SALVE ROMA! A Felidae Novel - By Akif Pirincci Page 0,48

I felt like the things heard were the most normal in the world. A moment later though – a little sense apparently had been left despite the deluging ocean of hormones – I realized that her words were neither Italian nor any other common language. Then it sunk in. Incredible, she spoke Latin fluently! Where did she learn that? I changed some switches inside my brain and tried to think within the language that I had learned in the life that I have shared with a very fat archeologist. If I wasn’t mistaken, she had just said »Finally the hero has come to save me from pains«. Which actually hadn’t sounded that bad.

»I’m a hero indeed, even more, I’m your personal hero!« I replied in Latin. »But how come you know this extraordinary language?«

»Garriamus aut gaudium habeamus? Explicationibus postea tempus erit.«

This sounded reasonable. If she wanted to have fun first and save the explanations for later, fine with me! But as good manners are harder to get rid off than mouth odor, at least I wanted to know her name before we got an eyeful of paradise.

»Sancta!« she said and hissed sensually.

Holy cow, how could someone look like a saint and then actually be called »saint«! However, whether what we did afterwards could actually be classified as rather sacred, I left to the saints in charge. After I had introduced myself, Sancta started to tread rhythmically, raised her butt and kept moving her tail to the side. The smell of her urine and vaginal fluid almost drove me nuts. And just as if a shrink had opened a drip bottle filled with the sweetest drugs all the way, the whole world around me turned pink. Slowly it began to dawn. Little by little, the darkblue of the sky cleared the way for warmer colors, coral status clouds pushed themselves above the heads of the statues and the equestrian monument sin wavy motions and made them blush, until eventually the light of the dawning day poured over the whole ruin site.

Some cries of joy wrested from my throat, although I was also busy leaving scents. How lucky I was! No competitives around us! As I could have hardly competed with love-crazed teenagers, who were full of sap and just waited for this kind of opportunities like bone surgeons wait for glaze. Although my silvery-blue, green-eyed sweetheart heavily hissed, just like girls do, and tried to scratch me with her bare claws, I knew from experience that this all could be classed as proves of love. It was very important to notice her receptiveness, as an early attempt to mount her could cause a bad assault on me. So I had no other choice but to sniff her treasure from the distance and flehm in fever.

After this extensive argy-bargy – those who are foreign to our species might probably call it that – the magic moment finally seemed to have come. Bloody red, the sun ascended about the Basilica of Maxentius and dipped my saint and me into his halo. And when I mounted her and grabbed the fur at her neck with my teeth to immobilize her, I believed to feel Eros’ presence, the very god among the many gods here, who really was

useful. (3) The birds began to sing, and on our climax Sancta and I joined in with hymnic screams. That was what I call a first-class-vacation!

Our loveplay went on for several hours, until we didn’t even have the strength to clean ourselves, totally exhausted, yet soaked with happiness. From afar we already saw the first tourist crowds enter the Forum. It was time to take a little walk and get to know each other on a more intellectual level, or let’s say time to finally talk to each other!

»Can you maybe tell me now who taught you the language, which the whole world thinks of as being an invention of ad writers for drugs boxes, darling?« I wanted to know while our feet led us towards Palatine under the blazing sun. »Dominus meus me docuit, Pater Umberto.«

In my mind I translated the words, which poured out of her silvery sparkling snout. Her master, a padre called Umberto had taught her Latin ...

»... In his former life he used to be an engineer, until he plunged into a big crisis and turned towards religion. He joined a monastic order with a very bluenosed codex. But his reputation as a great engineer followed him into the dark monk’s cell and,