult.

“Dumont” you say, saluting the man with your chalice of wine. “Be a dear and pour the man a cup, it’s a long walk from his office after all” you say to Valentina.

“Ahh, my thanks, the watered down selection if you don’t mind” he replied. Valentina took a step back, bowed her head and then left the room. You kept a mental eye on her as she left, noticing her stopping and tapping her foot against the floor once she had gotten far enough out of sight. You obliged the girl and summon an amphora in front of her with watered down wine.

“So what can I do for you my good man?” you ask as Dumont grabbed a folding chair that had been resting against the side of the room.

“Mostly I wanted to keep tabs on the man who’s been going around and trying to convert very well grounded christians” Dumont told you, smiling brightly as Valentina re-entered the room with her amphora and another chalice. “Ahh, thank you” he said, accepting the cup from her and watching her pour him a drink. “Very beautiful help you have here” he said to you, taking a sip of the wine. “And fine wine,” he added.

“Thank you, and I must admit I’d heard of Frankish honesty but to experience it in person . . . why, a couple thousand years from now the word ‘Frank’ will mean brutal honesty!” you say with no small amusement. It had never occured to you that there was a reason for that word meaning what it did.

“Well, frankly, I don’t care all that much,” Dumont replied. The both of you chuckled. Dumont gave Valentina a speculative glance before turning his attention to you again. “They say you fought one of god’s angels,” he said. You took a sip of your wine in a very deliberate way.

“Oh?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “They also say I ‘appeared out of sunlight to bring the wrath of the gods upon the barbarian scum’” you add before levelling your gaze to the man in front of you.

“Embellishment of course” Dumont said, nodding his head in agreement with your implied statement. For a man who didn’t like subtlety, he sure knew how to use it. “And of course, any rational man would know it as embellishment that the angel you supposedly fought had golden blood and wings of white” he said, meeting your gaze. You give a small smirk at the man.

“Are they quite done cleaning Julian out of the grass and off the walls?” you ask and Dumont cringed before shaking his head.

“What’s left of him mixed with what’s left of his men” Dumont said, looking like he’d just eaten a lemon.

“There’s the real reason you came to meet with me, to see what sort of monster could vapourise a bunch of humans like that” you say and Dumont took a deep breath before nodding.

“When I left the governor’s mansion, there was a girl waiting for me” Dumont told you “She must have only been sixteen but was in the garb of the legion, a sword belted to her waist” he added “She told me that you do not take kindly to betrayal and then left” he said.

“That would be Vera, how SHE knew . . .” you say, trailing off “Does everyone but me have a bloody spy network or something?” you ask. Movement from your side caught your attention and you noticed Valentina attempting to stifle a giggle.

“They are very useful” Dumont said “Especially when you need to keep a city protected and it’s already known for revolting” Dumont added.

“Too right” you say with a sigh “too right” Dumont drained his cup before handing it back to Valentina.

“Thank you for the wine” he said, getting up “I had best make my way back to the city, it is a rather long walk and I wish I had a horse” he said. “How would one sacrifice to these new gods?” he asked, looking you in the eye with a serious expression.

“Burning brazier, portion of your meal, preferably the best” you reply. “Andraste for victory, I’d also suggest not sacrificing rabbit or hare meat to her, the hare is her sacred animal. Artemis for hunting, protection in the night and a clean child birth” you explain, pausing to sip your wine “Me for the sun, summer, protection during the day and justice” you continue “And finally, Fortuna for luck” you finish “Also the sea, the sea is her domain” you finish. Dumont nodded before taking his leave, stopping to check Valentina out as he went past, smiling at her blush.

“Is it just me or was that stranger than usual?” Valentina asked.

“That was completely unheard of” you say “Nobody witnessed the battle between me and Mars, that angel he referred to” you add.

“Very strange” Valentina agreed. You look over at her and notice an odd glint in her eye.

“Valentina?” you ask and she looked at you, quirking an eyebrow. “Would you consent to me reading your thoughts?” you ask. The girl frowned for a moment before stepping forward, gracefully kneeling before you. It was entirely unnecessary for her to do this but you welcomed the display. You slip a hand onto her forehead and delve into her mind to find out what she was thinking. You liked what you saw. “I’m going to enjoy our time together” you whisper into her ear. Valentina smiled at you, eyes glimmering in affection.