A daughter of Briton meets with a solider of Rome and finds all her hopes and dreams now ride on his rock hard hot throbbing cock "OOPS! Thats not right." rest on his strong shoulders...
Ch. 1 – A Village Forsaken
The whisper of wind through the standing stones faded as tendrils of night and light fog crept over the dry dying fields. The first frost was marked only a day ago and the crops had been in less than a week, but the village was quickly plummeting toward the night of Samhain and the Feast of All Souls. The cold months were on the brink, a time of peace at least from the hands of invading armies. The people were only too glad that the year was drawing nye. Hardships and sorrows were many in this tiny village braced on the edge of a civilization in turmoil. Half the men were gone, dead at either the hands of the Romans or by the Hords who were bent on invading Brittany. Starvation was a close companion.
This year the crops were lean, and the livestock that hadn't been stolen or slaughtered was leaner but still the people, a hardy people, were ever hopeful. Yes, tonight they would dance, pay homage to the gods and if they were lucky they'd make it through the winter. Perhaps in the years to come all would be better. If Fate was just the damned Romans would leave their lands to them and take their doctrine off their Isle and back to Rome where it belonged. All they could do was pray and make sacrifice, the time for fighting had long since passed by this broken village. Tonight though the Bonefires would burn high, an offering for change and a thanksgiving for what they were lucky to still have. Those worries were left to the old on a night like Samhain, though. Samhain belonged to the dead, and to the young.
Seeing her people through the filter of innocence, Almha felt her heart swell with pride for her home, for the land and for the people she loved dearly. Stopping her task for a moment, she enjoyed the scene of children playing and old folks laughing. Laughter had not been a common thing in recent days, months even. It was a balm to the spirit. Smiling and with a lighter step she picked up her basket of bread and made to carry it where the feast was to be had. Walking the small foot path through her village, she began the steep rolling climb up to where the Stones towered, her mind a tumble with all that would happen in just a few short hours. She didn't see the man stepping into her path until she'd almost run him down.
"Dag!?" Her voice was just short of a scream, breathless and shaky. "You scared me."
