surprised at her ability to arouse him so easily. Long ago, when she was still Gaius Prospero’s wife, he had planned to seduce her. She had seduced him instead and while he was still able to detach himself from his lust for her when he was away, it was impossible to do so when she slipped her arms about his neck and pressed her lush body against him, smiling up into his cold eyes.
“I have missed you today,” she purred at him. Her teeth nibbled the lobe of his ear. “You are tense, my lord, and appear weighed down with your duties. Let me help you to relax, my darling Jonah.” Reaching down into the water she cupped his seed sac in the palm of her hand. Her tongue ran about the outline of his mouth.
He felt her hand holding him but she did not fondle him. The simple subtlety of it was the catalyst for his arousal. Jonah kissed his wife a long slow kiss as his manhood burgeoned. He pressed it against her belly, his hands on her buttocks pulling her closer to him. Reaching out he pinched first one nipple and then the other. Vilia gave a little squeal of excitement. He kissed her again, his tongue pushing into her mouth to play with her tongue. “I want your ass,” he growled at her, and he turned her about, helping her to brace herself upon the steps that led into the bathing pool, her bottom just out of the warm water.
Jonah reached out and with one hand lifted the lid from a jar that held a pure white cream. “Open!” he said, and reaching back Vilia drew the cheeks of her buttocks apart for him. He rubbed the white cream generously in and around the puckered flesh, grazing it seductively, pressing his thumb against it, feeling it give beneath the pressure. Removing his hand he directed his manhood to the same spot and patiently pressed against it until he felt it giving way to allow him entry. Slowly, carefully, he sheathed himself fully within her rear channel.
Vilia moaned. “I can feel you throbbing,” she murmured to him. “It is so exciting, my love!” Then she gasped as his hand reached beneath her to play with her love bud. “Ohh, Jonah!” she sobbed as he brought her once, twice and a third time to perfect pleasure while his pulsing manhood beat a tattoo within her. Then he moved, just two strokes, and groaned as Vilia felt his juices being released. “Such a waste, my darling,” she sighed.
He withdrew from her saying, “This is no time for you to give me a child, Vilia. Soon, but not yet. Now let us get out of our tub, for I have need of your wisdom, Wife.”
They dried each other off with thick toweling, then donning simple cotton robes over their heads, they exited the bath and entered their bedchamber. At once a servant came forward, and Vilia told her to see that the evening meal was served in the dayroom.
“Let us eat first,” Vilia suggested. “Then we will talk.”
“When the meal is served, dismiss the servants and we will speak over our food,” he countered. “We have decisions to make, Wife. And time is of the essence.”
“I am intrigued, my lord,” Vilia said.
Their food was quickly brought and the servants sent away. They sat eating and Jonah told his wife of what had transpired over the last several days at the palace when he had not come home to her. Then he explained how he had had Arcas brought to him. “The fool kept hearing things, but thought it just women’s talk, and did not report it,” Jonah grumbled irritably.
“A few women complaining before Gaius’s palace,” Vilia said. “Why are you so upset?”
“It was not a few women, Vilia. There were well over a thousand women there. Did you not hear them chanting ‘no war’?” he asked her.
“I spend a great deal of time in our gardens by the waterfall,” Vilia told him. “Perhaps I heard some sounds when I was in the house, but they did not seem threatening so I dismissed them. Women have virtually no real power in Hetar, Husband. Why do you fret about the wives of farmers, mercenaries and merchants?”
“Aye, there were many farmers’ wives there, but there were also Pleasure Women, including the lady Gillian who is obviously one of the leaders. And I saw wives of Crusader Knights, as well. This is a serious movement, Vilia, and now I must decide how to use this to our best advantage. You know as well as I do that there is no need to pursue this war with Terah.”
“You still believe that the faerie Lara is no danger to us?” Vilia asked.
“Nay, I do not,” Jonah replied. “Do not make the mistake, Vilia, of taking seriously the gossip we have been putting out about the Domina Lara.”
“If this movement of women grows,” Vilia now said thoughtfully, “it might prove more of an advantage to us than a war. A war will cost us lives, even fought across the sea. Women do not fight wars. Men do. But without men to seed their women Hetar’s population will not increase and we could be seriously vulnerable to Terah or another predator sometime in the future. If we did not know of Terah, my lord, what else do we not know?”
“Tell me how these women could be used to our advantage?”
“Could we not use them to bring down Gaius?” she asked him. “Then we should not be involved in his demise at all, Husband. A new emperor would have to be chosen and you have been building your alliances for some time now, Jonah, my love,” Vilia said. “Would you not be the logical choice? Especially if you had these women behind you.”
“If I am to gain the influence of these women,” Jonah said slowly, “I will have to be most careful else the emperor learn of it and I am destroyed. I must think on it, Vilia.”
“If I were to secretly aid these women,” Vilia said softly, “it would certainly put you in their favor, my lord. You and I cuckolded Gaius for several years and he never caught us. We can do this as well, Jonah.”
“Trying to stop Gaius Prospero once he has made up his mind is impossible,” Jonah said.
“Don’t try to stop him,” Vilia said.
Jonah smiled. “Aye, let him start his war and we will help the women to quickly stop it before too many are killed. Just enough to put a bad taste in the mouth of every Hetarian wife.”
“He must be killed,” Vilia said. “Gaius and his little empress must die.”
“The High Council will want to hold a trial,” Jonah replied. “But you are right, Vilia. He must be slain quickly-and his lady Shifra with him. If he is not then the few friends he has will seek to free him and restore him to his throne. We could have a civil war in Hetar. That would not do at all, Vilia. We must prevent that at all costs.”
She nodded. “You say the lady Gillian is involved in this movement?”
“Aye,” he replied. “The emperor wants her arrested but I will prevent that. Making her a martyr would be very foolish.”
“I agree,” Vilia said. “Better Gillian become a heroine of Hetarian women.”
“Aye, we do not want to destroy this movement,” Jonah said, “but use it.”
“True. Let me see how strong these women are and if I learn Gillian is truly their leader I will help stoke their passions even hotter, my dear Jonah.”
Vilia sent her most trusted servant to investigate over the next few days. It took time however, for the women were cautious, as was Vilia’s serving woman, Kigva. She visited the kiosk of a famed maker of perfumes in the Grand Marketplace and listened. She went to the public baths and listened. Finally one day she dared to approach a woman she overheard at a Razi kiosk speaking in low urgent tones to her companion. “Please,” she said, “I have heard of this women’s protest. Can you tell me more?”
“I do not know of what you are speaking,” the woman said nervously and moved away from Kigva, who followed after her and tugged on her sleeve.
“My mistress is the wife of an important man,” Kigva said low. “She wants to help, but dares not do so publicly. I know there are women of importance involved in this for I saw them marching in the streets that day you went to the emperor’s palace. My mistress has sent me to learn more and to aid you.”
“Who is your mistress?” the woman wanted to know, but Kigva shook her head.
“I dare not say her name for her well-being, but you would be surprised if you knew it.”
“Say nothing,” the woman’s younger female companion said, trying to draw her friend away. “This could be an attempt to harm us all.”
“Please,” Kigva pleaded, “I mean you no evil.”
Turning, the two women hurried away from her.
Sighing, Kigva was about to move away from the Razi kiosk when another woman there murmured, “There is a meeting tonight in the house of the widow of the feather merchant, Aja.”
“When?” Kigva asked without even reversing herself.
“At sunset,” came the reply.
“Thank you,” Kigva said, but the woman had already moved off. She found the feather merchant’s house by watching in the street for the cloaked women hurrying into one particular dwelling. She joined a small party of them, pulling her hood up over her head to shield her face as they were all doing.
