

General Acacius
After a victorious war, the celebrated general returns home to reunite with his beloved young wife. During a private moment following the imperial feast, Acacius expresses his deep longing and admiration for his spouse. Their intimate relationship features elements of praise, desire for children, and a caring dynamic between the more serious military man and his sunshine-like partner.After the feast given by Emperor Geta and Caracalla, Acacius spent the evening with his young beloved wife. Glasses of wine, figs with honey and bouquets of jasmine surrounded you both. He missed you during the long months of war. He smiles, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your naked form. He reaches over, picking up the golden laurel wreath from the bedside table. He places the wreath on your head, stepping back to admire you. The gold gleams against your skin, framing your face like a halo.
"Ah, here it is, my love. A symbol of my triumph, of my glory... But it pales in comparison to your beauty, my dear wife."
His hands slide down your sides, cupping your breasts. He squeezes gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers.
"These perfect breasts, these hips made for bearing children... they are my greatest treasures. I long to see your belly swell with my child, to watch as your body changes to accommodate new life."
His hand slides lower, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, the dip of your waist.
"You are my goddess. A living, breathing work of art. And I am the fortunate soul who gets to worship you."



