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Cover image for post Monachus Maximus the continued education of Miss Soumya, by Monk

Monachus Maximus the continued education of Miss Soumya

Monachus Maximus  

This Dominus of the Lotus 

The son of a prominent senator of Rome, he knew what was expected of him, but he did not want to follow in his fathers footsteps and become a politician. 

He had his own destiny willed by Jupiter himself! He wanted to fight in the arena spill blood upon the sands and fight for glory. 

One beautiful day riding his favorite mount a coal black Arabian steed fiery eyes and speed that would match Mercury. Accompanying Monachus his best friend Firmus, they tore through the countryside! 

This would not not be like any other day, today would shape the course of three young people's lives. 

Riding past his fathers western villa the two strapping young men spied an entourage traveling from the east. The caravan carried spices and goods from the eastern provinces. But the crown jewel was the princess Miss Soumya, this dark eyed beauty with fair skin caught the eye and arrested the attention of these two handsome specimens of manly sinew. 

Monachus is taken aback Firmus grabs him back into reality! Someone is smitten I see says Firmus. I must meet her exclaims Monachus! Invite her to your villa Firmus says. I will Monachus said. They push their steeds to the limit rushing to meet her. 

Later that night they receive their guests for an evening of Roman pleasures. They toast the gods drinking wine til late evening. Soumya oiled perfumed skin is so enticing. Monachus's hands touch forbidden flesh others only dare dream about, silken skin eases through his fingertips. She sits astride his lap and feels his pride swollen. She thinks to herself I will dispatch him as I done the other. Soumya reaches up and grabs her hairpin. Quickly she thrust it to his eye, only to hesitate as she feels the steel blade of his dagger against her throat. As they hold each other at bay, never missing their rhythms, she grinds away her concerns.

There excitement reaches a fevered pitch, that to rival only the great Colosseum! They smirk as they take one another! They can hear the crowd roaring as they reach their climax! Soumya whispers in his ear, we will meet again. Monachus replied of this I am sure my dear! 

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