Heir of Aurelian

Marcellus had spent the entire reception of his wedding on Placidia alongside the young bride's side. They were not separated for a single instance. In the end, after a feast, and a few drinks, the Emperor had sent his guests home, before carrying Placidia up to his bedroom as if she were a princess.

Placidia gazed into Marcellus' olive green eyes with an expression of wonder. She felt as if she was dreaming. For so many years, she had wanted to marry this man, and the day had finally come. It was truly a wonderful experience, and to think this wedding would be written in history books as the first example of many new traditions. It filled her with a sense of wonder and pride.

Marcellus saw the way the girl was gazing at him when he carried her up the steps and merely chuckled. His slaves had already prepared his room, and a series of candles were lit inside that acted as the illumination for the first night the couple would spend together as husband and wife.

In ancient Rome, society expected a man to be well experienced on his wedding night, while a woman was expected to be a virgin. One could say that the imperial couple represented this belief perfectly, as the most experience Placidia had when it came to sex was with her index finger.

Meanwhile, Marcellus had been sleeping with slaves since he was a teenage boy. Sigefrida being the one exception as she had only recently consented to his embrace. He knew how to pleasure his woman, and tonight he would put those skills on full display.

After setting Placidia down on his bed, he began to disrobe. The immediate act caused the naïve young woman to blush with embarrassment and avert her gaze. Marcellus, however, prevented this as he grabbed hold of her dainty chin and kissed her passionately before lecturing her on her responsibilities as his wife.

"You are an adult now, Placidia, and my wife. That means you have certain responsibilities, among them is to tend to my physical needs. Gaze upon me in my barest form, for you will be seeing a lot of this from now on..."

Placidia forced herself to start at Marcellus' naked body, but she was still extremely embarrassed. She saw the scars that littered the front of his body. Everything from swords to spears, arrows, and axes had all found their way into the man's toned flesh. It was clear that he had spent many years on the frontline of war.

Interestingly enough, when Marcellus turned around, there was not a single scar in sight. Though Placidia did not understand the significance behind this, any soldier in the Roman army would see it as a mark of courage, as a symbol of proof that the Imperator had never shown his back to the enemy.

Eventually Marcellus climbed up onto the bed and began helping Placidia out of her attire. Once she was lying naked on the mattress, she could no longer hide her embarrassment. Despite that, Marcellus once again kissed her on the lips, drawing her attention away from her uneasiness and towards his love.

He began to fondle her ample mounds as he kissed the young woman in a passionate display. Though they were not nearly as big as Sigefrida's, if he had to guess by the standards of his past life, they were at least Cs, possibly even Ds. In fact, Placidia's body was ideal in every way.

After fondling the woman's breasts for some time, he moved his lips down to her nipples and suckled on them, which caused the woman to bite her bottom lip gently. He worked his way down, caressing the woman's perfect body until he arrived at her lower lips. They were puffy, pink, and unpenetrated, which caused Marcellus to smile as he began to lick them gently.

Placidia panted heavily as she experienced a pleasure she had never known before. Growing wetter by the second as Marcellus' thick tongue parted her lower lips and entered her cave of wonders. Eventually he slipped in a finger, and then another in an attempt to loosen the girl up and prepare her for the main course.

Apparently, he had driven her too far, because in the next second, she climaxed all over his face. Here merely chuckled when this happened and wiped the woman's juices off his lips before gazing at her like a hungry wolf.

"I think you're ready..."

Placidia instinctively knew what her husband was talking about, but felt compelled to ask, slightly frightened by what was about to happen. After all, it was her first time, and she had always heard that the first time was painful.

"Ready for what?"

Marcellus merely held onto his substantial shaft, which was at full mast, and placed the tip in front of the woman's lower lips. With a single thrust, he took her virtue, and answered her question at the same time.

"For this!"

Placidia immediately cried out in pain as Marcellus forced his way inside of her. Not only was it her first time, but Marcellus was bigger than most men, and because of this she had felt an immense pain as her hymen tore to accommodate the large shaft inside her. Marcellus saw the distressed expression on the woman's pretty face, and began to kiss her once more, hoping it would take her mind off of everything.

After Placidia had calmed down, he began to pump his hips into hers, gently and slowly at first, in order to ensure that the woman was comfortable, but eventually he began to drill her harder, and faster with each thrust.

The pain in Placidia's lower half was eventually replaced with pleasure, and before long, she was moaning like a bitch in heat. Screaming Marcellus' name at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, God yes... More, Marcellus, more!"

Marcellus merely grinned as the woman's tight cave clung to his shaft like a face grip. If she wanted more, he would be happy to please her. Thus, he bucked his hips wildly, as he intertwined the fingers of his free hand with his wives.

While Marcellus was making love to his new bride, Sigefrida was sitting outside the door, peaking into the entrance. She did not know why, but the sight of her man sleeping with another woman did not drive her mad with envy. Nor did it make her the slightest bit angry.

Instead, Sigefrida was dreadfully excited by the sight, and could not turn her eyes away from the scene of Marcellus fucking Placidia's tight virgin hole as if he were a breeding bull. The busty Suebi beauty could not help but play with her moist cave as she continued to watch the interaction that was taking place in front of her.

Placidia wrapped her legs around Marcellus tightly, preventing him from escaping. She could not help but express what was happening to her as she once more reached the edge of climax.

"Marcellus, I feel weird!"

The man responded to this by whispering in Placidia's ears before kissing herp passionately.

"Me too..."

After saying this, Marcellus sprayed his seed deep inside the young woman's womb, causing her to climax on her own. After he was done, he continued to kiss his new bride and fondle her breasts. One thing was certain, though he had initially thought of Placidia as a younger sister, her beauty during their wedding, and the experience he just had with their bodies connected as one convinced the young Emperor that perhaps there was something more between him and Placidia.

After all, sex never felt as good as this unless it was with the woman he loved, which he always thought was Sigefrida. Such thoughts immediately begged the question: was it possible to love more than one woman? Marcellus did not know that answer to this, but he was willing to experiment until he could find a conclusion. Thus, after a brief break, he and his new bride were back at it again.

They would continue making the beast with the two backs late into the night, and unknowing to the loving couple, Sigefrida had watched every moment. In the end, Marcellus kissed Placidia on the forehead before bidding her good night.

"Good night, my dear wife..."

After saying this, Marcellus spooned with Placidia, and the two of them fell to sleep. An angry Sigefrida, who would complain about the newly married couple sleeping too long, would awaken them in the morning of the next day. Either way, Marcellus was happy about how his wedding night went, and that he now had two beautiful women to sleep with on a regular basis.