The gladiator was like a whirlwind, and Lucianus became a mess with Dominatus’s rapid movements. Before he knew it, Lucianus felt pleasure coursing up his erect cock.
“Ah! Mm!” Lucianus cried.
White fluid spurted from his cock as Dominatus thrust into him, the sticky substance splattering onto his stomach. Dominatus smeared the semen onto Lucianus’s chest, enjoying the sticky sensation. Lucianus’s body was sensitive from the orgasm, and even the gentlest of touches was stimulating. His body shuddered with ecstasy as he let out cries of pleasure.
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“You looked at me oddly earlier,” Lucianus said. He was lying in bed, resting his head onto Dominatus’s chest.
“Oddly?” Dominatus asked.
“You did, when I called you a wolf.”
“Ah,” Dominatus replied, hugging Lucianus’s bare shoulders. “I was simply a bit shocked to hear you call me that.”
“Why?”
“When I was a child, my parents gave me a nickname, ‘Thauzan.’”
Lucianus had never heard of the word before and repeated it in befuddlement.
“It means ‘wolf’ in my nation’s language,” Dominatus explained. “My eyes had apparently resembled a wolf’s, earning me that nickname. I’d almost forgotten all about it, so I was shocked to hear you call me that. You envisioned a wolf when you saw my eyes too, didn’t you?”
“It’s not just your eye color. I think of you as a prideful wolf as well. You submit and bow to no one.”
“Not exactly.” Dominatus chuckled.
Lucianus raised his head to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“I bow to you.”
He chuckled, but his words conveyed his true emotions. Lucianus felt the same and could relate all too well.
“I heard that my uncle has been using you quite a bit,” Lucianus said.
“He is,” Dominatus replied. “He works people to the bone, but he also works shockingly hard himself.”
“Who will become the new emperor? My uncle?”
Dominatus shook his head. “He doesn’t plan to. Valius has been trying to abolish the monarchy. After selecting new senators, he plans on making them cooperate with magistrates and the parliament. His vision is to create a political environment that fully reflects the wishes of the people. He’s been hoping for your assistance as well, since you’re a knowledgeable man.”
“I don’t know much, but I’d like to help my uncle. Has there been anything else? Tell me everything.”
“Ah, he did ask if I wanted to become a centurion.”
As the name suggested, a centurion commanded a century, or a hundred soldiers.
“That’s amazing,” Lucianus said. “Your hard work must’ve been viewed very highly. And what will you do?”
“I’m thinking about it. If I work as a centurion for years and produce good results, I’ve heard that I could be knighted. I’d require a title like that to become a man suitable for you.”
Annoyed by this phrasing, Lucianus plucked one of Dominatus’s chest hairs.
“Hey, that hurts,” the gladiator said.
“I know. I only did it because you’re so stupid,” Lucianus replied. “If you would like to work in the military, I shall support your endeavor, but if you only want to do it for the rank, I suggest you turn down the offer. My goal isn’t to be with a man of suitable rank.”
Dominatus sounded a touch relieved. “I see. Then I suppose I shall reject the job.”
“Do as you wish. But are you sure? It’s quite an honor to be considered for the job of centurion.”
“I don’t mind. What I want isn’t honor, but your love. And the only person in the world I’d like to protect is you.”
Lucianus was happy to hear such firm affirmation. As he smiled and gazed at his beloved, Dominatus drew him close and planted a kiss on his forehead. It felt awfully solemn.
“I’ve got no homeland, no family, and no god to worship,” Dominatus said. “You’re my whole world. I offer my life and my soul to you. Will you accept my oath?”
Hearing the solemn swear of his beloved made Lucianus’s heart tremble with joy.
“Of course,” Lucianus said, placing himself on top of Dominatus. “Then I shall make my oath as well. Let me swear it. Dominatus, I shall love you for the rest of my life. Until my heart stops beating, I shall love you and only you.”
“I accept your oath.”
The noble’s vision grew blurry with tears of happiness, obscuring the gladiator’s smile.