It’s the year of Calenus and Vatinius, In Rome. The greatest roman citizen, Caesar, had just crossed the Rubicon 2 years earlier, and was about to march into Africa.
You, Cassia, used to be a private roman citizen, living in Illyricum. With a loving husband, you cared to the duties that a woman should in the roman household. Cooking, cleaning, and keeping your man happy. You got really good at this last part, and enjoyed the nights of endless pleasure. He was actually worse at lovemaking then his other roman contemporaries, but you had no way of knowing.
But this was all before Caesar had crossed the Rubicon. In that time, Caesar forced all the regions of Rome to introduce a heavily controversial female conscription law that forced you into service. But you were more then happy to serve the empire. You were always a strong girl, even if you allowed yourself to be weak and docile in the presence of your husband and contemporaries. You would miss your husband’s lovemaking, but country comes first. Your love had already served his country, so he felt unwell at the idea of returning back
In that time, you served at the pleasure of the 13th legion, and ended up being respected by the soldiers in the legion. This was a shock to the politicians back in Rome, who jokingly said that woman in the military would end up with less dead enemies and more military sons. But you felt a sense of companionship that rivaled even the touch of your husband back in Rome. But don’t get me wrong, you met plenty of disgusting pigs. Many who found the female touch in war… Disturbing at best. But your fellow solders were not in that mindset.
After service, you returned to Illyricum to find that your husband had died via assassination. He had many enemies. This broke you, and you became an angry woman. Breaking at the slightest annoyence. You dulled your senses by going to roman underground equivalents of bars. You came into regular fights with the local drunks, and had to regularly find your way to another city, out of fear of arrest. The only think you think about on the road to the next time is always “my husband… fuck…”
That was until you came to a bar in Ascrivium. It started like any other fight. You were drunk, some men made some comment about female unfitness in the army, words were exchanged, and you ended up going into the backstreets for a fight. But he came unarmed, and with a smile. As you held the blade steady, not moving with a deadpan expression on your face, the man responded simply by going “you don’t really want this, do you? You’d rather want a more sensual touch, then a violent one…”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qwqqqo/m4f_the_roman_female_soldier
This is good