To Find a Sword

“Where are we even heading anyway?” Fortuna asked, striding along beside you.

“The Barracks” you reply. When you first started bringing troops here, you had purchased several apartment buildings. The multi-story buildings allowed you to house the hundred or so legionnaires you had managed to smuggle into the city. The place now served as something of a headquarters, already builders were getting to work linking the houses together and building a proper compound.

“But why there? Isn’t there going to be a lot of smelly men there?” Fortuna asked, doing her level best to remain beside you.

“I don’t discriminate by gender and I certainly think my soldiers are better at maintaining hygiene than that” You say, causing Fortuna to blush and look away. “We’re going to the Barracks because, as I’ve already told you, one of my subordinates is holding onto the weapon” you explain “I needed my hands free to use my own sword” you add. You stop short of your destination, taking in the sight of the builders at work, marvelling in their apparent haste and gusto. “They sure work fast” you mutter before heading for the entrance.

You found Strabo in an office immediately inside, pouring over some tablets soldiers were bringing him.

“Strabo! Have you seen Vera at all? I’d assume an off duty soldier would be here” you say, greeting the man. The veteran looked up from his tablet, looked at Fortuna, sighed something that suspiciously sounded like ‘and then there were three’ before turning to face you.

“Dumont wanted his rabble trained a bit better, so I assigned some soldiers to his command” Strabo told you “Your girl was probably in one of those contreburnium that I sent” he added before turning back to his tablets. You snort in amusement before taking leave.

“So all that way for nothing? Sheesh! What? Can’t keep a hold on your troops! Hah! Mars would run all over you!” Fortuna gloated, striding beside you with a smug grin on her face.

“Best not be saying things like that around Artemis . . . or me for that matter but I’ll forgive ignorance” you tell the uppity goddess in a dark voice. Fortuna gulped before looking away.

The two of you marched on in silence, heading for the Governor’s palace where Tevron had assigned Dumont an office to organise the town watch from. Outside the Frank’s office, you could hear the tell tale sounds of a man and woman having a good time. With a snort of amusement, you enter the office and are greeted by the sight of a blond woman, covered only by a cloth wrapped around her waist, which had been pushed up to expose her bottom half, bouncing up and down on top of Dumont, whom was sitting in his masterfully carved wooden chair. In front of him was a haphazard stack of tablets and scrolls, tossed any which where and a goblet of wine rested on the floor, an amphora against the back wall. You enjoyed the show, marvelling in the soft creamy skin and golden blond hair that fell unbound halfway down the girl’s back. It only took a few moments for the climax to arrive, the girl was first, a loud moan tearing from her lips and her body slumped against Dumont who merely grabbed her hips and used her as a toy to get himself off. Dumont got the last few bursts out, thrusting into her a few more times for posterity before helping the girl get off of him. Quite dutifully, the blond sank to her knees immediately after being freed and took Dumont’s rather large member into her hands, cleaning him off with her tongue.

“Wife, daughter, or pet?” you ask, stepping forward. Dumont chuckled and the blond gave you an amused look even as she carried on unabated. Finished up her work, she rose gracefully to her feet and sashayed away, Dumont slapping her arse as she left, the meaty sound echoing lewdly through the office.

“I’m going to go with pet” he told you, a smirk on his face. The blond looked over her shoulder, giving you a wink before she exited through another door. “They say you should judge a man by how he treats his women” Dumont told you and you got the sense it would be unwise to interrupt him. “You let yours fight and even lead as equals, while protecting them with fierceness” he added, giving you an appraising look. “My predecessor, on the other hand, was a good christian, he slept with his wife every night and occasionally, one a month perhaps, he’d fuck her” Dumont said, taking a hard look at the documents scattered all over his work table. “No wonder he had no children, even a barbarian like me knows if you want kids you got to fuck your woman at least two times a day!” he says with a hearty chuckle, his eyes lazily falling on the very, very quiet Fortuna now happily standing behind you. You turn to look at her and notice she was staring at his cock, you leave her like that. “What can I do for you?” the Frank asks.

“Having troubles with your watchmen?” you ask curiously.

“Or lack there of! It would have been nice if my predecessor actually did his job at all! But it turns out he hadn’t, merely using his men to make it ‘look’ like he was policing the town” Dumont grouched, running a hand down his face before reaching down and grabbing his wine, sculling the drink in one pull. The Frank looked at his empty goblet and then at the amphora against the wall before giving Fortuna a speculative look and getting up himself to go get some more.

“Apparently Strabo assigned some troops to help train your new watchmen” you say as Dumont waltzed over to his wine container. You noticed rather rapidly that the man’s tunic only went down to the waist, his trousers discarded at the side of the room explaining the shortness. This also meant you got a look at his rather muscled legs and other parts. According to Fortuna’s squeak, he was indeed in prime physical condition.

“Ahh yes, you refer to the girl with the magic sword” Dumont replied, taking a sip of his recently poured drink. “She’s teaching my men how to not run at the sight of a scary enemy” he said, setting the amphora down and striding back over to you, his cock dangling in the breeze. “They are using the training grounds they were originally trained at, it’s nice and open and doesn’t disturb the neighbours” Dumont told you, casting Fortuna another look, giving her a smirk as he very obviously checked her out. With a grin, you step back and shove Fortuna forward, eliciting a squeak from the girl. Dumont easily caught her with one arm and wrapped her up in a one armed hug around her waist. Fortuna was blushing madly at this, her chest heaving as she stared up into the man’s eyes.

“Why don’t you stay here and get acquainted while I go track my wayward soldier down” you say with a massive shit-eating grin. Fortuna turned to look at you, a look bouncing between lust and betrayal. “After all, you probably need to discuss merchant guards, or marines, or something, I dunno, I’m not in charge of the navy” you say before turning around and waltzing out. You stop after exiting the doorway and wait for a moment, a feminine moan follows you out and your grin widens.