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About Portia

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    Handmaiden Slave of Ludus Gallicus
  1. Melding against his frame Portia giggled as the gladiator took her fully into his muscled arms but was muffled when their lips came together in a passionate kiss. Left nearly breathless Portia's eyes glinted at Valerius in response to his remark. "Inspired? And how can I inspire you?" She mused. It was easier to tease knowing they could not do more than what the Domina permitted. Their Domina's instruction was clear. Until he was champion Valerius was not allowed to bed her handmaiden. "Would you have me sing?" Portia leaned forward and hummed sweetly against his ear, her melodic voice always on key. "Or perhaps dance?" She slowly swayed against him, her grin widening as she held his gaze. "Oh, I know. A massage?" She gently pushed him back and ran her hands across his hard chest. Being more insistent that she give him a massage after a long day of training she used what strength she had, which was nothing in comparison to the warrior's, to get him flat on his bed. Portia sought to keep Valerius spirits up and with each visit she made sure he was smiling when she left him. Things would become complicated if Valerius won his title back but Portia's concern was on the here and now. She did not want him to lose his life, above all else she had to keep him driven.
  2. The other handmaiden's words were heeded and Portia moved to stand a little closer to her. The elf smiled at her though she knew Idris wouldn't be to see her. It didn't matter. Portia was thankful for the Idris' advice. "Where are we heading now?" She asked as Idris guided them to another part of the ludus. "What part of the ludus do we usually serve in?" Portia grew more curious the longer she in Idris' company, a sure sign that she was becoming more comfortable with her. "I've noticed there are several areas that seem sectioned off. Is that for any reason?"
  3. "It is your pride that pushes you." Portia teased him lightly, brushing her lips along his ear. The way he would grin at hearing the chanting of his name when he entered the arena spoke of how much he enjoyed the glory that came with being Champion. "The closer the day comes for the next ludus games the more stressed she becomes. She expects you to win." Portia stated softly. She did not want to put more pressure on Valerus but nor would she lie to him. Lavinia was determined to have her champion again and she did not speak of the possibility of him losing which worried Portia. "You must remained focused." The handmaiden wrapped her arms tightly around him, embracing him. Portia was torn about the situation they found themselves in. Little did Valerius know that as much as the Domina wanted Valerius to regain his title as Champion, the Dominus did not.
  4. There was some relief when Portia heard the tasks Idris said the handmaidens were responsible for. It seemed pretty clear cut but there was some uncertainty on her part. "You've served our Domina for some time. What is she like?" Portia asked Idris, moving closer to her. Portia knew very little of her new mistress and was curious to what her new life would be like serving the woman. Portia suddenly wondered if that was something she shouldn't be asking another slave. "Forgive me if that is inappropriate to ask." The elf quickly added. "I'm sorry. This is all rather new to me." Portia hadn't been a slave very long. It was less than a month since she found herself in servitude and she was still adjusting. "I don't rightly know what I am supposed to say or do. I know not to speak unless spoken to and to do whatever I am told, but... I just don't want to anger our masters." She murmured.
  5. His words warmed her heart and brought a pink hue to her cheeks. Smiling at him she accepted the wine he offered and settled next to him on the stone slab in his room, its use was for many purposes. For now it was a place for them sit and relax. Given that Valerius had been training like mad in the yard recently she figured he needed the rest. It had been several days since she'd been instructed to see him but that didn't mean she hadn't seen him. High from the balcony over the sands Portia would stand next to the Domina when she watched the gladiators train from time to time. Lavinia was determined to see her champion regain his title and by any means. Portia knew her visits with Valerius was not something ever condoned before but she did not question it. Instead she enjoyed the opportunity given to her... to them. "You will regain your glory." Portia set aside her glass aside and moved up behind Valerius and slowly worked her hands over his shoulders, massaging the tensions in his defined muscles. "I've been watching you." She admitted. There was no point in denying since their gaze seemed to always meet when they were in sight of each other. "You've become faster, or you know how to anticipate all of Aetius' moves now." Portia leaned forward so that her hands wrapped over his shoulders with her chest flush against his back and her lips near his ear. "You will be champion again." She assured him because she feared what might happen to him if he did not win. Lavinia was a fair mistress but her punishments were harsh.
  6. ((ooc - works for me lol)) Even after learning Idris lived most her life in the ludus Portia remained in awe how easily she navigated the halls. The elf was mindful of the route they took, looking for markers to aid her later on. Portia had no expectations of what her living conditions might be. Instead she was appreciative of the small quarters meant for the handmaidens. When they stepped inside the modest room she took a quick look around, for there wasn't much to see, before addressing Idris. "If you don't mind my asking, what do our days consist of? I know very little of the ludus and less of serving of a Domina." Portia honestly wished to please her new mistress. Lavinia's purchase of her kept her from a horrible fate or so Portia believed. For that reason she was already loyal to the woman.
  7. 3 Justinian, 951 Ludus Gallicus Portia, Valerius Zyah_Rayne, @Skorge 1x1 Portia and Valerius are permitted time to spend together. A Champion's boon The moon was high overhead when the Domina dismissed Portia to tend to her final duty for the night. Portia did well in hiding her glee at the news and quietly took her leave heading straight toward the part of the ludus that housed the gladiators. The elf looked forward to these meetings with Valerius and when she granted the chance to see him she did not delay. Upon seeing the handmaiden the guards moved to unlock the door for her to enter Valerius’ room. This part of the ludus was not normally graced by the likes of handmaidens but then again her visits weren’t actually the norm. Over the course of the last several weeks the Domina had tasked Portia to the spend time with the gladiator. It was an arrangement Lavinia agreed to if Valerius performed well on the sands. The loss of his title still angered her but she offered him a chance at redemption and a prize that only she could give if he should gain his title back. Her handmaiden Portia. The moment she stepped inside Portia allowed her smile to surface and she met Valerius halfway, embracing him and laughing with joy as the door was shut soundly behind her. “You must have done well today.” Portia beamed at him, her eyes wandering over his handsome features, making sure he’d not suffered any serious wounds during his training.
  8. The elf moved next to Idris' side and followed her, not once questioning if she knew where she was going. By the handmaiden's posture and steady steps Portia figured Idris knew the ludus, or at least this part of it, well which was amazing considering she had no sight. Since arriving here Portia had already lost her way. There were so many corridors and sections to her new home Portia found it confusing. "If you don't mind my asking, how long have you served here?" Was that considered a rude question to ask? Portia wondered, hoping that wasn't true. The last thing she wanted was to offend. "We have our own quarters?" Portia was mildly surprised at this. Were the slaves housed differently throughout the ludus?
  9. The other woman's voice startled Portia. Though she didn't necessarily jump, her heart was indeed beating a little faster. "I.. I'm here. Apologies. I did not hear you come in." The elf eyed the other slave, quickly coming to the realization she was blind. Where that might have put some people on edge, Portia on the other hand relaxed a little. It was obvious the other handmaiden couldn't see the redness in her cheeks over the embarrassment of being caught unawares. "Hello, Idris. I am Portia." The elf took a few steps closer. "I was told to wait for one of the Domina's handmaidens and be instructed. I'm assuming that is you?" There was a timidness in her tone. Portia was uncertain of what her new role consisted of and she was even more unsure of the other handmaiden.
  10. Mid Pluitanis 951 Ludus Gallicus Portia, Idris Zyah_Rayne, @Momo 1x1 Portia has recently been purchased by Lavinia as her handmaiden. Idris has been tasked to teach Portia of her new role and whats expected of her. The role of slave was not something Portia was born into. She was once free, living with her parents who were modest herb merchants living in a small town in Tevinter. It wasn't until her father angered a Magister in the previous months was Portia taken from her life and made a slave. Lavinia was not her first master but she did acquire her within her first month of becoming a slave. The Magister who originally enslaved Portia had her for no more than a few weeks before his wife demanded that she be sold. Fortunately for her Lavinia took interest in her the slave markets and snatched her up quickly. Now standing in the slave quarters sectioned off specifically for the handmaidens of the Domina, she was told to wait there. Another one of the handmaidens would be arriving soon to teach her the ways of the ludus and explain to her what was expected of her. Portia did not wander around the small room but stood firm in where she was told to wait. Portia had never been to a place like this before. A ludus, though she'd heard of them before, was a strange environment for her. What would her life be like here? Were her masters known to be cruel? What exactly was a handmaiden? She knew that she was chosen for her role because of her appearance but what else could have prompted the Domina to purchase her? So many question were running through her mind that she did not notice when she was no longer the only one in the room.
  11. There was nothing more splendid than being with Quintus. It went beyond mere lust or attraction. It was the depth of her love for the man who was her entire world that made being with him wondrous. And the more they came together the more enraptured she was by him. Did he have any idea how his mere touch effected her, let alone when they coupled? A shudder ran through her the moment he filled her with his arousal and her moans of pleasure mingled with his creating a sound that was euphoric and carnal. Portia wrapped her legs around her love and shifted her body so that she move with him, her hips moving to meet his with each thrust taking him deeper. The water rippled away from them as their bodies collided in the bath and they became more fervent in their lovemaking as pleasures reached new heights. Portia professed her love to him as her breathing became unsteady and her eyes locked with his. The elf was hopelessly in love and nothing would ever change that. It didn't matter the circumstance, Quintus would always have her heart.
  12. There was no way to describe how it felt being in Quintus' arms felt other than true happiness. Her smile mirrored his and soft laughter escaped her at his remarks. "You can have my body. I want you to have my body. You already have my heart and soul." She wrapped her arms around him tighter, her lips caressing along his wet skin. "Several sessions you say?" Portia pulled back looked upward, poking her lips out slightly as if thought. Her playful expression blossomed into a wide grin and she moved flush against his body. "Words can be misleading. Perhaps you will need to show me instead." Portia leaned in and stole a kiss. It was meant to be teasing but as soon as her lips parted for him she couldn't help but deepen the kiss.
  13. Portia loved seeing Quintus smile, the way his facial features would relax and smooth away the stresses he carried with him. Her lips continued to dance across his chest, her fingertips tracing along the defined muscles along his torso. "I keep nothing from you." The elf admitted. She once harbored the secret of her night with Valerius during their breakup but she admitted to it and they were able to move past it. Portia was uncomfortable with deceit therefore avoided it if she could. The only secret Portia carried was the affair she had with Quintus. "Do you hold back with me?" She suddenly asked her love. He was a considerate lover with her and always sought to pleasure her but she sometimes wondered if she was enough for him. Did she satisfy his needs that he would not want to look elsewhere? He was a virile man, of this she knew, and she was curious. It was during her conversation with Mai earlier that day that her curiosity grew but it was when she learned that Quintus had turned to Sinistra so soon after he ended things with her previous that the seed of doubt was planted.
  14. Portia giggled, her shoulder sensitive to Quintus' playful bite. "Do you have many secrets, my love?" She asked him, teasing him mostly. The handmaiden knew Quintus lived many lives, and some were more trying than others, but he always seemed to come out on top. Whether it was luck or skill or circumstance Quintus endured and it helped shape him into the man he was today. A man Portia was head over heals in love with. No, they did not live a perfect world where they could openly express their love but perhaps that made her love him even more. Portia knew how much of a gift it was to have him and Portia felt fortunate to have him in her life and to share these times with him. "I do not need to know all your secrets." The elf murmured, her hands stroking over his in the water. "I only need to have you." Remaining playful Portia turned in his arms and this time she began teasing the crook of his neck with her lips. "Besides, I do not have the same favor with the Gods as you." She laughed, her hands seeking for more sensitive places on Quintus' body to get a rise out of him.
  15. Portia's eyes closed as Quintus whispered in her ear, the way his lips brushed against her sensitive lobe made her shudder and she pressed against him seeking more of his touch. It was as if Quintus peered into her soul and saw her heart's greatest desire. In a perfect world they could be together and have a family. Portia wished this even though she knew it could never be. But when she was in Quintus' arms anything seemed possible. The handmaiden wasn't surprised he sired a child or children for that matter. It was a gift she'd never be able to give him and there was a slight tug at her heart. "Is the Domina bothered by this?" Portia asked, her tone a bit more distant than it was seconds ago. Would any of his children be considered heirs to the ludus? Or would that even matter? The politics of Tevinter was not something Portia was familiar with nor did she want to be. All the elf cared about was the well being of her love and what she could do to make him happy. But children was not something in her power to give, not given their circumstances.