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  “Maybe it’s that he’s unconquered in his heart,” Quintus said, picking at his pheasant. He wasn’t allowed to bring Theolon to meals and he was always sad when he was away from the beautiful Egyptian boy.

  “Bah. Foolishness,” my father murmured. “Slaves don’t have hearts or souls or anything of the sort. He’s just meat—meat that will fight for me.”

  I choked on an olive—shocked as I was to hear my father talk so crudely about my lover—though of course, how was he to know?

  “I’ll come, father,” I answered finally. “I haven’t been to the games in several moons. And I’d like to see how this Ursinus performs.”

  “He’d better perform well…” my father muttered. “For what I paid for him.”

  “I’m sure he’ll perform better than you ever could have imagined…” I murmured, slightly dreamily. “After all, he is an amazing physical… specimen.”

  My father and Quintus both looked at me oddly and I found myself blushing.

  “That is to say, he’s quite the beast. I imagine he’ll tear apart those sickly Levantine slaves and fighters the your rivals insist on sullying the coliseum with.”

  My father grinned. This was the kind of talk he liked—anything that criticized or critiqued the fighting habits of his friends and rivals among the other prominent nobles and civic leaders of Rome, for whom fighting humans in a ring like dogs or cocks was the only notable diversion besides whoring with poor downtrodden girls like Lephora and Claudia.

  “Quintus, you ought to come as well. You should start learning how to pick a slave for fighting; how these things work… It’s a noble diversion. It’s good for the state and it’s good for the family’s reputation.”

  Quintus paled. He abhorred violence in all its form but he knew he had no choice but to obey father.

  “Of course, father…” he murmured with a sigh. “I suppose it’s high time I began to learn about these things and take my place as an owner of men…”

  Our father saw no irony in his words. He laughed and pounded the table with a single, powerful fist.

  “That’s right! It’s the duty of a good Roman man to direct those around him—his family, his city, his state…”

  “Yes, father. Whatever you say,” Quintus said, shooting me a sad look.

  We finished our meal in silence, my father too occupied by a half-naked slave girl brought out to play the lyre with the slave boys, while I was much too occupied with my worries over Ursinus and, if truth be told… A desire to see him fight. If only I could be assured that he would win. If only I knew that there was no danger, if only I could be assured that he would still live at the end of the day and that I could welcome him into my bed once more…

  Quintus’s face had darkened substantially ever since the subject of the fights had been broached and when my father finally departed the table, I saw the tears well up in his eyes.

  “Abeba, I don’t want to go to the fights. I don’t want to see those beautiful men hurt each other just to amuse brutes like father…”

  “I know, Quintus, dear, I know… But we have no choice… That’s just how it is,” I said, taking his small, delicate hand.

  “I don’t want to see everyone try to kill poor Ursinus. What has he ever done to anyone here?” Quintus cried. I winced when I heard the name.

  “I must tell you a secret, dear brother,” I whispered, dropping my voice. “And you must promise that you’ll tell no one. It is the most important thing I could possibly tell you.”

  Quintus’s eyes widened and he leaned his head close to me.

  “What? What is it? Tell me! I love secrets!”

  The tears in his eyes had already disappeared. I bit my lip and smiled.

  “Ursinus, the man bear… He came to me last night.”

  “He… He came to you?”

  “Yes… he came to me in the night and we made love.”

  Quintus gasped and I had to shush him.

  “But… But… Sister! Your virtue!”

  “Oh, damn my virtue! Damn it all to hell. What do I care about my virtue? Quintus, it was magnificent!”

  Now it was my brother’s turn to bite his lip.

  “Tell me about it…”

  “Quintus, he was amazing… So strong, so powerful, so forceful… I’ve never felt anything like it. I felt like I was dying from pleasure the entire time.”

  Quintus closed his eyes, savoring my description.

  “To feel him inside of me, pumping, pulsing, driving into me… To feel his desire and then finally take his seed…”

  “Oh, gods, I need to find Theolon…” Quintus murmured, rising, a noticeable bulge in his toga. I grinned as he shuffled off, calling for his lover.

  But, where was MY lover? And would he still be there after the fights tomorrow?

  ~

  The rest of my day, like usual, was spent in bored leisure. I practiced the lyre and I did some sewing and I traded stories with Claudia and Lephora and lazed around in the sun. I always had been aware of the dullness of this routine but it was only now, now that I had been exposed to something different, something powerful and new, that I realized that there could be more in the world… I didn’t need to be cooped up like an animal in a cage.

  I could be free like Ursinus. I could be unconquered too.

  Or could I?

  Damn it all to hell. It was frightening and difficult and I found myself worrying more and more. How would I ever become a woman if my father kept me in a constant state of arrested development, unable to go out and see things and experience things without his presence or the presence of a whole panoply of slaves and bodyguards? I hated this.

  I wanted to be free. I knew I was no different than the other women of my class and status, who were just as entrapped as I was, but I felt that, unlike most of them, I had just experienced something… Something new. Something powerful and exciting and tantalizing. Something that I could never forget.

  I had experienced Ursinus.

  All too slowly, the end of the day arrived. I drifted off to bed, allowing Lephora and Claudia to bathe me once more, feed me a small pre-bed snack consisting of grapes and a primitive, sweet farmer’s cheese just bought that morning from the market place, and then lead me to my bed.

  “Leave the windows open, Claudia,” I ordered before they drifted out. Claudia glanced back at me significantly and I nodded. We both knew who they were for.

  Finally, they left and I was alone with my anticipation. I stripped off the light evening gown that I usually wore to bed and lay beneath the covers, naked and already dripping. Gods, he could have just charged in at this very moment and plunged that bear cock into me and it would have slid in, like a knife into young, raw cheese…

  Hours passed. My disappointment and agitation, as well as my frustrated warmth and wetness, grew. I found myself rubbing slowly my crotch against the covers, against the fabric, whimpering into the silence of the warm night air as the fabric slid over my clit, over my wet lips. Where the hell was he?

  Could it be that he wasn’t… Wasn’t interested in me tonight?

  No. No, it couldn’t be. I didn’t want that to be the case. Could it really be that what we had experienced together, the night before—it meant far less to him than it did to me?

  Of course, I was probably only one of several women he had had. My virgin sex was probably only one of I don’t know how many fields he had ploughed with that huge bear cock of his.

  But still…

  I had only just dropped off to sleep and was dreaming that I was trudging through a burning hot desert when I heard the tell tale sounds of climbing and then foot steps. My anticipation had turned me into a light sleeper for the night and my eyes shot open.

  Conquer Me

  There he was, in all his glory. He had nothing but a loin cloth on, and so he was revealed to me in his massive, powerful splendor: his huge, rippling chest, covering with dusty hair, his stomach, mottled by muscles and scars, and his powerful legs, standin
g wide, almost as broad as his wide, sturdy shoulders.

  And on his face was an expression of cool, confident lust—an expression that told me that he knew exactly how I had been suffering, how I had been waiting for him, lusting for him… Kept in a state of perpetual wetness, perpetual desire… And now he was finally here.

  “Gods, but it took you long enough!” I declared as he stalked towards the bed.

  “I had other things to do,” he grunted, stripping off his loin cloth. I gasped. Even though I had only just seen that huge, magnificent piece of flesh last night, it was a revelation once more. He was already hard and his cock stood out proudly, jutting forth magnificently, tipped with a thick, bulbous cockhead that I knew would spread me apart deliciously, drive into me deep, tear me apart and teach me, discipline me…

  “What other things could you possibly have to do that are more important than this?” I demanded, throwing off the sheets and revealing my nakedness to him.

  “You make a compelling argument, little girl…” he said hungrily, stalking closer to me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me roughly, up into a hungry, devouring kiss.

  Our tongues dueled like gladiators in a death math, striving for supremacy, each over the other, spit dripping from our lips. I wrapped my arms around his thick, powerful neck and he picked me up as if I were nothing. My legs went around his waist and I felt his cock pressing against my wet hole…

  I threw my head back and gasped as I slid down his cock. I was still so sore and so swollen from the night before—I hadn’t realized it until now, how agonizingly delightful it would be to get fucked again by that monstrous bear cock, so huge, so powerful, so thick and hitting all the most tender parts of my insides.

  I slid down it like a piece of meat on a skewer over a fire, gasping and whimpering as it invaded my insides, pressing deeper and deeper into me, until I hit the hilt and the entire massive rod was embedded deep inside of me, and I was impaled like a criminal on a stake, little more than a piece of meat made to pleasure his cock…

  “Yes…” I cried, my moans strangled and gargled. “Yes… Ursinus… Conquer me…”

  “I knew that was what you wanted…” he growled, gripping me hard by the waist, his powerful finger digging deep into my flesh. “I knew you wanted to be conquered. I knew from the moment I saw you that you wanted this…”

  “Yes…” I groaned. “Yes, you were right… I’m all yours, darling, I’m all yours—yours to conquer, yours to destroy, yours to make love to…”

  “I don’t make love—I raze, pillage, and plunder,” Ursinus growled, kissing my hot, needy lips again as he held me tight by the waist, raised me up, and then slid me back down, pressing my tightness again onto his cock. He lifted me once more and then I descended again. I gasped over and over again as he fucked me like this, using me, using me on his cock, bouncing me like a toy.

  “Yes! Please! Faster, faster!” I moaned hungrily, thrashing around him, pressing my body tight against him, molding my flesh to his as he bounced me on his cock. Each thrust was an agonizing combination of pleasure and pain as my swollen, sore pussy was spread wide once more and then allowed to close in on itself as he slid me up his cock before plummeting me back down onto the base of his shaft.

  “Please, Ursinus, please… I need you… I need your seed inside of me…”

  “Yes, beg for it, nobleman’s daughter—beg for the cum of a werebear in your cunt.”

  Those hot, filthy words, so unlike anything I heard in my everyday life, spoke of a world completely foreign to the one I inhabited on a daily basis. They gestured towards everything that could be outside the walls of our noble house, everything that was outside the cage—the cage into which I, as a fine nobleman’s daughter, was confined to. There was so much more to be seen and to be done and here was the proof, in the way he talked, in the fact, the mere fact, that people could talk this way—that people did talk this way.

  I was in love with the way he talked, the way he spoke to me, just as I was in love with the dominating, domineering, imperious look in his eyes, the way his hands gripped me and moved me. I was in love with all of it, and with his scent and with his grunts, and his moans, and the murmurs of pleasure that spilled forth from his lips as he made me ride him… I was in love with it and all with…

  “Ursinus!” I gasped, pressing my young, ripe breasts against his rough, powerful chest, feeling his heat, the hairs of his chest tickling my dusky, hard little nipples. “Please, I’m getting close… Please…”

  “That’s right, little noble girl… Oh, gods, you’re going to cum on this bear cock…”

  “Yes! Yes, please, I want it… I want to cum on your bear’s cock…” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as he brought me closer and closer to my end. I found myself pressing my hips into his crotch as I descended on his cock, grinding my hungry, swollen clit into his body, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body…

  I was getting closer and closer, ever closer, with each passing moment. I was panting like a draught horse as I slammed my hips ever harder into his, powering our love making to new realms.

  “Please, Ursinus,” I moaned pathetically, my pussy gripping his cock tight, massaging it as we fucked. “Please, cum in me… Cum in my noble girl’s pussy… I need it so bad…”

  Holding me by the ass with one hand, he reached up behind my back to grab me hard by my hair.

  “Say it again. Beg for it.”

  “Cum in me! Please! Please, darling, cum in me!”

  And then, before I knew it, I too was cumming—my pussy thrashing and spasming around his thick cock, my body trembling with delight as passion overwhelmed me, as I found myself losing control and squealing like a little piglet, a little cumming piglet. My pussy gripped his cock tighter and tighter as I came and I leaned into his hand, his fist gripping my hair tighter and tighter as I screamed.

  I knew, in the back of my mind, that someone might hear me but I didn’t care. Ursinus might die tomorrow so I was going to enjoy him, enjoy my time with him—enjoy it all while I could. After all, we never know what tomorrow might bring…

  My cumming, spasming pussy must have pushed him over the edge because a moment later, he too was cumming. I gasped in delight as I felt his cock start to spasm and twitch inside me.

  “Fuck, but I do love that little noble cunt of yours…” he hissed viciously through gritted teeth. I smiled wearily back, unable to do much more than nuzzle him and lean on him as he fucked me onto his cock one, two, three more times before burying himself in me up to the hilt and unleashing his seed. I gasped with delight as I felt it pour into me, stream after hot stream.

  “Oh, god, yes…” I whimpered, practically on the verge of tears now. “Yes, Ursinus, darling, sow your seed inside of me… Cum in me… Make me all yours…”

  Gods, but I did love the feeling of his cum filling me up, the feeling of it pouring into me, sticking to my pussy walls, sticking to my insides and working its way into every nook and cranny of my tight, wet, needy and swollen insides. It seemed to work its way into my blood, sticky and hot, and I felt fuller and more satisfied than I ever had before in my life.

  “Yes, yes, yes…” I whimpered, squeezing my muscles, trying to milk his cock as he finished. Finally, he grunted and his flaccid cock slid of out me with a loud, lewd pop.

  “That was… Amazing…” I whispered, collapsing on my bed immediately.

  “On your knees, noble girl,” Ursinus ordered. I grinned. Our fun wasn’t over yet.

  Wearily, I forced myself off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He was so tall than his cock only just barely hung down to my lips. He had to spread his legs, lowering his hips just enough so that I could reach his thick, flaccid, but still massive and sloppy were cock.

  “Suck that, little one. Clean up your bear. You made a big, big mess…” he growled, running a hand through my long hair but then gripping it hard. I gasped at the pain of feeling him pull and grip my hair. God, but
I loved that. I loved the way he took control of me, made me feel like he was in charge, like he owned me… Like he was my master and I the slave instead of the other way around.

  “Yes… Sir…” I murmured, leaning forward and running my tongue over his sloppy cock, tasting our juices, tasting everything that we had left behind from our love making.

  “Lick it nice and good,” he growled. “Suck it. Get me clean, you little whore.”

  Those nasty words delight me and I felt my insides churning with delight, illegitimate delight at the sound of words that no man was ever supposed to use to talk about me. I leaned forward, running my tongue from the base of his thick shaft to the tip and then back again, tracing the veins of his cock like a map to my own pleasure, letting the tip of my tongue play over them, savoring them—savor the pumping blood inside, the way they throbbed beneath my ministrations, the way they expanded exponentially as his cock expanded…