Uniform Change, quick sex break, Uniform Change

“I was thinking about reorganising the Legions” you say to the other people in the room. You had called a meeting of your military men in order to discuss equipment and organisation.

“Yes, our current model isn’t . . . conducive” Strabo agreed, stroking his beard in thought. “Having every soldier with a crossbow will lead to issues later” he told you. “I’d prefer they be replaced with throwing spears,” he added.

“I agree, as much as having every soldier capable of being an archer, we need more of a frontline fighter” Andraste piped up. You had decided to bring her in on this since she was technically the goddess of war now.

“My thoughts were to separate the legion into Auxilia categories” You say, leaning back in your seat as you observe the people around your meeting table. “How much do you know of the original Imperial Legions?” you ask.

“Not much I’m afraid, such knowledge is poorly known these days” Strabo replied with a sigh.

“In her glory days, Rome employed Auxilia units from various different tribes and factions who did a thing better than the Romans could” you explain. “Similar to the Foederati forces that would become the current day Federates” you continue. “These Auxilia units were legionnaires, though not as well equipped in many cases” you add “and where there were Auxilia who were raised for a specific purpose, they tended to bring their own equipment” you say.

“You want to do something similar” Strabo stated with a thoughtful hum.

“Yes” you agree, “My thought was to have the legionnaires trained in a wide spectrum, taking those that excel in some specific category and training them up as specialists for that category” you say. “For instance, crossbowmen, or Arbalistae Auxilia, will be legionnaires who have shown above average marksmanship with crossbows. Thus, they are trained up in the use of crossbows as their primary weapon, but they are still legionnaires and can fight like legionnaires” you explain.

“Hmm, I think I get it, we train our Legionnaires in a wide spectrum until they’ve achieved basic competency, but focus them heavily on the more frontline aspects of being a Legionnaire. We then take those who excel in various areas and train them up in a similar fashion, but with greater focus on their specialty” Strabo said.

“Exactly” you reply. “We’d ideally form entire cohorts of Auxilia units with a certain ratio of a legion being devoted to frontline combat and the rest filling specialty roles, but any cohort on it’s own can take the role of an entire legion all by itself, it need not have any specialists” You explain

“It’ll take time, but at least now I know why you told me to seperate the marksmen” Strabo commented “You mentioned some equipment changes?” he asked. You sent a mental signal to Vera and she came striding in and full of confidence.

Vera stood at attention, her shield by her side and allowed the assembled persons to get a good look at her. For chest armour, she was wearing a dark red gambeson which was covered by a breastplate made from steel. The breastplate was rolled slightly in the chest area to provide more comfort for female soldiers, though this was probably unnecessary and certainly didn’t make the armour look feminine at all. In actuality it had the unintended effect of creating an air cushion between the wearer and any blow that might strike them.

For shoulder protection she had steel pauldrons formed in a spade like shape. This was strapped to her shoulder in such a fashion that it also covered the bicep as well. Her shins were guarded by steel greaves, while her gambeson reached down far enough to hide her thighs. These were, however, protected by articulated steel bands on a cloth backing. Lastly, her arms were protected by bracers made of two formed plates of steel with an additional plate extending out over the right hand for extra protection on her sword arm.

Her shield was a Norman kite shield, coloured red with golden eagle wings extending out from the steel boss. The rim of the shield also had a steel plate riveted on it for additional protection. Upon Vera’s head was a kettle helmet with a horsehair plume that rose up and fell behind her like a high ponytail. The helmet also included maille on a cloth backing which provided cheek and neck protection without restricting the wearers head’s movement.

“That is going to take a long time to mass produce” was Strabo’s first reaction.

“Not nearly as long as mass producing Maille, I’m told we are at the end of our armour stores and it takes a maille maker a year just to make one” you reply, getting a nod from Strabo.

“The feet are unprotected” one of the other men in the room commented.

“A strategic decision though armoured plates can be made to cover the foot” you reply.

“Our men have to march in this Dentus” Strabo said “Covering the feet will lead to problems” he added and the man now marked as Dentus nodded

“Your thoughts?” you ask Strabo who turned back to Vera.

“I need to detach her from her current listing so she can be permanently assigned to you” he replied, causing Vera to blush brightly though she remained at attention. You chuckle in response to this before folding your arms and giving the man a look. “I’ll need to confer with smiths and armourers to determine how long it takes to make, I’ll need examples for this as well, I’ll make my full decision once I’m confident this takes less time to make” Strabo told you.

“Understood, feel free to make changes to the exact appearance if you can think of things that will provide better efficiency” you reply. With this, Strabo and his entourage got up and filed out. “Oh, Andraste? Would you be able to meet me at my villa at some point?” you ask the golden goddess. The woman gave you a very subtle smirk before nodding and leaving herself.

“U-umm, my lord?” Vera asked. “They didn’t seem too h-happy” she commented sadly. You place a hand on either shoulder and look the girl in the eyes until she blushed.

“I’m happy” you say and the girl blushed even more. You take your hands off her shoulders and turn to leave. “Especially since you are going to be assigned to me personally, allowing me to do whatever I want with you” you comment over your shoulder. You stop and think for a minute, remembering she’s under age. “How old are you?” you ask the girl who had gotten lost in her own fantasies.

“Uh? Umm seventeen my lord” she replied “My birthday is in Autumn” she added. That was interesting, at least now you know when she would become available.

“Interesting, in any case, make sure to get your orders in uhh order and when you are released into my service, I’ll have work for you” you say before turning and leaving.

****

The sound of slapping flesh echoed around your lounge room as Andraste rode you. You didn’t originally have the intention of screwing her, or her you but it seems that your proclivities in the Midnight Glade have opened some sort of gate. You groan appreciatively as the pleasure mounted, Andraste’s hips pistoning on top of you at speed. The woman had taken an interesting ‘bunny’ stance to allow herself to pound herself on your cock as fast and as hard as she could, this gave you the perfect angle to see the glistening juices of her arousal trail down your shaft and collect around your groin. Her moans increased in tempo as you got closer to orgasm and you realised the cheeky little bunny had used some kind of god power to synchronise your orgasms. You arch back and buck your hips into the woman as you get closer to blowing your load, Andraste’s own body speeding up and her moans getting more **** until finally, you came. Your orgasm hit at the exact same time as hers based on her orgasmic cry of relief and her arching back as she slammed herself on top of you one last time. A few moments went by as her body spasmed before she came down from her orgasm, moving her hips a bit to milk the last few tingles out before sliding herself off of your cock and slumping down on top of you. You wrap your arms around the woman and hold her tight, basking in the afterglow and enjoying the sound of her breathing.

Andraste woke up a few hours later, blinking owlishly at you before giving you a sheepish look.

“It’s been a few centuries since the last time I slept with a man” Andraste explained, not moving from her position. “And I s-shouldn’t have t-ried syncing our orgasms” she added with a blush “You have so much stamina, I was **** by the time I came” she told you. You chuckle softly while stroking her spine, getting a pleased hum from the woman.

“I did ask you here for reasons other than sex” You whisper into the woman’s ear, not making any move to get up.

“Oh?” she asked, her eyes closed and her head resting on your shoulder.

“I wanted to give you armour that would be better than maille” you say.

“Can it wait?” she asked.

“Until before or after we have another round?” you ask, the woman replied with a smile.

“You can be on top” she sighed happily.

“You’d better sync orgasms again” you growl into her ear, delighting as her eyes snapped open in slight fear.

****

“Wow, you look hot in a badass way” Artemis commented as you and she sat side by side. Andraste stood in a regal pose before you, spear in one hand and dramatically looking off to the side.

“I do good work” You comment as you judge said work for yourself. Andraste was wearing plate armour of her own. She was actually wearing a hoplite style muscle plate, but instead of muscles it was showing off her feminine form. A smooth, taut stomach complete with a belly button led up into perfectly formed teardrop breasts that mirrored Andraste’s own. The piece had leaves and flowers decorating her body, right up to her boobs where a flower in full bloom replaced the nipple on each breast. The armour was a palladium colour while the decorations were gold. Underneath her muscle plate was a forest green, silken long tunic that stopped just above her knees. The tunic had slits on both sides so she could move without restraint while also showing off her legs if you are lucky enough to be beside her when she runs.

For her legs, she had armoured greaves of the same colour as the rest of her armour with the same decorations and her head was protected by a visored Celtic helm with a white horsehair plume at the very top.

“I feel surprisingly modest yet immodest at the same. I’m fully clothed and yet this breastplate leaves nothing to the imagination, while it’s entirely possible for someone to get a look at my privates if they are beside me when I walk” Andraste commented as she struck a few more poses.

“And this is a bad thing?” you ask with a grin. The woman shot you a smirk before shaking her head in mock exasperation.

“At least I’m modestly protected” she replied and you chuckle at her joke.