Prompt:

Jori AU in the Roman Empire with sentient time-travelling artificially intelligent steampunk dildos that love their job. And female gladiator competitions. And Neptune makes Robbie shit his pants.

As I moaned my climax into my lady's mouth and she into mine the wind stopped and we were clearly once again stationary in time. My Tori lay gasping and quivering in my arms the aftermath of her pleasure working its way through her muscles.

"My lovely and loving Miss West. That first day when you told me you had discovered a way to harness the etheric field in a woman's passion that might otherwise create life and channel it in any number of near impossible tasks I was skeptical but excited. When you told me you could build a machine that would not only pleasure us simultaneously, but would use the power created thereby to propel us through the chronosphere. I was overjoyed to try it. And it worked in both the tasks it was intended for. Worked more than adequately in each. But ever since it was damaged and repaired in the year 2893 it has not only worked better but it is more responsive. It is almost like it can sense my body's desires and satisfy them. As if the machine understood what we want from it and wanted to please us. If such was not impossible I would almost say it seems sentient and like it enjoyed the use we put it too." My Tori spoke.

"My lady, my love," I replied. "That is patently impossible. But I have to tell you, anecdotally, I feel it too. I know exactly what you mean."

She looked around us. We seemed to have materialized in a large storage room of some kind. Something like the ancient counterpart of a garage. There was a wheel-less chariot along with several wooden frames showing weaponry. There were multiple large reed mats everywhere and tools of different types. I could see a forge on one wall that was not kindled at present but clearly would be on a day when work was being done inside.

As Lady Tori released me from her arms and began to disengage herself from the phallic piston that had nestled within her and I did the same with my own. She said, "I'm twice glad we didn't appear in a public square again but if I'd know we'd have such privacy I would have ridden nude to thoroughly enjoy our embrace."

I looked at her with half-lidded eyes. "We could skin down now and continue." I drawled.

"Tempting though it is to be wrapped in your loving arms and legs, this workroom is disused at present, but not for long enough to have any dust on surfaces. So I suggest we thank our stars, render ourselves entirely presentable, and exit to explore. We're sometime in the Roman Empire, correct?"

"The 210's CE at a guess. The destination dial is not as precise as I'd like but I would say we can be fairly certain."

At my lover's suggestion we stripped down to our chemises and used the cleanest of the tan homespun sheets that lay and hung everywhere to approximate local garb, then we went out to seek the master or mistress of the house.

We discovered ourselves in one of the outbuildings of an impressive estate. There was quite a bit of noise coming from the center of the property and so we walked toward it.

There seemed to be a walled courtyard in the center. With the grunts of effort and clash of metal I would assume we were about to either enter a gladiators training ground, or an actual tournament.

I became all the more certain when we found the gate and as we approached it heard someone shout. "First blood to Sampuckett of Gaul."

As we entered the stadium a good looking and muscular blonde amazon was clasping forearms with a dark skinned warrior woman of surprising height in a Roman handshake.

No one seemed to notice us as we came through. Now that the fight was over everyone seemed to be looking in the other direction where two well dressed men argued. One I could tell by the voice was the one who had called the end of the bout but the other was taller, far more handsome, and fairly radiated etheric energy.

"I love you. I honor you. You are the god of both the seas and my heart." The lesser man said. "But we are on the driest of lands. In my demesnes. Where I, Robbishapirus, am god. You have no power here."

"Oh, my sweet stupid boy. I have power everywhere upon this earth. At my command the sea will rise up and find me, even here. I could dry your well to dust with the merest motion of my hand. But your insolence demands a more personal toll. Everything that is yours is mine. Because you are mine. My pet, my pride, my property. And I can call the very water from your body, by whichever exit I choose. From sweat pouring from your body like rain to this-"

With a motion the greater man touched his lesser pet so gently on the stomach. There was a bubbling gurgle so loud I heard it clearly across the stadium and suddenly a brownish flood soaked the back of his robe, his legs, and the sand between his feet.