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From: (Anonymous)

But now… but now, he was the object of her focus. To what end? There is wanting, and also wanting of the more… carnal variety. Vulpes cursed and wished that the Son of Mars had seen fit to have Lanius fetch her instead: the Legate might have found a woman such as the Courier entertaining. Perhaps even the generally reserved Lucius, who preferred his slaves somewhat more willing than most men in the Legion. Such thoughts were pointless, and he banished them furiously. In the meantime, he had a certain degenerate whore pinned to the wall. A fact that she did not seem to mind in the slightest.

And they had begun to draw an audience.

He fled, much to his shame, without another word, hounded by the fiery looks and unabashed amusement of the Courier.

If nothing else, he could report that the mission was a success, however tainted.

Waiting for the Courier to arrive at the Fort had been maddening. Caesar waited for no one, and yet this woman dared to delay their meeting. The Son of Mars did not seem overly perturbed by this, though perhaps the wait felt more strenuous to Vulpes: he’d half expected to become the subject of many crass and off-color humor, such as the plebians could fashion of his... sexuality. As though he were the deviant, and not those ignorant, sex-crazed animals! But nothing of the sort happened. It seemed the Courier preferred to hold his secret over his head.

Damned wretched creature!

He refused to be grateful. He would be, at most, cautiously relieved.

When the Courier finally deigned to arrive, she went boldly through the camp. She was maddeningly fearless. The men at the fort were irritated by her manner, for she was not modest, nor deferential when she spoke to them. To her, they were as nothing, when it should have been the reverse because of her womanhood. Vulpes suspected that her arrogance was due to her knowing his not-quite secret. Perhaps she thought that if she could hold him at bay, that she could the rest of the Legion. If so, then he could take some solace in knowledge that her arrogance would most likely result in her downfall. The knowledge did not comfort him much.

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Worse was yet to come. Somehow, the meeting had gone quite well. Even Caesar found himself reluctantly charmed by the Courier’s wit, her education allowing her to speak of things that most in the Legion did not dream of, nor cared to. Vulpes suppressed his dismay. He too, had been charmed by her agile mind once, and he feared that Caesar would give her a position as some sort of favored consort, simply for her conversational skills. If so, there would be no curbing that tongue of hers, nor properly taming the wretch, until the next leader of the Legion hopefully beheaded her.

Still, the woman did not try the patience of the Son of Mars. She accepted her orders and made to leave as soon as was reasonably possible. As she waited for her gear to be returned to her, however, the Courier caught his eyes. Vulpes wished he had gone straight to his tent, for the infernal whore then made what could only be interpreted as lusty overtures to him in the middle of the entire damned fort.

She never knew how close he came to killing her for her mockery. And perhaps she never would, for Caesar had seen her revolting display and hummed thoughtfully.

“Vulpes,” the Son of Mars smirked knowingly, “see to it that the Courier has reason to remain loyal.”

Any other day, he would have been honored to have Caesar’s confidence in his abilities. Not to say that he was not honored by his trust, but if Caesar expected him to seduce that depraved harlot…

“Vulpes!” Lucius smiled, “Well, it’s not every day a man’s duty is to take his pleasure of a woman.” He clapped his hand upon the frumentarius’ shoulder. “Oh, the things we do for the Legion!”

Indeed. Vulpes thought bitterly, as he watched the Courier cast a burning, mirth-filled look in his direction before sauntering out of the fort, the things we do for the glory of Caesar…

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Hope this pleases! Also, apologies for screwing up the numbering, and hopefully I didn't accidentally poach a title! *runs away*

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Female Courier, Vulpes Inculta, crack, asexuality,

From: (Anonymous)

This is so fun to read :) Poor Vulpes! hehe

From: (Anonymous)

Oh dear. I cackled. Poor Vulpes.

From: (Anonymous)

Hee! Sucks to be you, Vulpes.

From: (Anonymous)

HA! Oh man that has to suck! Will there be more, A!A? WILL THERE BE CRACKTASTIC FAILSEX!?!!?!

From: (Anonymous)

A!A, here!

I'm happy to see you enjoyed this! But sadly, I don't think there will be more; I thought about continuing but then ended up setting up a kind of sad dub-con scenario for these two. Not really my kind of thing to write. If anyone else wants to try writing it, however, I'd like to see what they do!