Free Fists of Iron: Barbarian of Rome Chronicles Volume Two by Nick Morris Page B

and I can ask him to visit if you wish?”
    Before his father could respond, the new domina’s voice echoed from behind him. “I really don’t think that will be necessary, Clodian.” He’d not heard her enter the room.
    Flavia glided past him to sit at his father’s side. She kissed his father on the forehead before turning to him.
    “I know that you are concerned about your father, as we all are.” She stroked his father’s hand gently as she spoke, and he saw that each of the long, slender fingers was adorned with a gemmed ring of gold. The shift of pale green that she wore complimented her cat’s eyes and did little to disguise the womanly curves beneath. “But, I can assure you that it is only a passing malady. Akana is well versed in the healing arts of her country and ours, and she has assured me that he will get better soon. The dear girl has made sure that your father has had only the freshest honey that he so enjoys. And, remember that your father is a strong man.” She emphasised the word strong as she smiled at his father. The smile had a lascivious aspect and Clodian recognised that it hinted at private matters between them. The knowing was new for him and made him feel uncomfortable.
    “Yet, she is not a physician,” he replied, seeing her smile quickly disappear, come and gone as quickly as the summer rain.
    “Don’t worry so Clodian, as Flavia says, I’m in good hands,” said his father, his voice sounding a little stronger. Then to his wife. “Tell Akana that the honey is much appreciated. I have loved the fruit of the bee since a boy.”
    “Of course my dearest, I will tell her. Akana will be pleased that she is of service to her new master in some small way. I can assure you both that her services have been invaluable to me.”
    “Tell me, how goes your training with Belua,” his father asked him, keen to direct the attention away from himself.
    “It’s going well…I think. Belua is a man of few words and even fewer words of approval.”
    “There is nothing surplus with the doctore , I know. Yet, his standards are the best.”
    “They are,” Clodian confirmed, almost without thinking.
    “Now, I would rest,” said his father. “All this talk is tiring work.” He managed another weak smile.
    Flavia bent and kissed his father. She was smiling again when she kissed him too. But the smile was not warm. Instead, it seemed full of delight; a revelling in a victory won.
     
    She felt Akana’s nipple grow hard between her fingertips. Her other hand explored the moistness between her own legs. She drew her head back a little, breathless. The kiss had been deep, long. She squeezed the nipple hard, and Akana let out a small animal noise. Flavia reluctantly stepped away.
    “As the master remains unwell I will be sleeping on my own tonight. In the bed-chamber nearest nearest the garden. It's quiet there and we'll not be disturbed.” She licked the moistness from her finger and Akana smiled in return.
    It was just the two of them in the warm room of the house’s private baths. Both of their naked bodies were coated in sweat. Flavia knew that it was a place they could act and speak freely.
    “My good husband looks like death and smells like a latrine,” she pulled a disgusted face as she spoke. “How long will I have to stomach him?”
    “As requested, domina the poisoning needs to be subtle, with no one suspecting. The dominus is a sturdy man and the fruit of the yellow oleander flower will take some time to weaken him. The more honey he eats the sooner he will join his dead wife. And, there will be days when he’ll seem to recover, feel a little better. But this will pass, and he will die.”
    “Your skill in such matters always impresses me,” said Flavia. “My husband asked me to thank you for the fresh honey.”
    “Please tell the master that I will do everything I can to make ensure that he continues to have only the freshest honey. And, that if he is too weak to eat