Scarlet Sands
Scarlet Sands
Series Crimson & Steel: Book 2
Heat Rating 3
Released 2011-12-16
Word Count 19837
Keywords erotica, historical, ancient rome, ric bern, rome, gladiators, barbarians, ménage, m/fm/m/f, romance, lust, lovers
ISBN 978‐1‐77101‐036‐8
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Price :$2.99
The demise of Braxus was not the end of the troubles to befall the barbarian and the general.
Set in Ancient Rome, Scarlet Sands continues the story of two pairs of lovers. Marcus is a Roman general stationed in Noricum. His recent actions after the death of a favored gladiator have him at odds with the egomaniacal mayor where he is stationed, and his political acumen will soon be put to the test. Kell, the willowy, young slave girl of Nordic origin he recently purchased, is learning how to best serve her master.
Asmin is also no stranger to bondage, having been trained in the seraglios of the East as a pleasure slave. A runaway, she has been taken in and protected by Ulf. She a dusky-skinned treasure from Armenia, and he a sandy-haired Adonis from Germania, they make an unlikely pair. Yet they strive to find a way to live in the wilds of Noricum and shy away from imperial authority. But winter is coming, and so that Ulf can ensure Asmin's survival, they must risk a journey into the city to trade for supplies. Their decision to venture to the heart of Noricum has drastic consequences for both couples.
"I do trust you have enjoyed my gifts," she managed to say with practiced confidence, easing into the chamber. She sat on the bench across from the pair of brawlers. Suddenly she had no use for her hands, and she fiddled with her hair before forcing them into her lap.
"Oh yeah, isn't that so, Dinos?" Laris prodded, elbowing his companion.
"Fine fare, my lady," he added. "The jailer brought us wood, bedding, and wine not an hour ago. I hope that you have not troubled yourself overly much on our account."
"Oh, it is no trouble," she assured them, waving off his false worry. "I only wanted to see to your comfort. You traveled so far, and I only desired you to feel welcome in our city."
"Yeah, welcome," Laris said almost cynically, devouring her with his gaze. He sneered in a hungry smile. "Why don't you take off your cloak and get warm here by the fire with us?"
Kallista burned inside, knowing what was to come, versed in this verbal dance. She rose and let her garment fall from her shoulders so that it pooled at her feet. Beneath she wore a silken tunic so short and sheer that a slave girl would be ashamed to serve in such a garment. Cheeks heated, she stepped around the brazier and sat between the gladiators. Her sheath flooded as she inhaled their musk. She placed a hand on each of their thighs and caressed gently.
"Why don't you boys get out of those tunics and show me your appreciation?" she asked huskily, sliding her palms up to cup their cocks through their clothing. A smile split her freckled face and pleasure writhed like a serpent deep within her soul.
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