Chapter 2: Chapter 2
“How is it you can speak those words?” he asked.
The Red Devil had spoken in the tongue of Brennus and his people. Never before had Brennus heard such a thing, nor heard of it happening. It was widely known the Red Devils were too arrogant to learn the words of the people whose land they had invaded.
The Red Devil stepped forward, his erection poking through the leather strips of his baltea. “From your own people. I’m a scholar of languages and translator for my legion.”
Brennus picked up his clothing.
“There’s no need to fear me,” said the Red Devil. “My name’s Cyprian.”
Brennus regarded him for a moment. “I’m Brennus.”
Cyprian approached Brennus and hugged him.
“You were watching me sleep?” asked Brennus.
Cyprian stepped back. “I was.”
“To what purpose?”
Cyprian’s eyes ran the length of Brennus’s body and back again. “To admire its beauty. The naked male form, especially one so sculpted and honed to perfection as yours, is to be celebrated. And that’s what I was doing. Celebrating it.”
Brennus eyed him with suspicion. “I’ll kill you if you try to take me.”
Cyprian held up a hand.
Brennus shook his head. “I know what your people do to mine. You won’t get the chance to capture me. Try it and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”
Cyprian waved his hand. “No, no. I’m not here to capture you. It was only by accident I happened upon you sleeping. I was going back to the encampment, you see. You might have seen my regiment returning.”
Brennus nodded.
“I was thirsty. I wanted a drink. But when I saw your naked body, I realised I wasn’t so thirsty as I first thought.” He smiled, his teeth perfect. “I’m sorry if my hard cock offended you. I’d rather you considered it a compliment.”
The conversation seemed to be rekindling whatever flames had been ignited in Cyprian earlier. A small movement at the base of his tunic captured Brennus’s attention. The soldier’s cock, which had momentarily disappeared, now made a reappearance.
“You can see the effect you have on me,” said Cyprian, holding out his arms. “I’m powerless to stop it. It’s been many weeks since…” He cleared his throat. “Well…since there’s been any relief.”
The soldier absentmindedly gave his cock a single stroke, the action making the organ stand fully upright.
Despite himself, Brennus felt his cock start to swell. He had a suspicion that perhaps this man, this Red Devil, might possibly have the same desires as he had. Was it possible this chance encounter was not an accident? Maybe the gods had finally rewarded him for his devotion.
“I see you’re not so passive, either,” said Cyprian, stepping forward. He took Brennus’s growing erection in his hand and squeezed it. “Not passive at all.”
Cyprian looked into Brennus’s eyes, and suddenly, no boundaries lay between them. They were not Briton and Red Devil, but two men alone together in the woods.
Brennus closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to luxuriate in the sensation of another man’s hand on his most private part. Cyprian’s slow stroking movements possessed warmth, but also magic. His whole body felt warm, and his breathing became deeper. He could feel the rise and fall of his chest, exaggerated. A moan escaped his lips. Embarrassed, his eyelids flew open to see Cyprian smiling at him.
In an instant, his lips clasped on Cyprian’s, kissing them, tasting them. Another man’s lips. Another man’s breath. Cyprian’s tongue pushed its way into his mouth, sliding over his own. The other man’s breath filled his mouth. All his life he had waited for this moment—to feel another man’s mouth on his. Yet the excitement proved overwhelming. Too soon, he climaxed over Cyprian’s hand.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t…”
Cyprian licked the seed from his hand and pushed his lips against Brennus’s so that he might taste the bitter saltiness of his own climax. It was a new taste. Unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
It seemed only fair that Brennus should return the pleasure he’d been given. Gripping Cyprian’s cock, he began stroking it while the soldier undid the buckle on his baltea and pulled up the hem of his tunic. In doing so, he exposed an area of pale olive skin covered in thick, black hair, as well as allowing Brennus more room to manoeuvre.
Brennus stood slightly behind Cyprian, allowing his hand to go faster on the Red Devil’s cock. Then noticing the roundness of the man’s buttocks, he began exploring them with his free hand. He slid his fingers over the twin mounds and along the unseen crevice between. As the side of hand brushed over Cyprian’s anus, the man cried out, giving Brennus an idea.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone