A Promise Made

No interruptions. No disturbed dreams. No lying awake staring at the sky. No tossing and turning. My sleep is deep and peaceful. The best sleep I’d had in weeks!

As I gradually fade into consciousness I sense the dim light of early morning and hear the piping song of a lone thrush in the distance.

“Mrmm.” I groan softly and settle deeper into my cozy blanket.

My waking mind groggily hones in on something out of place. Blanket? I didn’t have a blanket when I went to sleep last night. That is when I feel her. Cuddled up behind me is the warm little body of the slumbering Rosa under the cover with me, her arm draped over my side and through the loose arm hole on the inside of my tunic. Filling her hand is the muscle of the left side of my chest. With the bare skin of her arm across my bare chest, her body pressed up tight against my back, I can feel her natural body temperature is a bit higher than my own, making it nice and toasty under here. My heart then nearly stops as I realize that between my buttocks is the hard length of Rosa’s penis at full arousal! It seems Amazons got morning wood too. In a flash I am wide awake.

I go absolutely still.

My mouth is dry. My breath held. My heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings. My insides are a roiling mass of nerves though on the outside all is deceptively still and silent.

So many conflicting emotions hit me all at once. Top among them was the wickedness of feeling this stiff cock nestled between my butt cheeks. There couldn’t have been a more stark reminder of Rosa’s taboo nature than this. She may look and act like a normal woman but she was Amazon. The enemy, the cursed, the ruiner of all that is good and pure. Having now had some experience with one I honestly could not say whether that reputation was deserved or not. Rosa was cute, lively, willful and resourceful. She seemed harmless. But she was also a cajoler and a temptress who was constantly pushing boundaries and pulling me out of my comfort zone. In just two days and nights with her I had done things, and allowed things to be done, that I never would have before.

Sadly, even had she not been Amazon I wouldn’t have felt much differently in this moment. Rosa had already turned my life upside down in so many ways but waking up like this might have been the most earth shaking part of all. I was naturally shy around women, I always had been, especially if there was even a hint of intimacy or future intimacy insinuated. My mother said it was something I would grow out of, but that never happened. She said a big strong man like me would have so many partners to choose from. That hadn’t happened either. There had been interest expressed and there had been match-making attempts, but every time a woman sent out signals that she was available I found reasons to be busy or avoid her altogether. It just never felt right. Whatever the reasons the fact was that all of my friends and cousins were already paired off by their late teens and here I was entering my twenties without even having kissed a girl before. Now here I was being spooned by one, and such a beautiful one at that.

I couldn’t deny how nice this felt. Her holding me like this. Feeling her warm skin on mine. Sensing the slow rise and fall of her body against me. Having her soft form pressed up tight behind me, even as it contrasted with the hard dick at my bottom. It was lovely. But my better judgment would not let me enjoy it. The brighter the sky got the more uneasy I became. Last night, worn down from a long day and hidden by Nox’s dark cloak, I had allowed myself to be weak again. But with the light came clear thinking and guilt. Jupiter, Juno, Ceres, and the rest could look down and see us here. For the second morning in a row I lay there with a conflicted shame filling my heart.

As gingerly as I could, so as not to wake Rosa, I start to move.

“Hmm.” She stirs. Hugging me tight she nuzzles into my back, gives my pec a gentle squeeze, and presses her hips tighter into me.

I wait a moment for her to settle again then move a bit more. Gradually, one small shift at a time, I am able to slip from her embrace. Despite my best efforts though my **** had been roused. She rolls to her back, eyes closed and with the most adorable pout on her face, and whines. “Mmmm, come back. It’s so early Master.”

I can’t help but smile at her cuteness, the way her drooping ears matched the sulky mood of her pouting lips was too much. “Go back to sleep Rosa.” I whisper. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.”

“Mmmm.” She rolls over and buries herself in the blanket.

Still grinning I shake my head as I leave the stable. I stretch out and move around a bit to get my back and limbs limber. Unsurprisingly I could see activity already stirring at the house as they readied to go to work with the first light. These were my people. The farmer, his eldest son, and two slaves were outside sharpening their sickles with stones. I approach and shake the farmer’s hand.

Looking out over his swaying golden field I say. “The Mother and Maiden blessed you with a fine bounty.”

The man nods proudly. “A good crop.”

I motion over to behind the house. “I noticed a pile of wood back there needs splitting. It’ll be done before we head out.”

He gives me a nod. “Appreciated.”

A shuttered window on the house opens. Squinting at the light the farmer’s wife pokes her head out, behind her I could see their two daughters were up and busy as well. Despite the early hour Rosa was the only one still sleeping. “You’ll be havin breakfast ’fore ya go.” The woman says in that motherly way of letting you know that they would hear no argument. “Jus a bit o’ bread and honey but I ain’t sendin ya away hungry.”

I smile. “Thank you Ma’am.”

Yep, my people. The men head out to the fields and I set to work splitting wood. A hefty tool in my hands, a straight forward but important task to be done, and a bit of physical exertion. It felt so damn good being back in my element if only for an hour or so. Crack! Crack! Crack! One after the next I split the logs with a practiced efficiency. I leave what was a disorganized pile of logs in neat rows of halves all the way down to kindling. I sink the ax into the chopping block almost disappointed there wasn’t more to do but I knew we had to get moving. I had my own farm waiting for me and there would be plenty of work to do there.

The first thing I notice as I walk back around to the front of the house is the merry giggling of girls. Turning the corner I find the farmer’s wife standing on her porch, arms crossed, watching her two young daughters dance with my **** in the open central farmyard. Rosa was teaching them a dance to be precise, demonstrating as they followed along with her flowing elegant motions. Her bare feet glide over the earth effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all. It was a simple dance yet she made it easy to see the music meant to accompany it in her lissome movements, to hear it in your imagination, even though none played such was her skill.

“Very good Cecilia.” Rosa praises the youngest one. “Like you’re tip-toeing. Let your hips lead. No straight lines. Very good!”

The girl, who couldn’t be more than six, squeals with delight at the compliment. “You see me Mum? Just like in Alexandria! See!”

“I see ya.” Her mother calls from beside me. Looking over at me she gives me the strangest look, probably wondering how a common man like me was traveling with an exotic **** such as this.

Rosa now catches sight of me. She spins and dips in a dazzling display sensual grace. The two children clumsily try to keep up, one of the falling to the ground in a heap of giggles. Holding her plain wool capelet out in her hands like how, back in her former life in Alexandria, she would have held a shimmering silk scarf Rosa swirls it and uses it to hide behind…then slowwwwly peeks over it to give me just a glimpse of her piercing sultry eyes. Woah!

She turns, twirls the cape, and bows deeply to the girls. “Thank you, thank you. You have been amazing students.”

“Awww, not yet!” They protest.

“Don’t be a pest now.” Their mother says.

“Pleeeease.” They beg in unison as they tug at her arms. “Just one more thing before you go! Plllleeeeaaaassseee!”

“Oh, alright.” Rosa winks. “Because you are such good students.”

“YAY!!!”

“Another important skill all Alexandrian ladies need to know.” Her eyes turn to you and linger there, followed soon by all the others. “Is how to shave a man.”

“What?” I say looking around to each of them. “Wait a second.” It is then I recall the promise I made her the morning before.

“Pfffft! You’re going to shave him?” The youngest asks through her titters.

“Yes little one.” Rosa says brightly.

“He doesn’t shave himself?” The older one says skeptically.

“My master works hard. He deserves his indulgences.”

Beside me, sensing my sudden discomfort, the mother chuckles. “This I gotta see.”