“That was misfortune, since then the gods have smiled upon me I have not received so much as a scratch.”
“Let us hope your good fortune continues to be with you through your next two contests. I could not bear to see you die.”
“Do not worry my little one, I will win. With you in my life I have everything to live for.”
Was he really so simple, did he not realise how few fighters lived to retire. He seemed almost a child, who had all the good looks and no brains. “Now let’s see your weapon.” She said pulling at the knot of his cingula, as the material fell away his hard cock sprang up. “My you are a big boy, as hard and straight as a hastaxix. Lucius I hope you are able use him as skilfully as you do your other weapons.”
“I have had no complaints.” He responded whilst unwinding her breastband. “You too are pretty good my little beauty.” Even as he spoke he was loosening the ties of her pants, they fell to the floor, revealing her depilated pudenda. “Oh so beautiful … oh my Venus.” He said rubbing his horny hand over her smooth mons. He feasted his eyes upon her, her breasts were not perfect. Without the support of the band they drooped, but they were not ugly, not like the empty sacks he had seen hanging from some of the wizened matrons who had been entertained by him. In the cold air he watched her nipples grow hard. He fastened his lips on her breast.
As he suckled tingling tremors ran down her body from her breast where his mouth was to where his hand manipulated her pudenda. As always long before she reached the heights of an orgasm, her juices began flowing copiously. Between her legs she could feel her labia becoming lubricated. Now her erect clitoris was crying out to be touched. “If I am your Venus, you are my handsome man, you are my Adonis.” She groaned at the pleasurable feelings his massage was causing, somewhere deep within her she could feel a warm churning sensation. She caught hold of his hand. “Come on take me to bed, its too cold to stand here.”
In bed she grasped his cock, measuring it with her hand. Truly it was a wondrous size in proportion to the rest of his body. A cock which truly put to shame those men of power she so often had slept with, men with long skinny cocks, men who had short stumpy cocks. Men who often had been unable to sustain an erection without her stimulating them with oral sex, it really was no wonder that their wives patronised real men, like gladiators.
As she toyed with his prick, his palm still kneaded her mons while his fingers had began to explore her slick slit, now two of his fingers began to open her vagina. He turned getting between her legs. “No Lucius!” She said as he began to present the tip of his cock to her vagina. “Not that way. Not tonight. I want to save that for when we are married.”
Bemused he stopped. “Are you a virgin?”
“Don’t be silly. But I don’t want you to get me pregnant, not until we are both free.”
“In less than a month you will be free. The day after tomorrow I fight here in Ratasxx and then when we get to Eburacoxxi I shall enter the arena for the final time. Then I will be able to purchase your freedom.”
I believe he will if he lives, but if he dies before then. I have to give him a good reason, I can’t say he may die. “And I do not want to see that old skinflint Septimus inflating my worth and increasing the price you have to pay.”
“Why should your value be inflated?”
“If you were to get me pregnant he would be entitled to charge not only my value, but that of the child as well.”
“Are you saying I cannot make love to you?”
“No I am asking you to take me the other way.”
“Other way!” He echoed.
By all the gods the man’s a brainless innocent. “Lucius I have two portals down there, the one you were about to enter and another one.”
“You mean your ass – what do you take me for a Greek? No never I am not one of them.” He expostulated, thumping his ham like fist into the pillow by her head he rolled back onto the bed beside her.
“Lucius I did not mean to imply you were a Greek or worse. I simply want to make love to you in the best way possible.”
“Best way! What are you saying woman. What you ask me to do is not natural, not natural between a man and a woman. It’s the way of two men, the way of the Greeks.”
Yes the way of two men, I bet for all his protestations he knows all about that, everyone knows or has heard the rumours of the goings on in the Ludusxxii. The big men who love men. The rich men, (and not all of them natives of Greece) who visit the Ludus and pay gladiators to have sex with them. Inwardly she gave a knowing smile, realising Lucius had a guilty conscience. Should she offer him a blow-job, she thought not, he was probably one of those men who thought it disgusting to put one’s mouth in contact with another persons genitals. If she made the offer he would think her a meretrice, there would be no chance of him purchasing her freedom. “Lucius I promise you that sex with a woman in the way I want is very different to sex with a man.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Lucius if you love me, really love me you will do as I ask. Do you love me?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Lie there let me do everything.” She reached under the pillow, from her bag she took the small flask of olive oil. She tipped some of the oil into the palm of her hand. He gasped when she rubbed her oil covered hand over his erect cock. Reaching between her legs she lubricated her anus.
She got up and straddled his hips. “Now my love you are about to have the ride of your life, and all you have to do is relax.” When she bent forward her breasts brushed his depilated chest, sliding on the slickness of his oiled body. Her lips met his, aggressively her tongue forced its way between his teeth, roughly forcing his lips apart their teeth clashing. Surprised by a kiss of a sort he had never before encountered he did nothing as her tongue explored his mouth. Then he began to respond, his arms encircled her pulling her close to him. His tongue curling around her tongue pushing into her mouth, their tongue duelled seeking out each others’ mouths.
She wriggled free of his encircling arms. “Close your eyes.” He did not comply. “Lucius close your eyes.” Her voice was more urgent this time.
She was exasperated, his eyes remained open. “Lucius are we to fight or make love? Trust me close your eyes. I am not going to hurt you I just want you to feel everything without the distraction of seeing. Please trust me.”
When he had closed his eyes. She squatted over him, reaching between her legs she grasped his erect cock adjusting their relative positions until the head butted against her puckered anus.
He was aware of the sensation as the tight ring of muscle dragged slowly over his sensitive glans. When the engorged head was nearly embedded in her, she lifted her body slightly dragging the ring back across his tingling nerve endings. Then slowly she lowered herself he felt the ring of muscle snap tight around his cockstem when the head was fully inside her.
Then when it appeared to him that she had taken all his cockstem into her body, she rose slightly and then dropped driving herself further onto her. Even though it had been her own action that forced her body hard down over his cock, she gasped as the final fractions of an inch punched into her.