Be My Roman Fantasy by Libby Singleton Erotic LC/Nat Interlude (Not too Explicit) Light Drama Disclaimers and such: Although I'm NOT a Nunkies Addict, I am (by court order) on the Nunkies Anonymous loop. There is a tradition of sharing Nunkies fantasies. I was on IRC one night when someone requested I do one in the chat room. When I was finished, someone suggested I write it into story form. After changing it into a Valentine story, this is what resulted. A special thanks to Cousin Annie for beta reading. Copyright (8-10-97) by Libby Singleton, although the characters don't belong to me (something you should be thankful for). Permission to archive to JADFE website. Comments and constructive criticism can be sent to: Don't bother flaming as revenge can be fun. ************************************ BE MY ROMAN FANTASY Wearing her fuzzy, winter weight robe, Natalie stepped out on the front porch. Steam rose from the hot, herbal tea she held, warming her face even before she took the first sip. Her toes were nice and toasty in thick, pink bunny slippers. Despite the long commute into Toronto, Natalie was enjoying house sitting her friend's rural home. The quiet was quite a contrast from the hustle and noise of her city apartment. A relaxing change of pace which was allowing her to catch up not only on her reading, but her sleep as well. Yet this was her night off and she was quickly becoming lonely. "Too bad Nick's on duty," Natalie mumbled to herself. "I'd invite him to drive out here just for the company." The sound of horse hooves coming up the lane diverted her attention. There were plenty of the animals in the area, but who in their right mind would be riding at midnight? After all, the street had no artificial lighting so such an escapade would be dangerous for man and beast. Only the night's full moon allowed Natalie to see the horse was not being ridden, but rather was drawing a cart of some kind. As it came closer, the vehicle proved to be a chariot being driven by a tall man in full Ancient Roman military regalia. Although the driver's face was hidden by a helmet, a cold chill of recognition went up Natalie's spine as the magnificent dapple gray galloped past. When the chariot began to slow, the cup slid from her hand, shattering on the porch. The tea splattered her feet, burning where her skin was exposed. Natalie knelt, attempting to wipe away the liquid with the end of her robe. "Snap back to reality, Dr. Natalie Lambert. Even *two thousand-year-old vampires* do not go gallivanting across the countryside in...." "Ah, but I'm afraid we do, my dear, if the mood so hits us on such a beautiful evening." LaCroix had turned the chariot around, pulling it to a stop at the foot of the steps. He slipped the helmet from his head, holding it with one arm. Without turning, Natalie fumbled behind her for the door handle. "What... what do you want, LaCroix!?" "Nothing, I assure you." An amused grin made his pale face appear even more sinister than usual. "My Nicholas gifted me with this fine beast a few days ago. An early Father's Day gift. I simply could not resist a test drive, as it were." "In a *chariot*?" "One I've possessed for a *very* long time." LaCroix put his helmet down before stepping from the chariot. He took hold of the horse's bridle. "Would you care to pet Charlemagne? Being a gift from Nicholas, he's a gelding, of course. Really quite gentle. Had *I* purchased him, he'd naturally still be... intact." Natalie pulled her robe around her more tightly. The horse looked at her, whinnying softly. LaCroix chuckled. "I do believe he likes you, my dear Doctor." His piercing blue eyes met hers, beckoning her closer. She'd never noticed they were so sexy, so alluring. There seemed to be nothing threatening in his poise or attitude, at least any more than usual. Besides, how many people had the opportunity to view an authentic Roman chariot, not to mention ancient Roman general, up close? Realizing that if LaCroix had bad intentions, the short distance between them would be no protection, Natalie gave into curiosity and approached the horse. "I always wanted a pony when I was little," she murmured, reaching out to pet Charlemagne's soft nose. The horse's gear looked contemporary to the rest of LaCroix's rig. "It has been decades since I've owned a horse myself," LaCroix said softly, almost soothingly. "However, there have been times I've possessed stables full of the most noble of creatures." A cold hand unexpectedly brushed against Natalie's neck as her hair was gently brushed back. She jumped forward more from the shock of the thrill than from fear, startling the horse into rearing slightly. With the same hand, LaCroix pulled her against him as he fought to steady the animal. The metal of his breastplate could be felt through the heavy cloth of her robe, as could the strength of his bare arm muscles. For a moment, Natalie was frozen as her heart beat wildly. She turned her head to gaze upward at LaCroix's calm face. One side of his mouth turned upward very slightly as he raised his eyebrows. "I apologize, Doctor. Charlemagne has a tendency to nibble on long hair. Locks as lovely as yours would prove too tempting a snack, I fear." She quickly ducked beneath his arms to stand several feet from both him and his horse. Nervously, she ran her fingers through her hair. "It's getting late.... Maybe I ought to go back in now. I have some reports to finish." "Surely a brief ride around the block would not be out of order," LaCroix offered. "I understand you have an interest in all things... historic." Natalie took a step back, flighting to flee his grapse to the safety of the house. Running, she feared, would only encourage the ancient vampire. Unconsciously, she began rubbing her neck. "Really, I... uhr... I can't." She laughed nervously. "Besides, I'm not dressed and...." "You look perfect, my dear," he said smoothly, seductively. He held out his hand, his eyes seeming to gesture towards the chariot. "Come. Join me. Please. I would be... honored. Let me show you what it was like long ago, when General Lucius rode triumphantly into Pompeii." "Pompeii?" "Hasn't Nicholas...?" "Only that you were a general from Ancient Rome," Natalie said. "He said you always evade the question." "Of course," LaCroix replied softly. Although he still stared straight at Natalie, his focus seem to drift. "Were... were you there when....?" Natalie fell silent, unsure how to continue. "Vesuvius.... Yes. The ground shook. The fumes and ash burned the lungs. The gods...." Without warning LaCroix pulled her hand away from her throat with an almost tender, though firm, touch. "But surely, my dear, there are more pleasant memories. The grandeur and the glory, as it were, is much more fascinating. Come, let me show you, tell you of my experiences...." He lifted her chin gently using three fingers. His skin was smooth, uncalloused, his touch strangely reassuring. Natalie found it odd she had no desire to pull away. She knew she wasn't being hypnotized. She was a resister. There was no way even LaCroix could manage that feat. "Come, ride with me." "I'll come ride with you," Natalie mumbled. "What could it hurt?" LaCroix smiled. "Nothing, nothing at all. In fact, you might find it most enjoyable." He lifted her into the chariot as though she were a feather. "Your footwear is most unusual." "Huh?" Natalie glanced down at her bunny slippers. "Oh, those. Nick gave them to me for my birthday." "He always has had an unique slant on high fashion," LaCroix said, stepping up behind her, scooting his helmet aside with one foot. "Now move forward as far as possible, my dear Doctor." Natalie felt LaCroix press himself against her. He reached for the reins, an arm on each side of her. A command in what she took to be his native dialect of Latin sent the horse lunging forward, and her falling against his breast plate. Skillfully, he maneuvered the reins into one hand. With his free arm, he steadied Natalie. She jerked as he slid into her robe and into her low-cut neglige. He cupped her breast, rubbing it, messaging it, seeming to use every muscle in his hand and fingers. "Ooooooo," Natalie moaned, her knees growing weak. "Stop," she whispered. "Please." "Do you _really_ want me to? You did not sound very convincing." One of his fingers began delicately circling her nipple. Natalie started to slump, but LaCroix caught her. "The... the reins! You've dropped them." "Oh, my, there is no need to fret. Charlemagne is well trained. More so than my Nicholas, at least." LaCroix untied the belt to her robe, then slipped the garment from her shoulders. It fell around Natalie's feet. "Which, my dear, is why I do not understand your obsession with him, your encouragement of his foolish pursuit for humanity." "He's such a fascinating creature...." Natalie swooned, giving herself a vague feeling of deja vu. "And I, a much older... specimen, am I not?" LaCroix slid the straps to her nightie down on her upper arms and began massaging her bare shoulders and back. "Of course you are. You all are. It's just Nick's said you're too... too... dangerous." Natalie looked over her shoulder, expecting to see LaCroix enraged, or at least irritated. Instead he looked thoroughly amused. LaCroix turned her around, then knelt. He began licking her nipples with his cold, wet tongue. A hand reached between her legs, teasing her clit before sliding into her. She tensed, wanting to struggle, wanting to protest. Instead, a soft gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. "Ah, my dear, dear Doctor," LaCroix whispered, his mouth still touching her nipples which were now pointed and firm. "Do you really desire that I stop? I can hear your heart pounding in excitement, your pulse quickening with my every action. Now undo my breastplate and I will send you to levels of ecstacy such as you've never imagined." "How?" Natalie gasped, breathing heavily. LaCroix traced the path up the nape of Natalie's neck with his tongue as he rose. He guided her hands to the clasps on his armor. Once the metal was unlatched, Natalie eased the plate over his head. "Wha... what should I do with this? There's no room." Taking it from her hands, LaCroix tossed it out of the chariot. The breastplate sailed over a fence, disturbing a herd of beef cattle. "A bit of a mystery never hurts the public." He stroked her hair, a middle finger tenderly tracing a small area on Natalie's neck. "You aren't going to... to..." she said, forcing herself to back up until her bare buttocks were pressed firmly against the front of the chariot. "Bite you?" LaCroix asked, smiling slyly. "Although I must admit to being quite tempted, I have something a bit more... mortal planned. Less pleasurable, to be sure, but at least you will survive." When LaCroix pressed his body against hers, she was sure she was feeling every magnificently formed muscle in his chest. His arousal was cool and hard between her legs. One finger slid under her chin to force it up as he leaned forward. His soft lips met hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, wrestling vigorously with her own as she explored the sharpness of his slightly descended fangs. Natalie's legs parted all-to-willingly when she felt LaCroix's muscles begin to tense. He needed no guidance to gain entry inside her. Still pressed against the racing chariot, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips. He thrust again and again to the rhythm of the horse's hooves, each time more intense, more painfully erotic than the one before. Giving into desires she could no longer fight, Nat encouraged the vampire's motions, adding her own. Chills and thrills shot through every nerve ending in her body. Sweat drenched her naked skin, lubricating the pair as they moved as one beneath the moon. Just when Natalie thought she surely could take no more, that she would pass out from sexual pleasure reaching far beyond any mortal was meant to experience, she climaxed. As her scream sounded into the night, LaCroix's frigid fluid released into her. His own howl of ecstacy joined hers, blending with the frantic neighing of the horse to echo throughout the countryside. Natalie lost all awareness of time and location. Her universe seemed to consist of only LaCroix and the chariot. Then suddenly, they came to a halt. She looked up to see the exhaustion blurred image of her friend's house. "I hope you found the experience worthwhile," LaCroix stated, wrapping Natalie's robe around her. "Oh, yeah," she replied, eyes wide, mouth still gaping open as she tried to catch her breath. "Not that I have much to compare it with. It... it's been a very long time, I'm afraid." "Such is Nicholas' loss, my dear." LaCroix lifted her from the chariot. "Oh, my God! Nicholas! What's he going to say?" "Absolutely nothing to you, because while Nicholas most certainly will find out about your little adventure, you will not remember," LaCroix said, guiding her up the stairs to the porch. "And just how the hell are you going to accomplish that? I'm a resister, you know!" Nat snapped. "I can't believe I let you screw me in a chariot! You... you... *bastard*!" "I have been called much worse, you know," he said, staring into her eyes. "Plus you must admit you are getting more than a small amount of enjoyment from gazing upon my nakedness. Numerous artists throughout the ages have borrowed my image for their works. But, alas, I fear the dawn will arrive all too soon so I must be on my way. I bid you adieu and freely admit this... encounter was just as remarkable for me." Natalie turned, intending to enter the house and lock the door behind her. The sound of hoof beats fading into the distance caught her attention. "Strange," she muttered to herself. "I didn't see any horses pass by." Bending down, she picked up the pieces of the broken mug. When she stood, she noticed an ache between her legs. Reaching underneath her robe, she gently rubbed tender groin area. "Why am I so sore and what the hell does it have to do with Roman generals and chariots?" END ************************ Libby ALibbyp@aol.com **ListRatsie fer the Ratpack, Never try to teach a Ratpacker manners, it just wastes your time and annoys the Ratpacker**