44 Results in the "Bear House Serials" category
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VIII
Here lies the beauty from the falls, the lion from his vision. His Roman captive burns hot when he sleeps, never waking no matter how indelicate the druid’s touch. Aedan’s thumb pushes at an eyelid and reveals a lily pad floating in the white, its dark center growing with exposure. Smooth skin stinks of cooking fire and soft nipples taste of roasted rabbit. He sits, relishing how that muscular gut feels against his bare crack. Cock in hand, he grazes the tip over the Roman’s swollen bottom…-
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VII
Vibrant tunics litter the grasslands, their owners hacking away at the forest. Another group surrounds them, collecting newly cut trees and rolling them over a ribbed assembly of smaller logs. Workhorses form lines at the roping station, their twitchy legs eager to haul fresh timber to the carpenters near shore. Nothing matches the hardness of a tree against one’s ass when a climax comes. Britannia’s narrow forests make Skipio long for the thick oaks of home, ageless alpine giants with massive ground…-
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VI
Father’s owl mask watches from the muddy shore, its top trim black from battle fire. His snowy war prize approaches for a drink and takes her fill before retreating to the grassy bank, where waterlogged cornflowers await her hunger. Falling rain stings his shoulders, a necessary hurt that washes away his warpaint. He drops his bare ass into the pebbled rivulet and spreads his spindly legs. Within the V bobs his pliable manhood as rushing waters flush clean his foreskin. Aedan rises to his feet, sopping…-
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V
Skipio leads his scouts ahead of the legions until the roar of wind-swept trees overcomes the drum of infantry boots. Night marches are perilous without a torch or stars. It is lonely work, and anxiety consumes the hours. No one speaks, not even to their horse. A reedy marsh confronts their small procession, its insects and amphibians cavorting so wildly that they drown out the men’s thundering hearts. Somewhere within the swaying bobtails lies water, yet entering foreign wetlands invites death. Actus…-
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The Servian Village
The Servii do not keep slaves but employ Romano-Gallic workers (mostly Gallic with Vitas and Scipio sending war prisoners to make up for the Roman's leaving during their absence). Many of the families there are generational due to the security the plantation provides. The pay is low but the harvests are seasonal, and when not harvesting, these people live rent-free in a village with walls, gardens, animals, baths, and fresh water. I used an existing graphic featuring a Roman farm from the Late Republic…-
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The Servian Plantation
I made the map above with Paint-shit Pro, using various other maps as a guide. The Servii keep a grand villa rustica on the same ridge as their plantation village. The two-story villa sits on the shoreline of a deep glacial pond with views of a nearby forest and the surrounding mountains. Using existing designs found on the web, I tried to configure details as my narrative presents. The Servii live in the Lepontine Alps, very near the Swiss border (close to the Adula peak). I mapped the journey…-
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The Parents
Lucius Vitus ServiusAge 50 | He/Him | RomanCiniod the FirstAge 45 | She/Her | Brythonic Celt Vitus is a praefectus of the Legio X Equestri, a career cavalryman and cartographer, and owner of Servio Poma et Pira, a family business of apples and pears, fruit wine, and seasonal walnuts our of Cisalpine Gaul. He is the father of Skipio. Ciniod is a Belgae king’s daughter born along the shores of the Tamesa (modern Thames) in Britannia. She is the widow of the arch-druid Fintan (The Owl), and…-
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The Lion & The Owl
A vengeful legionnaire enslaves the druid who murdered his father, bringing chaos to his household in the Lepontine Alps. -
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Suffocation II
Surface Operational HousingDirtox’takal 1 Yubol 2249 1430 Hours Sofita woke to the sound of seal barks and piercing laughter. The sheer act of dozing off still unsettled her after so many years. Bouts of sleep plagued those who served between the poles, and luckily for her, such naps didn’t interfere with her ability to hibernate at the end of the year. Across the pool, a juvenile seal, its stubby whiskers dripping with wet ice, let out a farewell yelp and dove into the black water before…-
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Suffocation I
Kuril Base NorthRaxuta`acarol (Pacific Ocean)1 Yubol 2249 0130 Hours Unlike the other young men before him, he didn’t dive for a dark corner when she entered the room, or collapse to the floor sobbing. Bare feet left a spotty trail over the dark polar tile, leading her to the room’s lone bench, where he lost himself in the hazy depths beyond the glass. She moved her fingertips over the climate-control pad, dulling the room’s oppressive heat. Red-blooded helovx ran cold under the sea, one…-
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