I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 58 The Fallen Lady

It was Lucas's first love, and it was also Herron's first love.They are more glued by sex.

That wonderful night seemed to have a miraculous fertilizer, watering the tree of love they had just broken ground to flourish, and it soared into the sky with overwhelming force.

Herron couldn't leave Lucas for a moment, and even asked him not to be more than five steps away from him.It was as if Lucas had become a part of him; without Lucas by his side, he would be fragmented, and he would not be the whole Harun anymore.

They were young, about the same age, and there was always a desire for sex in their blood.In love, they often make love.

The severe cold in the deep winter has the tendency to be driven away, the snow on the top of the snow-capped mountains has melted and thinned, and the frozen Rome has shown signs of softening and warming up.People's enthusiasm locked up by the cold winter came alive again, shops, wine bars and brothels gradually opened up, and there were more jobs for tribunes.

The sun gradually rose, and at noon, it hung like a golden mask on the Roman marble building.

So much so that Heron didn't need to light the candles in the study room to read the words on the parchment clearly.

The goat's milk on the table remained unmoved, and the bunches of green grapes were placed intact on the small plate.When he was reading official documents, he didn't like eating very much.

He was wearing a golden-red official robe with a fine silver thread border on the hem.He still wears the blue agate gold ring between his fingers, which has become his exclusive official seal and has the effect of vetoing the Senate's proposal.

Lucas was lying on the bed behind him, wiping the shiny sword in his hand with a buckskin.

Helen stamped the official document and folded it.

"It seems that you have finished your busy work." Lucas sat up, turned his palms, and the bright white sword light swept across his resolute face.His blue eyes scattered light like the shadow of the sun on the surface of the sea.

"I have to say that your position is no less easy than that of the First Senator. Parchments are flying all over the sky, stamps are frequently stamped, and people's daily life is all tied to your ring. In my eyes, you seem to carry the whole Rome!"

Helen took off his official robe, revealing a clean white shirt.He slowly picked up the silver cup, turned around and leaned against the desk, with a tired expression on his face.The prudence and solemnity of being an official also faded from him, and he became the soft and natural Heron again.

The corners of his mouth curled up cunningly, and he stared at Lucas with meaningful eyes, and even his tone of voice became ambiguous, much like the spell chanted by the devil before he performed his witchcraft: "But you are the one who is pressing on me."

Lucas chuckled, one arm resting on his bent knee, in a very casual posture, as if he didn't catch his hidden meaning.

"Is your writing hand sore?" he said, "won't you come and rest for a while?"

Helen drank the goat milk, picked a green grape from the small dish, and walked towards him.

Lucas moved aside to spread the pillows for him.

Helen took off her shoes, lowered the red curtain hanging at the head of the bed, and separated the outside world from the cotton bed curtain.

So he and Lucas were in a cramped and isolated space.The light here is dim, the cotton blocks most of the sunlight, and the dark color climbs onto the bedding and pillows, so quiet that only the sound of two people's deep breathing is heard.

Lucas's legs are strong and straight, with few scars.Even in a relaxed state, the leg muscles appear to bulge, curve and shadow.His abdominal muscles are tightly arranged, and the lines are embedded in them like deep valleys, which is the rigidity unique to males.Even if his whole body is relaxed and the empty door is wide open, it seems indestructible.

Fascinated by him, Herron unconsciously stroked his legs, sliding down to his toned waist.

His delicate fingertips ran across the rough skin, like sparks burning on the end of a witchcraft stick, slowly scalding Lucas bit by bit, and finally even his heart was eroded by witchcraft, and he could no longer think of any righteous thoughts up.

Unable to hold back, he sat up abruptly, but was pushed down forcefully by Heron holding his shoulders again.

Helen squeezed out the juice from the green grapes and slowly applied it on his lips; then with a smirk, he leaned forward and licked it off with the tip of his tongue.

"I haven't done it today." He withdrew his head and said hoarsely.

Lucas held his breath and hugged him and kissed him.

At the beginning, he still kissed lightly like a superficial kiss, as if a believer kissed the instep of a saint with respect; but when he pushed Heron's lips, his strong possessive desire manipulated him.He nibbled on them with his teeth, caressing his tender chest eagerly with both hands.

He was completely immersed in this wet kiss; like a hungry wolf eating the flesh of its prey, like a red-eyed warrior, in short, it was the most hysterical moment.Everything in the world disappeared at this moment, and he didn't have any consciousness, only the instinct to bite Heron.

Helen was bitten by him, and unconsciously groaned in pain.

Lucas let go of him as if waking up from a dream.

"What's wrong?" He touched his lips and asked nervously.

"It's okay..." Helen's face was flushed, and his breathing was unsteady.

Although his clothes are disheveled, he is still smiling innocently, his soft bright black eyes reveal happiness, and the slender lying silkworms are full and trembling slightly.He actually looked very pure, not at all like that seductive little devil just now.

"I like it when you hurt me...Lucas, I want you to kiss me like you did just now..." he said tremblingly.

Lucas froze for a moment, then smiled slightly, "As long as it is proposed by you, I will definitely do it."

He raised his hand and took off Heron's inner shirt, exposing his body in front of his eyes.

Herron spread her legs and knelt down between his crotch, clutching his broad shoulders with one hand, and untied his belt with the other.

Lucas grabbed his waist and pressed him hard.

"You're so tired." He gasped, "Let me do it."

……

When Gattuso came to Polio, he walked with joy.

Layer upon layer of remnant clouds, smudged into blood red layer by layer by the setting sun in the west, slowly moved towards the end, like the gradient red skirt worn by a goddess, but the blue sky filled it like bloodshot eyes.

Gattuso, dressed in fine silk black, stood under the sky, his face glowing red.With a chubby figure, he walked into the atrium from the doorway, and his steps were cheerful; like a black jade bead hanging on the neck of a goddess, it rolled down the folds of her red skirt to the world, carrying the blessing and joy of the gods.

"Gattuso..." Helen stood limply and yawned lazily, "You came too suddenly, I didn't prepare anything."

"All the restlessness in the world comes suddenly, and I never forewarn it thoughtfully, my dear Herron." Gattuso smiled, "It's like the riots in the Jewish province, like the decree that bestowed your blessings, like Volcanoes at Pompeii."

"The Jewish province is in trouble again?!" Helen scratched his hair, "The governor of Judah must be having a headache."

"He has been decapitated by the mob, and now the little emperor is the one who has a headache!" Gattuso spread his hands, "He took over a mess. Today at the Elders' Meeting, there was a rumor that the army would be summoned to make those self-righteous The Jewish mob suffers!"

"I really don't understand that those believers who guard the temple and sing the holy name all day long will do evil things like beheading and setting fire!"

"Human nature is evil, but even the gods can't do anything about it. But I'm here today, not to tell you this simple and straightforward truth." Gattuso took Heron's hand and kissed him, with a slightly surprised look on his face.

"For God's sake, you look more tired than a sheep! The tribune's business must be exhausting my indolent cousin!"

Helen cheered up, "Gattuso, some of your words really made me angry, but I couldn't refute them. I don't think you came to my house without warning in the evening just to express that this is not necessary. care."

"Of course not!" Gattuso slapped him on the forehead and said mysteriously, "I'm here to show you a good show. You and I are the same enemy of Daho, I think you must be happy to see him unlucky look."

Heron was confused and asked, "Where are we going?"

"The brothel." Gattuso said heavily, "The most absurd and tolerant place in all of Rome!"

……

Gattuso led a group of people and broke into the brothel in the Latam District.

In the evening, the brothel opens for business.The long and narrow corridor is filled with the aroma of valerian, the cashmere carpet is covered with rose petals, and the obscene mosaic murals have been wiped clean.

Slaves shuttled back and forth courteously, carrying wine; coquettishly dressed prostitutes exposed their breasts, rubbed their thighs against the stone pillars in the corridor, and stroked their breasts; they even kissed each other, sticking red lips to each other's chests, A group of people who came whistled.

They walked in a hurry, knocking on the fun props hanging from the ceiling.

"My God! Gattuso, even an emperor who can wear purple clothes will come to a brothel to have fun!" Herron held his nose and said impatiently, "If you want to catch Daho here, put him in the brothel!" You will definitely be the one ridiculed by the elders for the crime of disorderly conduct!"

"Oh, I'm not that stupid!" Gattuso smiled, "I'm not here to find that clean freak! Our target is someone else!"

"Who are you looking for?!" Helen raised her hand irritably, pushing away the bronze statue of genitals hanging in front of her face.

"Follow me!" Gattuso said, "It took me a long time to find this place!"

Helen followed behind him, circled around the labyrinth-like brothel a few times, and finally stopped in front of a tent.

The gauze curtain as thin as onion's wings was lifted up, and the unsightly scene came straight into the eyes.

A naked woman was lying on a bed surrounded by three men.

She barked loudly and enjoyed it immensely.Delicate little wavy blonde hair was disheveled and wet, and a precious gold necklace was worn around the neck; dazzling red nails were dusted with gold powder, and snow-white thighs twitched with excessive excitement.Her body kept swaying, with a weird and crazy smile on her face, yelling obscene words, her back muscles were convulsed, twisted and hideous, without the beauty of a woman at all.

She seemed to be a mating animal.

Herron was dumbfounded.He recognized her.

Gattuso pushed the glass bottle at hand, and the bottle immediately shattered to the ground.The sound of clattering disturbed the four people who were indulging in lust.

The prostitute turned pale with fright, rolled aside and covered herself with a blanket.

Gattuso coughed twice, moved his eyes to one side, and said indifferently: "Noble women are not allowed to prostitute, and those who violate it will be expelled from Rome. You should know this better than me, right? Yusha?"

The author has something to say:

Brothels in ancient Rome were legal, but they were engaged in slaves and freed slaves, and ladies were not allowed to engage in prostitution, otherwise they would be exiled.