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Kate Quinn, Mistress of Rome, page 294-295:
Lepida’s POV: My stola ripped, and Paulinus was a panting, sweating beat on top of me. I raked my nails, drawing blood that shifted colors in my eyes. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Emperor doing something to Thea, Thea half-clothed and turning her head away on the cushions… Paulinus was hot hard invading flesh above me, diamond drops of sweat falling from his face, his eyes two dark pits, his mouth a squared agonized hole. I rolled my eyes dizzily to look at Thea, crushed under a panting sweating beast of her own, and her eyes snapped open and met mine.
Eyes locked while our bodies writhed. The world cleared around Thea’s face; Thea’s white, hating face not two feet away. Blood on her lip, her hair a tangle of sweat and silver chains, her eyes dilated by the drug. Hated her – hated her – a leap of answering loathing in her eyes – speared down by hard male flesh, both of us, or we’d leap for each other’s throats. Rocked and pinioned, we still reached out, clawing across the space. Her fingers crushed mine, trying to break bone, and I sank my nails deep into her knuckles and neither one of us would look away. Her eyes were the last thing I saw before the colors clashed in around my head.
Headcanon Cast:
Thea … Ella Rumpf (circa 2016) but with brown eyes
Lepida Pollia … Kerry Condon (circa 2005)
Emperor Domitian … Cillian Murphy (circa 2024) but with black eyes
Prefect Paulinus … Joaquin Pheonix (circa 2000)
Fanfiction Continuation:
Whatever thoughts are occurring in Lepida’s head – if any – clearly bring her great pleasure. Thea saw the dilation in Lepida’s silver eyes before she had slammed them shut in ecstasy, a rare sight; Lepida’s heart was filmed with lustful hatred, her eyes were rarely fully blackened. Her pupils were usually a sharp pin-prick of maliciousness. Perhaps on this occasion she can think Domitian for the drugs sweeping away the bratty Patrician’s anger.
On the drugs, Lepida’s moans sound less obnoxious to Thea and more melodic- ironic given the horrid nature of Lepida’s singing voice, but perhaps Lepida whored because it was her talent, similarly to how singing was Thea’s.
Paulinus fucks his step-mother earnestly, like a puppy dog rutting lovingly, quick and sweaty. He pounds up inside of Lepida, his handsome face buried in her sly neck. Thea can hear his manly groans mixed with his sweet whimpering he does when he gets lovingly lost inside a woman, just as he had done with her summers ago.
Thea knows personally that Paulinus fucks with his heart, knows that the look of absolute wantonness on Lepida’s face is no act, albeit a bit more expressed from the Indian herb the Emperor forced them all to take. Lepida’s cruel hand softens in Thea’s, and turns to something Thea didn’t know Lepida was capable: vulnerability. Her other hand lays tangled in Paulinus’ hair, holding him close to her body as he travels his mouth closer to her collar-bone.
Domitian is less loving in his sex than Paulinus; his teeth grab Thea’s soft light-brown nipple roughly, and drugged pain wrecks through her body, coloured-red and vibrating through her bones. His moans are deep and angered. He clenches her waist so tightly that there will surely be finger-tip shaped bruises in the area tomorrow. She groans painfully as she feels Domitian’s hand reach around to her ass, shoving in one? two? three? she can’t tell fingers dryly into her anus. Thea silently thanks her drugged state for erasing most of the pain, and strangely enough, having the dignity to replace it with pleasure.
Thea would be lying if she said she did not usually find pleasure with Domitian. Yes, he was rough. Rougher than any man, even Arius. However, Arius had loved her roughly. Domitian fucks her as if he’s fighting a battle against Gaul; savagely, precisely, dirty. He hits her pleasured spot each time, and if it wasn’t for the abuse he forced onto her before, during, and after against her will, she’d find him a pleasant lover.
She finds herself wondering occasionally about what exactly happens inside her Emperor’s head while he performs such brutal acts upon her; slapping her naked body after submerging her in cold water, dripping candle wax onto her pussy and breasts, fucking her ass roughly with minimal oil, holding her down by her silver collar to choke on his cock. He chokes her always. Pulls her hair. Slaps her ass. Her face. Her cunt. Her tits. Slaps whatever he wants, whenever he feels like it, and-
Thea’s thoughts are interrupted, and she’s brought back down to Earth as Domitian removes the fingers from her bottom and shoves them roughly into her mouth before taking them out and wrapping his ruddy hand around her throat. Her eyes focus back on Lepida, still being fucked animalistically by Paulinus.
The Judaean finds herself surprised to see Lepida’s silver eyes staring- with concern of all things- while Thea receives her strangeling. Her soft hand gives a gentle squeeze to Thea’s, and before Thea’s drugged mind can orchestrate any sort of thought, Lepida launches forward.
“Lepida-“ Paulinus whimpers as he falls backwards on the couch, his naked back landing softly on Domitian’s, who removes his hand from Thea’s throat. He turns slightly, a soft annoyance in his black eyes.
Thea is ready to fight if she needs to, ready always. Instead, she finds herself in utter shock as Lepida presses her soft lips against Thea’s open, baffled mouth.
Thea can hear her own moans mixing with Lepida’s as their tongues find each other, their saliva mixing in a battle Thea finds strangely erotic. Her eyes shut as she reciprocates her enemy’s passionate kiss.
Domitian’s thrusting had taken pause during this, and Thea can feel his black eyes burning into her. She wonders if he is jealous, angered, but finds himself as foreignly aroused as Thea does. If this were a man, Thea thinks as Domitian begins thrust back up into her, I’d be making out with a severed head.
When Lepida finally pulls away to breath, Domitian pulls out of Thea, standing up briskly. He looks less like the God he claims to be, less like an Emperor; more of an animal, sweating and breathing heavily as he stares down at the three with dark eyes.
The three stare up at Domitian. Thea pushes away her fear, and replaces the emotion with a look of indifference. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see that Lepida has paused her attention to Thea, and instead stares lustfully at Domitian. What is the most surprising, though, is Paulinus’ gaze- there’s something soft in his icey blue eyes, his dark disheveled hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. His lips parted slightly, he breathes heavily, his chest following. His cock twitches as Domitian’s eyes finish on Paulinus.
“You three,” his voice feels like a dark rainbow, filled with malice. Maybe he is a God like he says, Thea thinks. Maybe she should be scared of him. Her thoughts begin to overpower her, but Domitian’s voice brings her back to reality. “…Are the only ones I want in this life.”
Thea can feel her brain melting into a slow-moving river of colour. She wonders if the drug is having the same effect on her three companions, or if it is just her. She can hear Domitian saying something, but it’s not registering in her head. Suddenly, the Emperor grabs her hair roughly, thrusting her towards Lepida, who crashes her lips against hers one more. They kiss each other in the lap of Paulinus, whose dilated eyes stare in awe.
Before Thea can fully grasp this position, Domitian’s cock is separating Lepida and Thea’s kiss. Lepida moans, licking his member whorishly while Thea licks slowly. The scent of his manhood fills her nostrils- warm and sweet, and as it overcomes her, her mind becomes fogged and she matches Lepida’s energy.
On her right, Thea’s head hits something, and as she opens her eyes to look at what it is, she watches, her eyes wide, as Paulinus sucks on the tip of Domitian’s cock, his eyes fluttering as he practically kisses it with his whole heart. The young man’s blue eyes are slammed shut tightly, and Thea can tell from the look on his face that shame spirals in his head from the Greek encounter.
Despite his apparent guilt, Paulinus continues to suck on the Emperor’s cock. Less surprisingly, Domitian removes his hand from Lepida’s head and onto Paulinus’, his crooked fingers traveling through the dark curls of the Prefect. When Thea looks over to Lepida, she can see the look of disgusted arousal on the whorish woman’s face, watching her step-son slash lover taking an effeminate role with the Emperor.
Thea would be lying if she didn’t admit the pool of wetness between her legs at the sight; she had seen much, but never this. She had heard it popular in Greece, but her knowledge on the subject of homosexuality ceased there. Despite the taboo, her and Lepida not dare tear their eyes away.
The singer cannot mask the gasp that she emits when Domitian suddenly grasps tightly the back of the Prefect’s head, shoving his manhood deeply down the young man’s throat. Paulinus’ eyes open finally, widening in shock as the cock hits the back of his virgin throat. His hands reach up to the cloaked thighs of Domitian, trying to push away, but the older man holds him tightly down. Lepida seems not to care about Paulinus’ struggle, as she turns down to meet her step-son’s neck, kissing and biting in some sort of sick support.
“Good man,” Domitian’s rough voice breaks out into the dining room, and his voice sounds Godly, rough and terrifying as the vowels meet Thea’s ears. Paulinus’ gives up his struggle against the God, his hands falling meekly as his blue eyes stare up, silently begging for Domitian to either pull away and allow him breath, or to fuck him further into depravity. The trio do not have to wait in anticipation for the Emperor’s decision, as he decides quickly.
Instead of moving Paulinus, the Emperor moves his own hips back, and ruts roughly into the Prefect’s mouth. The young man accepts this, his eyes fluttering and rolling back as his oxygen is cut by Domitian’s cock. The sight is masculine and aggressive, and in this moment through Thea’s eyes, Domitian looks less like a God and more of a pathetic, rutting animal chasing pleasure.
The air runs thick with tension and colours Thea did not even realize existed. Suddenly, as if appearing out of nowhere, Thea jumps slightly, realizing that, indead, Lepida’s blonde presence is still here. Lepida has torn her thick red lips from Paulinus’ neck, finally, and has met eyes with the singer.
Thick, blood-red hatred runs between their eyes, through the air, and Thea tastes metal. The last thing she expects is for Lepida to pounce at her, and instead of beating the poor girl, she presses her lips against Thea’s, kissing her rougher than any man ever had.
“Lepida,” Thea finds herself moaning, then squealing slightly, as Lepida bites her lip so hard it draws blood. The taste of metal moments ago had been foreshadowing. Can the drugs do that, tell the future?
Regardless of pain, Thea pushes forward, her and Lepida’s bright mouths fighting harshly against one another, in a battle of pleasure they are both determined to win. The slave girl wonders if it will end here, with these malicious pecks, but she finds herself unsurprised when Lepida’s mouth travels lower and lower, before dipping her tongue deep inside Thea’s cunt.
Bursts of light shoot up Thea’s spine as Lepida wiggles and waggles her tongue in a way Thea did not even know was possible. Pleasure races through her nerves, causing her olive flesh to shiver and her toes to curl. Domitian says something, but Thea can’t register it; she’s too busy, finding herself wondering if Lepida has done this before, or if Thea’s cunt is the first one the noble girl has ever worshipped.
Hey ya’ll so I began writing this over a year ago. In this time I have kinda grown out of the fandom for this book and have gotten into a serious relationship and have started my career. In summary, I just don’t have the passion or time to finish this.
If you want to copy and paste this fanfic, and finish it, publish it as your own, PLEASE DO! YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION! I don’t plan on finishing it!