Love In Pompeii

Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more pools in the massive room and the walls were decorated with large paintings of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the workout area, and on the other side was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the cold baths.

“Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave girl,” a friend of his said as he settled in the other side of the pool. Well, he wasn’t exactly a friend, more like a business acquaintance, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

“Oh, hey Quintus. Well, slave girl might not be the proper term…”

“Well does she work hard? The new slaves from up north have no work ethic.”

“I wouldn’t know, seeing as how I set her free.”
“What? Already? Wow, the work ethic of those barbarians is even worse than I thought.”

“No, I mean that she was never my slave. I paid Syphax, the vendor, for her freedom.”

“Why’d you do that? I know you’re rich, but that’s just throwing money away.”

“I didn’t do it as a faceless charity. I did it because… I’m not sure why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the life of forced servitude.”

“Well what happened afterwards? Where is she?”

“She’s living with me as my guest. I’m letting her stay in my guestroom, and I just bought her new clothes today.”

“By the gods, Arcadias! If you wanted to get a taste of a woman so bad, you could have just hired a prostitute. You didn’t have to pay for a slave girl if you just wanted someone to “sharpen you gladius”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way better prices than Syphax.”

“Damn it, weren’t you listening? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of life. I freed her because I didn’t want her to work as a slave all day and be raped all night,” Arcadias growled, Quintus’s words towards Ella infuriating him.

“Fine, sorry. Hey, where are you going?” Quintus asked as Arcadias climbed out of the pool.

“I’m going home, it’s getting late,” he said with anger evident in his tone.

Arcadias entered his come caught the odors of several delicious dishes. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

“Oh, dinner will be ready soon, Master.”

“I said that I would prepare dinner for you when I got back,” Arcadias said with a chuckle as he walked towards her.

“It is the duty of the servant to prepare the Master’s dinner,” she said with a bow of her head but a smile on her face.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him. “Please, call me Arcadias. Now, what’s cooking?”

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of stew hanging over the fire, a platter of roasted pork, and bowl of fruits and vegetables. Most rich families would have a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already?

“Sweet daughter of Neptune, you can cook?”

“I learned how in my homeland,” she said with a blush.

They carried all of the food into the dining room, where several couches were grouped around a table. Lying down on the couches on opposite sides of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meals he had ever eaten. Ella’s cooking was better than anyone else’ back home.

“Ella, this is absolutely delicious. By the way, you said that you learned how to cook in your homeland. Where exactly did you grow up?”

“I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summers in my homeland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful mural,” she said dreamily, looking to the painted walls as if to compare them to her memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias’s heart became chilled as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered. “But when I was eight years old, Gaelic invaders killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the servant of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and halls of the leader’s home, every night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my master’s son would grow up and take me as his bride.

In truth, I was lucky to be chosen as the wife of the next clan leader. I was worked half to death, but my master made sure no one touched me. He didn’t want to give his son damaged goods. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch as the strong would ravage and sodomize the weak. Several men would often gang up on one woman and violate her for hours on end. I had nightmares every night for the years I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman Legions came and slew the warlord and his forces. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a slave again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some cruel man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my life back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to remain as a slave, to remain as your slave.”

“You are not a slave,” said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes, “You are free. As of today, the right to choose who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever take it away.”

***

Arcadias stood in his candlelit bedroom, looking out the window. ‘It has been quite a day,’ he thought to himself as he saw the lanterns in the streets being lit.

“Master…” a soft voice cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a white gown, a sweet smile on her face.

“Ella.”

“I know I already said this, but I want to thank you again for everything you have done for me. No one has ever been as kind to me as you have,” she said as she stepped into the room, standing between the door and Arcadias.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said with a smile.

“Master, there is another thing I wanted to tell you…” she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his shoulders and he looked into her eyes. “Today you said that I regained the right to chose who touches me. Master, I choose you.”

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her soft lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for several moments as Arcadias wrapped his arms around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her hands from his shoulder and placed it on his cheek.

“This whole day, I’ve been wondering why I did what I did and gave you your freedom, why I stopped when I saw you. Now I realize that it was love at first sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you.”

“I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, feel my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real reason why I chose to continue to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my freedom, then I knew you would always be expecting me to leave, but I never wanted that to happen.”

She moved her hands to the collar of her gown and pulled it open, letting it fall down to her ankles and exposing her naked beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

“Today I told you that as my master, my body belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your lover. Arcadias, my body belongs to you.”

She lied back on the bed as he undressed. He suspended himself over her as they kissed, with his fingertips exploring her beautiful body. He placed his hand on one of her warm breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his hand and pinched her nipple, sending a shiver of ecstasy through her body. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, just please be gentle.”

“Don’t worry, I would never do something to make you uncomfortable.”

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his index and middle finger on the lips of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to come rather than the actual touch. He began stroking the two soft wet lips and Ella’s thighs automatically clamped around his hand, but at the same time, she wrapped her arm around his neck, trying to pull him closer as their tongues wrapped around each other’s.

Arcadias placed one finger between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his index and ring finger rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his middle finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his lips around the nipple and pulled, savoring the taste and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the movements of his fingers increased in speed and power, easing the stress in her body and opening the lips to show her pink sleeve. After several minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked body. He held his face just inches from her gates of paradise, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his tongue against the soft lips, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet taste of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger to draw forth more of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her virgin flower was tight and sweet, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of his face as if to keep him out, yet her moans, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his head with incredible strength as she gave a loud high-pitched moan, with liquid arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

“Arcadias, I’m ready. Take me, I’m begging you!”

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two lovers kissing kissing as he placed his hand on her cheek. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I offer myself to you; mind, body, and soul,” she whispered with her voice filled with love and lust.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the lips of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the head, the two of them could feel the pressure on her hymen, ready to be crushed. Ella was breathing so hard that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

“Ella, are you ok?”

“Oh God, yes. It feels so good. Just please, be gentle,”

“I will,” Arcadias said as he pushed his cock in another inch, deflowering the angel in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of pain, and once she caught her breath, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a crimson sheen on her member, proof of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth in rhythm, Arcadias’s manhood being driven deeper and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her slit felt unbelievable on Arcadias’s rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like hearts of fruit. But even better than the physical feeling was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a form of bliss that neither had ever imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few women in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the level of bliss he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias’s thrusts, Ella’s moans of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the house, in tandem with the clapping of their bodies. The smell of sweat and frantic breath filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his back as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias’s lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her back and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for dear life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a simultaneous orgasm, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their bodies coated in a thin film of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella’s beautiful eyes.

“I love you,” they both said at the same time before kissing.

***

On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under waves of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800’s, and archeologists were ecstatic to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would come across a hollow space in the ash, they would know it was from a dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster into the cavities, they were able to create perfect casts of the positions the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two bodies, one on top of the other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the genital area, and by studying the artifacts in the room, archeologists have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the last time because they knew that they were going to die, but most viewers of the Lovers Cast (as it is called) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the eruption. When hot ash burst through the doors and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this dream of fairy tail love, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and pieces of art in the world, for its emotional value.