Orelius

Orelius walked slowly to the nearby window, his walking stick tapping on the floor every 2nd step. His full body paralysis had mostly healed over the course of a year, but some of the nerve damage was too severe and now his left leg had a slight drag to it. He would never fight again. Luckily, his world was not soldiering anymore, it was managing the gladiators of his father.

The old man was still alive. In his mid-fifties he was considered ancient to people in this age, but he was still vigorous regardless.

His wife never forgave him for coming home a cripple and with a male heir no less. She had filled out nicely over the last 10 years, however, and he still took his pleasure from her when he could. Her breasts were heavy yet youthful, her hips womanly. Her ass had thickened and was made for bouncing his pelvis off of, but She never let him fuck her ass anymore, which upset him. The brown pucker winked at him goadingly as he plowed her cunt during the few times a month she allowed him inside her.

His daughters had grown up to be gorgeous young ladies. His eldest, Cornelia was now 16, and seemed to be inheriting her mother’s figure and coloring. Her brown eyes and hair healthy and clean blowing in the wind as she played with her younger siblings, a game with a leather ball where one who holds the ball is then chased by the other two until they can wrest the ball from them.

His youngest daughter Sylvia Was 12 and had a slim, lithe figure. She was still young yet, however so she may fill out as she gets older. Her dark brown hair and green vibrant eyes dancing with mirth as her young brother was tackled by Cornelia and tickled.

And then there was Nemis. Nemis was a thin boy, green eyes and black hair complimented his darker skin, making him seem out of place among his siblings. Nemis loves the outdoors, and his tan had deepened to a beautiful, healthy dark tan that Orelius was sure would make him a hit with women as he grew older. Nemis was short for his age, but not by much, with a lithe build and child-like muscles. He was currently laughing and giggling as his sister tickled him into giving up the ball. He fought as long as he could, but when Sylvia joined in it was over.

Orelius eyed his progeny with mixed feelings. He loved his girls, and even had positive feelings for the boy, but his father’s orders could not be denied. He would continue the boy’s education in mathematics and literature, politics and history, but he could not teach the boy to fight. This, it was time to take him to the Doctore. The trainer of the family gladiators.

One more day, he decided. He would let his son enjoy one more day with his sisters before his time was taken from him. Between his training and his studies, he would have very limited time to play going forward.

Orelius remembered his own training with a grimace. His own father had taught him how to wield spear and Gladius, and he wished that he could train his own son, but alas, it was not to be. Orelius has no doubt that the Doctore would train Nemis to protect himself and be extremely dangerous in a fight, but he couldn’t teach Nemis how to be a soldier. The training was too different.

There would be nearly no chance for Nemis to serve as an officer in the military, especially since his senator uncle had passed. With his passing, Menaus had lost standing in the city, and all they had now was their gladiators.

It would have to do.