The magistrate was young and relatively handsome, if you discounted the large pimple on his cheek. He looked earnest and nervous, and from her experience Viviana knew this was one who wanted to be dominated, to be thrown on his back and ridden as if she was a true Amazonian warrior rather than just a condemned Roman criminal. Tonight, that suited her just fine. She suddenly wanted this over with. After Marius' boldness and the feel of his manhood in her hand, he was all she wanted. The quicker she could see this boy on his way, the better. 'You have come into the realm of Achillia, queen of the arena. What is your pleasure, sir?' 'I- I saw you fight, ' he stammered. His eyes were slipping all over her, as if he wanted to take in everything all at once. 'And I pleased you?' she asked seductively, walking forward, swinging her hips. The boy licked his lips. 'Very much. ''I have fought many men, ' she said, circling around him as if assessing him, 'many armed with fearsome weapons. Tell me, Magistrate, what weapon do you carry with you?' She reached out and touched the boy's erection through the cloth of his tunic. The boy gasped and for a moment she thought he was going to be sick with shock. Can Achillia and Marius stop the ancient vampire clan or will they end up as another blood-cattle of the vampires