The Story Of Romans Novels & Stories

They shift and join him, prancing and running around, and I can’t help the swell in my chest. I could have that someday. We find a spot to settle in and wait. Roman and I start talking about his life in Zabella. He doesn’t have many fond memories, but hearing stories about another world is fascinating. Benny is about to tell us a story about little Roman when I start to feel… something. “R-Roman… I… s-something’s… ahhhh!” He scrambles from where he’s sitting and kneels beside me where I’ve fallen to the ground.

Roman waved me toward the couch. “Sit,” he said. “Please.” I did, reluctantly. He stood over me, arms crossed, breathing like he’d run a marathon. “I’m going to tell you everything,” he said. “It’s a lot. And I’m sorry if you get confused.” I exhaled slowly. “Okay. Hit me with the confusion.” The next few minutes felt like someone was reading me a conspiracy novel written by a feverish drunk man. I just sat there, blinking occasionally, trying to piece together Roman’s words in a way that made sense.

Dominic yelled and the little boy pushed his lover away from his body and pulled the tick blankets over his reddened face. "Still my innocent little Anas..." Roman stood up, took his pants, and pulled them up to his waist, then he walked towards the others, giving them a warm hug and a kiss. "Brothers!" He greeted with tear-filled eyes. He was indeed happy to have them all here. He missed his family so much. Being there all alone and cast away from all those who truly loved and cared for them hadn't been the most delightful experience. He desperately wanted both him and his young lover home, with all their family.

He dusted off his tunic and while he did a group of people had formed behind us. “Noblemen and women, I am Romulus, the owner of the Nubian, famous for his large cock. No normal woman can take him, therefore I bring to you four of the most exotic and beautiful women in all lands so you can, with your own eyes, watch as the Nubian ravishes them.”