The Bold Leona

Title: The Bold Leona
Author:Pheonixskylark
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Be gentle. This is my first fanfic attempt.



The sound of horses pierced the otherwise silent, lush, green landscape. The large insulated carriage could only mean that the occupants must have been rather wealthy. The procession traveled for some miles. Incense lingered in the air as they passed. Overcoming the hill they saw a towering palace of ivory. The palace itself although white was struck at sunset with a dazzling array of color. Blues, reds and yellow were the most prominent on this almost otherworldly specter. The procession came to stop in front of the palace. The carriage opened and a man stepped out. His hair was as white as snow, though he seemed frail he held himself straight and tall. He made his way to the top of the steps where he was greeted by a servant and was ushered inside. Meanwhile a younger man and w wer were helped out of the carriage. They too made their way inside.
The three waited to be greeted by their host. Their wait was brief as a red haired man made his way down the stairs to the foyer. He greeted the snowy haired man with a wide grin and open arms.

“Marcus, it has been to long old friend,” said the red haired man in his lightly accented voice.

“Too long indeed, Henri,” replied Marcus.

“Please, I’m sure you’ve had a tiring journey. Allow me to show you tor ror rooms and we can speak more in the morning,” Henri said and led them upstairs.

The next morning over breakfast.

“Tell me, Henri, does Gaul have an arena as splendid as Rome’s mighty coliseum?” asks Commodus.

“Forgive my son Henri, he is unfortunately far too interested in blood sport and then neglects pursuits which areortaortant to know as heir to the throne,” interrupted Marcus.

“Yes… well… I trust you all slept well,” said Henri looking over his glass at Marcus uncomfortably.

“Very well, thank you Henri,” said Marcus cordially.

Lucilla smiled and inclined her head while Commodus remained sulkily silent.

“It is always a pleasure to serve you Caesar,” Henri replied with a cheeky grin.
“We will eat as soon as…” the door opens and a young woman enters carrying a large breakfast tray.
“Here are your breakfasts sires. I hope you weren’t waiting very long,” said the servant.
“Not long at all thank you,” replied H. Th. The woman made to leave. “Leona, you know you are always a welcome companion at my table and call me Henri. I’ve known you a since you were a child.”
“I did not wish to presume with such fine company, my lords,” said Leona, slowly taking her seat at the table.

“This is my servant Leona, granted she is more a part of my family these days. I know it’s a bit unconventional to treat a servant in such a manner but as I said she has lived here all her life. As you know, Marcus, my wife was never able to have children; Leona was able to fill that void for me. As such I ask you to treat her with the same respect as you would give me,” said Henri eyeing each covertly.

“I understand and we will endeavor to do as you ask. Oh, you look lovely by the way my dear,” Marcus said with a friendly smile. Lucilla smiled coolly while Commodus sneered.
“You are too kind my lord,” replied Leona as they began to eat.


Later that night.

“Leona, Marcus and I will be taking a trip into the city. I’m not sure how long we will be gone. I ask you to make sure that lord Commodus has everything he needs. I know that serving him will likely be difficult so try to control your temper but I’ll understand if he goes too far. By the way you needn’t worry about Lucilla. She will be joining us as well,” said Henri.
“I will do my best to do as you say. Be careful all right,” replied Leona waving goodbye to Henri.

Leona returned to the palace to complete the remainder of her duties. She went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for herself and Commodus.

“It amazes me that your master hasn’t starved considering it takes you forever to prepare a meal,” said Commodus disparagingly.

“Yes sire,” Leona replied complacently.

“I will not eat the same meal as you filth. Go prepare me something else,” Commodus stated arrogantly.

“Yes sire,” said Leona through gritted teeth a she went back to the kitchen. Someone needs to teach that spoiled boy a lesson she thought to herself heatedly.

“Get me some wine servant,” Commodus growled menacingly as he strode into the den. Leona bowed, her long dark hair falling forward to cover the mocking expression on her face. She returned with the requested wine. She placed the fluted glass on the table and poured the ruby liquid.
Commodus grabbed the wine roughly, spilling some on the table. He lifted the glass to his lips taking a sip and then spat it out onto the table.
“What is this swill you brought me, servant?” Commodus said angrily. “Sire, this wine is from Master Henri’s personal stock,” Leona replied evenly.

“Well between his choice in help and his opinion in wine it’s obvious that he has no taste at all,” Commodus sneered looking poignantly at Leona.
Leona’s gray eyes flashed stormily she picked up the fluted glass and threw the wine into his face. She then pulled him out of his chair and pushed him over the table. Commodus was in shock he couldn’t believe what was happening. Leona pushed his robe aside revealing his smooth, pale bottom.
Smack!
“Count,” Leona said with an angry voice. Commodus could form no words as tears spilled from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
Smack!
Smack!
“You will count to ten and then I’ll stop. I will continue until you do as you are told,” explained Leona.
Smack!
“One,” said Commodus shakily. He continued counting while he fought against the feelings churning inside of him. His body was betraying him, getting aroused while being humiliated by a lowly servant. He prayed this would end soon and she would not notice the state of his body, further shaming him.
Smack!
“Nine,” he choked.
Smack!
“Ten,” breathed Commodus relieved it was over.
Leona looked down at his once pale bottom now an alluring pink. She reached out caressing the abused flesh as heat began to stir between her legs. Yes she would teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
Commodus gasped at her touch and involuntarily moved into the cool feel of her hand.
Leona, encouraged, reached underneath him and found his rigid organ. Commodus whimpered pitifully, torn between begging her to continue and running as fast as he could to his chambers.
She released his hard length and turned him to face her. The tears on his face and the uncertainty in his eyes made her soften with affection. Perhaps punishment was not what he needed; there was sadness in his eyes and the atmosphere at dinner between he and his father was obviously cold despite his attempts to impress Marcus. She reached out, cupping his face in her hands and erasing the tears on his face with her lips. Then looking into his eyes she claimed his scared mouth with her own. The cloying taste of the wine filled her mouth along with something that was uniquely him. She moved him to sit on top of the table. He drew in a quick breath as his abused flesh met the cool wood of the table. Pressing her advantage she moved to straddle his hips. She reached out and began to undo the fastenings on his armor. After a few moments his body was revealed to her. She explored his chest with trembling hands and looked up into Commodus’s eyes. He met her burning gaze with his own and reached up to remove her gown. His eyes ran over her form, meeting her stormy eyes then traveling down over her full, swollen mouth to her ample bosom with their coral tips, over her soft pale stomach to the thatch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs. Commodus was more aroused then ever before. Meeting her gaze once again he moved his hands to her hips and pressed his erection to her wet heat. Leona moved her hands to his chest as he parted her labia and pressed into her. Commodus stopped as he met resistance, his surprised eyes peering up into hers. She smiled and lent down to press a soft kiss to the scar above his lips. Then suddenly sank down sheathing him fully inside her. The unexpected movement drew a moan from Commodus and a pained hiss from Leona. She was still as she adjusted to this new feeling of fullness while Commodus gently kissed her lips. A few moments pa and and she began to move. Their movements were awkward at first but they quickly found a pleasurable rhythm. Commodus sat up wrapping his arms around her waist, his mouth sought her nipples and he drew one into his mouth. Leona moaned, her passage cling ing pleasurably around his shaft as he suckled sensitive nipple in his hot mouth. Nonsensical sounds tore from their throats as they both came closer to climax. Leona caressed Commodus’s cheek bringing their lips together chastely then looking deeply into his aqua eyes she began to move even faster. Commodus moaned and ran his hands up her back, over her shoulder, then massaging her breasts briefly to finally reach between her slick folds and touch her center. Leona gasped her eyes closing for a moment as the pleasure of his fingers assaulted her. Commodus groaned harshly as she clenched deliciously around him.
She ground her hips into his roughly, gripping him tightly with her spasming sheath and cr out out his name into the empty den. Commodus bucked into her deeply, sobbing her name in return as his climax tore through his veins like fire to pour into her quivering passage. They collapsed in a mass of tangled limbs, bodies glistening with sweat as they trembled in the aftermath of their passion.
“Leona,” Commodus whispered. When he received no response he turned his head to look at her, she was asleep. He thought about what he should do. After all they couldn’t stay here. Henri and the others would return soon. After a moment more he came to a decision, he carefully lifted her up as to not wake her and carried to his chambers taking care to grab their clothes on the way out. Turning the covers down, he laid her on the bed gently and joined her. He knew he’d never be able to sleep, as it had always eluded him in the past but at least he could enjoy her comfort for a while. He embraced her, laying her head on his chest and buried his face in her hair, moments later he was asleep.

The morning.

He awoke well rested and extremely comfortable with the deliciously soft form sprawled on his chest. As Commodus gazed at Leona’s sleeping countenance a smile graced his lips making his already glowing aqua eyes sparkle like stars. His thoughts turned back to last night’s love making, for he knew that’s what it was, the memory of her soft hand raining stinging slaps on his tender bottom made his loins tingle delightfully. Commodus had wanted her as soon as he saw her but it had only been lust. He could say that was all it was but in his heart he knew better. When she soothed him after his punishment with gentle kisses he knew then that he would do anything to keep that look in her eyes. She looked at him as if he was precious as if she… loved him. He knows she’s not of noble birth but is determined to find a way to keep her with him.

“Commodus,” murmured Leona sleepily.
“Yes love,” replied Commodus hugging her closer.
“lovelove you,” she whispered averting her eyes.
He cupped her cheek bringing her eyes to meet his. “I love you too.”

Leona smiled and moved to kiss him, Commodus gasped.
“Is this for me?” said Leona coyly pressing her palm against his hardness.
“Yesss!” hissed Commodus quickly taking possession of her upturned lips.
He moved his hips between her parted thighs and thrust into her wet heat.
They quickly spent their passions and dressed. They had to prepare for the others return.
“What are we going to tell them? I’m a servant you are a prince, I have nothing to offer you.”
“Do you love me?”
“So much,” whispered Leona.
“That’s not nothing,” replied Commodus taking her hand into his own.

Back from the city.

Leona and Commodus go to greet Henri, Marcus, and Lucilla ushering them inside.

“Father, there are matters we must discuss,” said Commodus.

“Can’t it wait?” replied Marcus with disinterest.

“Now! Father, please,” Commodus said forcefully causing Marcus to look at him.

“Very well, let’s talk in the den, if you’ll excuse me Henri,” Marcus said.

“Well! What is it that you needed to talk with me so urgently?”

“I’m in love and I want to marry her.”

“In love? When? Who? Ahh, and that pretty servant girl Leona, eh?”

“Yes. Father with your permission I would like to take her to Rome where we can be wed.”

“Commodus the pompous wants to marry a servant girl? Do as you wish I don’t care.”

“No you never have but thank you for this, Father.” Commodus said and left to find his love.

Marcus was silent.


“Leona?”

“Commodus tell me it’s good news,” she said imploringly.
“You will be a beautiful bride, my love,” he said smiling softly and kissed her passionately.