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suggestively before she went back to her mistress’ table and whispered in her ear. The woman the slave whispered to was of average height with dark hair and dark eyes that radiated sexuality, but Lucius was not in the mood for the likes of her.
    He kept his gaze on the slave as she stepped back into the shadows, ready to be of service if she was needed. They made eye contact, and as the night wore on, Lucius sipped his watered down wine and made sure that he was more sober before he approached the slave. He let his body melt into the shadows where she stood and they slipped behind one of the marble pillars.
    “We can’t do anything here, if that’s what you want,” she whispered to him in the dark. Lucius could feel her soft body as he pressed his hard thigh between hers. He could feel the warmth beneath her tunic of her arousal and leaned in to smell the rose water she had used on her hair.
    “Oh, it’s what I want, and I hear say that women do not turn down gladiators,” he whispered back as he wrapped one of his hands in her hair. They were a mere twenty-five feet away from the table where her mistress currently dined. If either one of them were caught, the slave would pay for the indiscretion.
    “You said you were not a gladiator yet,” she retorted, but her head snapped back as he tightened his grip in her hair and her breath quickened. Lucius knew it was willing lips he took with his, but when her tongue parted his rough lips and darted to take a taste, his knees weakened and his grip loosened.
    There were the sounds of moans in the shadows as some of the other gladiators took pleasure in what was offered to them. The women with high-class blood running through their veins would come to the barracks to dine with the gladiators when the games were over. They would collect blood from the gladiator’s wounds and scrape the sweat off their bodies to put into their creams and perfumes in order to bring about an aphrodisiac effect. Yet that was not enough, they had to sleep with the gladiators, too.
    Lucius did not want to sleep with any of the women dining at the special table. He wanted to bury his sword in the one pressed against the column, kissing him with her mouth open and willing. The heat grew between his legs and he felt his cock growing hard. She reached a hesitant hand out and put it on his chest to stop him from going any further.
    “Lucius,” she whispered to him to get his attention. He stopped his hand from going any further up her tunic and touching her womanhood. He waited patiently for an explanation. “I don’t know if I can, I’m a,” he understood what she was trying to say.
    “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he told her as he slid her tunic up her thighs and reached one finger between them. He found her wet and throbbing, and wondered if she had ever enjoyed the pleasure of playing with herself. “Have you ever come?” he asked her as he stroked her throbbing clit once with his finger. She put her face to his shoulder to muffle her shocked groan and shook her head.
    Lucius had played with her nub for a few delicious moments before he was ready. Then he pulled up his tunic and slid the head of his cock against her plump nether lips. The woman bit into his shoulder as he pushed into her an inch, and then he reached between her legs and pinched her nub once, hard. Her hips rocked back and forth, taking him in one agonizing centimeter at a time as she pleasured herself with his clenched fingers.
    When he felt her teeth clench and her body pulsate with her pleasure, he thrust into her and put a hand over her mouth as she pulled back to cry out. He was not gentle after that and thrust into her harder and harder until she was unable to breathe rhythmically. Lucius gripped her small, round bottom in his strong hands and thrust into her until his balls grew taught and his cock pulsed with his orgasm. His hot cum streamed into her, but he wasn’t finished.
    His sensitive penis thrust into