The Patrician and the Soldier (A Roman Sex Story)

By Holly Kreuz

Rich patrician Flavia escapes an attack on her villa with nothing but the robe on her back.

Legionnaire Marcus has the task of getting this pampered noble back to Rome, avoiding the deadly tribesmen who hunt them.

Marcus is entranced by Flavia's dirty tales of sordid Rome, and Flavia finds that life roughing it isn't so bad when you're with a legionnaire..

18+ Adults only. Graphic sex scenes

• Language: English
• Publisher: Holly Kreuz
• Release date: Feb 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301524099

Holly Kreuz

A lonely lass in the English countryside. I put my own fantasies to paper, it's like a cheap thrill.

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The Patrician and the Soldier

A Roman Sex Story

By Holly Kreuz

Smashwords Edition

Copyright Holly Kreuz 2013

Flavia raced through the muddy escape tunnel. Rotting wooden beams flashed by, straining under the immense weight. Black dirt covered her heart-shaped face, and her fine dress was torn and filthy.

The German tribes had raided in the night, capturing the small villa with ease. Her servants lay dead or captured as slaves. The small guard she had been given had crumbled against the vicious attackers. Only Flavia had managed to scramble to the secret route.

She stopped and leaned against one of the pillars, her forehead buried in her arms. She raised her torch to the darkness and stared along the tunnel, straining her ears for voices or footsteps. Only the low rumble of the torch sounded in the thick air. Relief flooded through her and she wiped her damp brow, smearing the grime across her usually pristine face.

She carried on through the passage, lighting the way with her fading torch. The tunnel narrowed, the carved dirt walls becoming less solid. She stooped as the packed dirt above her began to slope downwards and swung her torch wildly ahead, searching for any sign of a way out.

The escape route ended without warning in a collapsed pile of earth. Flavia searched the dead end, her green eyes wild in the torches red glow. She scrabbled at the earth above, loose dirt raining onto her face. Her knuckles grazed against something solid, a thin metal plate half buried. She heaved upwards with her back and shoulders, the disc giving an inch before pushing her back into the tunnel.

Darkness surrounded her as the torch died at her feet, the loose earth smothering it. Flavia stamped in rage and clawed at the dirt above, dirt cascading onto her. She heaved at the lid with all the strength she had left, and the disc turned, unleashing a torrent of dirt