That she had willingly bedded a man of the Legion, with nothing to gain and much to lose, amazed Aurelius. He couldn’t bring himself to speak; a strange state of affairs for a man who was usually unfettered in conversation. Vyrra then walked over to him without reserve, and sat on his lap, kissing his chin gently with her full, soft, lips. He crushed his arms around her and inhaled the scent of the courier.

Quietly the two petted each other in the office chair for several minutes, causing Aurelius to swell again and press against her thigh.

“I don’t think you will be seeing Caesar anytime soon, if I have any say about it,” Aurelius teased.

“He can wait,” The courier said, kissing him.

He lifted her up, carrying her over to his bed and depositing her on it. He watched her for a second, enjoying how her tits heaved with her breath. He then walked across the room to lock the door.
They spent two days in that room, eating whatever was around or could be continently fixed form her pack and fucking like it was something they both just figured out they could do. Occasionally Aurelius would have to bark orders at his men from the door, but was quick to return to his new lover. Vera enjoyed his affection, but through to herself ruefully that the other factions might have to come up with a moutian of caps to compete with the hard bodied Legionary she had just met.