2 comments/ 10879 views/ 6 favorites Unfettered Ch. 01 By: DeviantDreamer The Lady Aurelia shuddered as she felt the warm tongue of the handsome slave enter her mouth. Even in the adulterous conditions they had met in, for a servant to kiss a woman of her position was punishable by death. But he had not even hesitated, pressing against her full lips and smearing her carefully applied makeup as he sent her falling onto the soft down mattress of her secret bedchambers. The message was clear: She was to kill this slave after this one night of sex, and was free to do what she wished with him without fear of word getting to her husband. She was both greatly shocked and incredibly aroused by this gesture. This gift was even more precious when she considered the quality of the servant: He was young, perhaps only twenty years or so, and though his body was lithe and muscular, it lacked the dirt or roughness of skin found in a slave meant for work. He was clean and smooth, likely having been carefully bathed and groomed before being sent to her. He was clothed in soft black silk which fit close to his form and left his sculpted arms and shoulders bare. Were it not for the iron collar around his neck, it might not have been evident that he were a slave at all. To go to such expense to send a lover of one night was not uncommon, however. What had impressed her the most were his hair, eyes and skin: Fair skin, as if wholly untouched by sunlight, with a light bluish hue that was only evident when the light hit it in just the right way, giving his entire body a mysterious and otherworldy feel. This blue pigmentation of his skin extended to the whites of his eyes, almost giving them a kind of glow which was most evident in the swirling, deep purple coloration of his irises. His hair was long, reaching to the middle of his back, and tied into a tight braid. It was a very dark grey, and shined like the steel of a fine blade, but was soft to the touch as her hands gripped the back of his head while his tongue patiently and sensually explored her mouth. She had heard of men with such an appearance before, but never seen them. They came from far across the eastern sea, past the dessert. To even find one of these people was said to be a rarity, but to capture one and bring him back alive as a slave was almost unheard of. A servant of this sort was worth ten times his weight in gold. The Lady swooned as she considered the extravagance of this gift, wondering how she could possibly show her gratitude to the lover who had sent him. But for now, she closed her eyes as she felt herself sink into her bed as his hands ran through her blonde locks while he serviced her. His tongue slipped out from between Aurelia's red lips and he planted a soft peck upon them as his hands traced down her body. He gently kissed her cheek three times as he moved down to her neck and jawline. When she felt the lingering taste of him in her mouth, she noticed it resembled a sweet wine. She sighed as his hands expertly opened her expensive red corset, freeing her heaving breasts whilst his teeth nipped at her neck, creating a sensation of slight pain that subsided when the tip of his tongue flicked along the very same spots, almost as if he were painting a pattern upon her flesh. "Remember your place...!" She whispered with a gasp as he tore open the thin cotton undergarments that held her bosom. The slave didn't answer, but only gave her a quiet, coy smile as his tongue trailed down between her cleavage. But Aurelia could not pretend at indignation for long, her second word of protest turning to a quiet moan of pleasure as the servant brought his strong, yet soft hands to her bare breasts. His touch was a well-trained blend of rough passion and gentle care when he massaged them. His fingers sank into her left breast and moved it slowly while the center of his palm squeezed at her nipple, his arm slowly moving in a circular motion. His other hand held her right breast gently as his tongue moved up to the nape of her neck and then along her chest. Aurelia's exposed pink nipple hardened as she felt his warm breath over it, his tongue extending to touch her areola with just the tip. She bit her lip to stifle a cry of pleasure as his tongue moved a circle around her nipple whilst his hands caressed that sensitive flesh. "Ooh..." she finally freed this sound from her lips as his tongue flicked at her hardened nipple. His tongue flattened over it as his left hand exerted more pressure and quickened the pace of its movement, gripping tightly before releasing. His lips pressed against her areola and closed on her nipple as his left hand trailed down her body. He began to gently suck upon her nipple as his tongue flicked and swirled around the end while the tips of his fingers brushed across her navel, sending shivers up her spine. Aurelia's breathing became ragged, her excitement showing on her flushed cheeks as his fingers moved further southwards. As he approached that sensitive, hot spot which had been moistening so much in the past few moments, she let out a moan of anticipation, and another one of shock and disappointment as his hand moved to the side and instead gripped her milky white thigh. She cooed as his palm and fingers began to massage those tense muscles in her legs while his lips and tongue serviced her breasts, pulling the one nipple upwards and letting it escape from his lips before putting his mouth over the left one which his hand had abandoned. Her legs parted further, almost involuntarily from the slave's therapeutic touch. She felt herself go limp, her whole body relaxing as his tongue trailed once again between her breasts, placing kisses along her stomach as he kneeled on the lavishly carpeted floor at the foot of the bed. "Oh, yes...!" Aurelia cried, the volume and tone of her voice now without any of the false modesty she had tried so hard to keep before as he tore the portion of her undergarments covering her nether regions, shaking with anticipation for what came next. This kind of servicing was the kind a lady of noble birth should never expect from her husband, or even from a lover of equal or moderate stature. It had been a long time since she had felt a tongue down there, much less one as skilled as she had felt thus far. Her body quivered as she felt his breath on that warm, wet flesh between her thighs, the slave's hands still massaging her legs to coax them apart. His head lowered between her legs as his tongue parted her opening dipped into that wet slit, teasing her entrance with the tip before his tongue moved all the way up, the tip poking under the hood of her swollen clitoris before flickering out and swirling around it. The slave made a soft, audible hum as his tongue worked on and around that sensitive spot, sending vibrations through all of her lower body. Aurelia's eyes widened and she gasped at the sensation. Her hands involuntarily moved to the back of the slave's head and gripped his hair, pulling his face deeper into her. The Lady was surprised at herself for having made such a lewd gesture, even in such total privacy. But the slave of course did not object, pressing his face in deep and taking her now swollen clit into his mouth. He sucked on it with the same expertise he had with her upper body: gently at first, then slowly exerting more pressure, working her into the powerful sensation of his mouth and tongue. His audible hums persisted as Aurelia wrapped her legs around his head. It was all she had heard of the slave's voice up to this point; it was a gentle, soothing sound. She would like to hear him speak before he died. Of course, in the throes of ecstasy she felt from his lips upon her and tongue inside of her, she was beginning to have second thoughts about executing the slave. Someone must have spent a great deal of time training this one to perform like this, and to put an end to all that would certainly be a waste. On the other hand, even between the flashes of pleasure and confusion from his tongue moving back and forth on her clit between his lips as she felt herself rising to climax, she knew these were only idle considerations; to let a slave live after having behaved like this was absolutely out of the question. Her moans and rapid breaths loudened and quickened as she resolved to only take these moments for what they were as his persistent tongue-lashing began to push her over the edge. "Uhhhh....!!!" Aurelia cried out as her whole body shuddered. The muscles which had relaxed in her thighs tensed up as her orgasm burst forth. Her hips bucked against the servants face as she felt herself gush and spasm. The slave did not even flinch, his sucking slowly becoming more gentle as he held her thighs, massaging those tense muscles and slowly coaxing them into loosening the grip on her head. Aurelia felt the room spin around her as she threw her head backwards an immersed herself in the blissful feeling. Moments later, when the Lady had regained enough composure to notice her surroundings, she realized her lower body had sunk deeper into the soft mattress of her bed, and her legs were lifted high. The slave had his hands clasped on the backs of her knees, and held them firm as his tongue trailed up and down her slit. Those mysterious purple eyes of his flicked up as he noticed that awareness had returned to his mistress. His lips twitched a bit, almost looking like that emotionless expression he had held for the entirety of their time thus far was about to curl into a smile. His head lowered as he dragged his tongue from down the entire length of her slit, and then continued. Aurelia let out a surprised, drained gasp as he felt his tongue flick across the thin, sensitive flesh of her perineum. "Don't...!" She protested weakly, trying her best to sound commanding as she anticipated his desire to continue moving down. "Don't you dare..." But the slave did not heed his mistresses command as his tongue flicked back and forth along her perineum, then suddenly jolted downwards. His hands pushed her legs a bit further back as the slipped down from her knees to her inner thigh as the tip of his tongue brushed across her twitching, puckered anus. "Mmmff...!" Aurelia groaned as the slave's tongue swirled around that sensitive little hole and darted inside. Nobody, not even a slave had ever been permitted to do something so vulgar to her, even in secrecy. But as this new and forbidden pleasure spread through her body, she found herself both powerless and unwilling to resist. But now she knew that this slave's boldness could not go unpunished. Nonetheless, she again let herself go in the moment as the slave buried his tongue inside of her. She felt her sensitive sphincter spasm and tighten around his skilled tongue as it slide deeper, until his lips were flush with the hole. His tongue drew back slightly and he began to suck upon the hole. "Aaah!" Aurelia screamed at this strange and wonderful sensation as he commenced humming again, the vibrations spreading up her spine and through her vulva as his tongue writhed and twisted inside the hole whilst he sucked upon it. The Lady felt some saliva trailing from the corner of her mouth as she panted, her hips grinding weakly against the servant's face as she accepted all of his long tongue inside. "P... Penetrate me..." She mustered all of what strength she had left in an attempt to sound commanding as she felt herself aching for what would come next "Give it... Uhh!! Give it to me now!" she yelped out between her moans. The servant obediently ceased the workings of his tongue and slowly slid it out. His hands released her thighs as he got to his feet. The Lady could see his bulge straining in his silken trousers as she looked upon this exotic gift to her through her parted thighs. He pulled on the leather drawstring which held the trousers to his hips, and they dropped to the floor. Aurelia licked her lips as she gazed upon the slave's rigid member. It too shared the same qualities of the rest of him; pale and strong, like marble, with a bluish hue reflecting off of it in the candlelight. In her haze and eagerness, she could not determine the size, but it was certainly larger than her husband's or that of any local servant boy. But the size alone was not what caught her eye, but rather the great strength it showed. It stood taut, fully engorged, and veins bulging from all ends of the shaft, pulsing as blue light reflected off of the swollen head. If she had been any more disoriented, the Lady felt she might have forgotten her place and been tempted to take it between her lips. But she had little time for such considerations as the slave grasped her by the hips and pulled her forcefully down the bed as he pushed his throbbing cock against her moist entrance. She felt the heat emanating from the hard organ pressed against her sensitive vulva and felt herself shaking her hips in a futile attempt to push him inside of her. But her hips were held in place by the strong hands of the servant, and he was free to take his time as his head slowly sank inside of her. "You... You lowly son of a...!" She cursed at him, venom mixed with the pleasure pouring from her voice. "I told you... Hah... I told you to put it inside!" After the entirety of his strong, swollen head had entered her, the servant finally acquiesced to the Lady's demands. The hard muscles of his exposed legs and buttocks tensed as he thrust powerfully into her, burying himself inside of her to the hilt. "Aaaah!!" Aurelia screamed as she felt the slave's entire great length plunge into her. An intense heat spread through her entire body as she felt his pulse inside of her. She felt a twitching as the slave held himself buried inside, his cock stirring inside of her and stimulating the deepest regions of her insides. The servant leaned forward and Aurelia legs around him as he began to move, drawing back and powerfully snapping his hips to thrust back inside. Her hands grasped his tight, muscular arms and her nails duck into his biceps as she cried out in pleasure from his strong, rapid thrusts. "Do it...! Do it harder!" She cried out lewdly between moans and screams as he quickened his pace and buried his face in her breasts, his tongue flicking alternately at each nipple while grinding and thrusting inside. Aurelia had been holding off her second climax ever since she had recovered from her first, but now she felt she could no longer hold it back, and this would be far more intense and explosive than the last. The bed shook under the force of the slave's powerful thrusting, which drove Aureilia deep into the soft, cushioned mattress as he slammed in again and again. Her moans loudened between rapid breathing as she finally released all of her built up tension. Pleasure flooded her entire body as she shook and let out a high-pitched scream which might have even been heard in these sealed basement bedchambers. All of her muscles tightened as her vision faded. Just as one wave of pleasure finished surging through her, another jolted forth, sending a shock through her body and making her quiver and moan uncontrollably. The servant's fair face and piercing eyes were the last thing she could see before all went black... Aurelia awoke to a warm, satisfied sensation through her entire body as well as sweet smell upon her pillow. It was the floral scent which accompanied the servant she had enjoyed the night before. The night? Yes, she realized, she had been so overtaken from the night before that she had drifted off to blissful sleep. She did not know how long she had slept, but she knew that the events of the night before would be worth her husband's wrath for her absence. Even the lash upon her back would barely be apparent with the glow she now felt, half-awake in her luxurious bed. But as she stretched in her great down mattress, she noticed something amiss--her partner in last night's actions. Of course, it would be unheard of for a slave to sleep in the bed of a noblewoman, even mid-coitus. But as she rose and rubbed her eyes, she noticed that he was nowhere to be found. The lady felt some panic, but mostly indignant rage as she realized that the slave had fled. "That accursed...!" Aurelia said under her breath as she rose, noticing she was still dressed in the same torn undergarments from the night before. Whether the slave had been purposefully sent to bed her and flee as a potential embarrassment, or if the slave had simply fled to avoid the inevitable consequences of his actions, this was unacceptable. Aurelia sat up in her bed as she reached for her bedside fan and waved it next to her face as she attempted to calm herself. "No matter, no matter..." she whispered to herself as she pondered how to deal with this situation. She could easily send one of her more trustworthy agents to dispatch the servant, and if she wished to do so with more discretion she could send an anonymous letter to one of her lovers. For now, she knew that she needed some new clothing. She took a deep breath an relaxed as she awaited the morning arrival of her morning maidservant. The minutes passed as Aurelia removed the tattered cotton undergarments which remained evidence of the previous night's tryst. The door finally opened as her maidservant appeared in the door. "Finally..." Aurelia said with exasperation as she looked to the doorway. However, the maidservant lacked the stoic, obedient expression which Aurelia demanded of all her attendants in her presence. The woman's cheeks were flushed and her breathing was rapid. She leaned on the doorway as if she were exhausted. It was evident that she had run to the room. "My lady...!" the maidservant gasped, "Here you are...!" "I require new clothing." Aurelia replied sternly, "And you should know better than to approach me in such a state. I will not have my attendants behaving like rowdy messengers." "But milady...!" The women began to protest. "Do not speak out of turn." Aurelia interrupted, "I also require some wine and a bath drawn. Make haste." "But milady!" The maidservant continued insistently. "If you must continue, then do so. However, every word will result in ten lashes." Aurelia gazed coldly upon the servant, as if challenging her to defy her lady's will. The maid shyly looked to her feet as she counted her words in her head and caught her breath. Finally, she spoke. "Milady..." the maidservant stammered, "The Lord Aurelius, your husband... Has been murdered!" Aurelia felt her breath shorten. Her husband, Aurelius, was a very paranoid man. His guard was tight, and nobody entered their manor without his permission. Only the most trustworthy would even be permitted access through the front gates. Nobody, of course, except for the Lady Aurelia's lovers, whom she took great care in making secret from him. Her husband's death, the servant's disappearance... There could not be a shred of doubt that these were connected. The Lady now felt herself panic. She released her fan, and it dropped to the floor as she felt herself faint... Caelum clutched his heavy linen cloak tightly around his body as he walked the busy city streets, the black hood masking his easily identifiable features, and the morning crowd of the marketplace allowing him to blend in and vanish. The sand which blew through the city gates scattered at his feet as his purple eyes flashed along the men of the bazaar. In a few hours, guards would swarm this area as they searched for the assassin of Lord Aurelius the Third. The markets would be shut down, inquiries would be made. Some men would be tortured, many would be killed, and Caelum would be long gone. He knew he had nothing to fear from the Lady Aurelia; she would either remain silent to absolve herself of any suspicions that she was involved in her husband's death, or she would attempt to explain her part in it and suffer execution. Granted, if she spoke she could give some descriptions before she died which would be problematic for him in the future. But after having bedded her, and having felt her heart, he was confident she was a woman who loved herself above all else. Her egoism denied any likelihood that she would put herself in such obvious danger. Unfettered Ch. 01 As he stepped up to the southern gate, Caelum looked up at the positioning of the sun. It was a few hours before noon, and word had not yet reached the city. He walked through the gate with the crowd of exiting merchants. It wouldn't be far from there that his caravan would be waiting for him, and with it his true Mistress. "Oh, yes... Like that!" Livia tossed her head back, her long black hair falling from her shoulders behind her as she bucked her hips against Caelum beneath her. She was straddling him, her round breasts bouncing as she rhythmically moved back and forth as she plunged his rigid shaft into her again and again. She drew her slender pink tongue across her rose painted lips, her green, almond-shaped eyes shining as she looked down to her servant who lay prone between her legs on the lush caravan cushions. His strong abdominal muscles tensed, those shapely sinews pushing his body up as he drove himself back into her, countering her thrusts against him. There was a satisfied smile on Caelum's face, so very different from the cold, determined expression he held when servicing a target. The way he looked at his Mistress with his deep amethyst eyes showed a different kind of passion: Mutual bliss, rather than determination towards an art. Caelum's hands, which had been grasping Livia's hips, slowly slid up her slender frame as a sigh of contentment escaped his lips. His Mistress leaned forward again, her hands pressing against his chiseled, bare chest as she drove his entire length into her. She bit her lip as she made a long moan, feeling the tip of his cock pressing into her womb while the strong shaft flexed and strained against her inner walls. His hands slid up her fair flesh to her breasts, taking one in each hand when she lowered her body closer to his. Each breast was a perfect handful when he massaged them, rolling them in his palms in rhythm with the movement of his hips. "Oooh... Just a... Just a little bit quicker..." Livia instructed her servant through her moans of pleasure. Her dark polished fingernails dug into his solid pecs when she shivered with delight as he obliged. She bucked her hips harder against him as the quickened pace of his rigid rod shifting and grinding inside of her intensified her arousal. "Mmm... That's right... Just a little bit more! I'm almost... Almost...!" Caelum knew what to do as he gazed into her eyes. His legs curled up, propping his body up as his heels touched the wooden floor of the cart. He pushed his pelvis up, lifting his Mistress' lower body higher and giving himself more room to maneuver. He quickened his massage of Livia's breasts as his hips arced upwards, plunging himself repeatedly into her. Her body shook as their flesh smacked together, the rhythm of Caelum's movements quickly overtaking Livia's rapid breathing, to the point that she could no longer feel when he was pushing in or drawing back. Livia's moans became more base and guttural as she felt her orgasm approach. "Mmmff... I'm... I'm... Aaah!!" Livia screamed in delight as she released her fingers from the pierced flesh her servant's chest. She flung herself backwards again, making Caelum's strong shaft flex hard against the most sensitive of her insides. Caelum's agile fingers released his Mistress' breasts and dextrously gripped her hardened nipples between his thumb and the second joint of his forefinger as both mounds slipped free. The shocking mix of pain and pleasure she so enjoyed pushed Livia over the edge, and she shrieked, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as a powerful orgasm rocked her entire body. Caelum let out a restrained moan, his soft resonant voice echoing against the finely crafted wooden walls of their cart when he felt the spasming embrace of his Mistress' hot inner walls. He expertly clenched his well trained perineal muscles to block his own ejaculation as he felt that sensual oscillation of Livia's body coaxing it from him. "Hah... Hah..." Livia's breathing slowed as did the rapid motion of her body as she rode the wave of her climax, the warm pulse of Caelum deep within her sending her up again and extending the pleasure. Drops of hot sweat trickled down her face and fell in droplets upon her lover's chest as she slouched forward, her eyes fluttering as she let herself fall onto him. Caelum put one of his strong arms around her, his hand sliding up the small of her back while she lay on his firm chest, half of his hard cock still throbbing inside of her. She rested there atop him as she caught his breath, and moments later lifted herself up, and looked her servant in the eye. She smiled and leaned forward and let her lips lock with his. Both of them closed their eyes as the left themselves to their passion, tongues meeting at the apex of their lips and swirling around one another in an agile, sensual dance. The kiss went on for a great deal of time, their cooling sweat glistening off of their bodies as they flickered against the dim light of the half-melted candles mounted around the room. When the kiss finally ended, it was at Livia's will. Her slender tongue retreated back into her mouth, and Caelum obediently retracted his. Thin strands of saliva connected their lips as they parted, vanishing in the dart as Livia lifted herself upright one more. She exhaled slowly as she steadied her arousal, still feeling Caelum fully erect inside her. She looked down upon him and her smile widened. "Very... Very good. To perform as such after working so hard the past three days and nights...! Your stamina should be the stuff of legends." "Stamina is the stuff of work, my lady." Caelum whispered back to her. "I need none of that for my time with you." Livia's already flushed cheeks reddened slightly, the only sign she gave of his flattery affecting her as she nodded to him. "Perhaps..." She replied as she lifted her hips from his body, drawing Caelum's rigid cock from her wet depths. "But even so..." as his throbbing head exited her, slick from the juices that had poured from her in coitus and orgasm, Livia moved her legs and his forward as she lowered herself onto him again, but this time pressing against her puckered pink asshole. She gave her servant a sultry wink, her long lashes fluttering as she felt herself gushing from anticipation of what was to come, "I think you've earned a release." Caelum's moan this time was fully audible as he felt his Mistress accept his wet, pulsing cock into that tight, forbidden entrance. Livia's breathing became slow and controlled when she relaxed her muscles, the thick head of Caelum's manhood stretching it open as it passed both rings to push inside. "Ooooh..." Livia moaned lewdly as she felt her sphincters clench around his shaft. She was so tightly wrapped around him that she could feel the pulse from every vein surging through it. She loved the heat she could feel emanating from him, spreading across her tightly stretched hole throughout her entire lower body. Caelum gasped "Mistress... You feel so good..." He said as he relaxed his body, enraptured with the sensation he felt. Livia didn't reply, but only continued to lower herself over him. At her expertly controlled pace, Livia's strained hole slowly slid further down his throbbing cock until it was halfway to the base. Even at this point, she felt so full. She loved the decadence and intensity of being entered this way, something few woman of high birth ever learned to enjoy. As she felt that wide, throbbing head creeping up inside of her, she let out a blissful sigh. She could feel hot, slick juices oozing from Caelum's engorged cock, lubricating her insides and intensifying that delicious warmth she felt inside. The tinge of pain she felt all around was rapidly being overtaken by pleasure, and soon she was able to lower herself all the way onto him. "Mmm..." Livia bit her lip as she began to rock her hips back and forth to drag her clenched sphincter up and down the lower end of his shaft. Caelum's breathing became rapid and uncontrolled, and his eyes fluttered, the bluish glow which emanated from them flickering as they opened and shut. Livia's lowered a hand down between her legs as she pushed her buttocks back against Caelum. Her fingers slid up and down her exposed wet slit and parted their glistening pink lips. Her middle finger pressed against her swollen clit and stroked it every time she moved forward to draw her tight hole up that hot shaft. Juices dripped onto Caelum's body as Livia pleasured herself. His hands grasped her legs as he finally became situated to the intense pleasure that he felt, and he noticed his own hips beginning to grind back against her, plunging his stiff cock deeper into her every time his Mistress rocked back against him. As Caelum's hips slowly began to provide the majority of the upward motion driving into her, Livia started to move her hips in circles while she rubbed herself, now with all four fingers. She cooed in contentment from the feeling of being stirred up inside, the tense muscles of her ass being pressed into in all directions from the circles being traced around the hard cock it girded. The waves of pleasure this sent through Caelum urged him to go faster, shoving into her slick asshole at an intense and jarring pace. The circles Livia traced with the movements of her hips tightened as she desired more of that wonderful sensation of being stretched, rubbed and penetrated all at once. As he relentlessly worked within Livia's warm, tight innards, Caelum felt a heat rising in his loins again, the tension building up now so great that he was relieved to have his Mistress' permission; for all his training, he was unsure that he could have otherwise restrained himself. "Mistress..." Caelum said as his hands gripped her smooth legs tighter, "I'm about to...!" "That's it." Livia breathily replied as she rubbed herself faster. "Let it all out!" she suddenly ceased her gyrations and slammed herself hard onto him, her whole weight burying his hard cock into her to the hilt. Caelum cried out, his eyes shutting as he felt himself erupt. Pulses of heat ran through the length of his shaft, and Livia felt every one pass through both tensed sphincters before bursting forth deep inside of her, flooding her with powerful cascades of fiery hot semen. The moment after one shot deep into her bowels, it was followed by a second, pulsing up the shaft and shooting another burst inside. "Aaah! Yes!" Livia cried. She removed her hand from betwixt her legs and reached to her chest to pinch both of her nipples as the feeling of Caelum's hot seed sent her into the throes of an ever more intense orgasm. "M... Mistress!" Caelum shouted as the spasming around him as they came together milked his cock, making him continue to spurt in powerful, torrid loads. Livia lost control of her body from the intensity of her climax and fell back onto the blankets and pillows which covered the floor. Caelum's spurting cock slipped from her hole as she lay entirely back, and it let out one final spurt which rose high into the air and scattered upon his navel before his erection began to subside. The both of them closed their eyes as they let the warm glow of orgasm set into them as they felt the turning of the cart's wheels beneath them. Caelum kneeled beside his Mistress, his hands dipping into the bronze basin filled with perfumed saltwater in which Livia's feet and calves were submerged. He was fully clothed again in his black silks, the his sleeveless shirt unbound and open. Livia sat upon a large cushion, an opened red robe draped over her shoulders as she closed her eyes in relaxation whilst her servant washed her feet. "Mmm... A bit lower." She instructed him as his hands clasped her foot and ankle, rubbing the salts into them when he massaged the tense muscles. "Yes Mistress." Caelum replied as he obediently rubbed lower along her heel. His hands expertly scraped any dead skin from the heels while rubbing the knots from the muscles in her lower legs. "So..." Livia began as she reached for the gold-and-oak chest which lay next to her, procuring a long ebony pipe from within it. "You are absolutely certain that the Lord Aurelius is dead? He had quite the reputation for escaping death, you know. Rumors abound of the poisons he has built up his tolerance for." "There is no such thing as tolerance to a dagger across the throat and through the spine." Caelum answered respectfully as his fingers worked between her toes. "Of course." Livia nodded appreciatively at her servant's answer while she took a small felt pouch from a pocket in her robe. "And you are certain it was no body double?" "The Lady Aurelia used the basement chamber for our time together." Caelum said as he gripped her foot with his left hand drew his palm up her calf with his right, rubbing out those strained muscles. "She would not need to hide herself from a body double. If he reported adultery, he would be more likely to face executing for bearing false witness." Livia lifted one foot from the basin and let the water drip from it while. She sighed from the cool air making contact with her foot as she opened the pouch. She took several dried pink flower petals from it and stuffed them into the head of the pipe. "Very astute." She said, as she drew a thin wooden wand from inside the pipe and placed it into the fire of one of the nearby candles. "Then we can be fairly certain that the uproar in the bazaar was not merely a show Aurelius sought to put on for us." she took the end of the pipe between her painted red lips as she dipped the wand into the bowl and took a puff from it. As it exited her mouth, the smoke was a sparkling pink color, with a sweet and comforting smell. Her eyes rolled back and she swooned as she felt the sweet flavor of the drug spread from her tongue through her whole body. She savored the tingling, relaxed feeling it gave to her body and mind while Caelum rubbed the arches of her feet. "Mmm... Excellent." she mumbled, the sedative effects of the elysian petals making her speech withdrawn. "While the Lord Aurelius was by no means one of the culprits for the crimes against my house, his death will..." Her eyes fluttered and shut for a moment, almost as if she were about to drift into sleep, but then opened them and continued. "His death will certainly bring us unprecedented wealth and alliances for my plans." she took another puff from the pipe, and the clouds of pink smoke obscured her face. "The notorious paranoia of Aurelius was not unreasonable." Caelum commented while he took Livia's raised foot in his hands and slowly lowered it back into the basin. "Even a great deal of his friends must have put silver towards his death." "I know not all of them." Livia yawned, the smoke she held in her mouth escaping as she did so. "But the intermediary provided us with a sum that no single lord, or even a small group of them could provide." "It is odd," Caelum mused as his fingers ran up and down the tendons of her legs, "That his wife could keep such secrets from him." Livia lowered her pipe as she drew in the smoke around her head. "The wife of a paranoid Lord always has well kept secrets." she said dreamily, "If Lady Aurelia had not learned to deceive her husband as aptly as he watched her, she would have long since been killed." "Your wisdom is ever my strength, Mistress." Caelum whispered respectfully as he noticed her drifting off to rest. "It has been two years now, has it not?" Livia nodded as her eyes closed "Yes... A bit more than that. Our revenge will elude us still." "Every day I dream of its completion." Caelum said quietly. "Be patient..." Livia murmured, "Our dreams will all be realized... In time." As his mistress fell into a deep sleep, Caelum continued to wash her feet. Unfettered Ch. 02 Sweat dripped from Germanica's naked body, droplets running over the ornate vine tattoos which wrapped around her right arm and breast. Her powerful thighs tightened as she moved her body atop the exhausted slave beneath her. He was a large, well-muscled man, selected for obedience and stamina, both of which he was coming up short in at this particular moment. He had been ordered not to stop until she was satisfied, which she was decidedly not, furiously rocking her hips against his engorged cock, which was tied at the base with hemp rope to prevent it from going as limp as the rest of his body. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head, and his breaths were short. His tanned, well-build chest was covered in long red streaks and cuts where Germanica had put the lash to him in an effort to motivate him to continue, but now she was growing frustrated. She pushed herself down harder onto his shaft, her engorged clitoris rubbing against the rope at the base, giving no thought to the weak moans of pain the collared servant gave out every time she put her weight against him. "Pathetic... Just awful." she disdainfully shouted in at the slave as she whipped back her head, making her long blonde locks fall behind her shoulders. "I'd be better off seeking a well-endowed puppet." Obviously, her taunts fell to deaf ears, the slave making only the same weak moans as she continued to bear down upon him. Only when she heard the echo of the large iron door to her chambers being unlocked did she slow down at all. Livia walked barefoot along to cold marble floor through the gates. She was dressed in a silk blue veil which obscured her face, and nothing else. Caelum was but a step behind her, equally bare except for his iron collar, the entirety of his naked form exposed. Neither of them showed any shame or apprehension for being exposed as they made their way to the woman before them. Germanica stood, slipping herself off of the slave's shaft. It quivered, veins protruding from the excess of trapped blood. She reached for the cord which pound it and hooked her fingers underneath it, ripping the binding around the man's genitals free. He let out a weak moan of agony and release as his seed shot into the air below her, scattering onto the man's tanned body and along the floor beneath him. "So you were today?" Germanica said apathetically to the two entering her chambers and turned away from her servant to face them. "We had sent the messengers over a week ago." Livia's gentle, confidant voice echoed through the room from behind her veil. Germanica made the two steps it took to get to the table at the center of the room. She leaned forward to pick up a great ebony wine bowl from it, and raised it to her lips. She shut her eyes and took a long drink from it, letting out a satisfied murmur as she enjoyed the flavor, without any care about the drops which spilled, pouring across her face and staining her breasts. She let the empty bowl drop to the floor and wiped the wine from her lips. "Yes, I received it. I've just long since stopped being aware of the passing of days here." She clapped her hands and a pair of collared servants rushed through the great iron doors from behind Caelum and Livia, one stooping to pick up the bowl and clean the semen from the floor, while the other tended to wiping the red wine which had spilled over Germanica's body. "You'll have to forgive me. I was so bored, I'd assumed it had just been an hour, because it felt like a month." "Time is a valuable asset, my lady." Livia said respectfully. "Even the wealthy and powerful should be wary when they lose track of it." "Mmm, I've already had far more than my fill of it." Germanica said with a bored slur. The two servants had now taken Germanica's unconscious victim by the legs and began to drag him from the room. "It's always the same. Blood, death, wine, women, men... food..." she sighed, "all we have is more of the same. After enough of it, it all just tastes like bitter grain and stagnant water." her head turned to directly look to Livia. "But you'd know, wouldn't you? How dreary the world is, once you've even seen half of it? Lady of the House of Livy..." Livia raised her arms to part her veil, revealing her fair face. "I know that with much resource and no purpose, we still end up with nothing." her green eyes darted to the floor. "Except perhaps the wrath of the envious. But you're beyond even that now aren't you, Barbarian Princess?" Germanica let out a high cackle as she came nearer to her guests, a drunken swagger in her steps. "Barbarian Princess? Is that what they call me now? The little specks, they come up with such creative names, don't they? They play with words that have no meaning, and no application..." she came very close to Livia, glancing at Caelum for only a moment before bringing herself closer to his Mistress until she had a hand on her cheek. Livia didn't even move, unfazed by this woman's sudden encroachment upon her space. Germanica spoke, the sweet scent of wine and elysium flower on her breath "Do you know what they call you?" "I should hope..." she replied, gazing directly into Germanica's dark blue eyes, "that they call me a dead woman." "The regicide's widow!" Germanica dropped her hand from Livia's face and lightly stepped back. "Posthumously, of course... Except to those who know who see the truth. What an interesting name... So full of meaning! Tragic loss, for both the self and the state! And the hidden truth behind it." she rolled her eyes a bit as her body slowly slinked to Livia's left, towards Caelum. "Your life isn't boring, my lady... It never was. Dear Livy would never have allowed that, living or dead." She stepped towards Caelum and touched a finger to his chest, trailing it along the well-defined crease of his pectorals, "And you've brought a little piece of that zest from your life to mine." she spoke to Livia, though her gaze was fixed on Caelum. "You've finally brought me that resource I've so coveted, haven't you?" her fingers crawled along the taut muscles on his stomach, creeping down to his navel. "In exchange for something greater." "Only for a few days." Livia reminded her, "A small loan, for a token service from your organization." Germanica ran her tongue across her lips as she appraised Caelum, lightly brushing her fingertip down his flaccid shaft. "An azureal... When they falsely claimed that all of Livy's Harem was dead... I almost remembered how to cry." she ran her gaze from his thighs up to his face. "I would have paid anything to have the late imperial consort alive." "And so you shall." Livia answered, "For a pittance. As per our agreement, intercept any messengers from the eastern road. Don't let any news of Lord Aurelius' death, or of our presence into the Province." "And you can have a perhaps a few moments to alleviate your boredom." "Are you sure you won't sell him?" Germanica came closer to Caelum and ran her fingers through his steely grey hair. He stood motionless, declining to respond to her touch, either in acceptance or denial. "I would so like to have one on a permanent basis. I could make you very rich... Enough to easily ruin your enemies." Livia shook her head slowly, her black hair falling across her shoulders with the movement. "You know that my enemies are beyond even your means... And I yet have use for Caelum." she smiled affectionately and looked to her servant. "The next few days is all I can spare." "A pity..." Germanica lazily frowned and stepped away from Caelum. "Though he might not even make it so long. So rare and expensive, I'm sure that at least a handful of their rumored traits are nothing but fictions." "He will last you for your purposes." Livia said assuredly, "I won't hold you responsible if he fails to. But I expect you to keep your end of the bargain." "It is nothing to me." Germanica replied, "My scouts monitor all messages passing the road. It won't even cost us." "Then we're both in luck, aren't we?" Livia turned a bit, and stood on her toes to place a light kiss upon Caelum's cheek, her red lips moving to his ear and whispering "Do whatever she wills." "Yes, my lady." Caelum finally spoke, his clear, resonant voice filling the room. "Mmm...!" Germanica excitedly cooed, "So that's what they sound like." "I've business in the city." Livia said while she turned to the great iron doors. "I'll likely be in the hot springs, if you need to contact me with news." she walked towards the room's exit without any kind of farewell, disappearing through the iron doors. "Shut it!" Germanica yelled. The doors creaked, and slammed shut. She resumed her advances on Caelum. "You know..." she said mischievously, "Since the house of Livy has been dissolved, she really holds no sway over you. You could bargain your own time with me, if that's what you desire." "I desire what my mistress does." Caelum replied. Germanica stepped even closer, her great, firm breasts pressing against him as she put an arm around him and raked her nails along his flesh. she put her lips to his neck and grazed it with her teeth. "Well then," her breath tickled his neck as her other hand slid between his legs, her fingers dancing along the warm, swelling organ "We'd best make use of the time we have." as it hardened sufficiently, she clasped her hand around it. "Fast, aren't we? Caelum slowly exhaled, allowing himself to relax enough that his blood could flow freely. "It is to your will, my lady." Germanica squeezed the rigid shaft in her hand, the bluish sheen now fully apparent at its complete growth, rubbing it with slight movements of the wrist. "Adequate heat and flow... Firm enough to withstand labor..." she squeezed harder, "And yet flexible enough to survive it." Germanica slid to her knees, eye-level with the engorged head of his cock. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it, her tongue dexterously circling it. Caelum made no sound, but his stiffness twitched against her lips. She pushed her head down the shaft and reached around to grasp his buttocks and thighs, bracing herself as she filled her mouth with him. When the head was just hitting the back of her throat, she moved her neck back, dragging her lips up the length of it, her lips smacking as she let it free. "Mmm... The flavor, it's so unique." She licked her lips, and then lowered her head and put her lips to his scrotum and brought her tongue up along its underside, then brought herself closer as she licked across the head. She brought her hands back to either side of her heavy breasts and pushed her bosom close to Caelum, wrapping them around his cock and rocking her body up and down. Small amounts of fluid trickled from his tip as Germanica's tongue traced around it while she rubbed him with her breasts rhythmically. "How does that feel?" Germanica said breathily between licks, "You can hide it all you like, but I know you're enjoying this..." "You are..." Caelum gasped at the feeling of her breasts and tongue working in unision. "You are quite skilled, my lady. Germanica pushed her breasts harder together, the firm flesh squeezing him from all sides while moving. "You can enjoy it with me. It's not like you're planning to kill me like those moronic cuckold noblemen." Germanica's breasts glided across Caelum's rigid flesh, now wet with the slick fluid which came from him with virtually every movement of her mouth and body. "You should never turn down an opportunity to pleasure. Sooner or later, you just stop feeling it." Caelum found himself grinding his hips against Germanica's body, her words barely apparent to him as he felt himself drawn into this woman's sexual intensity. The heat exchanged between her breasts and his cock was making him sweat. His muscles tensed as he pushed himself forward and she brought her lips around his head, and let it slip out with her tongue when he drew back. For the first time in quite a while, Caelum was feeling overwhelmed, and needed his full concentration to keep himself from losing control. "Let some out..." Germanica urged him as she shimmied with her body while rolling her hands along her breast, pushing them harder along his throbbing cock. "Not too much... Just a taste." Caelum's violet eyes rolled into the back of his head as he released the violent tension in his lower body, and a burst of hot semen shot forth, some hitting Germanica's lips and mouth, and some falling to scatter on her breasts. Caelum let out a sharp groan as another wave rushed forth and struck her cheek. At this point Caelum tensed his body, knowing he needed to cease in spite of the continuing stimulation from Germanica's body. He felt a powerful ache as his muscles held off the third gushing wave, and inhaled powerfully. Germanica wickedly grinned as she watched Caelum suffer in his attempt to comply with her demands. "Oh, come on..." she said maliciously as she dragged her tongue along the slit, tasting the sweet, almost floral taste of the seed along it. "You want to let out so much more, don't you?" the pace with which she rocked her breasts up and down along his cock quickened greatly as she tried to coax him into a continued orgasm. Caelum let out a cry as his resolve weakened for a moment and a third wave spurted forth onto Germanica's chest. Immediately after, he felt his muscles relax, and suppressed his arousal in the way he was trained to do. Germanica giggled cruelly, "Nicely done. She licked her from his lips and relaxed the grip of her breasts around him. His cock twitched against her. "Almost too much. Almost." She slid up against him, almost as tall as him, and leaned in to bite his earlobe. "Now..." She whispered, "Come to my bedchambers." Hot, wispy vapors rose from the rocks and the water of the natural hot springs the Trader's city boasted, rising into the clear night skies above. Livia leaned against the warm stone, submerged to her breasts in the warm water. She let out a satisfied hum as she felt the warmth spread through her. Her robes were draped along the rocks next to the chiseled stone steps into the spring. Next to her there was a kettle of tea, along with two cups, as yet unfilled. Her eyes flitted shut for a few moments as she let the feeling sink in. A figure arrived along the path, his silhouette slowly turning into a distinguishable shape. It was a tall, rugged man, with dark blonde hair and tanned skin. He was broad shouldered and sharply muscled, dressed in decorated armor, with a short blade sheathed at his side. As he stepped closer, he began to unbuckle his armor, letting it fall to the ground beneath him, leaving him in his greaves and tunic. Livia watched as he carefully undressed himself, resting his weapon atop his clothing when he was finished. His muscles were large, forged in battle rather than through intent, and there were numerous scars in various places along his body. His member was large and thick, even in its lax state. He dipped his body into the spring as his dark hazel eyes cast upon Livia. She smiled, her lips long since washed of makeup. "Commander Arminius." she respectfully nodded to him. "Lady Livia." Arminius acknowledged her, "It is so good to see you, alive and well." "You as well." Livia answered sweetly, "Of the two of us, I dare say I am the one who is faced with death considerably less." she turned around to faced the tea set, flipping the porcelain cups and then slowly filling each one. "Even so, that is no life for a lady." Arminius swam up next to Livia and propped himself against the warm stones, facing in the same direction as her. She handed him a cup of tea with one hand as she lifted the remaining one with the other. "What happened to me is nothing." she brought the cup of warm liquid to her lips and took in the sweet aroma. "What happened to my husband, and to the Empress... That is what I cannot forgive." "If my troops had been in the capitol, my lady..." Arminius said, looking into her enchanting green eyes with intent, "I swear, I would have marched on the houses of the Regents and taken Castor's head myself." Livia smiled, and pushed a wet lock of dark hair from her face. Her cheeks were flushed from the steam which filled the springs. "And doubtless, you would have been executed as a traitor like all those who showed loyalty to my husband." She swam a bit closer to him, her petite form totally cast under the shadow of his body. He looked down upon her naked body, at least what amount could be seen in the water, and smiled. "There was a time when I would have been executed just for seeing you like this." He rested his cup and came closer to her. Livia's erect nipples brushed against his rough, bare skin in the warm water. She pushed herself further against him, their bodies slick with sweat and condensation. Livia gently put down her own cup of tea and ran her fingertips along Arminius' muscled arms. She squeezed it, letting out a moan of admiration as its firmness which, contrived as it might have been, clearly heightened the man's desire for this woman. "A man as brave and strong as you, surely you would have risked it even then." she pressed her palm against his chest, wiping beads of sweat from the hair upon it. Arminius groaned at her touch, but nonetheless managed a reply. "Livy was a man I respected above all others... As a statesman and tactician, he was flawless." The soldier brought one of his great, powerful arms around the woman's body to embrace her. "But above all his talents, was his ability to recognize beautiful things." he smiled a he looked down upon her, admiring her face, bare of any painting, flushed and sweaty in the misty veils of the hot springs. Her eyes gleamed expectantly up at him, and he lowered his head level to hers. Both of them dived into a passionate kiss, Arminius gripping her tightly in the water as he pressed his lips to hers. The contrast of textures was striking to both of them, his lips so rough and weathered, surrounded by the stubble of his face, and hers soft and graceful. When his tongue glided between them, they were silken and sweet, making him pause for a moment. Livia accepted him into her mouth, her skilled tongue dancing along his as she took him close. His body pressed against hers, she felt him swelling against her navel. She pushed against his chest ever so gently, and he broke the kiss, slowly pulling away, both their lips wet with steam and saliva. "So even as a mercenary, I can count on your continued loyalty?" she trailed a finger along his chest, moving in a circle around the areola of his right nipple. Arminius shuddered, captivated by the woman's touch. "Lady Livia..." he gasped, "To have come this close to you as I already have, I would forfeit my life one hundred times over." Livia smiled sweetly as her fingers tickled along the side of the man's neck "Nothing so drastic. Not your life, anyway." her fingers ran into his hair, and she drew him forward again for another kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut just as her lips were upon his, and one of her slender, pale hands dipped deep into the hot spring to reach between his legs. Arminius let out a grunt as she touched him, his shaft having grown considerably in length and girth, the latter to the point that Livia's fingers could not totally close around it. She gripped him tight in her hand, the warmth on her fingers apparent even submerged in the springs. She moved her hand back and forth, ever so slightly, starting with just the wrist, and then broadening her strokes until she was moving her hand up and down the entire great length of his rod. Her tongue pushed against his, and he held her closer again. His hand pressed against the small of her back beneath the water and slid southwards. He sensually ran his palm down along the shapely curve of her buttock and along her thigh. Livia squirmed in his touch and let out a noise of feigned surprise as he lifted her out of the water. She released his fully engorged tool and climbed onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly, her wet slit now pressed against his hard stomach. Unfettered Ch. 02 Arminius leaned lower and began to kiss her breasts, his lips touching the shapely flesh from the top, and slowly moving towards her pointed nipples. He closed his lips around each one, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue lightly before he took it from his mouth and moved to the next one. Livia made a satisfied moan as she held his head against her bosom, urging his tongue to work those sensitive points. "Mmm... Harder...!" she gripped a handful of his blonde locks and pushed his face into her deeper. "Use your teeth. Bite them!" Arminius complied without hesitation, grazing her nipples with his teeth and pulling them back slightly. Each time he did so, Livia cried out in pleasure and pushed her hips against his body. Her juices trickled down his stomach into the springs. "Ah...! Gods, yes...! Just like that." her tone was half commanding, half affirming as she enjoyed the rough workings of his mouth upon her. The smell of their sweat and her juices filled the air around them as he ravished her body with his mouth. Livia moaned lewdly from his tongue and teeth upon her nipples and the feeling of grinding herself against the chiseled ridges of his abdominal muscles. They continued like this for a time, Arminius caressing the flesh along her back as he serviced her breasts with his mouth, occasionally hoisting her up again to kiss. Eventually, Livia released the grip of her legs from around him and let herself down until her feet touched the bottom of the springs. As she slide along his body, she let his rigid shaft lie between her thighs, just along her slit, and closed them tightly. "Lady Livia, I've never felt like this...!" Arminius didn't exaggerate; as an accomplished man of the battlefield, he'd often had his pick of women, seized servants, barmaids, and even foreign nobility. But the sensation of this woman was nothing like any of those. Though her air and appearance were of a higher position than even the highest paid of courtesans, her flesh was a mastered trade. Every touch was a seduction, every sound was flattery. She writhed along his shaft, letting her moist labia run along the length. She closed her eyes as she moved along it, savoring the feeling of his measure. "Mmm..." She licked her lips as she let him go free from between her legs, "There's quite a range on that spear, isn't there?" she said playfully as she took his cock into her hand once more. As she pumped her hand along him, she began to advance forward, the gentle push of her hand on his chest making him move back, into the shallower portions of the water. When the springs only rose just below his knees, Livia kneeled before him, softly kissing down his stomach and navel, then down to his cock. She lowered his straining shaft and drew her tongue from the base to the head, planting a kiss upon that swollen red skin and opening her soft pink lips wide to accommodate his girth. Livia's tongue pressed hard against the underside of Arminius' organ as she relaxed her lips around him, her mouth totally filled from his thickness. Nonetheless, she moved her lips gracefully down the length, the water in her eyes as she held back her gagging unapparent in the thick steam of the springs. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she relaxed her body and let him push into her throat. She swallowed upon it in her throat, massaging the engorged head as she pushed herself deeper into it. Saliva dripped from her lips into the water as she sucked and swallowed, her slender neck bobbing back and forth. One of her hands moved to his scrotum and squeezed it gently in her hand. She moved his testes in her palm as her mouth slid forward and back around his thick shaft. "Mmmm...!" She sensually hummed, the vibrations along her through and tongue shooting through all of Arminius' lower body, making his muscular legs quiver under Livia's labors. As she felt his testes tighten from her skilled mouth, she finally slipped her lips from him, stroking him slowly with her hand, her controlled motions just enough to prevent ejaculation. She looked up at him and released him from her hands. She slid to her feet and subtly wiped off her chin when she turned away from Arminius, exposing her back to him, beads of sweat and cooling steam rolling down her slender curves. She leaned forward, bracing herself upon the rocks, and spread her legs evenly, her round buttocks and glistening labia exposed to his view. She looked at him from over her shoulder beckoningly as he approached. "Come on, bring it here..." she whispered, "I want to feel it." Arminius answered her call without hesitation, his large hands grasping her narrow hips. He pressed his throbbing head against her entrance. As he pushed into her, filling her with his warmth, he savored the feeling of how smooth she was inside, her delicate walls straining against his great girth, but nonetheless accepting it without complaint. Livia braced her hips and pushed back upon him as she felt that rigid stick hit her deepest spots. She wasn't even entirely down upon him when she felt that smooth, rigid organ pressing against her cervix, the twinge of pain heightening her awareness of the deep pleasure she felt from his entry. Her cries evoked this, laboring yet intoxicated. The sun was setting upon the two as they coupled, the orange sky hazily reflected in the pool of steaming water beneath them. Each thrust from Arminius felt like a brand new invasion, pushing her walls wide apart and intruding into her furthest depths. And each drawback was a moment's theft of the great pleasure which came in waves, a feeling of absence as his cock drew almost completely out of her, and then pushed all the way in. The pacing increased, their breathing grew rapid, but for the two of them, time slowed on their motions, and no quickening of their hips could change the length and intensity of each sensation. Their wet flesh made sharp slapping sounds as they collided together with each push, Arminius pulling Livia into him by her hips, to absolutely no resistance from her. "Ohh...! That's it! That's it!" She began to grind her hips into him, accepting the pain of his length slamming into her as she countered his thrusts. She felt waves of heat lapping at her skin as tension built up inside of her, each hammering strike against her womb pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Arminius leaned forward, pressing his body against her back as he allowed himself to push into her deeper while reaching forward to grasp her swaying breasts. "P... Pinch..." Livia stammered as she felt the imminent release approaching. "Pinch them! Do it hard!" Arminius hesitated, enthralled in the incredible sensation of moving inside of her, but it only took him a few seconds to register her demands, and his fingers moved down to her breasts and grasped both of her nipples hard. Livia shoved all of her weight back upon him, accepting his length into her as far as it could go as she was pushed over the edge in her favorite way, the intense pain and arousal from the sharp feeling across her upper body magnifying every sensation to her. Her emphatic, piercing screams echoed through the springs as she shook with an intense orgasm. Arminius felt her body begin to go limp, her arms and knees buckling as she lost control of her muscles. Though enraptured from the striking pleasure feeling of her slick inner walls spasming around his thickness, Arminius released his grip from her nipples and held her stable in his arms, holding her against his chest while still buried inside of her. Livia's breathing slowed in its pace as she calmed her orgasm into slow, controlled waved, the movements of her hips on him becoming less wild with each passing second. Both of their bodies were wet with more sweat than water now, and the smell of their sex hung all around them. Livia slowly moved her hips against and away from Arminius, rocking back and forth and slowly moving herself off of his still erect tool. Eventually, she slid herself off of it, the head slick and swollen as it left. Both of them made gasps of loss as the joint feeling of satisfaction left them. But Livia kept moving her hips, grinding her buttocks against his lap. One of her arms slipped back and grasped his hard cock and moved it up and down, along the soft crevice of her rear, finally resting the head, so slick with both of their juices, against her tight, puckered hole. She made a lewd noise of pleasure as the head and hole made contact. "Mmm...." She moaned, "H-here... Here too!" Clear fluid dripped from Arminius as his cock twitched in sudden arousal from her words. Whatever stiffness might have left him from the time that had passed had returned in an instant. The strength returned to Livia's limbs, and she leaned forward, her haunches spreading easily, exposing her twitching pink hole to Arminius, now wet with his fluids. "My Lady..." Arminius gasped out, trying to hold back his immediate desire for this offering, "Are you certain." Livia brought a hand back, leaning only on one of her slender limbs, and put her middle finger to the hole, rubbing it deeply with her fingertip. She made lewd, passionate sounds and she worked her finger inside to the first knuckle. "Uhhh..." she moaned out in pleasure as she delighted in the light teasing feeling she was giving herself, stretching and penetrating her little hole, stimulating that sensitive spot for what was to come. "Yes... Give it to me..." she breathed, "I want you to feel all of me! I want to feel you in my deepest spots...!" She withdrew her finger from her asshole and pushed down on either side of it with her middle and forefinger, spreading it open for his viewing. She relaxed her lower muscles, and it opened for him. Still, it was certainly nowhere near the girth of Arminius, but it was an invitation he could not resist. He came closer, urged on by the pulsating of her hole, in a slightly delayed rhythm with her breathing. When she felt his head push against her ass again, she felt herself gush with anticipation of taking something so wide into her narrowest entrance. He eased into her slowly, and every second crawled as her insides were strained, the head and shaft pushing past both tight, clenching rings. "Aaaah!" Livia cried out, the rush of sudden movement and pain sending shivers up her spine even surrounded by so much humidity. It had been a very long time since she had permitted something so large to go in there. This feeling was entirely new to Arminius; no woman of such softness and elegance would have even tolerated a mention of such an act with a man of his standing. He'd done this with prostitutes and servants, overused or untrained. But the way she let him slide inside, relaxing just long enough for him to inch in deeper while occasionally tensing her body and squeezing his rigid shaft... The first entry alone was almost enough to drive him to climax. While the width was a shock, the sudden dilation of her anus alarming even to her, she relished the feeling of how deep he could sink inside of her, without the pain of having his lengthy rod strike against her cervix. She was halfway down his rigid cock, her hole stretched wide around it. It spasmed quickly, her breathing and moans a beat behind the rhythm of her hole's twitching around him "Uhh...! It's...!" Livia cried out and bit her lip as she braced her body, letting each painful, yet delicious inch push into her slowly. The strain was such that her teeth almost drew blood from those soft, undamaged lips. At this point she found enough relaxation and comfort in how wide she was stretched to relent, becoming accustomed to the twinge of pain. "It's so big...!" There were now only perhaps two inches of Arminius that had not disappeared inside of her. The veins which crept from the base of his cock were engorged and pulsating, forcing warm blood to rush past the tightly clenched rings of flesh which squeezed it. Livia could feel Arminius' heartbeat pulsating through her lower body in warm, rapid beats. "You can move." Livia breathed, "But slow... Slowly..." Arminius crefully drew back his hips, the feeling of her rings violently clamping down, trying to hold him in place, causing his eyes to roll back and made him groan in pleasure. The grip was so tight that he could not draw back more than three inches before he felt overwhelmed with the burning pleasure he felt. "Lady, I think... I...!" "Not yet!" Livia wiggled her hips on his rod, loving the joint feeling of pleasure and release as his cock pressed on one side of her and relented on another. "I want to feel more! I want to feel you hitting me so deep." Arminius was no professional lover; to the contrary, he was quite used to having his own needs met as his only priority. He had very little experience in delaying orgasm, and would seldom even consider such a thing to be a skill at all. But hearing Livia cry out this request, and not knowing if he would ever be able to experience this pleasure again, Arminius found himself tightening every powerful muscle in his lower body to hold back the rushing fluids in his loins. With his attention completely on extending his time, Livia took control of the movements, and pushed her body back into him. She rocked back and forth with her knees, sliding up and down on his rod at a slow, controlled pace which grew slightly quicker every time in began anew. Sweat dripped from her face onto the rocks in heavy droplets. She felt like her whole body was on fire here, impaled upon this soldier, and soon the pain of being stretched so wide was nothing but a faint breeze across the sea of ecstasy she found herself lost in. She was moving back and forth in wild stroked, sometimes pushing herself all the way to the base onto him, other times pulling back to the head and then only sinking him in a few inches before drawing back. It was all Arminius could do to keep himself standing as he felt this tight, elastic hole squeezing and running up and down his shaft, bathing it in warmth, a perfect mix of smoothness and friction, no movement of her hips feeling quite the same. "I... I...!" Arminius couldn't even let his words out, nor would Livia had heard them if he had. She was lost in her screams, her eyes rolled back, cold saliva dripping down her chin amongst the sweat and steam, only trying to take more and more of what was before her. And so there was no warning to Livia when Arminius lost control and erupted. The veins she felt quivered, and rushing lines of heat jumped along the shaft, bursting out as wet, sticky warmth which shot into her. There was one spurt, then another, and Livia felt that warm, thick shaft slip out of her. Arminius had collapsed, the release in tension making his legs give out, and fell prone in the shallow warm water, another high spurt cascading across the water. When it had left her, Livia felt her hole clench up tighter than before, holding the warm fluid inside of her unrelenting. She fell to her knees and quivered, the unexpected relief from penetration sending her into slow, lingering waves of orgasm. Arminius leaned against the rocks, chest-deep in the springs, his entire body relaxed now. Livia leaned against him, wiping the sweat from his body while massaging his muscles. He groaned as the tension drained from every bit of his body like fast running water. "My Lady Livia..." Arminius said quietly, "For you, I would pledge all my armies without charge." She placed a soft kiss upon his shoulder. "But what would your men say, working without pay?" "I know how to keep my men in line." Arminius confidently replied. "Still..." Livia said as she ran a wet hand up his body. "For a powerful mercenary commander to amass his troops without money changing hands, that might be cause for alarm to some." She wiped some sweat from his brow. "And besides, arrangements for payment have already been established." "Things may move, but they do not change hands." Arminius said assuringly, "What is mine is yours. Consider me as loyal a servant as I was to your husband." "If I can expect the same skill and heroism you showed against the southern tribes," Livia said with overt admiration, whose questionable authenticity Arminius did not even consider, "then Castor's head will be on a spike by the new year." "Were that Castor were lord of the underworld, he could not stop me from marching on his gates." Livia feigned a swoon at the man's bravado, and rubbed along his shoulders. "To have such a soldier in my service, my enemies beware." Arminius opened his eyes slightly, "Why only Castor, my lady? I could surely have Polyducius killed with the passing of a few coins and favors. That fat old fool devotes so much of his time to his food in recent years, he'd be three courses in before a poison could take effect." "Polyducius hasn't been a threat to anyone for over thirty years." Livia answered, "The fact that he's alive is the only thing keeping his wife from taking full advantage of her power." Her eyes, bright with mystery and seduction, showed a cold expression momentarily as she spoke these words. "Polyducia... She will be my most lethal adversary..." venom poured from her words as she spoke this name. It only took seconds for her to regain her composure, and she resumed her doting upon Arminius' body. "But that's not your concern... You just need to deal with Castor. And keep me safe." She squeezed one of the bulging muscles on his arm. "I need you to protect me." she disingenuously whispered. "My sword is ever your guardian." Arminius said sleepily, completely under her spell.