I drag my eyes down her stomach to the hair between her closed legs. She opens her thighs for me and I swallow hard when I see the delicious pinkness of her newly broken in cunt. My seed is growing in her womb as I look at her. Knowing that—knowing she’s mine—is making me so unbelievably happy.
“Did it hurt?” I whisper as I look back into her glassy eyes.
She smiles as she shakes her head. “No. Okay, maybe a little, but it still felt really good.”
“This will be a bit softer,” I whisper as I start to move toward her legs.
“What will be?” she asks. “What are you—oh, Kaeso!”
She gasps as I slide my flat tongue up her wet slit and then flick it across her hard clit. Her sweet nectar hits my tongue and my cock hardens once again.
I want to tell her how good she tastes, how soft she feels, how perfect she is, but I can’t seem to rip my lips away from her warmth for even a second. I’m devouring her as she grips onto my hair and holds my head between her legs.
I’m addicted to this girl. The addiction is merciless in the way it’s growing inside me, twisting and spreading its roots around my core, letting me know that I’ll never be able to give this beauty up.
I lean back and spread her puffy lips with my fingers. My heart nearly gives out when I see her pink opening so tight, so slick, so small. My dick throbs as I remember how gloriously tight it felt wrapped around me.
Not one day will pass where it’s not wrapped around my hard cock. I promise her that.
I tease her with my tongue, barely touching her folds as I slide my way up to her clit. She’s writhing on the bed and cursing as she grips her breasts and squeezes them.
I love that she’s so innocent, yet I can bring out the wickedness inside her. A week with me and she’ll be turned into a sex-crazed little slut. My little slut who only lusts after my towering cock.
She cries out in bliss as I wrap my lips around her clit and suck on it while I tease her hole with my finger.
“It feels so good,” she moans. “Fuck, Kaeso…”
“Come on my mouth,” I beg her. “Let me taste that fresh pussy juice.”
She starts grinding her hips and pressing her wet cunt on my mouth as I grab her ass and pull her toward me. I start eating her out at a furious pace and her cries become deeper, louder, more desperate.
“Mmmm,” I moan as her body convulses and she comes all over my face.
Her hot pussy juice surges onto my tongue and I barely let her finish her orgasm before I’m climbing on top of her and plunging my cock deep inside her pussy once again.
It’s just as tight and just as warm, but I glide in and out easier. I’m breaking this fresh ripe body in one screw at a time.
I barely last five thrusts before I’m roaring out and coming deep in her cunt. Her orgasm never stopped and she’s shaking when I finally fall off of her onto the straw mattress.
Neither of us can keep our eyes open as I pull her into my embrace. I fight the oncoming slumber just in time to pull the blankets over her naked body.
Then, I fall asleep… with a smile on my face…
Chapter Seven
Kaeso
“Wake up, lovers,” Septimus shouts as he slams the iron bars with his sword.
A possessive growl rumbles out of me as I make sure that Elovissa is covered with the blankets. I kiss her softly on the temple as she lets out a soft moan. “Stay in bed,” I whisper to her before turning to my owner.
“This better be important,” I warn him as I get up. His eyes drop to my naked cock and then widen comically large.
“Wow!” he says as he shamelessly stares at my manhood. “You made me one of the richest men in Rome by fighting in the Colosseum, but I think you could have made me the richest man in the world by dancing in the brothels instead. Every woman with a pulse would have come to see that log swinging.”
“What do you want?” He’s taking time away that I could be curled up in bed with Elovissa in my arms and I’m not appreciating it.
“Not what I want, old friend,” he says with a grin. “What you want. Your freedom. And that of your woman, if she’s still alive after being speared by that gargantuan thing.”
I growl in agitation as I reach for my loincloth and pin it on my hips. “Do not talk of my woman in such a way,” I warn him. “It angers me.”
He grins. “Save that anger, old friend. You’ll need it for your hundredth fight. How would you like to be free tonight?”
I stare at him with my heart pounding in my chest. Elovissa and I could be sailing to our future tonight? Free from the chains of misery that have bound us for so long.
I flex my arms and grit my teeth as I stare at him. I’m ready. Ready to kill, ready to be free, ready to finally live properly with my girl by my side.
“One last fight before General Gaius Agricola leaves Rome,” he says with a smile. “Are you ready to be free?”
I raise my chin and nod. “I am.”
“Good. Then we must depart now and get ready.”
I turn back to the bed and kneel before Elovissa. She looks as beautiful as ever with the blankets pulled up to her chin and a shine in her worried eyes.
“I heard,” she whispers. “You’re leaving?”
“I must.”
“Please don’t. It breaks my heart to think of you in danger. We could live like this. Here in the dungeons. I’d be happy. We’d be happy. As long as we’re together it could be—”
“It’s okay, my Venus,” I whisper to her as I run the back of my finger along her cheek. A tear escapes her green eye and I wipe it away. “I’ll be back for you and we’ll be free. I’ll give you the life that you truly deserve. You have to trust me.”
“I do.”
She grips my wrist and pulls my hand to her lips.
“I love you,” I say as she kisses it.
“I love you too, Kaeso. This has been the best time of my life. I’d take a thousand cracks of the whip if it meant I got to be here with you again.”
“You’ll never have to,” I say as I lean down and hover my lips over hers. “Because tonight we’ll be free.”
I press my lips against hers, gently sliding my tongue into her mouth and tasting her innocence. My whole body ignites, responding in a carnal way, but I push it back down. There will be time for that later. Decades of time.
I have to win our freedom first.
“Be careful,” she says, gripping my arm as I pull my lips away. “Please.”
“I’m coming home to you,” I say as I peel her rigid fingers off me. “Nothing can stop that.”
Septimus is grinning as I walk over to him and I have a sudden urge to grab his neck and yank his body through the narrow bars, snapping and crushing his bones so they’ll fit through.
“I hope she didn’t tire the champion of Rome out,” he says with a snicker. The laughter quickly disappears when he sees the fury in my eyes.
“New rules,” he says, quickly changing the subject. “All gladiators must be chained while moving through the halls. The Emperor decreed it.”
I sigh as I turn around and place my hands through the bars. It’s the last time I’ll be in chains. I’ll make damn sure of that.
Septimus calls the guard over and he chains my wrists behind my back and my ankles together while I gaze into Elovissa’s melancholy eyes.
“I love you,” I whisper.
She whispers it back.
And with the opening of the gate, we’re separated again. There’s a guard on each side of me, gripping my biceps as we follow Septimus down the long dark hallway. He’s practically skipping and looking thrilled for someone who’s about to lose the biggest cash cow in all of the Roman Empire. He’s made millions of sestercii off of me.
“You sure, Septimus?” one of the guards asks. “He seems in fighting shape to me.”
Septimus turns with a sly grin on his face. “Have I ever let you down before, Thaddeus?”
An ominous sinking hits my
gut.
“I bet all of my savings,” Thaddeus says. “Twenty-three sestercii.”
“Then tonight you will be feasting on dormice until your belly groans and fucking whores until your cock begs for mercy,” Septimus says with a laugh.
I stop walking and they all turn to me.
“You’re betting against me,” I say, almost too stunned to speak.
Septimus shrugs his shoulders. “You won’t survive this one, old friend.”
Dread hits me like a lead weight.
“What about Elovissa? What will happen to her?”
He steps back, knowing I’ll kill him if I get the chance.
“I sold her this morning,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Neither of us will have use for her after this.”
I lunge toward him with a bloodthirsty roar, but the clubs of the guards come quick and hard across the back of my head. Over and over until I fall to my knees.
I fight against the rushing blackness, but even the almighty Kaeso Vinicius can’t hold it off forever and eventually… with my lover’s name on my lips… it takes over...
I have one hell of a raging headache as I stand in the arena with the afternoon sun beating down on me.
When I woke up, I was in the room I’m always in before coming out to battle. Septimus was nowhere to be seen. Neither were the guards.
I have no choice but to fight my way to freedom and get back to my lover. I’ll kill everything that stands between me and Elovissa. I promised her that she will not be a slave again, and I’m going to deliver on that promise.
The crowd is buzzing with excitement. It’s my last fight and anyone who’s anyone in Rome is here.
I’ve pictured this moment for years. The day I finally break the chains that enslave me, but now, dread fills my belly instead of excitement.
“You won’t survive this one, old friend.”
Septimus’ words echo in my head. What horrors does he have planned for me behind those iron doors?
“People of Rome!” the announcer hollers and the crowd explodes into cheers. “The moment you’ve all been waiting for! The greatest gladiator the world has ever known, Kaeso Vinicius, fights for the hundredth time!”
The roar of the crowd assaults my ears as I look up at the rows and rows of free men.
“If he is victorious, he will be set free,” the announcer continues to a wave of boos. “But if he perishes—”
The crowd explodes back into cheers. They’ve loved me for years, but the crowd is a ruthless beast and they want to see blood spilled. And since this is my last battle, the blood they want to see spilled is my own.
“If he perishes,” the announcer continues, “the soul of the great Kaeso Vinicius will remain in the Colosseum forever!”
I’m shaking my head as the crowd roars in approval. My soul will be beside Elovissa where it belongs.
“Behold, the supreme being who brings us this historic final match. Emperor Vespasius!”
Emperor Vespasius walks out into his box and waves to the crowd. He doesn’t get as warm a reception as I did.
General Gaius Agricola walks out and keeps his distance from the Emperor, sitting as far as he can from him, unlike yesterday when they were sitting side by side. It appears the diplomacy between them is straining.
I take a deep breath and turn to the Emperor as the crowd quiets. “We who are about to die,” I say with my sword in the air, “salute you!”
The Emperor nods to me and then takes his seat on his golden throne to watch the mayhem.
“Entering the Colosseum for the first time,” the announcer continues, “but no stranger to battle. He’s the undefeated, reigning champion of Gaul. Your Emperor is proud to bring you, Argiotalus Cerethreus!”
The crowd hollers as loud as I’ve ever heard them as the gates open and the largest man I’ve ever seen struts out holding a two-headed ax that’s longer than my lover. The sun shines off his silver breastplate as he draws a line in the sand with his ax and then lets out a savage roar to the crowd. They cheer this stranger on as the announcer waits for silence.
“Fighting alongside Argiotalus Cerethreus,” he bellows to the crowds’ excitement. “The undefeated, reigning champion of Hispania... Theodosius the Savage!”
I squeeze the handle of my sword as a large Spaniard walks into the arena, glaring at me through his one eye. He’s not the last one…
When the announcer is finished, there are five undefeated champions from around the Empire facing me. I roll my shoulders impatiently as the trumpets sound, marking the beginning of the match.
A side door slides open and all eyes dart to it as four tigers are released into the arena to join in the carnage and add to the chaos.
I can hear their snarling as I look up at the Emperor, waiting for his signal to start. I’m bouncing from foot to foot, adrenaline pumping as I swing my sword in the air, excited to get this over with so I can get back to my Venus.
But then… I see her…
She gets dragged into the Emperor’s box with a handful of other slave girls and is thrown at his feet. Rage tears through me as I grit my teeth, eyes glaring up at the dead man. I don’t care that he’s the Emperor or that there are fifty thousand witnesses, I’ll plunge my sword through his heart with a smile on my face for thinking he can have what’s mine.
He raises his thumb just as I start sprinting toward him. The crowd cheers as the five champions begin rushing toward me.
Theodosius cuts in front of me first, waving his sword and muttering something in his foreign tongue. I spin around and sink my blade into his belly. He’s still muttering to himself as he drops to his knees with blood leaking from the corners of his mouth.
He’s headed to Elysium, but I’m headed right where I belong—at Elovissa’s side.
Two more champions arrive in front of me as the other two circle behind me. I’m surrounded by swords.
A tiger comes out of nowhere and leaps onto the back of the champion from Thracia. Now there’s only one man behind me in fighting shape. I turn and throw my sword. It sinks into his chest to the hilt and he tumbles back as a gurgle erupts from his throat.
My eyes snap back up to my woman. The Emperor has a hold of her wrist and is trying to pull her onto his lap, but my wild Venus is fighting him off.
“I’m coming for you!” I shout to her. And to the Emperor… “I’m coming for you too!”
I grit my teeth and rush toward the two armed gladiators with nothing but my bare hands to fight with.
Chapter Eight
Elovissa
Kaeso is fighting like an animal as he attacks the two armed champions in front of him. It’s a thing of beauty watching him dart around and swerve under the swinging blades as he lands hard punches and devastating kicks on his opponents.
I’d love to sit and watch in awe, but I’m too busy fighting off the grabby hands of this foul-smelling Emperor.
“Get off of me!” I shout as I slam my hand on his cheek and push him away as hard as I can.
“You little bitch,” he hisses as he grabs my arm and pulls me across his lap. Every eye in the Coloseum—including the guards—are on my man, watching as he beats the most unbeatable odds. He’s fighting five of the best warriors in the world and winning easily.
My heart flutters, knowing he’s fighting for me. I’m bringing this savage fury out of him. I saw it in his eyes when he spotted me. It flipped a switch in him. His eyes turned dark, animalistic, boiling over with a possessive rage.
“Stop it!” the Emperor hisses as he struggles to hold me down on his lap. “I am the Emperor! I can have you hung!”
I fight my way back to my feet and push him. The slap comes fast. And hard.
Water hits my eyes as I stagger back into the General. I glance down at Kaeso to make sure he’s still okay, and I get shivers when I see the enraged look in his wide brown eyes.
He’s furious.
I’m guessing he saw the slap.
Without a seco
nd of hesitation, he punches one of the two men he’s grappling with in the throat. He grabs the other’s sword hand and yanks it forward, plunging it into the man’s chest. The last gladiator to stand in front of him pulls his bloody sword out of his friend’s chest and holds it up to Kaeso. His hand is shaking, making the sword vibrate.
Kaeso is all steeled nerves and wild murderous energy as he picks up the sword on the ground and lets his opponent have it. The fight doesn’t last long. A few clangs of swords meeting then the gurgle of defeat as Kaeso’s opponent drops to the ground, dead, with a sword through his neck.
Before the man’s dead body hits the sand, Kaeso is leaping onto the wall and climbing up to the Emperor’s box. He pulls himself over the stone wall and stands before the Emperor, covered in blood and heaving hard breaths.
“Great spectacle!” the Emperor says as he stands up and claps his hands. “Well done, Kaeso!”
“You slapped my girl?” he asks in a deep cold-blooded voice.
The Emperor’s face drops. He looks so confused. “What—?”
I hurry over to my man’s side and Kaeso wraps a heavy arm around my shoulder.
“Oh,” the Emperor says as his face pales. “She’s yours? I didn’t—”
I gasp as Kaeso lunges on the Emperor and grabs his head in his big hands. He screams shrilly as Kaeso squeezes hard, crushing his skull. The Emperor pounds his fists onto Kaeso’s massive chest and arms, but they do nothing to stop my man’s wrath.
“She’s mine,” he hisses in a deep raspy voice. “And anyone who touches her is dead.”
The whole crowd gasps in one collective breath as Kaeso tosses the Emperor’s trembling body into the arena down below. The thud it makes when it lands gets the attention of the hungry tigers and they run over and leap on him, tearing him to pieces as they fight over his fresh corpse.
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