Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

“But Alexia knows you intend to…” Milaca protested.

  “That slave is of no consequence.” Taleela dismissed her fears. “She will be thrown to wild animals in the next games.”

  “When must I go to Barascu, My Domina?”

  “Right now.” Taleela inspected her finely painted nails. “Tell him that you will be with Ganon this very night.”

  “But I…” The blonde stared at her mistress in horror.

  “You forget your place, slave.” The redhead said softly, yet her tone was lined with menace.

  “Forgive me, my Domina… I shall go now.”

  All the while she spoke to the hulking Barascu, the little blonde slave trembled with fear. The huge man couldn’t care less. Ganon’s insatiable lust was to be met, by any woman he could find, and a willing one was more than he could bargain for. He agreed instantly, giving her directions of how to get to the giant gladiator’s sleeping quarters. Milaca hurried back to the safety of the palace, the colors of the Domina on her tunic granting her unhindered passage.

  “What news have you?” Taleela demanded as soon as the blonde stepped into her chambers.

  “Ganon awaits my favors this night.” Milaca bowed low, trembling.

  “Excellent.” The redhead rubbed her well-manicured hands in glee and paced around the lavish room. “At two turns of the glass from now, that beast will find himself a slave like none he has ever enjoyed before and ever will thereafter.”

  “I don’t understand, my Domina.” The young slave stared at her mistress in alarm.

  “Of course you don’t.” Taleela laughed shrilly. “That’s why I am the mistress and you the slave… and also why I chose you over that arrogant Gaul.”

  “She said that you desired the gladiator.” Milaca dared to venture.

  “Yes, all the more reason for her to be thrown to the lions.” The Domina laughed, stretching herself languidly.

  “But how will you…” Milaca stood with a worried look on her pretty face.

  “Don’t hurt yourself overmuch, my slave.” Taleela glared at the blonde. “Leave the thinking to your betters and hand me your robes.”

  “Yes, my Domina.” Milaca immediately stripped and held out her slave clothes to her mistress.

  “Tonight, I become the slave in your stead.” The taller woman snickered. “And let none be the wiser.”

  “And what shall I do?”

  “Remain here, in my quarters.” Taleela smiled, smoothing the rough linen down over her sexy body. “I shall have Luisa and Liana give you company.”

  “I’d rather be ravaged by Ganon.” The blonde thought and cowered back down as she watched the Domina of Denarius admiring herself in the simple garb of a house slave, then throwing a hood over her head and walking out of the room.

  *-*-*

  “You slave girls keep getting better each night.” Ganon said, nodding appreciatively.

  “The master is pleased by your victories… and thus rewards you according.” Taleela purred, walking seductively around the Spartan accommodations of the champion gladiator.

  “He is a wise man.” The large warrior grinned, admiring her voluptuous curves.

  “Yes, indeed.” The redhead nodded, slipping off her hood.

  “But you are unlike any slave I have ever known.” Ganon reached out and grasped her slender wrist, gently pressing the smooth skin with his hard, callused fingers.

  “I am no low-born wench of the pits, warrior.” Taleela replied, unable to hide her excitement of his robust touch. “I have been bred for pleasure.”

  “I have heard of exotic slaves from the east, trained in the arts of love.” Ganon drew her closer, feeling up her smooth thighs one by one. “Are you one of them?”

  “I might be, but it is not your need to know…” The noblewoman almost gasped, placing her hands on his massive shoulders to steady herself. “…all must you do is request pleasure of me.”

  “Oh, I will indeed.” He smiled, his rugged handsomeness suddenly softening and sending a flutter through her belly. “And as you, I am not some mindless brute who just knows to fight and fuck.”

  “I think I believe you.” She said hoarsely, unaccustomed to the sudden surge of desire rising in her.

  “Yes, I know you do.” Ganon slid his large, battle-scarred hands up her short skirt and gently squeezed her soft, yielding buttocks.

  “What makes you such a great champion?” She tried to contain her lust, seeking not to let herself lose control of the situation.

  “I have more up here than your average sword swinger,” The large man tapped a finger at his left temple. “…and that brings me the victories Denarius is so proud of.”

  “Yes, Dominus is proud of you… rather overmuch.” She pushed her dainty hands against his rugged shoulders, trying to pry herself from his hold without success.

  “And with good reason...” He held her even tighter, his face almost between her heaving breasts. “…he would rather give me all the women in the world than my freedom.”

  “Indeed, and you are well equipped where it matters to have all the women of the world.” She couldn’t help but let her desire govern her otherwise collected and calculating mind.

  “How would you know the wellness of my equipment?” He looked up at her with a slight hint of suspicion. “Have you seen me before?”

  “I merely deduce, from the way the rest of you is…” She hastily replied, undoing the front of her slave robes to distract him. “…that you must be overly impressive down there as well.”

  “Well, you are not wrong.” He laughed softly, admiring her exposed breasts. “And this is the longest conversation I have had with a slave sent to entertain me otherwise.”

  “I was thinking the same thing, not that I find conversing with you less entertaining.” Taleela agreed and pulled away from him as he released his hold on her.

  “Yes, I would agree on that front.” His dark eyes stayed on her as she seductively swayed her curvy hips, stepping back from him. “Now come, show me what treasures you have been saving.”

  “Oh, you will be pleased.” The Domina of Denarius smiled sexily and shrugged off her robe completely.

  “Without a doubt.” His eyes lit up in admiration of her naked sexuality and he reached for her again. “Your skin is flawless, credit must go to your keepers… I have never seen a slave girl this well preserved.”

  “And I have never been with a man of your legend.” She breathed huskily, letting his rough hands send shivers down her spine as they roamed all over her gleaming naked body. “Are rumors of your brutal nature true?”

  “Only in the arena…” He groaned thickly, kissing her soft skin. “…in this environment, I am as gentle as a lamb.”

  “I was looking forward to the lion you are rumored to be.” Taleela purred, cupping her breasts up to his face, the nipples as hard as rubies.

  “Did I say lamb? …I meant a lion in lambskin.” He grinned and gently took one of the offered treats into his mouth and covered the other in his huge hand.

  “Oh, Ganon… you are a man-god.” She gasped; the sensation of his hot mouth on her sensitive flesh made her knees buckle. “Ravage me.”

  “All in good time, my dear.” The powerful arena champion replied patiently, enjoying her succulent breasts with languid grace. “And you haven’t told me your name.”

  “Call me anything you want.” She groaned, every fiber in her being screaming for him to take her.

  “That’s convenient, and yet I would prefer to know your name.” He insisted, tweaking her nipples hard and making her whimper.

  “Milaca.” She whispered, almost inaudibly as she shook against him.

  “Ah, Milaca… it does bring visions of sunrise and blue sky.” His eyes glazed over as he reminisced the open plains and mountains of his northern homeland.

  “Torture me no longer, Ganon.” She almost wept, clawing at his silken robes. “Let me behold your legendary phallus.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t aware it was of l
egend… but here it is.” He laughed and slid off the garment easily.

  “Oh, it’s even bigger up clo… than I heard it was.” The noblewoman recoiled as the near foot and half long organ sprang out to greet her.

  “Would it please you to suck on it?” He requested with an honest smile. “Your presence here has aroused me beyond my formidable control.”

  “I would love to suck on it as much as an eagle would be to find a dove.” Taleela recovered from her shock and gingerly reached for the throbbing spear. “But enough talk, my mouth has better uses.”

  “I have no doubt, Milaca… no doubt at all.” He smiled, closing his eyes and easing himself back on the bed.

  Taleela couldn’t believe her eyes. Ganon’s erection stood up like a tethering pole before her, throbbing with life and vitality. Her hands fell short of encircling the entire girth and she wondered if she could even get any of it inside her salivating mouth. But she was too horny to be afraid and let the madness that only lust can bring take over her mind. Grasping the rock hard organ at the base and just under the pre-cum spewing head, she drew it close to her quivering lips. Her nostrils flared at the manly scent of arousal, making her head spin. It had been far too long since she had enjoyed a man.

  His groan of pleasure encouraged her, giving her the courage to open her mouth and take the bulbous, coconut sized head in. Her jaws unclenched, stretched more than she had ever before. The velvet smooth cockhead felt good inside her mouth, hot and throbbing, as she tasted the appetizer of his arousal. She could barely get all of the head in, tears streamed down her face and she found new respect for the dusky women who seemed to go down on him with such amazing ease the night before.

  “Most women find me a bit hard to swallow.” Ganon acknowledge her obvious discomfort. “…but no matter, those that do have other orifices to satiate my lust with.”

  “I do not surrender easily, my champion.” Taleela retorted as she came up gasping for air. “Though this night I will relent and let my lower half do you the honors.”

  “Every part of you is as desirable, my lovely.” The huge man dragged her over him. “Let me prepare your tunnel of love for my raging weapon.”

  Taleela stiffened as the muscular gladiator effortlessly lifted her up and placed her over his smooth granite hard chest. Her shapely legs slung over his immense shoulders and her dripping pussy spread out before his leering face, she knew she was in for the night of her life. Her gasps and moans echoed around them with every stroke of his searching tongue. He teased her sensitive little clitoris, swirling the tip of his tongue all around it before taking it in his lips and sucking on it like a hungry calf. She grabbed at his thick blond hair, her nails digging into his scalp as her whole body shook on his hands holding her up.

  “Oh, Ganon…” Taleela whimpered, her arousal having taken complete control of her.

  The monster of a man lapped away at her as she surrendered to her first orgasm of the night, spraying her ecstatic release over his bemused and grinning face. Her back arched and she threw her head backward, delicately held up by his powerful arms. She slammed her thighs in, trapping his head between them as waves of body shaking pleasure rippled though her. Her gasping whimpers encouraged him to keep going until she lost all sensation on her tortured pussy.

  “You are now prepared to take my spear deep within you, woman.” Ganon smacked his lips, letting her sexy body slide languidly down his chiseled torso.

  His massive erection stopped her descent as her buttocks slammed against it. She had no power in her exhausted limbs to rise up and accommodate him. With a laugh, the huge man lifted her up as one would a piece of bread at the table, and positioned her over his rock hard cock. She screamed as he tore into her, stretching her wider than she had ever been before.

  “Oh, Gan… Ganon.” Taleela wept with delight. “I… I have never… oh, the pain… it is so good.”

  “Ah, if you love the pain…” He grinned, enjoying the look of tortured gratification on her beautiful face. “…the pleasure that follows will surely take you to the heavens.”

  “Oh, Ganon… take me to the heavens.” The Domina cried like a whipped slave, grasping his shoulders as he lowered her even further down his sixteen inch erection.

  His iron hard fingers dug into her smooth, tender flesh as he lowered her all the way. Taleela had never felt so much fullness inside her. Her tight pussy clamped down on him, sucking and siphoning the rock hard organ like a succubus.

  “Oh, fuck!” Ganon grunted aloud, bouncing her up and down over his surging arousal. “You’re the best one I’ve had so far, slave… I would pay Denarius a lifetime’s worth of earnings to make you mine.”

  “Oh, I am… aahh… honored to know that…” She gasped; every fiber in her body on fire. “Yet the master… uuhh… will not agree… mmh… not for all the gold in… rrhh… Rome.”

  “Oh, I concur…” He grunted harder, bucking his hips up furiously. “I must then have you at least twice each week.”

  “That… ohhh… can be arranged, my… uuhh… love.” Taleela’s green eyes rolled in her head in sheer ecstasy. “Ohhh, I’m going to… uuhh…”

  “Yes, yes… release yourself again… all over me.” Ganon growled and rose up with her still impaled on his cock.

  He dropped her down on her back and fell over her, propping himself up on his massive forearms and continued to grind away at her. Taleela threw her legs around his thick waist and clawed at his chest and neck, her orgasm, the second of the night, hit her harder than the one before, making her cry out into his descending mouth as he kissed her savagely.

  “Oh, Ganon… deeper… I want you in deeper.” She shook with the intensity of the pleasure wracking through her enflamed body.

  “Your wish is my command.” He grunted, rising up and spinning her around with his cock still inside her. “This night I become the slave to such exquisite beauty.”

  “Oh, Ganon… fuck me, lover.” Taleela whimpered, down on her hands and knees on the bed like a bitch in heat as the huge Northman slammed into her from behind, his huge hands quashing her breasts with passion.

  “A night neither of us will ever forget.” Ganon grunted, pushing his near foot-and-half appendage deeper into her than he had ever gone.

  “Until the next one.” She moaned, pushing her hips back to match his brutal thrusts.

  “Your passion takes me to the brink, Milaca.” Ganon’s deep voice quavered. “I… I must release soon.”

  “Release, my lover.” She urged him with lust drenched intent. “Release your virile seed deep within me… I want it all.”

  “Oh, Mh-Milaca.” The heavily built man whimpered like a beaten child as his body caved in, his orgasm exploding deep inside a woman of noble birth.

  “Aahh… ohhh.” Taleela’s moans chorused with his. “Yes, oh, it feels so good… your hot seed splashing deep in me.”

  “Yes, yes… I... I… uuhh…” The huge warrior collapsed over her and passed out.

  Taleela sighed in satisfaction as she lay under his bulk, her breath squashed out of her, but her body alive and burning with desire. She lay there for a while with his receding member still embedded in her, milking the last few drops of his immense release.

  “Yes, my handsome gladiator.” She whispered, caressing his long blonde hair. “We will have many more of such meetings… until I am satisfied with everything I want.”

  *-*-*

  “I have everything I want.” Altus Denarius stated happily, holding aloft his goblet of wine. “And the gods have finally blessed me with the one thing that so far eluded the House of Denarius.”

  “Yes, at long last we have been blessed with an heir.” Taleela joined her husband as he addressed the assembled guests. “Our efforts over the years now finally bear fruit.”

  “It is fortunate news indeed.” Lucius Flavio, Prefect of Rome, applauded heartily. “A banquet of Caesarean proportion is in order.”

  “And such a feast has been arranged, Prefect.
” Taleela took the large man’s arm. “But after the games we shall witness in the arena.”

  “Oh, I hope to be entertained.” The stately man beamed.

  “Indeed you shall, my friend.” Denarius stepped up beside his wife. “My champion gladiator, Ganon of legend, will again take center stage.”

  “And we also have exotic animals fighting some insolent slaves and rebels.” Taleela added with a smile. “Some from such barbaric lands as Gaul.”

  “Ah, this will be a day to long remember then.” Flavio looked around the immense arena with an impressed expression.

  “Indeed it will.” Denarius agreed, taking his wife aside. “You’ve done me proud this day, woman… the House of Denarius remains barren no longer. I will not ask who the father is, but I pray the child brings much glory to the family name.”