*67 B.C. The Battle of Zela - part of the third Mithridatic War.*

Orelius sighed. This battle was over. King Mithridates had won, and so it was time to go back to Rome. Legate Gaus Valerius Triarius had ordered the retreat and so slowly, his fellow romans began their withdrawal.

How could this have happened? Mithridates had hit them unexpectedly the previous day, Legate Gaia Valerius Triatius has arrived promptly afterwards to lead them, and moods were high - they were the army of Rome after all.

Orelius remembered the night before the battle. He and a few of his brothers had happened upon a small farm, filled with women and children. How stupid had the men of the house been to leave their women in the path of the great army?

His brothers had chosen to violate the younger girls, but Orelius wasn’t a fan of young children. Instead he had his eyes on a nubile beauty that his brothers had passed over, a brunette peasant girl with small tits, a slim waist, full lips and a gorgeous face - green eyes that flared in rage at the soldier whose cock was forced into her over and over.

Orelius humped the girl for an hour, long after his brothers had finished with the younglings and their mother. Orelius didn’t stop fucking the tight virgin cunt under him after his brothers left. He had no fear that one of the girl’s family members would come up behind him, after all, his brothers were thorough in their work. No one in the house was alive except for him and the tight cunt under him. The girl was an adult, albiet barely. She had admitted as much to his brothers that she had been celebrating her 18th birthday, but her cunt was also unsullied, and that’s what Orelius wanted.

Finally, he spent his last load in the girl. She had lost her fight many minutes ago but he had kept using her repeatedly even though her body had gone limp. It had been so long since Orelius had seen his wife that he was pent up, his balls heavy with life giving seed.

Finally, he pulled out his limp cock for the last time, his seed overflowing from the girl’s vagina.

Slowly, he pulled his knife. Turning the girl over he saw again those fiery green eyes screaming hate silently into his soul. There was no gag in the girls mouth, and she had screamed during her rape...until the screams of her siblings were silenced.

Now she simply hated.

Orelius didn’t see this hate, however, he saw eyes the color of his youngest daughters.

Orelius couldn’t kill this girl, not with those eyes.

Orelius sheathed his knife.

“You were a good fuck girl. You got lucky tonight. If I’m ever back this way, I’ll pay you a visit.”

Orelius left the farmhouse and walked into the dark night. On his way back to camp he saw a frightening sight. A funnel from the gods was touching ground between the two armies, an omen of their upcoming victory.

Or so he thought.

7000 romans lost their lives the next day, and Orelius marched home to his family, and his daughter with the green eyes.