Chapter 3: Accepted
Vulpes reached around and grasped Arc's dick between his firm hands, rubbing slowly to get it aroused. He lowered himself slowly onto his dick and bit his lip with pain as he rode him with increasing pace. Arc held the other mans' hips and pushed himself in deeper, with hesitant force so as to not push it too far with the feral Legionnaire.
I might as well go at it—I'll probably end up on a cross for this anyway.
Arcade raised himself up and pushed Vulpes' back onto the bedding; turning the tables against his Superior. He picked up the speed of his thrusts and went deeper and deeper until he couldn't go any further. Vulpes, to halt his own cries of pleasure and pain, nipped the neck of his dominator and dug his sharp nails into his back.
God, it's like fucking a wild mongrel! Memo to self: put some antiseptic on these bites and get a fucking Tetanus shot!
Vulpes willed him to go harder by tugging on his golden hair and moaning softly in his ear. He readily complied, grabbing Vulpes' torso and pushing himself as hard and as fast as he can.
The Frumentarii never made any true sound (as any true spy would) but Arc could blurrily see that he was saying someone's name under his breath.
What's he saying? Oh God, it'd be weird if he were saying 'Caesar'!
A cold shudder went through Arcs' body, but he quickly shrugged it off and focused his attention on the man below him. He could feel his energy levels depleting and his muscles tightening. Vulpes seemed to read his mind and reached down to his own throbbing dick to finish himself off, as Arcade was nearing climax. It was the image of Vulpes biting his lip once more as he released himself that pushed the doctor over the edge.
Arcs' muscles tensed and relaxed as he came into the asshole of Vulpes Inculta. They panted softly and gazed at each other as Arc pulled out.
"You say a word to anyone and you die slowly and painfully." Vulpes growled, standing up and straightening his armour. He left the tent within the blink of an eye.
Arcade was justifiably shocked at what had just transpired in the hot, Mojave night.
