The Dining Hall, The Home Of Lycidas, The Kingdom Of Medina, 520 B.C...
Upon their arrival back into the capital city of the kingdom, Lycidas parted ways with Tyrus who had been acting rather strangely ever since they got back to the city, and ventured toward his own home eager to see his wife and children. He was quite famished when he arrived and was instructed by the serving staff to await his meal in the dining area of the house. It was a modest area, not so grandiose as the dining hall within the main castle, but it was where many a soldier were privy to being a guest of their general during dinners. Lycidas was treated to his lovely expecting wife accompanying him as she saw his boy off to his tutor's in a bid to further his education and the maidens had taken care to look after the still sleeping Mirna as the couple dined together while their servants waited on them hand and foot.
"I take it that you enjoyed yourself at the feast last night," said Mira observing her husband as she cut into a slab of meat that lined her plate.
Lycidas smiled and sat with his back pressed against the well-crafted Roman chair he occupied.
"Immensely," he replied with a flicker of excitement behind his eyes. "I don't think anyone left that event sober of course I don't believe Father would have had it any other way, Tyrus and I got turned around in the dark and ended up spending the night in a distant cave."
"Well, that couldn't have been a very pleasant experience to have to endure." said his wife trying to imagine what foolishness the drunken men had gotten up to in the dark and out of their minds.
"I suppose the overindulgence of mead helped it pass quickly because I couldn't even remember how we got to that cave after it was all said and done," admitted Lycidas taking a drink from his goblet and biting into his slab of meat. "Other than the mead, I was privy to some rather fond dreams of my lovely wife to comfort me amid the cold night."
Mira seemed pleased by this and continued to eat her meal as her husband did enjoying the presence of his company like he had longed to do for so many months since his absence.
Lycidas finished his meal in record time but knew his adventures in the middle of the night had left him quite filthy and the stench he carried wasn't in the least pleasing to his wife so he found himself once more following one of the maidens into the washroom for a bath secretly hoping that his wife would feel the notion to join him once more.
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The Washroom, The Home Of Lycidas, The Kingdom Of Medina, 520 B.C....
Just as before, Lycidas stripped out of his clothing and the maidens took care to scoop them up to be seen to in the laundry. He stood before a similar group of doe-eyed young ladies who had never seen a man naked before let alone a man with a physique as impressive as his. The crimson on the cheeks of a few of the girls had been a clear indication that they were even less experienced with a man being as well endowed as he as the second Prince of Medina climbed into the warm bath enjoying the sensation of his aching muscles being relaxed and his mind drifting off into a contented peace.
It was good to be home again, and with the bloodshed and war behind him, he could see to the upbringing of his children and the proper care for his wife as they awaited the arrival of their third child together. The worries and cares of the past seemed to melt away as Lycidas looked forward to a brighter future with his family and the pleasant life his homeland provided.
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The Master Bedroom, The Home Of Lycidas, The Kingdom Of Medina, 520 B.C...
Dripping wet from his bath, Lycidas made his way into the large bedroom he shared with his wife and crawled into bed. He was pleased to find that he had not been alone as she had been lying in wait he dropped the crisp white towel that was around his waist and dived in still slick to the touch, but she didn't seem to mind when their collective lips crashed together in a heated series of kisses. The experience of being home did him a world of good as he took his time running his slick hands over her belly and kissing softly at the exposed flesh. She was carrying another of his children just as he intended when he slaughtered his rivals to win her love and hand in marriage.
She was still a formidable force to be reckoned with when not expecting and it only added to his passion for her whenever they made love. If there was ever anything other than combat that he'd been good at it was most definitely looking as if making future warrior children from his potent seed was one of those things.
Mira had been well aware that her husband was quite the impressive specimen the other women in the kingdom thought him to be as he scooted his body closer to hers pulling her via the waist as he maneuvered in bed in anticipation of the act that she knew all too well he'd been eager for. She barely had time to catch her breath in the wake of his feverish kisses before she felt the onset of a familiar intrusion. A moan passed through her lips as she began to relax her body against his recalling how easy this had been for the two of them, as if they were made to fit perfectly together from the very start.
Lycidas kissed his wife's neck and shoulder as he began to ease his way inside her knowing that she'd been still slightly recovering from the last time they were intimate. He let out a groan from the sensation of his wife's warmth enveloping his sizeable cock and began a series of long slow thrusts via his pelvis as she moaned and panted beside him. She enjoyed when he took her from behind almost as much as when he was towering above her. The pregnancy being as far along as it was seemed to increase the growing need he had for his wife and it was only spurred via her own seemingly unending desire for her husband in any fashion.
It was always like this when she was expecting, her body craved his like no other time and he was more than happy to oblige no matter the hour of the day. His absence due to the war only made her need for him grow all the more and she barely could contain herself as he once more began to pick up the pacing via his movements.
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Elsewhere.....
While the newly returned prince was enjoying his time with his wife, there were those lurking amid the shadows of old crypts with the sole intent of ensuring that he'd never again enjoy the glory of another successful campaign nor the comforts of home. The enraged scheming of his elder brother Basilius of Medina first in line to inherit their father's throne wasn't in the least pleased that his younger brother had survived such a trying war and not only did he obtain victory over the fiendish northern barbarians, but he brought back treasures untold to add to the spent wealth of the kingdom.
While Basilius sulked in the shadows of the crypt that he would never obtain any sort of favor with the people as his brother had his mother had been scheming well into the night the day before and was at last about to announce her grand plan to him.
Clelia of Rome was forever a cunning serpent behind a golden crown and had always thought the barbarian woman and her offspring were a mockery of civilization. She loathed the fact that Maeva had borne her husband a child and that he was next in line to inherit the throne behind her perfect Roman-influenced child.
"The thought of that barbarian bastard being praised by everyone including Father always sickens me." pouted Basilius folding his arms across his thin chest.
He'd been quite the contrast from his war hero younger brother Lycidas and even less charming than his naïve and well-mannered baby brother Nicodemus. The people knew all too well the acts of intolerable cruelty he'd dish out if he had ever gotten the chance and wanted no part of it.
Basilius was a serpentine as his mother's all too appropriately chosen name for him implied and quite a meek little coward when it came to combat or any other manual form of labor. He spent his life lavishing in wealth and being pampered as a firstborn son always is when in the bloodline of royalty.
His mother more or less did all the thinking and fighting of his battles for him and this time would be no different. She set to work concocting a scheme that would not only ensure her son would become king, but that she could destroy both King Myron and the barbarian-blooded Prince Lycidas at the same time.
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The Master Bedroom, The Home Of Lycidas, The Kingdom Of Medina, 520 B.C...
Moans and whimpers continued to fill the bedroom of Lycidas and his wife Mira as the intensity of their act could be heard echoing throughout the household as many a servant girl either blushed or giggled in the wake of free running fantasies. Once again jealousy had reared its ugly head in the form of a working servant girl by the name of Tamera who had been disgusted with the fact that such a mighty and well-known hero of Medina was spilling his precious seed inside an uncultured swine of a woman who had not belonged. The embittered servant girl hated Mira of Medina and everything she stood for, her unappealing darker flesh and wanton behavior to ensnare the unsuspecting Prince of Medina, and most of all she hated that she bore his children.
Tamera suspected or rather wanted it to be true that Mira was nothing more than a hideous sea witch living off the people's good nature due to her handsome war hero husband being enthralled via a spell. She longed many a night to be the one on the receiving end of such pleasurable moans and in the arms of the very capable prince as he sought her out to sate his lust, but he had been much too busy playing with his exotic whore of a wife to ever consider her
She would have been proud to produce a line of beautiful and wealthy royal children but she had never been given a proper chance. Her children would have been better looking and better behaved had she birthed them for the Prince and good measure they would have truly been citizens of Medina unlike the abominable wretches birthed from the horrid womb of the vile sea witch Mira.
Lycidas continued his thrusts into the warm depths of his lovely wife unaware that anyone had been listening let alone that the servant girl Tamera had designs upon him and wished for a future never to come to pass. The inevitable pulsing of his cock signaled the onset of the end of their latest round of coupling since his return and Lycidas gripped his wife tighter pulling her back to his chest as he let off burst after burst of his uninhibited seed inside her warmth knowing all too well her womb had already been occupied via his latest child.
Slick via the sweat that covered them and Lycidas continued to hold his wife to him allowing the remainder of his bursting seed to fill her as she moaned in appreciation for the pleasure he saw fit to give to her. He kissed the flesh of her neck and on top of the head as he took in the sight of how sweat from their act caused her dark-toned skin to glisten.
He held her close to him listening to the beating of her heart as she did the same of his and they both took notice of the fact that both were beating at the same time and to the same rhythm. Thinking back on where he was just a few days prior, Lycidas found that he enjoyed being home a lot more than he used to before a fated journey saw fit to ensure that Mira came into his life.