Naked Warrior

PART ELEVEN

PART ELEVEN

"Yes, Master," Daria said.

"There you are, my sweet. Come. I have someone I want you to meet." Novick told her. "And I must say, you look as luscious as ever."

Daria walked over to where the two men were sitting. Mars stood, as did Novick.

"Daria, this is Mars. Mars, Daria."

Ares locked eyes with Daria as he took her hand and brought it to his lips, never breaking his stare.

Daria half-curtseyed, "It's a pleasure to meet you, my Lord."

Ares said in a most seductive voice, "Oh no, my dear. The pleasure is all mine. Believe me."

He gently placed her hand back at her side and sat back down. His eyes draped over her body. She doesn't recognize me as Mars, he thought. Well, at least she is unharmed. Everything is still looks to be in place.

Novick was still standing next to Daria. He continued to tell her, "Mars is a God. He is the Roman God of War." Deep inside, Novick was hoping that she would be impressed that he was entertaining someone of such high power.

"Oh," Daria responded and rolled her eyes. Impress was the last thing she was.

Novick saw her roll her eyes and backhanded her. "How dare you act so casual in front of such greatness! He can kill you where you stand without even raising a finger. You will show more respect, girl."

Daria took a few steps back, cupping her cheek in her hand and Novick started to move after her. Mars interrupted.

"Now, now, Novick. No need to bruise such a pretty face. Besides, what did you expect? She is a Greek. Why would a Roman God impress her?" Mars winked and smiled at Daria. "Come, sit, Novick. This is supposed to be a pleasant evening."

Novick reluctantly returned to his seat. He noticed that Mars was still watching Daria with seductive eyes. Jealousy started to burn in his gut, but he pushed it aside. An alliance with the God of War was far more important that some stupid woman.

"You're right, my Lord. Forgive my temper. You know how slaves can be though, so insolent at times. One must be sure they know their place."

"Yes," Mars responded, only half listening to Novick's words. He finally tore his eyes away from Daria and look at him. "I know what you mean."

Novick turned back to Daria, who was still looking at Mars. There is something very familiar about him, she thought. But what?
"Daria, Mars is going to be joining us for dinner this evening," he told her, and then added teasingly ". . . among other things. Why don't you entertain us with a dance while supper is being prepared? I think Mars and I, both, would enjoy that. What do you think, Mars?"

"Only if the lady wishes to do so, Novick. There's nothing less pleasing than watching someone do something that they do not wish to do."

Mars was pushing Novick's buttons. Contradicting him at every turn. Where is this god coming from? he thought. I thought he was a war god. Brutal, heartless, vengeful. Why is he acting like a gentleman?

"Daria?" Novick said.

"Yes, my Lord. I would enjoy dancing for you and your guest," she said with a bow. "I will ask Megan to send for the musicians." She walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen to see Megan.

Ares watched her until she disappeared and Novick watched Mars.

"You seem quite taken with my slave girl, Mars."

"Yes, perhaps you are right, Novick. It's been a while since I've had a blonde. And such a pretty, young one, at that. Roman women tend to bore me after too long." Mars took a sip of his wine. "I'm sure you know what I mean, otherwise, she wouldn't be here, right?"

Novick smiled as he remember how erotic Daria looked as he made her cum that night before he left for Rome.

"Yes, I guess you're right." The two men laughed and clanked their goblets together.

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Daria came back a few moments later.

"Megan is fetching the musicians, Master. May I refill your goblets while we wait?" She moved to the table and bent over to pick up the decanter.

Novick grabbed her by her hips and pulled her onto his lap. He slipped his arms around her waist so that she would not be able to get up.

"No. You just sit right here and keep your master company until they get here." He playfully nibbled on her neck.

Daria’s face turned sour. It was obvious that she was not enjoying his attentions. Mars' expression didn't change, but on the inside, he was smiling. Good! At least she is not willingly returning her affection. Ares had, for a quick moment, thought that maybe she wanted to be with this man. Had given herself to him freely. That is why he had not yet revealed himself to her. But he could see now that she was not too happy to be here. Still, he chose not to reveal himself.

"So tell your master, what did you do to keep yourself busy while I was away?"

Daria's eyes widened as her brain quickly thought of what to tell him.

"Oh, nothing much, really. I toured the grounds and met the rest of the servants. You have beautiful horses, Master. I helped Marcus wash and brush them yesterday. There is one in particular . . ."

Novick cut her off with angry words.

"I do not want my chambermaid washing horses," he snapped. "You leave that job to Marcus. You hear me?"

"Yes, Master," Daria said with a frown.

Just then, the musicians entered the room. And not a moment too soon, as far as Daria was concerned. Novick nearly pushed her off of his lap. "Go, now. Dance for us," he ordered, the sound of his anger still echoed in his voice.

The music began and Daria started flowing around the room. She had both men in a trance as they watched her sway her hips with grace and beauty. Her athletic ability was evident.

Ares couldn't help himself. He was just about to undress her with his eyes, when Novick brought him back to the room.

"You know, Mars, she's still a virgin." He stated, still watching her move.

Ares turned to look at Novick. He noticed the man's crotch was growing rapidly and fought the jealous urge to blast it off of his body. No, he wasn't done with Novick just yet.

"She is? And you've owned her for how long?" Mars said unbelievingly.

"Well, before I left for Rome three days ago, she had only been here for two days." He unconsciously rubbed his hand over his cock. "I haven't had the opportunity to take her yet. But tonight. . ." He licked his lips and smiled wickedly, then turned to face Mars, "tonight we will both take her."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you so much, Novick." He took another sip of wine.

Megan entered the room and informed Novick that dinner was ready.

The two men stood. Novick called for Daria to join them and they all entered the dining room to have their meal.

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Daria didn’t speak much during supper, only occasionally asking for more wine. She was attempting to make herself drunk again, knowing what Novick had in mind for her. She mostly just stared at her plate, forcing herself to eat so Novick wouldn't get upset with her. Oddly, she found herself drawn to the stranger, and she could feel his eyes on her when he looked at her. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

Unable to take the tension any longer, she asked Novick if she could please be excused. She told him that the wine had made her queasy and she wanted to step outside for a moment for some air.

"What did I tell you about eating when you drink, Daria? Go on, but don't be gone too long. And no more wine at dinner for you." He waived her off and returned to the piece of meat on his plate.

Novick turned to Mars after putting a piece of meat in his mouth. He chewed it a few times before speaking to him.

"She did the same thing last time. Stupid girl."

"Perhaps, she is just nervous, Novick. She is probably worried about pleasing you to begin with, and knowing that you have invited me, a God, no less, to join you tonight, well . . . she’s probably scared to death, now." Mars laughed.

Novick laughed, too. "Yeah, I bet you're right. Maybe we shouldn't both . . . Naw! She'll deal. She has no choice."

Ares narrowed his eyes at Novick. "I'm glad you think so, Novick. I would not be pleased if you offered me something and then decided not to give it to me. But if it still bothers you, you could just leave her to me tonight."

Novick quickly glared at Mars. He did not like that idea at all. No, this was his slave girl. And he would be the one to take her virginity. He didn't have any problem letting the god watch, or even partake, after he did, of course. But to give her to him, without tasting her first? That was out of the question.

This was not a matter of feeling for Novick. This was a matter of ego. God or not, Novick was Daria's master.

"Like I said, she'll deal." Novick reached for his goblet and downed his wine.

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