seed…”
“Oh, gods, I need to find Theolon…” Quintus murmured, rising, a noticeable bulge in his toga. I grinned as he shuffled off, calling for his lover.
But, where was MY lover? And would he still be there after the fights tomorrow?
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The rest of my day, like usual, was spent in bored leisure. I practiced the lyre and I did some sewing and I traded stories with Claudia and Lephora and lazed around in the sun. I always had been aware of the dullness of this routine but it was only now, now that I had been exposed to something different, something powerful and new, that I realized that there could be more in the world… I didn’t need to be cooped up like an animal in a cage.
I could be free like Ursinus. I could be unconquered too.
Or could I?
Damn it all to hell. It was frightening and difficult and I found myself worrying more and more. How would I ever become a woman if my father kept me in a constant state of arrested development, unable to go out and see things and experience things without his presence or the presence of a whole panoply of slaves and bodyguards? I hated this.
I wanted to be free. I knew I was no different than the other women of my class and status, who were just as entrapped as I was, but I felt that, unlike most of them, I had just experienced something… Something new. Something powerful and exciting and tantalizing. Something that I could never forget.
I had experienced Ursinus.
All too slowly, the end of the day arrived. I drifted off to bed, allowing Lephora and Claudia to bathe me once more, feed me a small pre-bed snack consisting of grapes and a primitive, sweet farmer’s cheese just bought that morning from the market place, and then lead me to my bed.
“Leave the windows open, Claudia,” I ordered before they drifted out. Claudia glanced back at me significantly and I nodded. We both knew who they were for.
Finally, they left and I was alone with my anticipation. I stripped off the light evening gown that I usually wore to bed and lay beneath the covers, naked and already dripping. Gods, he could have just charged in at this very moment and plunged that bear cock into me and it would have slid in, like a knife into young, raw cheese…
Hours passed. My disappointment and agitation, as well as my frustrated warmth and wetness, grew. I found myself rubbing slowly my crotch against the covers, against the fabric, whimpering into the silence of the warm night air as the fabric slid over my clit, over my wet lips. Where the hell was he?
Could it be that he wasn’t… Wasn’t interested in me tonight?
No. No, it couldn’t be. I didn’t want that to be the case. Could it really be that what we had experienced together, the night before—it meant far less to him than it did to me?
Of course, I was probably only one of several women he had had. My virgin sex was probably only one of I don’t know how many fields he had ploughed with that huge bear cock of his.
But still…
I had only just dropped off to sleep and was dreaming that I was trudging through a burning hot desert when I heard the tell tale sounds of climbing and then foot steps. My anticipation had turned me into a light sleeper for the night and my eyes shot open.
Conquer Me
There he was, in all his glory. He had nothing but a loin cloth on, and so he was revealed to me in his massive, powerful splendor: his huge, rippling chest, covering with dusty hair, his stomach, mottled by muscles and scars, and his powerful legs, standing wide, almost as broad as his wide, sturdy shoulders.
And on his face was an expression of cool, confident lust—an expression that told me that he knew exactly how I had been suffering, how I had been waiting for him, lusting for him… Kept in a state of perpetual wetness, perpetual desire… And now he was finally here.
“Gods, but it took you long enough!” I declared as he